Just in Time Chapter 125
Translated by Sylver (ko-fi)
Chapter 125
Extra 15-Brain Hole: Little Yi and Big Yi
The sharp knife cut through the tender white meat, staining it with crimson blood. The bloody internal organs were exposed to the air, and fresh blood dripped onto the white tiles.
Yi Chenliang carelessly tossed the knife aside. He had a lit cigarette between his lips, his gaze gloomy. It seemed that the cruel slaughter of a living being didn't bring him any joy.
A sizzling sound arose near his ears. He reached out and threw the fish into the oil pot. The kitchen was immediately filled with a fragrant aroma.
He picked up the seasoning packet for the sauerkraut fish and examined it carefully. He then realized that he needed to stir-fry the seasonings and sauerkraut before adding the fish, which instantly made him irritable.
"To hell with it," he thought.
He threw the seasonings and sauerkraut into the pot, wielding the spatula as if he were about to kill someone.
He stood in front of the pot. The noisy sound of oil frying was a bit loud.
Suddenly, two arms appeared out of nowhere and hugged him from behind. The person's chin rested on his shoulder, their voice full of sleepiness. "Brother, what are you doing so early in the morning?"
Yi Chenliang's scalp tingled. In the next second, he swiftly executed a shoulder throw, slamming the person to the ground. The knife, still dripping with fish blood, was pressed against the person's major artery. He barked, "Who are you!?"
He hadn't noticed someone entering the house, and the person had even managed to get behind him without his awareness. Realizing this, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
"Holy sh*t!" The person he had pinned to the ground cried out in pain. "Brother, you're too rough— Holy crap!?"
The person's voice suddenly filled with surprise.
Yi Chenliang, upon seeing the person's face clearly, was also stunned.
They looked exactly the same.
Even the small scar at the corner of their eyes was identical.
Looking at each other was like looking in a mirror, although the other person seemed harmless.
After a while, they sat in the living room, staring at each other.
"I'm also called Yi Chenliang," the other person said, rubbing his sore waist. "Hiss, you're really too rough."
Yi Chenliang stared at him coldly, obviously not believing his words.
The other person didn't seem to mind his murderous aura. He even boldly moved closer and smiled at him. "Wow, brother, you're so cool."
Yi Chenliang frowned slightly, very uncomfortable with someone being so close.
"You can call me Xiao Yi," the other person said. "Today is my 35th birthday. You even bought me a cake."
Yi Chenliang: "......"
This person who looked exactly like him might be crazy.
"I wished to see you at 35, and it actually came true," Xiao Yi smiled.
Yi Chenliang didn't like dealing with unnecessary things, nor did he have the other person's abundant curiosity. After confirming that the other person was harmless, he wanted to drive him out.
Xiao Yi looked at him in disbelief. "Come on, brother. It's freezing cold outside. You're kicking me out?"
Yi Chenliang sat on the sofa, wiping his knife with a cloth. He said coldly, "Leave, or die. Choose one."
But the other person's eyes lit up. "Brother, you're so cool like this."
Yi Chenliang: "......"
What kind of idiot was this?
Xiao Yi not only wasn't afraid of his threat but even went further and sat beside him. "Yi Chenliang," he called.
Yi Chenliang frowned.
But the other person seemed to have discovered something fun and called him again with a smile. "Yi Chenliang."
Yi Chenliang's face turned frosty as he stood up, grabbed his arm, and was about to throw him out the door.
Unexpectedly, the other person had some skills. He managed to exchange a few moves with Yi Chenliang and even used some unknown techniques that specifically countered him, pinning him against the door.
Xiao Yi hissed in pain, kicking the knife on the ground aside. He said rather provocatively, "Surprised? Brother, you specifically taught me how to counter your moves."
Yi Chenliang stared at him expressionlessly.
Xiao Yi suddenly gave an awkward smile, releasing him and raising his hands. A cold gun muzzle pressed against his waist. "Brother, there's no need for this. I was just messing with you earlier."
Yi Chenliang pressed his gun muzzle under Xiao Yi's chin, asking coldly, "Who exactly are you?"
"I'm you," the other person replied. Though he had a gun pressed against him, he didn't seem particularly afraid, as if certain Yi Chenliang wouldn't shoot. Instead, he looked at him with gentle eyes. "Brother, I really mean no harm. Today is your 35th birthday. I'm just here to keep you company."
Yi Chenliang was taken aback for a moment, but the wariness and killing intent in his eyes didn't dissipate. "Why do you call me brother?"
"Because you went back in time and raised me. You stopped me from killing Wang Youwei in Xinnan Alley. I didn't kill anyone and didn't end up in juvenile detention," the other person said, his gaze gentle as if lost in memories. "We spent three years in high school together, even got into the same university. You became a doctor saving lives, and I'm an archaeology specialist. We've been dating since high school, and later got married abroad. You have a triangular birthmark on your lower back, a black mole on your inner thigh, and when you're doing that thing, you like to stay quiet..."
As he spoke more and more outlandishly, and more surprisingly, it all matched up, Yi Chenliang's eyes filled with either more killing intent or more embarrassed anger. "Shut up."
Xiao Yi smiled teasingly, "Brother, don't be shy. You call me 'husband' every day, you know."
Yi Chenliang, either angered or flustered, had slightly reddened ear tips. He kept the gun in place, "Nonsense!"
He would never call a man 'husband', even if that person was himself.
Although it was incredible, the other person's details were too specific and accurate. No one but himself could possibly know these things. Combined with the other person's identical face and unconscious mannerisms that matched his own, he reluctantly believed a little.
"How did you come here, and how will you go back?" Yi Chenliang put away his gun and picked up the knife from the ground, staring at him coldly. "You're not welcome here."
The other person looked a bit hurt and helpless. "Brother, I just wanted to spend your birthday with you."
Yi Chenliang didn't answer him and went to the kitchen to check on the stewed fish.
The other person shamelessly followed him in, praising generously, "It smells so good."
Yi Chenliang turned off the stove and saw him holding a bowl, looking at him expectantly.
"......"
Although reluctant, considering it was both their 35th birthdays, Yi Chenliang grudgingly gave the other person a bowl of fish soup.
But the other person wasn't satisfied. "Brother, how about some meat? Just drinking soup won't fill me up."
Perhaps because he said it so naturally, as if they had known each other for a long time, Yi Chenliang, as if possessed, scooped the best piece of fish meat from the belly into his bowl.
The other person contentedly hugged the bowl and left the kitchen.
Yi Chenliang felt he might have gone mad.
The two sat in the living room, eating fish and drinking soup. Wisps of white steam rose under the lamplight, emitting a faint, fresh aroma.
The other person took a couple bites of fish from his bowl and remarked, "Brother, your cooking skills still need improvement."
Yi Chenliang ate his fish without responding. The next moment, a few pieces of sauerkraut were placed in his bowl. The other person's practiced movement seemed as if he had done it countless times.
Seeing him looking, Xiao Yi said naturally, "Don't you like sauerkraut?"
Yi Chenliang frowned slightly.
He did indeed like sauerkraut.
"I can't taste this flavor," the other person said, puzzled. "We should have the same tastes."
Yi Chenliang remained silent, picking up the sauerkraut and eating it in a few bites.
"Brother, it's your birthday today. Cheer up a bit," the other person smiled at him.
The smile looked rather foolish.
Yi Chenliang looked away with some disdain, focusing on eating his fish.
As they were nearly finished, the person who had been slurping soup suddenly choked and began coughing violently.
Yi Chenliang didn't intend to pay attention, but the other person's coughing grew worse. His entire face turned red, looking very uncomfortable.
Annoyed by the noise, Yi Chenliang went over and patted his back hard a couple of times. When that didn't work well, he poured a glass of water for the other person, but he was coughing too hard to drink.
Seeing that he was about to run out of breath, Yi Chenliang pulled him up from the sofa and hugged him from behind, pressing his fist against his stomach and giving a hard squeeze backwards.
The other person coughed painfully, spitting out a fish bone, and gasped for air.
Yi Chenliang released him, his disdain mixed with a hint of bewilderment. "Are you really thirty-five?"
Xiao Yi took a sip of water and looked at him pitifully. "I'm used to drinking like this."
"How come it didn't choke you to death?" Yi Chenliang had never seen anyone drink so noisily, practically asking to get a fish bone stuck in their throat.
"Because you always prepare it for me," the other person sighed, still shaken. "I just forgot this time."
Yi Chenliang tried to imagine himself preparing fish soup for someone else. It seemed even more absurd than him killing six people with one knife. He almost got goosebumps.
But whether it was out of disdain or some other reason, he sneered, "No wonder you've been raised to be such a useless person."
The suddenly "useless" person: "??"
After dinner, the other person enthusiastically went to wash the dishes. Yi Chenliang couldn't be bothered with him and sat on the sofa smoking.
The next moment, his cigarette was taken away.
Yi Chenliang narrowed his eyes, staring at him with an overwhelming sense of pressure.
The other person extinguished the cigarette and threw it in the trash can. "Your lungs aren't good, so don't smoke so much."
That matter-of-fact tone was as if he were his wife.
Yi Chenliang impatiently lowered his eyes, took out another cigarette from the pack and lit it, sneering, "Mind your own business."
But it was snatched away again and thrown into the trash can.
Yi Chenliang clicked his tongue, "Are you fucking asking for death?"
But the other person glared at him angrily, "This is how you forced me to quit smoking back then."
Yi Chenliang: "..."
The person calling himself Xiao Yi had finished washing his dishes, robbed him of the pleasure of smoking, and was now insisting on getting close to him.
Yi Chenliang wasn't used to being so close to others. He pushed him away, "Stay away."
But the other person grabbed his hand, and he nearly flipped him over out of reflex.
"Why do you have a bloody cut here?" the other person frowned.
Yi Chenliang didn't know when he had been injured and casually wiped it on his pants, not caring much.
"Hey, isn't that dirty?" The other person held onto his hand. "Where's the first aid kit?"
Then, without waiting for an answer, as if knowing where he usually kept the box, he pulled out a paper box from under the tea table, opened the alcohol inside, and soaked a cotton swab. He held Yi Chenliang's hand with one hand and disinfected the wound.
Yi Chenliang felt extremely uncomfortable. They were very close, and his hand, which was used to holding guns, was being held by someone else. It felt like his lifeline was being gripped. His scalp tingled, and he moved his hand, wanting to pull it away.
But the other person impatiently slapped his thigh, "Stay still."
Yi Chenliang: "..."
I think you're the one asking for death.