Chapter 56: Lost Memories
Could it be because of the environment here? Qiuyue couldn’t help but look at this luxurious bathroom again.
Apart from the round bathtub, all other items, including the neatly arranged towels, trash can, and mouthwash cups, were square. The round bathtub looked out of place in this space composed of straight lines and sharp right angles.
Qiuyue seemed to understand why he was afraid. This place didn’t look like a murder scene, but more like the fantasy space of a psychopath with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.
“You’re here,” Peter turned his head and said to Qiuyue.
Qiuyue nodded and said, “Boss.”
Peter stood up. The red, bloody water in the bathtub rippled with his large movements, and a lot of it splashed onto the off-white floor tiles. Peter stepped out of the bathtub. He glanced at the Omega, who was already lifeless, and a look of disgust flashed in his pupils.
“Let me take a shower first,” Peter said. “After I’m done, you can start your work.”
“Yes, boss,” Qiuyue said obediently.
The shower was right next to the bathtub. Peter quickly finished washing, casually wrapped a towel around himself, and left, leaving Qiuyue to clean up the mess in the bathroom.
Qiuyue sighed. He opened his suitcase and took out the disinfectant, cleaner, axe, and plastic wrap inside.
After wrapping the dismembered limbs in plastic wrap, he neatly stuffed them into the suitcase. Then he thoroughly cleaned the bathroom three times with disinfectant and cleaner, not missing a single corner.
After cleaning, he pushed the suitcase and walked out of the bathroom. Before leaving, he didn’t forget to take the trash bag to throw it away. He saw the suppressants in the bathroom trash bag.
—One tube of Alpha suppressant, one tube of Omega suppressant. The Alpha suppressant was empty, but the Omega suppressant was untouched.
Qiuyue instantly guessed the cause of the Omega’s death. He was not surprised at all.
Qiuyue pushed the suitcase and walked out of the bathroom. As he passed the living room, Peter suddenly called his name.
Qiuyue stopped and looked at Peter with confusion. “Boss, is there anything else you need?”
“Pour me a glass of iced whiskey,” Peter said.
“Yes,” Qiuyue replied calmly.
There was a glass cabinet in the living room, filled with famous wines that Donaldson had collected from all over the galaxy. There were even many wines from famous wineries that Qiuyue did not recognize. Qiuyue did not recognize the brands, but he could read. He casually took a bottle with the word “whiskey” on it, opened it with a bottle opener, and then walked to the bar in the living room. He took a glass with exquisite reliefs, put a diamond-like, transparent square ice cube in the glass, and poured the wine in.
“It’s ready.”
Qiuyue held the glass, walked to Peter, and handed him the wine.
“Thank you,” Peter took the glass and took a small sip.
The woody aroma with a smoky flavor, mixed with the taste of wine, instantly filled Peter’s nasal cavity. “Not bad, good wine,” Peter praised. It was a pity that Donaldson didn’t drink. He had a whole cabinet of wine just to show off his high-class taste.
“Want some?” Peter said.
Qiuyue refused, “You know, I still have to drive.”
“What a shame,” Peter said with regret.
Then, his tone changed. “Speaking of which, Qiuyue, do you know why he died?”
Qiuyue’s eyelids twitched. He thought, What is he trying to imply now?
“I don’t know,” Qiuyue lowered his head and said, “I’m rather dull.”
This excuse was probably too perfunctory. Peter cast a dissatisfied glance. “I’m sorry, boss,” Qiuyue said with a blank expression.
“The air filtration system here is very advanced. It can even filter out the pheromones that are running rampant during heat, so even an Omega like you can’t detect it,” Peter said.
“I see,” Qiuyue said softly. “No wonder you only told me to bring cleaning supplies when you called me over.”
Peter sneered and continued, “Qiuyue, do you know what I like most about you?”
Qiuyue lowered his head and said nothing.
“You have no ulterior motives,” Peter said, raising his hand and stroking Qiuyue’s cheek as if he were stroking a plush toy.
“If you were an Alpha, and suddenly an Omega in heat appeared at your door, what would you think?” Peter answered his own question, “You would think he’s a liar, wouldn’t you?”
Qiuyue shrugged. Indeed. And it was strange. How could an Omega in heat get through the front desk and security to the 52nd floor? There was only one possibility: the Omega had suddenly gone into heat in the elevator.
This situation of being normal one second and in heat the next was not uncommon among Omegas. Most Omegas would inject themselves with suppressants in advance if they needed to go out.
Qiuyue didn’t like to speculate, but this former chairman’s Omega assistant did seem like a very greedy person. If he really had such thoughts, Qiuyue could only say that he had found the wrong target. Peter was not the kind of useless second-generation rich Alpha who could be easily manipulated. It was obvious that he was mentally ill!
Qiuyue glanced at the suitcase. Taking a risk in front of such a mentally unstable person, there was only one outcome.
“Qiuyue, you would never lie to me, would you?” Peter said in a low voice.
“Yes,” Qiuyue replied.
Peter’s eyes still looked dissatisfied. He didn’t know if it was because Qiuyue had answered too quickly, or if there was something else that he hadn’t said to his liking. In any case, he was very dissatisfied.
He raised his hand, his arm above his shoulder, his palm above his head. The cold white ceiling light was projected onto the white floor tiles, and then reflected from the white floor tiles onto Peter’s face. The face, with its black mask, was now distorted by the light into the appearance of a vampire. It was as if the next moment, Peter would grow fangs as thick as a little finger and bite through Qiuyue’s throat.
Qiuyue forced himself to remain calm. Until the raised hand fell, Qiuyue couldn’t help but close his eyes.
To his surprise, the slap did not land heavily on his face, but just gently patted his shoulder.
“Am I that scary?” Peter’s laughter came from beside his ear.
Of course, Qiuyue didn’t find it funny. Only he knew how much sweat was on his back.
“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore,” Peter said lightly. “Come with me to the company’s external investment party next week, okay?”
“…Okay,” Qiuyue lowered his eyes, returning to his calm and submissive appearance.
“Remember to dress up nicely,” Peter played with the strand of hair that fell on Qiuyue’s shoulder and said, “Make me look good, hmm?”
“…Yes,” Qiuyue turned his face away, seeming to dislike being touched on the hair.
Peter was very satisfied with Qiuyue’s appearance. He withdrew his hand and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the vast city night view.
The light rail ran on the tracks, shuttling between the skyscrapers, like the blood vessels of the main city, continuously supplying fresh blood to the interstellar empire. Countless workers used their brainpower and physical strength to contribute to this super-large city. But the main city was extremely cold and ruthless. In this respect, it was similar to the lower district. They would not remember the names of the workers, but would only mercilessly devour their contributions.
Peter let out a light breath. The breath condensed into a white mist on the glass. Of course, Peter would not empathize with these workers who took the light rail to and from work. He also did not empathize with capitalists like Donaldson. A person as narcissistic as him would only empathize with himself.
He reached out his finger and drew a smiley face on the white mist that had not yet dissipated on the glass.
“Alright, continue with your work,” Peter said.
“Yes,” Qiuyue replied and left with the suitcase.
F.I.A.D. Federal Intelligence Activity Division, Medical Research Department.
“The treatment course has ended. Thank you for your cooperation. I wish you good health,” a emotionless mechanical female voice said.
Three white rectangular machines were placed in the center of the treatment room. White steam came out from the top of the middle machine. Then, the machine’s cabin door opened, and more white steam came out. A figure crawled out from the white mist.
Wen En jumped down to the floor, stretched several times, and moved his shoulder joints.
After leaving the lower district, the group had quickly returned to the headquarters of the Federal Intelligence Activity Division. One was to deal with Xiaoli and Bella’s witness protection program, and the other was that they needed medical assistance from the headquarters.
They were so seriously injured that painkillers and antibiotics were not enough. They needed more advanced and professional medical help. And the medical research department of the Federal Intelligence Activity Division headquarters had the most advanced technology in the entire galaxy.
For example, this white rectangular machine in the medical department was a large-scale treatment device, a patented technology developed exclusively by F.I.A.D. It could successfully treat all diseases of the patient except for genetic diseases, such as fractures, paralysis, and cancer, within three hours.
But this machine was not without side effects. Some patients with brain injuries would experience amnesia, ataxia, or emotional control disorders after treatment.
The developer’s explanation was that the human brain structure was too complex, and even with today’s technology, Wen En had used this machine before. At that time, he was still in the army and had not joined the Federal Intelligence Activity Division. When he was on a mission in an uninhabited area outside the star, he encountered an explosion. Fortunately, he reacted in time and dodged, so he did not die on the spot. When his comrades found him, he was only breathing his last.
Due to the poor medical conditions on the battlefield, he was urgently sent to the headquarters. With the full treatment of this treatment device, he was successfully resurrected from a state of being covered in fractures and bleeding profusely, with only one breath left. The side effect was that he had lost a part of his memory.
He had never told his family about this. He didn’t want his family to worry about him.
He had not had time to find out what that part of his memory was before he was discharged from the army due to this work-related injury. Under the introduction of his colonel, Wen En joined F.I.A.D. As for the matter of finding that part of his memory, it was gradually forgotten by him.
Wen En moved his limbs. Just then, Romeo and Xiaoli also finished their treatment and came out of the other two treatment devices.
Xiaoli came down shakily, as if he were drunk, and almost fell to the ground. “It feels like I’ve been on a rollercoaster of a dream these past few days,” Xiaoli muttered.
Romeo, on the other hand, did not have this situation. He even looked very energetic. His azure eyes were as bright as stars, looking at Wen En.
“Is there any discomfort?” Wen En asked with concern.
“I’m fine,” Romeo said.
The moment he finished speaking, two medical staff and a woman in a suit pushed the door open and came in. They each held a record book, asked about the physical condition of the few people, and after confirming that they were safe and sound, the woman in the suit showed her work ID to Xiaoli and said, “I’m a staff member of the witness protection program. Please come with me.”
The woman said, “Also, Miss Bella is waiting for you in the tea room.”
Xiaoli looked at Wen En for his opinion. Wen En said, “Go on.” Xiaoli nodded and followed the staff.
Seeing that the annoying Omega had finally left, Romeo was very happy. Of course, he did not show it so obviously. He did not want Wen En to think that he was a mean person.
One of the medical staff said to Wen En, “Mr. Wen En, Mr. RV has been waiting for you in conference room 03 for a long time.”
“I know,” Wen En nodded and said to Romeo, “Let’s go. Let’s go find RV.”
The two first went to the changing room and changed into new, pure black work suits. They did not want to go to RV in white linen hospital gowns. Then, they took the elevator to conference room 03.
“I’m coming in,” Wen En knocked on the door of the conference room and pushed it open.
The moment he entered, Wen En frowned and looked at RV, who was eating a sandwich and drinking coffee, and said with dissatisfaction:
“Wait, RV, aren’t you allergic to animal fur? Why…”
Why is there a tabby cat on the conference room table, holding up its leg and licking its stomach?!
