Genshin Impact: This fireplace house is your graveyard.

Chapter 210 Fuzzy Memory

Hearing this, the old butler was still somewhat confused. "The ability to read the memories of a space and materialize them doesn't exist in Teyvat."

"Who exactly are you?" Hearing Vilette's somewhat incredulous question, Qiuhe simply replied expressionlessly, "You don't need to know."

"Just know that everything I do is for Fontaine's benefit; I will never harm Fontaine." Hearing this, Vilette fell silent.

"Then, Qiuhe, what do we do now?" Hearing Funina's question, Qiuhe replied, "Wait." Leaving behind the word "wait," Qiuhe fell silent.

Funina didn't understand what it meant either, but when Akikawa said to wait, she didn't ask any more questions. While the four of them waited, Akikawa kept staring at the clock on the wall.

The room was utterly silent, save for the ticking of the clock and the sounds of everyone's breathing and heartbeats. Qiuhe only uttered the word "wait."

But they didn't know what they were waiting for or what would happen next. However, Vilette guessed it; it was actually the magic of reading spatial memories.

Furthermore, it revealed the memories of the space, so the one waiting now is none other than the criminal recorded in the space.

As the clock hands ticked away, with a click, the time reached 0:20, and a transparent barrier flashed across the room in an instant.

Navelette and Qiuhe also saw the fleeting transparent barrier, but at the same time the barrier disappeared, the surrounding space turned into darkness.

Qiuhe was stunned by what he saw. "This, how is this possible?" Qiuhe simply couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

"Time freezes." Navelette muttered to herself. Seeing that it was pitch black around them, Funina quickly turned to Qiuhe for help.

"Qiuhe, what's going on? Why did everything suddenly go dark?" Qiuhe didn't know how to answer Fu Ningna's question.

He still wants to know how this happened. Qiuhe also learned about the ability to possess memories from novels and anime he read on his phone when he was on Earth.

Some magic can even read the memories of space, but he didn't know that the memories of space could also be interfered with, "the magic of freezing time."

If it becomes powerful enough, then nothing other than the caster can record anything while space is frozen.

Upon hearing Vilette's explanation, Qiuhe slowly raised his hand to dispel the surrounding spatial magic, and the group returned to reality. Qiuhe was now completely at a loss.

Accessing the memories of the spatial dimension was the last resort Qiuhe could think of. If even that didn't work, then he was out of options.

"You can even read the memories of a space, so have you ever thought about trying to read the memories of this family crest?" Hearing Vilette's words...

Qiuhe also fell into thought, "I've never tried it before. I've only tried reading people's memories. This was my first time trying to read the memories of a space."

"To extract memories from something as inanimate as a family crest..." Qiuhe pondered carefully, but couldn't think of any other way. In the end, he could only try it as a last resort.

Taking the family crest from Funina's hand, Qiuhe held it in his own, controlling the energy within his body to begin reading the crest's memories.

As Qiuhe channeled his magic deeper into the family crest, a jumble of vague and scattered memories flashed rapidly through his mind.

The first thing that comes to mind is a skyscraper, which seems to belong to a huge corporation, and the sign on the building...

It appears to be made of pure gold, but no matter how shiny and large the lettering is, it is still so blurry that it is impossible to read. These memories are like those of an early black and white television.

The screen flickered with white snowflakes, and visibility was extremely low. Finally, this fleeting memory flashed quickly through Qiuhe's mind.

As the memories shifted like a magnetic tape, this time the memory took place in a hospital, seemingly from a first-person perspective, watching a newborn baby boy.

Then, a long line of cars flashed through my memory, along with red carpets covering the hospital and piles of gold, silver, and jewels.

A group of people dressed in overcoats, looking like socialites, seemed to be bidding farewell to the baby boy's birth, as vivid memories flashed by like a meteor shower.

Throughout the process, the baby boy's childhood was filled with constantly changing toys, and as he grew into a young man, he was almost always accompanied by beautiful women who resembled world-famous supermodels.

Luxury cars speeding through the streets, beautiful women and jewelry inside, banknotes fluttering in the air, the city lights dazzling, and shimmering lights from the ceiling.

A riotous, swaying crowd, blood-stained glasses, the arrogant laughter of youths, greed, arrogance, violence, madness, lust, a naked woman thrown from a building—a scene of bestiality and depravity unfolding.

As memories faded, another memory, seemingly a handover ceremony, emerged in its place. Though blurry, it was still discernible.

A middle-aged man was taking off his family crest from his neck and placing it around the young man's neck, as memories, like black ink stains on water, rippled and dispersed once more.

Replacing this memory is a person who appears to have stabbed the current bearer of the family crest with a knife, as the hazy memories flash rapidly.

Finally, the memory stopped at the image of the family crest's owner assaulting a young girl, and then the center of the memory instantly shattered like broken glass, splitting into a spiderweb pattern.

Qiuhe suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily. "Qiuhe, what's wrong?" Seeing Qiuhe covered in sweat and panting so hard...

Funina asked about the situation with concern. After catching her breath, Qiuhe said, "I saw that person, the murderer who hurt the little girl."

After hearing this, Funina was also curious about who it was, while Qiuhe looked at the old butler beside him and asked, "Old butler, what's the situation here?"

We've almost finished our investigation, and we roughly know who the murderer is. But…” The old butler, seeing that Qiuhe had only said half of his sentence, understood the meaning behind it.

"Since you gentlemen have already found clues, I won't take up any more of your time. You gentlemen must have your own matters to attend to."

If there's nothing left to investigate here, then I'll have the room cleaned up. Thank you for your help, Lord Water God, Lord Vilette, and Lord Qiuhe.

"Please, gentlemen, take your time." After bidding farewell to the old butler, the three left the villa and returned to Navelette's office.

Navelette took a sip of water from the table, and after a long sigh, asked, "Little Qiuhe, isn't this a suitable place to talk now?"

"Tell me, who is that person?" Qiuhe rubbed his forehead and said, "I do know who that person is now."

However, it cannot be said that it is entirely certain that the person does not belong to Teyvat. When Navelette heard this, she was slightly surprised, but also felt that it made sense.

After all, in Teyvat, only Ishtar possesses the power to freeze time and an authority so immense that even space itself cannot record it. However,

If forced to choose between Ishtar violating the little girl and the mongoose transforming into a human, Vilette would rather believe that the mongoose transformed into a human and committed an inappropriate act than believe that Ishtar would condescend to descend upon Teyvat just to violate an innocent little girl.

If you told this to a ghost, even the ghost would curse the person who said it as a lunatic. "Although it was a bit unexpected, it was someone other than Teyvat."

I doubt anyone on Teyvat possesses such powerful abilities, but what I'm more interested in now is who that person is.

"Knowing only that it doesn't belong to Teyvat is practically the same as saying nothing at all." Qiuhe sighed after hearing this. "I know what you mean."

But that's all I know for now. Memories on inanimate objects are inherently chaotic; I can only see some vague recollections.

The reason I say that person doesn't belong to Teyvat is because I see scenes and people in the memories of this sigil that don't belong to Teyvat.

Qiuhe also fell into thought at this point, "Moreover, I don't know if it's just my imagination or what, but I feel like I've seen this family crest somewhere before."

Not only this family crest, but although my memory is hazy, I feel like I vaguely recognize the person who owned this crest. But I've never actually seen them before.

Qiuhe was also puzzled. First, there was the family crest, then that person; both seemed very familiar, yet he couldn't recall any related memories.

Especially that person, that face is still lingering in Qiuhe's mind, he always feels like he has seen that person in something before.

"But if you haven't met him, then he shouldn't appear in your memory. Since you think he looks familiar, could he be from your world?"

Upon hearing Funina's unintentional remark, both Vilette and Qiuhe turned to look at her. Seeing their gazes on her, Funina blinked.

"What... happened?" "Hmm... what Ms. Funina said doesn't make no mistake. If this person or thing hasn't appeared in your memory..."

"Then you probably don't possess this memory either." Vilette then looked at Qiuhe, "Although I don't yet have concrete evidence..."

It's possible to prove whether you're friend or foe, but from the fact that you rewound the entire Teyvat by almost half a month, to the abilities you just displayed...

I suppose you don't have any other reason to prove to me that you're not an outsider, do you?