The Butterfly Effect - Chapter 19, Return

Yang Youyou stopped, turned around, and walked between the two residential buildings, descending the stairs one step at a time until she passed through the two adjacent residential buildings, at which point she felt a little better.
She stood there, trying to calm the discomfort rising in her body. More than a decade had passed, yet she still felt the same way she did back then: going to school was a liberation, while coming home felt like stepping into a concentration camp—a feeling of disgust ingrained in her very bones. She took a deep breath and said self-deprecatingly, "You've really grown more and more accomplished with age. You're already twenty-seven, how come you haven't improved at all?"
But this was ultimately the place she had fled in disgrace, and she had never faced it again since. She looked up and let out a sigh of relief, finally adjusting her mindset as she silently looked around. The faded scenery that remained both familiar and unfamiliar in her memory gradually came to life: a double-row asphalt road lined with evergreen, towering pine trees, and about twenty or thirty meters away from her, a garbage dump for nearby residents.
Yang Youyou walked towards the garbage collection point. She remembered that if she went down the stairs next to the garbage can and walked south for more than ten minutes, she would cross a main road, turn left, and then walk for another three to five minutes to reach the community service center. She thought she could go there first to take care of the child's matter.
Suddenly, just as she was considering what to do if she didn't meet a third person here, as if in response to her, another figure appeared at the end of the road. Yang Youyou was stunned and stood there blankly, staring at the young girl who was walking towards her.
The girl, dressed in a white and blue school uniform, with a large backpack slung over her shoulder, slowly moved forward from the end of the road with her head down. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and her face, which was always looking down at the ground, was expressionless. Her youthful face bore a depth that did not belong to someone her age.
In a daze, Yang Youyou seemed to hear the sound of time passing, until the girl was right in front of her, and she froze completely. It was as if a barrier had suddenly appeared in front of her—glass, a mirror, or perhaps just frozen air. She wanted to speak on one end, but the girl on the other seemed to be completely immersed in her own world.
The familiar face she saw every day suddenly blurred. She looked at herself in her middle school uniform so close, yet she couldn't move. Her voice, her limbs, even the air around her seemed to have stopped moving. Her eyes widened, and she suddenly held her breath, not because of the girl who was passing by her without paying any attention, but because at this moment, besides herself, she saw a small, dirty figure hiding behind a trash can.
The child had somehow gotten here with her, and was still wearing the women's suit jacket she had left behind.
Her memory crumbled instantly, but the image of that child, with his fierce, dog-like eyes that left an extremely deep impression on her, remained etched in her mind.
she……
"Miss Yang? Miss Yang?"
A woman's voice drifted from afar to Yang Youyou's ears, causing her a splitting headache. Large fragments of her memories were jumbled together, both chaotic and clear. She had met a child one winter. The child was wearing a dirty, thin coat, was skin and bones, and wore ill-fitting shoes even in the dead of winter. She was rummaging through a garbage dump for food.
She happened to be passing by with a few packets of instant noodles, and although she had decided to ignore it and walk past, she couldn't resist the pity in her heart. She left the noodles and went hungry for several days during school lunch. Later, whenever she saw that child, as long as she had food on her, she would give it to her. The child didn't appear often, maybe once or twice every two or three months. After she left home for high school, she never saw the child again.
"Ugh..." Yang Youyou groaned in pain, a part of her memory had been altered. High school and university hadn't changed much, but after graduation, she was still a lawyer, only now she was a lawyer at Dingcheng Law Firm, one of the top firms in the city, and her income was at least double what it used to be. She was still twenty-seven years old, and she had been drugged and raped at home again. She still chose to report it to the police and get a forensic examination, but the difference was that the police officer in charge of her case had changed, but the examining doctor hadn't.
"Are you alright?" Li Weining reached out and gently patted Yang Youyou's back. "If you're feeling unwell, you can rest for a while. Don't force yourself to push yourself."
"I'm sorry." Yang Youyou frowned, recalling what Li Weining had said to her a few minutes earlier.
She said that the semen, as the only evidence left by the criminal, only indicated two possibilities. One, he was provoking the police and showing off, and could also be targeting the victim; two, he wasn't worried that the police could arrest him based solely on the semen.
"Please, let me rest for a bit... I'm sorry..." Her head felt like it was about to explode, and her face was pale and bloodless. She dared not recall her memories. After the headache subsided, Yang Youyou raised her wrist. The time on her watch showed 2:32 PM. The second hand skipped over, and it was now 2:33 PM.
Li Weining got up and poured Yang Youyou a glass of water. After watching her drink it all in one gulp, he carefully placed a tissue in front of her. Only then did Yang Youyou realize that her cheeks were wet with tears.
Li Weining didn't say much about Yang Youyou's unusual behavior, only saying softly, "It's good for your health to cry a little, don't hold it in."
Yang Youyou wiped away her tears and forced herself to focus all her attention on the present. "I'm sorry, I'm fine now. Let's continue."
Li Weining nodded and continued, "According to psychological analysis, the possibility of this criminal re-offending cannot be ruled out. Although it is rare for a perpetrator to commit a second assault on the same victim in rape and sexual assault cases, if he is a psychopath who enjoys doing it, he may send you photos or video recordings to achieve a kind of psychological continuation of pleasure."
"You mean, he might have filmed the crime?" Yang Youyou's fingertips went cold. If that bastard really did keep it, what if it got online...
“That possibility cannot be ruled out. Actually…” Li Weining pursed his lips with difficulty, “I shouldn’t tell you about these investigative matters. To avoid any overreaction from the victims, we are strictly forbidden from talking too much.”
"I won't tell anyone..." Yang Youyou's head was throbbing, but since she had accepted Li Weining's kindness, she couldn't selfishly push her into the limelight as well. "Thank you for reminding me, I will be more careful."
"Also, you need to follow up on the case filing process more closely. For this type of case... you're a lawyer, so I won't presume to teach you anything in your field. Take good care of yourself." Li Weining sealed all the appraisal reports in a file folder and handed it to her.
Yang Youyou took the file and thanked Li Weining again. She prepared to leave, but just as she reached the door, she suddenly turned back and looked at Li Weining earnestly, asking, "Dr. Li, do you believe people can travel back in time?"

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