The door opened, and Li Zhiyuan saw the body standing inside.

The two of them were dressed differently. Li Zhiyuan was wearing an outdoor sports outfit for wandering, while the body was in casual clothes, which Li Zhiyuan would wear at home.

Elder Mrs. Liu would custom-make clothes for herself. Although not as frequent as Alii's almost daily change, it was enough to satisfy Li Zhiyuan's daily needs.

The clothes were of styles that fit the current times, and the fabric was excellent, making them very comfortable to wear.

However, Li Zhiyuan remembered that the last few times he had come here to find the body, the body's clothes would match his current image exactly, but now there was a difference.

Moreover, in previous visits, the door had not been locked; he could push the door open directly, carrying "garbage."

Today, however, it was locked, and he had to knock.

The most important thing was the response just now from inside the door: "What?"

This tone was not one that the body should make.

Therefore, Li Zhiyuan reasonably suspected that the body was preparing for something or practicing something.

However, now the body's expression had returned to absolute indifference, with no emotion visible in its eyes.

Li Zhiyuan walked into the room, and all the books that should have been piled high on the desk were gone. Instead, on the drawing table against the opposite wall, many drawings were spread out.

The body said, "You shouldn't have come in here."

Li Zhiyuan walked to the drawing table, admiring the masterpieces on it—they were traditional landscapes and figure paintings. Upon closer inspection, they were exquisitely detailed, but just like when Li Zhiyuan was learning to paint with Alii, they had only skill but no emotion.

The dizziness in his head continued to intensify. Li Zhiyuan knew that this was a sign of his memories being further modified.

Li Zhiyuan asked knowingly, "What are you doing?"

The body responded, "Learning."

Li Zhiyuan nodded, the body wasn't lying; it was always learning.

It was he who had understood the body's "learning behavior" too narrowly.

Most likely, the body was learning from the lesson of last time's brief control of the body.

Although the future crisis had clearly intensified, it had nothing to do with the current matter.

Li Zhiyuan said, "It's raining heavily outside."

The body said, "I told you, you shouldn't come in. You are outside, I am inside. No matter how many times it modifies your memory, I can help you reset it, as long as you can withstand it.

But by coming in here, you may draw its attention to me too. Then our memories will all be altered, and we... will both be destroyed.

You should understand this reasoning."

"Yes, I understand."

"But you still came." The body walked to the cabinet, bent down, and took out a can of Jianlibao from a box beside it. With a hiss, he opened it and took a sip. "Sometimes I really can't comprehend your rational decline, just like I don't understand why you like drinking this."

"Sugar supplement."

"There's a better way to supplement, even more portable than this."

"Habit."

"It's inertia."

"Heh."

"You're becoming more and more foolish." The body raised the can of drink towards Li Zhiyuan. "You'd better try to restrain yourself a bit, otherwise the existence of such a flawed Heart Demon will make me quite embarrassed."

At this moment, black rainwater began to hit the windows. The ceiling and the walls all around began to darken, indicating leakage was about to occur.

The body said, "You see, you're about to get us both killed."

"Hmm," Li Zhiyuan replied, walked to the cabinet, bent down, took a can of Jianlibao, opened it, and took a sip. "You've almost perfectly recreated the taste."

The body said, "It has nothing to do with me; it's because you've tasted it before."

Li Zhiyuan held the drink and walked to the bed to sit down.

The door and windows swayed in the wind, and outside it had turned completely dark.

The body put the drink down, walked over to Li Zhiyuan, and asked, "The purpose."

Li Zhiyuan shook his head.

The body said, "If it's blackmail or a threat, or probing, you can say it, and we can talk."

Li Zhiyuan lowered his head and took a sip of the soda.

The body said, "There's no need for ridiculous games here between us, because it's you who has fallen and gotten stupid. I've never changed."

"Tick... tick... tick..."

Rainwater began to drip into the room.

Li Sanjiang's house and the surrounding fields are the deepest manifestations within Li Zhiyuan's consciousness.

And the second-floor bedroom where Li Zhiyuan lived is the area of greatest security and special significance; at the same time, this is where the body is sealed and suppressed.

However, the body did not change the environment here. Logically, opening this room's door should reveal a prison-like scene, with the body bound by chains.

The body did not bother to create such an atmosphere, perhaps too lazy to shake the chains and scream, curse hysterically every time he met Li Zhiyuan.

This meaningless venting of emotions is the hardest torture for the body to endure.

Not only this room, but the entire building, the yard, and the surrounding fields were all maintained by the body in their original state.

Sometimes, when something new was added or renovated at Grandpa's house in reality, including the new parking position of the delivery tricycle, the body would also synchronize with Li Zhiyuan's "perspective."

"Clatter..."

The leakage got worse and several puddles gradually formed on the ground.

"Crash!"

The glass on the window shattered, and the wind carried the black rainwater inside, blowing the hair and clothes of the two in the room.

The body said, "It's going to see me soon."

Li Zhiyuan pointed to the drink can on the table that the body had placed earlier, signaling for the other to pick it up.