Back to the Future 1999: Raining at the Same Time

"what--"

A long sigh, seemingly a sigh of relief, suddenly rang out in the salon exhibition hall.

The only uncontrollable variable, Chenxi, had disappeared. At this moment, the scene was actually controllable and harmonious for Hoffman. She quickly squatted down to check the specialist's injuries.

"As he exhaled blood bubbles, his fingers continued to twitch."

Pulling open the eyelids, thankfully there was no spread of the reaction yet. It seems that although Chenxi was angry at the time, he did not kill her.

With this in mind, Hoffman felt even more relieved, at least he hadn't turned him into a truly uncontrollable beast.

"Marcus!"

"Yes!"

The young investigator, who had been sternly called out, immediately responded loudly to his mentor's call.

"Come over and hold his jaw down."

Hoffman greeted him without looking up, taking out her simple medical kit: tweezers, gloves, hemostatic sponge, and bandages. Her movements were extremely fast and efficient.

The specialist now has a large amount of blood, tooth fragments, or loose tissue in their mouth due to tooth loss and a fractured jaw. Immediate removal is necessary to maintain an open airway.

Hitting someone is one thing, but if someone dies, that's another matter entirely.

Marcus stepped into the pool of blood, her hands trembling. This was the first time she had faced blood and malice so directly.

"Marcus."

The mentor's voice rang out again, but this time it was calm and gentle, without any further words, yet it carried encouragement.

"call--!"

Taking a deep breath, looking at the commissioner's distorted face, which was still bleeding, she gritted her teeth and reached out her hand.

The icy touch sent a shiver down her spine, but she held the commissioner's chin firmly, keeping his head tilted back to ensure his airway was clear.

Hoffman quickly removed the foreign object with tweezers and stuffed cotton wool into the patient's mouth, his movements precise but rough.

The commissioner let out muffled sobs and struggled violently, but was met with a cold glare from Hoffman.

"If you don't want to die, don't move."

She said coldly, then quickly wrapped a bandage around his head several times to secure his jaw.

After finally getting everything sorted out, Hoffman stood up and dusted off his hands.

Just then, a disturbing sound rang out as a crystal fell to the ground. Hoffman was startled and looked around carefully before spotting a bright green prism at Marcus's feet.

Noticing his mentor's gaze, Marcus picked it up and carefully handed it to Hoffman.

“Ms. Hoffman, this cannot be ‘read’…”

The fact that it cannot be read means that this thing is a creation of Chenxi.

Considering his behavior before he left, Hoffman wasn't sure if touching the crystal now was the right choice. She should have stopped him before Marcus touched it, but everything happened too fast.

Hoffman did not immediately take it, but Marcus, holding the crystal, became increasingly nervous.

Why isn't Ms. Hoffman answering? Did I do something wrong again?

The young investigator was filled with trepidation, but the crystal in her hand did not bring the expected chill. Instead, it had a strange warmth, like the warm sun in winter, enticing her to let down her guard and just want to get a good night's sleep.

His consciousness began to fade, and Marcus involuntarily yawned. Hoffman, keenly sensing something was wrong, immediately shouted:

"Marcus! Stay alert and drop what you're holding immediately!"

"Ahhhh...Yes!"

The sudden rebuke startled Marcus from her reverie. She instinctively let go, and the emerald prism bounced on the ground before finally rolling to Isolde's feet.

"Madam, that thing poses an unknown danger. Please stay away from it immediately!"

Despite the principles of conduct that limit investigators from interfering with the normal course of events, things had already deteriorated to such an extent that Hoffman still wanted to save everyone as much as possible.

However, Isolde's gaze was already fixed on the crystal, ignoring Hoffmann's warning. She bent down, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a fragile work of art.

The moment her fingertips touched the cool surface, a familiar gentleness overwhelmed her like a tide.

"doctor……"

Her voice trembled, like a dying traveler in the desert who had stumbled upon an oasis. In that instant, her eyes became both crazed and dangerous, and she exuded a chilling aura.

Hoffman didn't know what she saw in the crystal, but the dangerous intuition was enough to make her tense up and prepare for battle.

Just as Hoffman was prepared to capture Isolde even at the cost of injury, the latter's demeanor suddenly changed. That dangerous madness vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle and refined humility.

She carefully tucked the crystal into her bosom, lifted her skirt, and gave a perfect ladylike bow to the crowd:

"Thank you all for attending my brother's memorial service today. I have some family matters to attend to, so I'll have to take my leave now."

After saying that, she turned to leave.

"and many more!"

From any perspective, Hoffman absolutely could not let Isolde leave like this.

However, just as she was about to chase after him to stop him, a furious question exploded from behind like a thunderclap:

"I think you can explain to me why my man is lying on the ground like this, his life hanging in the balance."

Hoffmann turned her head sharply and saw old Karl, his face flushed with anger, his cheeks trembling, his cloudy but sharp eyes fixed on her.

“From headquarters, Ms. Hoffman.”

He repeated through gritted teeth, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage.