Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

The dull sound of his body hitting the ground was extremely clear in his mind. His limbs lost feeling and in a trance, Cheng Yan even wondered if he had jumped off the building.

Until warm liquid began to flow down from his forehead, and blood dripped onto the computer screen in his arms, making it look like Dotore on the screen was injured.

His heart suddenly became flustered, and Cheng Yan raised his hand with great effort to wipe off the blood on Dotole.

"No, can't...get hurt."

His eye sockets became hot, and hot liquid kept oozing out. Was it blood? Or tears? Cheng Yan didn't know.

My consciousness became blurred, and the smell of the earthy grass beneath me mixed with the smell of blood was completely unpleasant.

His body seemed to be lifted up, and Cheng Yan had no strength to move. He just held the computer tightly in his arms, as if it was his life, the only clear light in his chaotic life.

……

"Have you detected it? You idiot, Cheng Yan's life traces were just in that plane, and you couldn't find it once you sat down. Get up, don't join in the fun if you don't understand."

Dotore said in an unhappy tone and pulled Wendy away from the chair.

"I found it! It just flashed for a moment, if you hadn't interrupted it, it might have started to locate it! You are the loser!"

"Shh... don't make any noise. We still have five minutes. The patrolmen from the Spacetime Administration will be here in five minutes. First try to find the plane he is in and confirm whether he is still alive." Ying reminded in a low voice.

Dotole frowned deeply, and with a few moves of his long fingers he turned back to the plane where a tiny bright spot had just appeared.

They did not have enough authority and could only search for Cheng Yan in the endless plane based on a few words of information.

Dotore's worldview was rapidly reshaped in just a few days, and an idea that had appeared in his mind but had not been put into practice became more and more firm.

He must find Cheng Yan, no matter what the cost.

From today's perspective, the so-called Space-Time Administration is more tolerant of people with wisdom. The seven countries fell into the abyss, and the rulers of each country became more valuable people in the eyes of the Space-Time Administration. Therefore, the supervision of them is not as strict as at the beginning, giving them the opportunity to take advantage of the Space-Time Administration.

Dotore didn't care about using or being used. He even hoped to be used more so that he would have a greater chance of contacting the top leaders of the Space-Time Administration and the possibility of finding Cheng Yan would be greater.

In Dotore's eyes, all the other people Cheng Yan had met in Teyvat before were not worthy of trust. The only person he could trust was himself.

He will rely on himself to find the one he loves.

A tiny plane was projected on the translucent screen in front of me, with flickering light and a tendency to dim.

"What……"

I had a bad feeling in my heart. The bright light showed the target's vital signs. It would remain on when the vital signs were stable. Why was it flashing continuously now?

With an unconscious look of anxiety on his face, Dotore stood up and leaned over to stare at the faint light.

Even if you leave me, you should still live well. Aren't you good at getting along with others? Live your life the way you like, and don't worry about anything else.

I will find you and bring you back to me.

Ying tilted her head to glance at the translucent screen. "The signs of life are flickering, but that's not the worst. Turn it off quickly. We should leave. Once we are found to be abnormal, it will be difficult to come back in."

Dotore's Adam's apple rolled, and the slowly flashing light spots on the screen changed, gradually turning into the light in Cheng Yan's eyes that was most familiar to him.

Even if it was just a trace of life, it made him feel reluctant to leave.

"wait for me……"