Chapter 102 Chapter 102 The Truth (Part 3)

102

Xiao Mo hadn't recovered from the jet lag for two days. He was dizzy from playing during the day and full of energy at night.

A lot of people have been chatting with him these past two days.

Xiao Mo has already refused several uninvited cups of coffee.

Xiao Mo himself didn't care much, but Mo Shiyu's brows were getting tighter and tighter.

He was wary because he had been in a special physical condition for a long time, but these people who approached him were self-disciplined and polite, and did not show the kind of obsession he was familiar with, which made him hesitant.

"Your appearance is more in line with their aesthetic standards," the tour guide explained to him.

Is this really the case?

Mo Shiyu didn't know what the "book" meant by showing him this memory.

Just to tell you what kind of life he would have if he hadn't traveled through time?

Books are not that boring.

After lunch, while walking on Melrose Avenue, Xiao Mo suddenly felt a headache.

With the sweet cola poured on his shoulders, Xiao Mo covered his head and squatted down on the spot.

After feeling dizzy for a while, he heard the clink of a can falling to the ground.

He barely raised his head and saw a blurry figure sticking out of the window and giving him the middle finger, but it quickly disappeared.

Mo Shiyu actually noticed the movement above his head, but he couldn't control his body. He could only watch as he was hit.

“Hmm…”

A figure stopped beside him, and one of them squatted down to help him, anxiously asking, "Are you okay?"

Xiao Mo gasped softly in pain.

He didn't drink much of the can, including the liquid, and it was thrown from the third floor. He was really brave not to faint.

His nose was filled with the sweet smell of Coca-Cola. He barely raised his head and told a concerned passerby that he was fine. The passerby helped him to a chair nearby to rest and found some ice to put on his forehead.

"Teenager!" The passerby angrily waved his fist at the window, "You guys deserve to get your asses kicked!"

The passerby finished cursing and turned around, looking at him with concern. "Your clothes are wet. I have some clothes in my car. Do you want to go change?"

Xiao Mo lay on the chair and was autistic. After he got through the most dizzy period, he slowly raised his head, shook his head at the passers-by with a pale face, and smiled with his eyes curved.

"No, thank you. I have to wait for my friend."

The passerby looked embarrassed, "But your clothes... no offense, you smell like the Coca-Cola 100th anniversary mascot."

No matter how passers-by tried to persuade him, Xiao Mo refused to go with him. He lay on a chair on the busy street until his friends who had just returned from the toilet found him.

Seeing Xiao Mo's wet shirt, Fu Xiao's face suddenly turned cold, "What happened?"

Xiao Mo was dazed and explained again incoherently, then pointed at the passerby and said, "He helped me."

Fu Xiao immediately called the tour guide and asked him to drive over. He looked at the passersby and politely thanked them, "Excuse me, did you see the face of the person who threw the object from the high altitude?"

The passerby stared at him for a moment and then said, "No."

Several of my friends looked unhappy. Someone even cursed in Mandarin.

Until they got on the bus, the passerby stood there, watching them leave with an expressionless face.

…

Along the way, the tour guide kept advising them not to go to the hospital, saying that they could easily go bankrupt if they didn't buy insurance.

Xiao Mo was a little afraid of going bankrupt, and since he wasn't feeling dizzy anymore, he said, "I'm much better now, and I'm not bleeding. I'll just buy some medicine and apply it. I'll go to the hospital after we get back home."

A friend who was a medical student looked at Xiao Mo's forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "The location of the wound is quite coincidental. This area is not prone to internal injuries. It should be a common concussion."

"You're lucky." He patted Xiao Mo's shoulder.

Xiao Mo slumped back in his chair and said with difficulty, "I'm so lucky I didn't get hit directly by the can. Thank you."

Fu Xiao went to buy medicine and gauze, returned to the hotel, and applied the medicine to Xiao Mo.

Xiao Mo was a little nervous and trembled from time to time when the medicine was applied. Fu Xiao lowered her eyes and was so careful that the veins on his hands could be seen.

"There's a bump, it's bulging." Fu Xiao said in a low voice.

"Really?" Xiao Mo said, "Where is it?"

Fu Xiao looked up at him silently, then reached out and gently touched Xiao Mo's hair, "Here."

Xiao Mo shrank back and chuckled softly as if he was ticklish.

"I have to take a shower later." Xiao Mo whispered, "What a mistake. I should have taken a shower first."

"I'll help you. The water temperature can't be too high." Fu Xiao said.

"It was the same when we were kids." Xiao Mo hugged his neck, leaned close to his ear, and said unwillingly, "Why is it always you who sees me in such a mess?"

Fu Xiao lowered her eyes and said, "I've seen you many times."

Mo Shiyu looked at this scene with a frown on his face, his expression not looking good.

Because of Xiao Mo's perspective, he didn't see the passerby's expression, but it was enough for him to realize that something was wrong.

Everything is wrong.

But...why?

****

Xiao Mo rested in the hotel for a day and was almost recovered. He didn't want to waste precious time on the journey, so he went to the market with his friends in the afternoon.

The market was noisy and crowded, but the things sold were very good, and Xiao Mo could find many exquisite little things.

Fortunately, he always paid attention to following the main group, and Fu Xiao also kept an eye on him and held him tightly, so they never got separated.

But the accident still happened.

The crowd grew larger and larger, and a child from somewhere fell down, letting out a deafening cry.

After a while, there seemed to be a gunshot somewhere in the distance, and the crowd suddenly became chaotic. There were people with terrified faces everywhere, and screams and interjections in English could be heard one after another.

Xiao Mo and Fu Xiao were separated in an instant.

There were people all around, and neither of them could see the other's position in time.

Seeing all this happening, Mo Shiyu's face almost changed instantly.

Something is wrong!

There weren't so many people in other areas, and the flow of people was abnormally concentrated around them!

Fu Xiao shouted in the crowd, "Shi Yu! Where are you?"

Just as Xiao Mo was about to respond, a pair of strong hands with thick knuckles reached out from the darkness behind him, and a wet towel soaked in ether was pressed tightly against his mouth and nose.

"..." His eyes suddenly widened, "Ugh!"

There were actually four or five people around him cooperating, and in public, he was dragged behind a door panel that was out of sight.

“Hmm, hmm!”

Xiao Mo's nails dug into the door panel tightly, so hard that the wooden splinters penetrated deeply into his nails, and bright red blood flowed out and was imprinted into the dark wooden board, and then it was forcibly pried open by external force.

That was Xiao Mo's first taste of ether.

The pungent smell went down his trachea and into his internal organs. Through the gap, he saw Fu Xiao's anxious figure searching everywhere outside the door panel, which gradually became blurred, as if separated by a world.

……Why?

****

From then on, long periods of drowsiness and intermittent periods of wakefulness constituted his senses for a long time.

The ceiling that sometimes lights up and sometimes dims, and my hands are tied to the head of the bed.

A familiar Mexican face appeared in his hazy eyes. A low, raspy voice filled with the pungent smell of cigarettes filled his ears. "I told you, we'll meet again, Chinese."

Occasionally when he was sober, he would raise his head and say to the person who was feeding him water with trembling lips, "I have money... I'll give you money..."

The tattooed men would tease and wipe away his tears, saying, "Your voice is so beautiful, say a few more words."

After doing this a few times, he stopped repeating it.

Mo Shiyu stared at the scene intently.

This is a scene so familiar, so familiar that it makes people sick.

But this time, he didn't travel through time, didn't draw any cards, nothing happened.

Why? Why? Why?!

He covered his ears almost in a daze, extreme emotions intertwined in his mind, as if his soul was constantly falling.

…

Time cannot be measured in a dim room.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a few days, maybe more than ten days.

Xiao Mo was beaten several times but he still refused to obey, resisted and ran away. He even made a phone call but unfortunately the call didn't go through and he was finally brought back with a gun pointed at his head.

Disgusted with his resistance, they tied his upper arms with rubber bands, came in with a syringe, and injected him with malicious smiles.

At the foot of the bed, a number of transparent needles were slowly discarded.

Gradually, Xiao Mo no longer had the strength to escape.

In his hallucination, he saw his mother, Fu Xiao, and his friends.

He called their names softly, the burning redness burning from the corners of his eyes to his ears. When someone came in again, he did not resist. He lowered his eyes in a trance, with his legs pressed against the hard bed.

The nerves that transmit pain are paralyzed and replaced by false sweetness.

He released his purple hands that had been scratching the bed board, buried his face in the pillow, bit the corner of the pillow with his teeth, and laughed intermittently.

"Who of you did the highlights for him?"

"have no idea."

Mo Shiyu heard the conversation next to him.

"It's quite pretty. Keep it."

"Wait, why did even the eye color change?"

"Hey...could it be...?!"

For some reason, the mood of those voices suddenly changed, becoming excited and greedy.

Not long after, the handcuffs that bound him suddenly loosened.

Xiao Mo was dragged out of the confined little room by his hands.

He huddled on the floor, the bright light shining down on him.

Mo Shiyu followed Xiao Mo's gaze, passing over his battered arms, tattered clothes, and bruised body, and finally lingered on his hair for a long time.

Most of them are black.

A few strands are smoky gray.

“…”

He heard them arguing heatedly. "How old is he? How would I know? I can't tell Asian people's ages... I only remember looking at his face. He was so damn hot... ID? I threw that away a long time ago."

It was the Mexican voice.

A figure in a suit and tie squatted down, grabbed his hair, and leaned over to ask him, "Kid, how old are you?"

Xiao Mo tilted his face up, his eyes half-open, his pupils dilated, and his vision difficult to focus.

Why is it the face of a bad guy...

He whispered, "Mom, Xiao Fu..."

"I don't understand." The man cursed, "Who the hell fed him so many pills?"

Although they were swearing, they were extremely patient and waited until Xiao Mo became sober before asking again.

Xiao Mo leaned against the wall, staring at them without saying a word, like an abused stray cat.

The man in a suit sighed, "If you don't listen, don't cry when you suffer later."

The Mexican walked up, grabbed his hair, and threw him down hard to the ground.

He choked and coughed up blood, then tried to curl up under the heavy punches and kicks. His internal organs seemed to be shifting, and his lower abdomen was cramping in pain.

In such unbearable pain, he suddenly became a little more sober.

Age, why ask age?

Their attitude suddenly changed...

Is age linked to hair and eye color? If the color changes, his value changes...

"18..." Xiao Mo opened his mouth, blood dripping down his chin, "I just turned 18..."

The Mexican's punches and kicks suddenly stopped.

His eyes fluctuated violently, and a mixture of ecstasy and fear made his facial muscles tremble violently, eventually converging into a strange expression.

The man in the suit stood up suddenly.

He said urgently, "Take him to treatment immediately!"

His ecstatic voice echoed throughout the narrow room, even causing a strange echo.

"This is a person with newly awakened special abilities who hasn't had time to be screened by state agencies!"

****

——A person with special abilities.

Mo Shiyu listened to this unfamiliar word.

For a moment, he felt as if he had been in The Truman Show.

And at this moment, the door to the real world finally opened to him.