Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 80

Chapter 80: One Body, Two Souls (Part 1)

After leaving her there, Manager Pan went out. She had to prepare everything for tonight in advance.

The lights in the break room were not so bright and glaring. Sang Jing moved to the sofa in the corner, one side facing the light, her hand in the darkness.

The ear cuff swayed gently, and a shadow of nothingness merged with the darkness on that side.

“Are you cold again?”

Sang Jing pinched her hand. It was very cold, but much better than before. She shook her head and said nothing.

The next second, a hand came through and held her hand. The temperature of the two hands was almost the same.

“Reserved person, will you die if you tell the truth?”

Sang Jing frowned and looked over. “What did you say?”

A hand with well-defined joints lifted her face, slowly moved to the back of her neck, and then pulled her into the darkness. “I have a way to make you not so cold.”

“What…”

Sang Jing’s eyelashes trembled. Her breathing hitched for a moment, then became rapid. She tilted her head back slightly, her chin was held, and her lips were parted. A wet, cool, and soft thing drilled in, hooking her, and wrapping around her.

Her body was indeed not cold anymore. Heat surged from her heart, making her face slightly hot, and her breath carried a scorching heat.

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The silver strip hanging from the ear cuff swept back and forth on the side of her neck. Sang Jing was a little itchy. She raised her hand and tapped it to remind a certain ghost, “Don’t move.”

“Are you cold?” Xie Yu asked in a low voice, her tone a little expectant.

“I’m not cold,” Sang Jing said, flipping through the magazine in her hand. This was an internal publication of Jiutian Media. Although she had already seen the information that Wenren Jin had sent over, she was idle anyway, and she still had to stay here until the evening.

Xie Yu was disappointed again. “Why aren’t you cold?”

Sang Jing: “?”

She still wants me to be cold?

“Be cold for a while, just a little,” Xie Yu hummed in a low voice, begging her, her tone like she was acting cute.

“…Alright, then I’m cold.”

“I, I, I have a way to make you not cold.”

“What…”

Xie Yu was so excited she was about to come out.

The door to the break room opened. Bei Shan came in, wiping her hands, and glanced to the side.

Qin Ge had already left.

The small interlude was over. Sang Jing’s fingers slid down the ear cuff. The ear cuff that had been swaying just now was now as still as death.

Xie Yu: “…”

She hated Bei Shan.

“I’ll be staying at the company tonight. I’ve already told Wenren Jin,” Sang Jing said casually.

Bei Shan played the role of an assistant well and lowered her head slightly. “Alright.”

At around six o’clock, Manager Pan came over again, took Sang Jing to dinner, and said a lot of polite words to make Sang Jing wait a little longer. If she was bored, she could also walk around the company.

The company’s closing time was at nine. After 9:30, there were basically no people on the floors. The eighth floor was the break room, and the ninth floor was the piano room.

When it was almost ten o’clock, Sang Jing was sitting in the break room and heard singing from upstairs. Logically, this kind of break room had very good sound insulation, and it was even on a different floor, but the sound of the piano and the singing from the piano room was clearly transmitted to every corner of the break room.

“Is this… Qin Ge?” Sang Jing was a little unsure. It didn’t sound like her. She was singing an old song.

“No, it’s not her,” Bei Shan said with certainty. She listened to a few more lines of the lyrics and frowned. “Qing Tian?”

“Are you talking about the person or the song?”

“It’s both the person and the song. A singer who was popular more than a decade ago, Qing Tian. Her last original song was named after herself. Not long after that, she committed suicide.”

Qing Tian (Sunny Day) was reviewed online as a sunny song with very positive lyrics. But ever since Qing Tian’s death, many people had analyzed the lyrics of this song and always felt that it contained Qing Tian’s unspoken words, gloomy, with a bloody unwillingness and resentment.

There was a line in the lyrics that said, after the rain comes a clear day, but the vast majority of this song was about the depression of a downpour. The beauty and brilliance of a sunny day were not expressed much.

Some netizens said that Qing Tian had experienced a great rain but had not been able to wait for her sunny day.

The passionate piano sound, combined with the singing, was like an explosion, like a release. Then, a clap of thunder suddenly struck above the building, and a heavy rain fell.

The moment the thunder sounded, Sang Jing raised her hand and covered the ear cuff.

Fortunately, there were only one or two claps of thunder tonight, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if a hand were choking her, making it difficult to breathe.

Qing Tian’s singing began to move. Sang Jing and Bei Shan could clearly hear the singing coming out of the piano room, heading down the stairs, and straight for the break room!

The chain of the ear cuff wrapped around her finger, just like Xie Yu was holding her tightly.

She was scared.

Sang Jing said in a low voice, “It’s alright.”

Bei Shan glanced at her, her disgust undisguised.

I’ve never seen a ghost who is afraid of ghosts.

The singing was melodious and pleasant. It slowly came to the front of the break room. The doorknob was turned, and the door slowly opened.

From beginning to end, the singing never stopped.

The lights in the building’s corridor were off, but there were still sensor lights. But under this singing, not a single light came on. It was pitch black outside, and the pitter-patter of the rain came to their ears.

The door to the break room was wide open, and a woman in a white dress was standing at the door.

It was Qin Ge.

No, it was not Qin Ge.

Sang Jing looked at the woman and squinted her eyes. This was different from the Qin Ge she had seen during the day. The Qin Ge during the day always gave her a sense of fragmentation. The eyes with ambition and unwillingness did not seem to belong to her. But the current Qin Ge did not have that feeling.

Qin Ge curved her lips into a smile. Her lips remained still, and the singing came from her throat. The lyrics she was singing were the part about the heavy rain. Paired with the rain outside, it could be said to be very fitting.

Probably because she didn’t see the fear in Sang Jing and Bei Shan’s eyes, Qin Ge tilted her head, the strange smile still on her face. “You’re here.”

Her words and the singing mixed together. Bei Shan’s eyes widened.

The singing was Qing Tian’s, but the one speaking was Qin Ge.

Sang Jing acted as if she hadn’t noticed anything unusual and retorted, “Didn’t you ask me to wait for you here? You said you would give me your throat.”

The smile on Qin Ge’s face slowly faded, and her tone became low and cold. “Yes, they want to give you my throat. They want to snatch her from me and give her to you.”

They? Her?

Sang Jing listened carefully to her words.

A cold light flashed before her eyes. Sang Jing looked down at Qin Ge’s hand. At this moment, she was holding a dagger.

“No one can snatch her away,” Qin Ge’s eyes were scarlet as she stared at Sang Jing. Then she suddenly raised the dagger in her hand and rushed over.

The singing came to an abrupt halt and was replaced by a panicked cry. “Xiao Ge!”

Qin Ge’s action paused for a moment, but her eyes became even more determined.

She wanted to kill Sang Jing. That way, no one would be able to compete with her.

Sang Jing did not dodge. The dagger didn’t even come close to her before it was kicked to the ground by Bei Shan’s high kick. Qin Ge’s wrist was twisted, and her face contorted in pain.

“Are you crazy?” Bei Shan said, kicking the dagger far away.

Just now, Sang Jing and Bei Shan had both heard Qing Tian’s cry.

One body, two souls?

Sang Jing was a little surprised. She had seen such an example in her teacher’s book. It was a pair of twin sisters, but because one of them had had an accident during childbirth, the soul without a body could only attach itself to the other. But this kind of situation was very rare, and most were twins. But Qing Tian and Qin Ge were not twins at all. Why would there be a case of one body, two souls?

“Is there a ghost on her?” Bei Shan asked Sang Jing in confusion.

She didn’t know about one body, two souls. Her biggest guess was a ghost possession. But if it were a ghost possession, how could the ghost’s consciousness and Qin Ge’s consciousness coexist and even talk?

“It’s one body, two souls,” Sang Jing said, looking at Qin Ge. Her previous confusion was resolved.

No wonder she had seen such a strong sense of fragmentation in Qin Ge. It turned out she was not just herself.

Bei Shan’s mouth fell open. “You, you’re saying Qing Tian is in her?”

Qing Tian was not very famous before she died. It was only after her death that people discovered her talent and praised her songs highly. When Qin Ge debuted, she became an instant hit and was even given the title of ‘Little Qing Tian’, and her popularity soared.

Qin Ge knew that Manager Pan would snatch Qing Tian from her, and would also snatch Qing Tian’s throat. She had completely lost her mind and had not even thought about why the two people in front of her had so quickly guessed about Qing Tian and her relationship with her.

“No one, can snatch you away,” Qin Ge said, struggling to stand up.

Qing Tian’s voice came from her throat. “Xiao Ge, it’s useless. We can’t beat them. Can you please stop hurting yourself? Although we’re separated, I can still sing. You can still hear my songs.”

Qin Ge’s expression froze, and tears rolled down her face. “What did you say? You, you’re leaving me? Why? Am I not good enough? Why are you leaving? If we kill her, kill her, they won’t be able to separate us. Don’t leave me, okay…”

“Xiao Ge,” Qing Tian said, a little helpless. “We can’t decide. Just be obedient.”

Qin Ge bit her lip, then suddenly laughed. She changed her previous humble attitude and questioned sharply, “Do you also want to leave me and be with her! She’s pretty, has a better status and background than me. And with your throat, she can be more popular than me and climb higher, be seen and heard by more people. Is that it? Is that what you’re thinking!?”

Hearing this, Xie Yu was not happy. She muttered in Sang Jing’s ear, “Is she crazy? Why should she be with you? I can also sing, and I can do all kinds of vocal ranges.”

The corners of Sang Jing’s lips turned up.

Qing Tian’s silence made Qin Ge even more devastated. She roared, “Speak! Hahahahaha, when Manager Pan brought that person to me, do you know how surprised I was? I wasn’t even afraid of having to spend the rest of my life with a ghost. You said you liked me very much, and I believed you. In the end, it was because you liked my face and my body that you could come back to life and stand in front of the screen to sing. Now that a prettier and more well-connected person has come, you can just kick me away!”

“Don’t make yourself sound so noble,” Qing Tian scoffed coldly. “Haven’t you also enjoyed the pleasure that fame and fortune have brought? Do you think this throat is yours? Do I need to remind you? Without my throat, you’re nothing but this face!”

Sang Jing and Bei Shan stood on the side, watching them argue, and also understood.

Their one body, two souls had been deliberately created. Qin Ge’s face and Qing Tian’s throat had jointly created the current new singer, “Qin Ge.”

Now that Sang Jing had suddenly come to Jiutian Media, and was brought by Wenren Jin, with a better status and background than Qin Ge, Manager Pan wanted to use Sang Jing and Qing Tian to create another “Qin Ge.” Qing Tian was naturally willing, but Qin Ge was not.

On the surface, Qin Ge and Qing Tian were harmonious, but in the end, they were both using each other. Qing Tian needed Qin Ge’s face and body to sing again, and Qin Ge also used Qing Tian’s throat to gain fame and fortune.

Then the teacher Manager Pan had asked her to see tonight was probably the one who could create a case of one body, two souls.

Sang Jing began to be curious. No matter what the other party’s purpose was, to be able to do this, she could be called a genius.

Bei Shan glanced at the screen and tilted her head towards Sang Jing.

“Manager Pan is back.”