Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 551 – Is there a lock in your head?

In the meeting room.

Chu Chen stopped chewing.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over everyone, landing on the white-haired woman at the door.

Their eyes met.

Chu Chen’s gaze was very calm.

But Lin Li read something from those eyes that she couldn’t quite understand.

Was it nostalgia? Scrutiny? Or… pity?

Chu Chen swallowed the chocolate in his mouth, then jumped down from the chair.

He ignored Lei Li and Sun Jing, walking straight toward the door.

Ah Hu instinctively moved to block him.

Chu Chen merely glanced at him.

Ah Hu’s outstretched hand froze mid-air.

Chu Chen walked up to Lin Li and stopped in front of her.

He was a head taller than her, and he looked down, examining her carefully.

“They all say you’ve lost your memory.”

Chu Chen spoke, his voice very gentle.

Lin Li bit her lip, saying nothing, just looking at him.

“Don’t remember who you are, don’t remember where you came from.”

The corner of Chu Chen’s mouth twitched.

“Then do you still remember… who you really are?”

“Who… are you, really?”

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Chu Chen’s voice was very soft.

Sun Jing held her breath, her hand already pressed on the hilt of the blade at her waist.

Ah Hu and Xiao Wang were so nervous that sweat beaded on their foreheads.

Lei Li stepped forward, her tall figure blocking Lin Li behind her.

Her gaze met Chu Chen’s.

“Chu Chen, she’s mine. If you dare lay a single finger on her today, I don’t care about the bigger picture—Fragrant Hills International and your Magic City are done, as of today.”

“Tsk.”

Chu Chen clicked his tongue, his gaze slipping past Lei Li’s shoulder, continuing to land on the white-haired woman behind her.

Beautiful.

That was Chu Chen’s first reaction.

As the supreme commander of Magic City, he had access to nearly the entire genetic image database of humanity before the destruction of the Blue Star Federation. The face before him, even placed in that database containing billions of samples, would rank among the finest.

What truly drew him, though, was her aura.

Chu Chen had little interest in combat, but his brain’s perception of energy was sharper than any combatant’s.

In his vision, the world was composed of countless streams of data.

Lei Li was at the peak of Level Five—her energy was stable and powerful.

Sun Jing was Level Six—her energy condensed and lethal.

But Lin Li…

She had nothing.

No Spirit Energy fluctuations, no Mental Strength leakage. The data stream was a complete blank, forming a bottomless void. Yet, behind that blankness, Chu Chen could sense a terrifying power that made even him shudder.

It was Life Origin and Mental Strength a thousand times vaster than everyone present combined.

They were simply… asleep.

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“Lei Li, you misunderstand.” Chu Chen withdrew his gaze, lazily tearing open a new lollipop and stuffing it into his mouth, speaking indistinctly. “I’m not here to cause trouble.”

He raised his eyes, looking at everyone in the meeting room who had their ears perked up, and suddenly grinned.

“I’m just here to confirm one thing.”

He pointed in Lin Li’s direction with his finger.

“Her, before she lost her memory, was at least a Level Eight Evolved being. On par with Lin Fan.”

The words fell.

Level Eight and above!

To everyone present, that concept was almost equivalent to a deity.

Ah Hu’s mouth hung wide open, unable to close for a long time. His mind was in a whirl—Level Eight, wasn’t that the legendary spider demon with eight legs?

The hostility on Sun Jing’s face faded. She whipped her head toward Lin Li, searching that pure, innocent face for any trace of a powerful figure.

Lei Li’s heart skipped a beat.

She finally understood why this woman taking a bath could cause Xiao Yao to break through on the spot.

A being above level eight—even if just a sliver of energy leaked from beneath their fingernails—would be more than enough to stuff an ordinary Evolved being to the brim.

Throughout the entire room, only Lin Li herself showed no reaction.

She didn’t understand what level eight or level nine meant.

She simply tilted her head, looking at the man with heavy dark circles before her, fragments of incomplete, formless images flickering through her mind.

A lock.

A massive, rusted lock wrapped in chains.

The image flashed by too quickly to grasp.

But an instinct drove her to speak.

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Her voice was clean, carrying a soft, naive tenderness that seemed utterly out of place in this tense conference room.

“You…” Lin Li peeked out from behind Lei Li, her bright eyes studying Chu Chen with curiosity. “Is there a lock in your head too?”

Crack.

The lollipop in Chu Chen’s mouth shattered.

The smile on his face froze.

His pupils contracted sharply.

A lock.

That was the forbidden zone buried deepest in his consciousness—a place even he had nearly forgotten.

The shackle he had placed upon himself with his own hands in that laboratory, just to survive.

The secret of his regression from “prodigy” to “ordinary man.”

No one else in this world could possibly know about this—no one but himself!

Yet this woman before him…

This amnesiac woman of unknown origin had merely glanced at him and spoken it aloud.

So casually.

“How did you… how did you…” Sun Jing stood closest to Chu Chen, and she could clearly see cold sweat beading at his temples for the first time.

Lei Li was stunned as well.

She looked at Chu Chen’s pale face, then at Lin Li, completely at a loss as to what was happening.

Lin Li didn’t notice how much of a stir her words had caused.

She was still trying to recall that fleeting thought in her mind.

“I think… I had a friend, and he had a lock like that in his head too.” She murmured to herself, her brow slightly furrowed in a troubled expression.

“What was his name… I forgot.”

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“But that lock seemed very troublesome.”

Lin Li raised her head, looking back at Chu Chen with clear, limpid eyes.

“Opening it yourself seems very difficult for you.”

She stepped forward twice, fully emerging from behind Lei Li, and stood before Chu Chen.

She extended a pale, slender finger, with a hint of hesitation, and gently pressed it against Chu Chen’s brow.

“Do you want me to help you open it?”

“My intuition tells me that if I unlock the lock in your head, a lot of things will fall into place.”

The finger pressing against Chu Chen’s brow carried no warmth.

But an indescribable impact instantly pierced through his brain.

Everyone in the conference room froze.

Sun Jing’s hand gripped her knife handle, muscles tensed, fingernails digging into the leather of the grip without her even noticing.

Ah Hu and Xiao Wang stared wide-eyed, holding their breath.

What kind of monster was this white-haired woman who had just arrived?

“You… are talking nonsense.”

Chu Chen’s voice was dry and hoarse. He wanted to step back, but his feet refused to obey, unable to move an inch.

His mind was racing at full speed.

A variable.

An incalculable variable had emerged.

He had simulated countless scenarios of the Dragon Clan’s next invasion, calculated the value of every ounce of Blue Star’s combat strength, and even prepared contingency plans for the worst-case scenario of Lin Fan remaining unconscious.

Yet none of those plans accounted for “a woman with amnesia being able to see through the lock in my mind.”