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X City Central Hospital. Lu Quezhi had just confirmed his mother's condition with the doctor and received the reply that her recent condition was stable and her physical condition was suitable for supernatural treatment.

"Great, great, I can finally..." He was still so excited after he went out that his body was still shaking. He clenched his fists and hammered the outside of his thighs again and again, trying to stop himself from staggering when walking.

There was mist in his eyes and his vision was blurry, but he could vaguely see a pile of things across the intersection, and there seemed to be a figure among them.

"Aiya...ah..." A middle-aged woman, thinly dressed, was pacing stiffly with her hands on her lower back. At her feet were sacks and boxes of various sizes.

Lu Quezhi quickly wiped his face with both hands and trotted over to the woman opposite. "Auntie? Where are you going to take all these things?" he asked with concern.

The woman quickly looked up at him, and Lu Quezhi realized that her face was pale and hungry, with large white spots on her cheeks, her lips were a little chapped, and there were obvious bloodshot in her pupils, as if she had not had a good rest for some time.

Her voice choked with sobs: "My son is in the hospital, and I wanted to take his things to his ward, but I dragged them all the way and accidentally sprained my waist." As she spoke, turbid tears fell to the ground and were absorbed by the ground the moment they spread.

"Don't worry, I'll help you!" Lu Quezhi quickly rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the opening of the sack, swung his arms and carried it on his right shoulder, and signaled the woman to hand him the handle of the box.

The woman wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, then pulled up the poles of the other two large boxes and pushed them to Lu Quezhi.

"Which building does your son live in?" Lu Quezhi lowered his head. In order to hold the sack steady, he had to bend his upper body slightly, and his vision was somewhat restricted.

The woman supported her waist with her left hand and followed Lu Quezhi with two poles in her right hand. She said, "It's in Building 3 in Area F." That is the inpatient area with the least people in the hospital and also the most remote place. It seems that the conditions at home are not very good.

Lu Quezhi said "eh" and walked towards Area F with his back bent.

The inpatient area in the corner was rarely visited, and even the green plants were sparse. Two figures appeared at the corner, they were Lu Quezhi and the middle-aged woman.

"Auntie, this is Building 3, Area F... Huh... Which floor does your son live on? I'll help you get to the elevator." Lu Quezhi was covered in sweat. His innermost clothes were wet and stuck to his back. He was also pressed down by the heavy sack, and the right half of his body felt a little stiff.

The woman felt refreshed and not sweating at all. She followed Lu Quezhi closely without saying a word.

"Auntie?" Lu Quezhi couldn't wait for an answer. He was restricted and couldn't turn around, so he could only stop and asked with his head tilted in confusion.

"My son lives underground, go find him."

The woman suddenly said something sinister, took out a knife from the side of the big box, stabbed it straight into Lu Quezhi's heart from the back, and then immediately pulled the knife out.

Her face and body were soaked in the gushing blood, but her eyes were shining brightly as she stared straight ahead.

"Ugh!" Lu Quezhi suddenly lost his strength, and the sack slipped from his right shoulder and fell to the ground with a "bang". His body twitched, and his left hand could no longer hold the handle of the box, and he fell forward.

He lay on the ground, his back gradually stained red with blood, and everything within his sight also gradually turned red.

The woman stood a step behind him, watching him kneel, watch him lie prone, watch his whole body pressed against the ground. It was as if a pair of hands stretched out from the ground, grabbed Lu Quezhi's shoulders, and tried to pull him down from head to toe.

"You should pay for my son's life." She said expressionlessly, neither sad nor happy.

Watching Lu Quezhi's body tremble, twitch violently, and finally stop moving, she finally shed tears and smiled foolishly: "Chen, Mom has avenged you."

...

Shi Youchen had just come out of the bathroom, his body covered in steam. The bracelet on the coffee table suddenly popped up an alert box, flashing a red light, "Friend number: 8461, vital sign monitoring is abnormal!"

At the same time, the monitoring group of the association's management center also received a reminder and immediately dispatched a medical team to the monitored location.

Shi Youchen immediately called Lu Quezhi, but no one answered. He suddenly had a bad feeling, as if his heart was being squeezed tightly, and he felt a little breathless.

Five hours later, Shi Youchen received a call from Yan Zhiyuan: "Are you at the association? Something happened to Lu Quezhi. Please come to the lobby of the management building."

When Shi Youchen arrived at the administration building, the lobby was already crowded. Yan Zhiyuan squeezed through the crowd and approached Shi Youchen, his tone no longer as calm as usual. "Five and a half hours ago, the management center detected that Lu Quezhi's vital signs had disappeared. A medical team was immediately dispatched, and they found...his body at X City Central Hospital."

Shi Youchen had a complicated expression, one of shock, confusion, and anger.

He took a deep breath, then asked, "Where's the body?"

Yan Zhiyuan: "In the farewell hall."

Shi Youchen asked, "Why did you call me over?"

"As his mission partner and most frequent friend, you have the right to see him one last time."

The friend I contact most frequently...Shi Youchen knew that Lu Quezhi might not have many friends whose contact information he had added, but he didn't expect that he would be the person he contacted most frequently.

"Have they done any testing or sampling?" Shi Youchen remembered something and became a little flustered.

Yan Zhiyuan paused for a moment before speaking: "Apart from his body, there was nothing else left at the scene. We've done multiple tests on the scene and his body, and the results are all the same."

"There is no energy residue at the accident site, but there are energy residues from mental invasion on his body." Yan Zhiyuan's eyes were dim.

Shi Youchen scoffed softly, his gaze averted. "After death, a psychic's original energy cannot be detected, so the mental invasion on him was inflicted before his death."

Yan Zhiyuan nodded: "Well, so this matter may be the same as what we discussed before." He was referring to the fugitive attack incident in District 10, except that this time the victims were no longer ordinary people, but people with special abilities.

Shi Youchen had his own guesses in his mind, but he couldn't tell them now: "Can I come in?"

"Can."

Although the "Farewell Hall" is called a hall, it is actually just a small room used to temporarily store corpses. The moment they leave the room, they will be buried.

Shi Youchen looked at the man lying on the rack. He had always been skinny, a child who had grown up malnourished. Only his eyes were bright and lively, but now there was no light in his body.

Shi Youchen gently lifted the white cloth covering him and saw Lu Quezhi's intact body.

He looked at it carefully from head to toe many times, and the more he looked, the more unwilling he felt.

His suspicion of Lu Quezhi had not been proven, and everything he had discussed with Ying Yungui before was just based on assumptions.

What is the purpose? What is the method? What should be done? There are still many, many questions, and none of them have been solved.

And now, the person he suspected was lying here quietly.

"Why do I have to bear all the troubles, while you can just not worry about anything and sleep peacefully?" Shi Youchen kept this sentence in his heart for a long time.

It was so long ago that his grandmother died of illness; it was so long ago that his aunt's family was robbed and no one of four survived; it was so long ago that his parents died in a car accident the year he graduated from elementary school; it was also so long that he had not met his grandfather and uncle.

He had seen too many people in deep sleep, and he had gone from initial tears to a calm acceptance. Throughout this journey, envy had become the strongest emotion.

I envy them for being able to escape from this unfortunate world, and I envy them for being able to sleep peacefully.

"Why?"

The light and shadow in the room overlapped, and the person lying there kept changing, finally settling on a fair face. An inch above the pair of tightly closed eyes was an elegant mole.

Shi Youchen reached out his hand in a trance to touch that face.

The moment his fingertips touched the cold skin, he was dragged into the sea of consciousness.

In his mind, Shi Youchen saw Lu Quezhi pacing anxiously with his head down, the light shining on him growing dimmer and dimmer. Lu Quezhi suddenly looked up at the newcomer, his previous anxiety vanishing. The corners of his mouth trembled, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"Just say whatever you want to say." Shi Youchen heard his own voice was surprisingly calm.

Lu Quezhi gritted his teeth and said, "I don't have time to explain too much. This is my last bit of energy. I want to tell you..."

Yan Zhiyuan waited outside for a long time. People around him gradually dispersed, and finally he saw Shi Youchen's figure appear from the depths of the corridor.

"Are you okay?" Yan Zhiyuan observed his expression and found nothing unusual.

Shi Youchen said calmly: "It's okay, after all, it's not me who's in trouble."

Yan Zhiyuan then handed him the document in his hand and whispered, "Take a look at this." It was the application for modification of the personal direction of the psychic written after that discussion.

Shi Youchen looked at the line that read, "Application to change the ability of No. 8461 Lu Quezhi from 'touch perception' to 'mind speech.'" After a long moment of contemplation, he handed the document back to Yan Zhiyuan and said, "This is indeed more appropriate."

Yan Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. "I had intended to submit it as soon as you guys got back from your last mission, but I was suddenly called away to assist with testing, so it got delayed. If this modification is successful, the association will definitely provide assistance to extremely rare psychics like Xinyu, and he can also apply for corresponding subsidies for his mother's illness... What a pity."

Shi Youchen's eyelashes twitched, his eyes trembled slightly, and he sighed: "Yes."

Yan Zhiyuan gave a few more instructions, which were nothing more than words like asking him to pay attention to his own safety. After Shi Youchen agreed to everything, he waved goodbye and left with peace of mind.

...

Shi Youchen walked towards the dormitory, but not back to his own residence, but to the dormitory where Lu Quezhi lived.

Everyone else thought the mental intrusion detected on him was left by the murderer. Only Shi Youchen knew that it was actually Lu Quezhi's final mental intrusion on himself, used to explain his final wishes to his "friend."