Ye Wenjie, watch my moves closely.

Chapter 37 Reencountering the Danger of the Past

Ye Wenjie quietly left the guesthouse and quickened her pace towards Cheng Lihua's residence as soon as she stepped out the door.

She didn't understand why she wanted to steal the confidential document from Hongan from Cheng Lihua, but the restlessness in her heart kept urging her on.

The jeep was parked in the opposite direction from Cheng Lihua's residence. Considering that Cheng Lihua might return to her residence at any time to retrieve classified documents from the Red Coast Base, Ye Wenjie did not have time to go back and notify the sentries who had come out with her.

She had to go alone.

After walking for about 10 minutes, she arrived at the secluded house where Cheng Lihua lived.

She looked around and realized that this place seemed to have been deliberately chosen by Cheng Lihua. It was far from the town center, and the surrounding neighborhoods were deserted. There was a thick layer of dust on the windowsill.

A rusty lock hung on the simple wooden door. Ye Wenjie didn't have the key, so she picked up a stone and threw it at the glass window.

Clang!

The window was shattered, revealing a gap large enough for a person to crouch down and pass through.

Ye Wenjie clung to the windowsill, used a stone to break the remaining glass, and climbed into the house.

The interior furnishings are very simple. The first floor is completely empty, and the ceiling is lower than that of a typical bungalow. The original owner used wood to partition off a simple attic.

Climbing the ladder to the attic, you'll see a desk and a wooden bed.

Cheng Lihua's luggage was placed in the corner of the bed.

The attic has limited lighting and limited space; if you stand up too often, your head will hit the ceiling.

Ye Wenjie hunched over and, using the light coming in from the stairwell, searched through the desk and backpack, but found no documents related to the Red Coast Base.

Her gaze fell on the bed, she lifted the covers and checked the pillowcase, but there was still nothing there.

At this moment, fine beads of sweat had already seeped from Ye Wenjie's forehead.

The house is so big you can see the whole thing from one end to the other. Could it be that Cheng Lihua brought the things with her?

Just as Ye Wenjie was getting anxious, she caught a glimpse of an envelope peeking out from the crack in the bed frame.

The wooden envelope was almost the same color as the bed frame, making it hard to notice unless you looked closely.

Ye Wenjie rushed over and took the envelope out from the crack in the bed board.

To her surprise, the envelope was very thin, only the thickness of a sheet of paper, and there was a strange symbol printed on the seal. This was clearly not the classified document from the Red Coast Base.

Ye Wenjie casually put the envelope into her pocket. Just as she was about to search for it again, she looked up and saw a string of numbers written in ink on the ceiling.

She knew those numbers all too well; it was she who had personally entered those symbols into the launch pad's computer during that bloody dawn that betrayed humanity.

Who would have thought that Cheng Lihua would actually write down the method of communicating with the Trisolarans on the ceiling?!

Ye Wenjie is someone you can't steal even if you want to!

The only feasible way is to find a bucket of ink or paint and cover up the writing on the ceiling.

Ye Wenjie went downstairs and saw a black iron bucket in the corner of the room. She thought it was ink, but when she unscrewed the lid, a pungent smell of tung oil wafted out.

Ye Wenjie gagged twice, closed the lid, and before she could even catch her breath, she climbed onto the windowsill, preparing to go to the street to find a place that sold paint or ink.

In her haste, a shard of glass on the windowsill cut her hand, and blood flowed freely.

Ye Wenjie gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and climbed over the windowsill. But as soon as she jumped out, she saw a striking head of blond hair at the street corner.

Evans has arrived.

It's too late to buy ink on the street now.

Ye Wenjie went back inside, her gaze falling on the bucket of tung oil in the corner. If all else failed, she'd have to set the house on fire. It was the most effective and quickest method.

But when Ye Wenjie unscrewed the cap, she realized that she didn't have anything to start a fire on her, and it was impossible to ignite it with the sparks from the collision of the stones, as she didn't have that much strength!

The footsteps of Evans and Cheng Lihua were already clearly audible, and Ye Wenjie had no time to think.

She looked down and saw her hands, which were bleeding profusely...

I've got it! The ink is here!

Ye Wenjie picked up the shard of glass, climbed up to the attic, and placed her hands on the ceiling. Blood seeped out as it was squeezed out, perfectly covering the writing on the ceiling.

However, due to the size of the wounds and the limited amount of blood, the bleeding from Ye Wenjie's wounds on both hands stopped very quickly.

Ye Wenjie hardened her heart, gripped the glass shards, and drew a cross on each palm.

The pain from the severed cutaneous nerve almost made her faint.

But she still resolutely covered the ceiling with her palm and smeared it back and forth.

The splinters from the wooden ceiling would occasionally prick her palms, and each time, Ye Wenjie would tremble with pain, but she didn't say a word, silently covering each number with her blood.

By the time Cheng Lihua's head emerged from the stairwell, Ye Wenjie was already nearly unable to stand.

Upon seeing someone in the room, Cheng Lihua was startled. She immediately looked up and saw the ceiling stained red with blood, all the writing covered in this tragic crimson.

"Who! Who are you?!"

Cheng Lihua turned on the light and saw Ye Wenjie's face and her festering hands. Suddenly, as if all her strength had been drained, she took a half step back, her lower back bracing against an old desk. But that dejection lasted for less than a second, replaced by an even more violent rage.

"It's you again, you little bastard!"

Cheng Lihua grabbed a stool and smashed it hard at Ye Wenjie.

Ye Wenjie was too weak to dodge and could only let the stool hit her head.

The sharp corner struck his forehead, leaving a small wound, and blood immediately soaked through her collar.

"you...!"

Cheng Lihua's eyes reddened, the kind of bloodshot look that comes from extreme anger. More than ten years ago, it was Ye Wenjie who refused to sign, causing her plans to fall through. Two years ago, it was Ye Wenjie who misled her with a strange letter, making her take Lei Zhicheng's report as a joke.

Today, just as I am about to embark on my journey to a land of freedom, it is her again, Ye Wenjie!

This little bastard has ruined all his chances!

Cheng Lihua wished she could devour his flesh raw.

She grabbed a stool and kept hitting Ye Wenjie to vent her anger.

Ye Wenjie curled up on the ground, and something fell out of her arms.

It was a pair of socks, pink socks shaped like pigs.

This was something she had specially taken off Xiao Yangdong's feet before she came out, and she carried it with her.

It also has the special flavor of Xiao Yangdong.

Just by smelling it, Ye Wenjie could sense that inexplicable joy.

But now...

Ye Wenjie felt very close to death. Trembling, she reached out to grasp Xiao Yangdong's socks, hoping her daughter would give her the courage to face life and death. But Cheng Lihua slammed her hand down on her wrist.

"You have a daughter, right? Do you feel qualified to be a mother?"

Cheng Lihua spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Xiao Yangdong's socks. Ye Wenjie suddenly shouted and burst out with force, knocking Cheng Lihua down.

At this moment, Evans, who had been watching all this with a cold eye, said indifferently, "Ms. Cheng, since you can't provide what I want, our deal is off. I have no interest in watching your performance."

"etc!"

Cheng Lihua, who was kneeling on the ground, called out to Evans.

"There's another way... there's another way. That little bitch was the first to discover the Trisolaran civilization! Give me some time, and this time I'll definitely be able to pry what you want out of her!"