"Huff..."
I snapped out of my inexplicable shock, my forehead covered in cold sweat.
It felt as if something I couldn't stop had happened, leaving me feeling utterly powerless.
I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was around six in the morning… This wasn't Lingxuan's house. Sometimes, when I returned from near the Luoshen Building, I'd come back to this small riverside apartment.
Here, the faint, pleasant fragrance in the room helped calm my mind.
I washed my face and went to another room… Judging by the furnishings, it was an elegant woman's room, but upon arrival, it seemed slightly cluttered.
Especially the casually hung underwear—all blush-inducing styles, the bras pitifully small, even slightly transparent, connected by a few thin lines.
The underwear was either thongs or side-tie laces, the transparent parts exceeding what was covered… Although I've put them away, the thought still makes me blush.
The faint, lingering fragrance here seems to still linger, stirring my mind and flashing through images of a beautiful woman with long legs, a slender waist, and trembling, full breasts… She liked to wear glasses and a white lab coat.
The location was in this house. Sometimes she was soaking wet, her smooth, naked body, her shapely curves still damp from a bath, her fair skin glowing with an alluring rosy hue.
Sometimes, when she came home, she would take off her lab coat, revealing these alluring lingerie underneath… and she would even take off her tiny panties right in front of me.
My brain throbbed, and the memory became unbearable… But I knew then that a beautiful woman had lived in this house with me for a time… and her name was… Sister Zhiran?
But who am I, really?
I'm still completely lost, but I have a premonition that as these fragments of memory accumulate, I'll soon find my true self!
Suddenly, a phone call came in.
The signal was sent to my bracelet and automatically transferred to a nearby smart device. A slightly haggard, anxious face appeared on the TV screen on the wall.
It was Lingxiu!
"Senior Xing, Xuanxuan...she's missing!"
"She hasn't come back all night..." Lingxiu's head was down, her strong-willed policewoman's eyes slightly red, her shoulders slightly hunched, looking inexplicably helpless. A dark shadow hung beneath her thick, dark eyes, combined with her haggard face.
She probably hadn't slept all night, and as the captain, Lingxiu couldn't have left the police force unattended. She must have truly run out of options to come to "Senior Xing."
My heart tightened. I suddenly remembered the black car I'd seen near the two sisters' house, but I'd been more worried about Xue Tang's situation and hadn't investigated further, assuming it was a coincidence.
Now, Ling Xuan's disappearance felt like a needle piercing my heart. Perhaps it was my momentary carelessness that had put Ling Xuan in danger.
My heart sank. Although I'd only known the Ling and Xiu sisters for a short time, their beauty, strength, straightforwardness, and loveliness had deeply impressed me, especially Ling Xuan. Despite both she and her sister having been raped, she had kept it a secret.
Her strength and loveliness were heartbreaking. Considering her previous experience of being raped, it was highly likely that it was the same group of people who had done it.
I absolutely couldn't let her fall into their hands again!
"Don't worry, I will definitely find Xuan Xuan..." After comforting Ling Xiu for a while, I forced myself to calm down and began to think about how to find Ling Xuan.
Then I thought of the Black Street. As an organization controlled by the Queen of Shanghai, the Black Street was incredibly powerful and well-informed.
Perhaps I could find out about Ling Xuan there.
The location of the Black Street entrance was quite different from my memory, but there were still many similar locations… I quickened my pace, searching through several alleys and other places suspected of being the Black Street.
Finally, I found one of the Black Street entrances.
The Black Street gatekeeper was an expressionless, pale-skinned old man, lacking any signs of life.
Each entrance to the Black Street had such a gatekeeper, extremely strange and powerful, a subordinate controlled by the Queen of Shanghai.
He merely glanced at me, handed me an iron tag branded with numbers, and let me in.
These gatekeepers, for some reason, almost never mistake martial artists for superhumans, and never let ordinary people in.
Stepping inside felt like entering the hidden train platform in Harry Potter; a vast expanse of 1990s-style architecture unfolded before me, tangled wires, plastered advertisements, and a cacophony of people…
Taking a step felt like stepping into another time.
This was Black Street, a mental world seemingly existing outside the real world.
Almost self-sufficient, its inhabitants could live for years without ever leaving—a paradise for all sorts of shady existences!
Upon entering the street, the initial impression of the 1990s vanished, replaced by neon lights everywhere. Neon lights lined both sides of the street, alongside high-powered motorcycles, various machines, and a diverse array of colorful and oddly shaped people.
Interspersed among these were small advertisements, barbecue stalls, and restaurants reminiscent of the 1990s… a cyberpunk scene beyond description.
But I didn't underestimate it, because only in such a noisy place could I find information that was impossible to access in the real world.
I stood there for a while, looking at the small notices on the telephone poles and walls. These weren't the kind of ads you see outside; they were mostly commissions, or rather, private commissions.
They revealed a lot of information, but after searching for a while, I found nothing about the men in black.
After standing there pondering for a while, some brokers and scalpers swarmed around me… A thought struck me; these brokers who mingled in the underworld had the best connections.
So, I casually inquired with them.
"Men in black?"
The scalpers' expressions changed slightly. They exchanged glances, and most of them immediately dispersed.
I made my move, grabbing the last scalper with yellow-green dyed hair by the shoulder. He struggled, but found half his body numb. He immediately knew he'd met his match and became obedient.
"Brother... I haven't offended you, please let me go."
The scalper pleaded, and I immediately understood that these people probably knew some clues, which I couldn't let go of.
"Speak quickly."
I released a wisp of internal energy from my hand, circling it along his heart meridian. The scalper trembled, his face changed drastically, and he immediately lowered his head and whispered, "I need to find a place..."
We arrived at a bar and entered a private room.
The scalper lowered his voice and said, "The men in black have only recently appeared. They're stalking and abducting pretty girls."
"But no one dares to interfere because they control the source of AM... Brother, I don't want to disappear inexplicably. Almost everyone here wants AM. If I offend them, the consequences will be unimaginable."
AM?
Even though I've lost much of my memory, I still know what it is. It's the most popular drug these days, an abbreviation of Ares and Muse.
Its effects are powerful enough to change a person's personality, and even affect their body.
Women become more alluring and sexy, independent and extroverted, seemingly born beauties.
Their skin becomes fairer and more translucent, radiating a unique and captivating aura.
Even women of average appearance can become radiant and extremely attractive…
Ares works similarly, but any man who uses it becomes confident, strong, and easily angered. Their bodies undergo changes, often becoming stronger, and their sexual abilities are greatly enhanced.
Most importantly, Ares and Muses seem to cause no physical harm; the only side effect appears to be increased libido… thus attracting countless admirers.