LRAB Chapter 608
Chapter 608
Chapter 608: Chapter 24: In My Name, I Crown You with My Surname (A Merged Double-Length Chapter)_5 Chapter 608: Chapter 24: In My Name, I Crown You with My Surname (A Merged Double-Length Chapter)_5 Yet what he didn’t expect,
was that this was the last trace Huang Que left in this world.
“I was here once.”
That was her final whisper.
After those few typical tourist photos, there were the dozen or so crazily taken pictures by Lin Xian.
They captured the entire sequence from when the Time-Space Assassin drew her sharp knife to her disappearance into the black of night, like the slides of a slideshow.
However, the running speed of the girl was simply too fast...
like a cheetah or a gazelle, Lin Xian found it unbelievable that such a young girl could possess explosive power akin to an Olympic champion.
But the facts were the facts.
...
From the Little Mermaid statue in front of him to the dark shadows on the other side of the beach, there was a distance of at least a hundred meters.@@@@
Yet the girl had run it in seven to eight seconds.
Although Lin Xian couldn’t be sure his sense of time was accurate then, such physical conditioning could at least compete with the sprint champion Bolt.
In theory...
With her height and age, this young girl’s muscles shouldn’t have reached their full potential, and her body should still be rapidly developing, with coordination still adjusting.
She shouldn’t possess such formidable physical strength.
However, considering that she was, after all, a Space-Time Traveler from the future, and it was uncertain how far from the future,
In the third Dreamland, there had already been vaccines for enhancing the body and brain; just a small dose during infancy was enough to enhance the brain and body without any side effects...
it could even make one’s appearance as handsome and pretty as a sculpture.
From this perspective, the exaggerated physical conditioning of the girl wasn’t hard to explain.
Lin Xian’s fingers slid across the phone screen.
He continually enlarged each captured photo, hoping to discern the details of the girl’s appearance.
Lin Xian had made a good estimate of the overall height.
The girl’s height was approximately between 155-160 cm, indeed in her growth period.
Then, her body proportion was good, and she was quite slim; from the exposed calves, one could see the clear signs of exercise.
The upper half of the girl’s body was in a grey hoodie, obviously one size too big, the hood covering her features tightly, so none of her details could be made out; while on her lower body, she wore loose sports pants that lifted when she was running fast because the pant legs weren’t elasticized at the edges, allowing Lin Xian to see the muscle lines on her calves.
Her running speed was simply too fast, and the majority of the photos captured were blurry afterimages.
Finally.
Lin Xian found a relatively clearer photo.
Although he still didn’t capture the girl’s face.
But...
those bright, clever blue eyes shone like light bulbs underneath the hood’s shadow, intently staring out from the darkness at the camera lens of Lin Xian’s phone.
Enlarge.
Enlarge again.
No good, too dark, nothing could be made out.
The beach here was already dim, without any light source other than moonlight; added to that was the girl’s oversized hood tightly drawn, making it impossible to see her facial features clearly.
However...
“Her hair is black.”
Lin Xian pinched to zoom in on the photo, looking at the lock of black hair peeking out from the hood’s neckline.
Could that be the girl’s sideburn?
Many teenage girls these days liked to have long sideburns, the catfish-whisker hairstyle.
Does this aesthetic still hold in the future?
After all, regardless of whether the information was true or false, it held no significance for him.
Huang Que was just Huang Que.
No matter what era she came from, no matter which space-time, she was Huang Que, the one and only in this world, in every world.
But now...
Lin Xian couldn’t help but be somewhat curious about what exactly Huang Que meant by “That’s not necessarily true.”
Fueled by curiosity,
Lin Xian took the ID card out of the inner pocket of the brown coat.
Turning it from back to front, he held it in the palm of his hand.
On the photo on the right, was the realistic image of Huang Que.
In the name field on the left, was the name Huang Que, which Lin Xian had already seen at the airport.
He went straight to the last line — the ID number,
33012719990115...
Lin Xian couldn’t help but close his eyes, his heart felt like it was suddenly clenched!
He didn’t continue to look at the last four digits.
19990115
This was Zhao Yingjun’s birthday.
After that belated Disney fireworks display, he would never forget Zhao Yingjun’s birthday again.
But he never expected
That on this day, at this time, by the shores of Copenhagen’s shallow sea, this eternal memory would be deepened once again.
So that’s it...
What Huang Que meant by “That’s not necessarily true” was this.
On the ID card, Huang Que’s name was undoubtedly fake, but the birth date she had given was real.
Of course.
If it were only this.
It wouldn’t be enough to elicit the complex emotions and make it hard for Lin Xian to breathe at this moment.
Because this was an expected revelation; Lin Xian had long guessed that Huang Que was Zhao Yingjun from a certain future timeline, one of the possible space-times.
What truly made him indescribable...
Was the first six digits of the ID number.
Zhao Yingjun was born in the Imperial Capital.
Lin Xian was very clear that an ID card from the Imperial Capital should start with 110.
Even though the Imperial Capital encompassed many districts and counties, with some variation in the first few digits of the ID number,
It would never start with 330127 under any circumstances!
This fact
Lin Xian knew better than anyone.
330127...
This was the ID number for Chun’an County under Hang City.
Lin Xian knew it very well.
Because...
Chun’an County, Hangzhou City...
Was Lin Xian’s hometown.
The place where he was born and raised.