Chapter 139 Chapter 139 The Land of the Shadow of Death (Part 7)

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Mo Shiyu's condition seemed to take a sharp turn for the worse afterwards.

He began to lose the ability to distinguish between reality and fantasy.

When Toru Amuro found an opportunity to come in here again, he saw him sitting on the hospital bed, fiddling with a doll with a crochet hook, with his eyes lowered. When Toru Amuro looked over, he saw that his gaze was dazed and difficult to concentrate.

Noticing someone coming, he curled up in the back of the bed with the doll in his arms, his back pressed against the wall, his legs folded to his chest, and his face buried between his knees.

The bed was covered with the white silk thread he used for sewing, piled up in a ball, mixed with his long smoky gray hair, which kept winding down from the white sheets.

Occasionally, doctors or nurses would act rudely towards him, but even if it hurt him, he would not resist.

He seemed to regard pain and injury as illusions, and no matter how painful it was, he would not feel hostility towards the person who inflicted the injury.

This is very close to what the above person wanted.

Toru Amuro knew that given the vigilance of the people above, it would take at least some time to test the waters.

"Mr. Mo, it's time to get treatment," he said.

After waiting for a few minutes and receiving no response from the person on the bed, Toru Amuro walked closer.

The person in the bed moved and raised his eyes from his knees.

"Doctor." Mo Shiyu narrowed his eyes. "You're here."

"Um."

He watched Mo Shiyu quietly get out of bed.

Amuro Toru pushed open the door, and for a split second his eyes met with the caregiver who was looking in from outside. Something flashed in the depths of both of their pupils.

The nurse didn't say anything, but just smiled at Amuro Toru. He leaned against the wall with a long cigarette in his hand.

Amuro Toru looked away and left with Mo Shiyu.

****

The walls of the treatment chamber rise.

Mo Shiyu fell to the ground, pulled down his breathing mask, coughed softly, and wrapped himself in a blanket.

"Congratulations." The doctor applauded him hypocritically. "Mr. Mo, you didn't kill your spouse this time. This is a great improvement in treatment."

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and didn't say a word.

"Maybe in the near future, you will be completely healed."

The doctor didn't mind his silence and even welcomed it, and announced excitedly.

Mo Shiyu raised his head and looked at him in the dazzling light.

After a while, as if infected by his tone, he finally slowly began to laugh.

The doctor looked at his smile, his heart pounding, and he uncontrollably moved closer.

Fortunately, he barely remembered to make an excuse, "It's time to take my medicine."

Mo Shiyu nodded, "Okay."

Without waiting for him to react, the doctor forcibly pried open the patient's jaw and fed him three pills. When he withdrew his hand, a heavy red mark was left on Mo Shiyu's chin.

He was clearly frowning in pain, but he didn't say a word. He just smiled at the doctor with his lips curved.

It seems like anything is possible.

"Thank you, doctor," he said obediently.

“…”

The doctor's heart was filled with both the desire to destroy and the feeling of pity. Even though he was a professionally trained actor, his heart was still burning with the complex emotions at this moment.

He didn't dare to look any longer and withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

"..." It can be said that Toru Amuro gritted his teeth and took Mo Shiyu out.

Any policeman who saw the scene just now would probably be so angry that he would climb up Kongtong Mountain at night, kick these annoying bastards in front of him and go bungee jumping without a rope.

He had already noticed that in addition to the red mark on Mo Shiyu's chin, there were other bruises of varying sizes, and even burns.

This is a test that is allowed by default above and is only valid for these few days.

It can be said that this group of killers disguised as medical staff have gone crazy.

Fortunately, it is finally coming to an end.

Toru Amuro thought.

Of course he hoped that Valentin was acting, but was that likely?

No matter how strong a person is, there is a limit to what he can endure.

Not to mention a person who has lost his memory.

With no one to rely on, no partners, and nothing at all, can he break out of the framework carefully built for him and maintain his independent personality to fight against everything?

Toru Amuro knows that there are no miracles in reality.

He looked at Mo Shiyu beside him with complicated eyes.

Even if their plan goes smoothly and Valentine is rescued, he will probably need long-term treatment to heal the mental trauma of nearly a month.

After Mo Shiyu returned to his room, he picked up his doll on the bed and quietly sewed up its fallen eyes.

Toru Amuro looked for a while, closed the door gently, and turned to look at the nurse at the door.

"How is he doing now?"

"This space is no longer necessary. The higher-ups mean to take him out tomorrow. But Boss still has some concerns, so..."

"So what?" Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows.

The nurse sighed softly and tugged at his white coat, "We still have to dress like this."

Amuro Toru: "..." What a shameless person, he even cosplays as a doctor when he goes out. Doesn't he have any sense of shame?

****

When Mo Shiyu opened his eyes, he found that his doll was gone.

He sat up anxiously, only to find that the surrounding environment had changed.

The room was large, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, thick carpet, a burning fireplace, and a large bed that could accommodate four or five people.

Extremely luxurious.

He lowered his head and found that his wrists were still bound with restraints, with long black belts hanging down, and a strange black collar around his neck, which seemed to contain some high-tech stuff.

He glanced at the mirror opposite the bed. His blue and white striped hospital gown was gone, replaced by a loose white robe.

He searched the entire room for the doll wherever the chain could reach, but couldn't find it. He could only go back to the bed and, in a daze, hugged the pillow instead.

The door was opened silently, and a familiar nurse walked in, pushing a dining cart.

"It's time to eat, Mr. Xiao Mo." He smiled gently.

Mo Shiyu rushed in front of the nurse, anxiously and nervously grabbing his clothes, "Where is my baby?"

The nurse said, "What doll? I don't see it."

Mo Shiyu repeated, "Where is my doll? Who hid my doll?"

The searching gaze kept wandering, to the empty hole of the socket on the wall, the gap between the carpets, and the dark shadow under the bed.

After a few seconds, he slowly calmed down.

This time, his tone and intonation when he asked the question were much more normal, "Why did you change the ward?"

The nurse said puzzledly, "Nothing has changed. You are still in the same ward."

"What's wrong? Do you feel the environment has changed?"

Mo Shiyu looked at him for a while, then lowered his head and said, "Nothing has changed. I must have seen it wrong."

The nurse placed the small table on the bed, opened the lid of the dinner plate, and the aroma filled the air.

The top-quality beef topsides, just flown in from Australia early in the morning, were fried to an attractive crispy outside and tender inside, and dotted with asparagus and shiitake mushrooms. Mo Shiyu likes mushrooms, so he put more shiitake mushrooms than asparagus.

The accompanying soup is French lobster bisque made with Boston lobster.

When it comes to food, Boss has never treated Valentine badly.

Unfortunately, this has never been a plus for Valentine.

Mo Shiyu put the food down after taking a few bites and curled up dejectedly on the bed.

The nurse asked, "Aren't you going to eat anymore?"

Mo Shiyu shook his head, "I don't want to eat."

"Any wine?" he asked.

The nurse touched his chin, recalled for a while and said, "Yes."

Boss's collection of Amalfi lemon liqueur, I guess he won't mind if I give it to Valentin.

“…”

The nurse took the wine out of the wine cellar, considerately placed the bottle in a container filled with ice, and left.

Mo Shiyu drank the most exquisite wine that was hard to replicate in his lifetime, and he felt completely fulfilled.

“That’s really good.”

He held the bottle and burped.

He staggered onto the bed, a pair of fair and well-proportioned legs in his nightgown pressed against the black quilt. He turned his head to look at the door, which had opened silently at some point.

"Doctor? Is it a doctor?" He squinted his eyes and said to the two people at the door.

Karasuma Renya walked into the room, followed by the assassin with long silver hair.

Karasuma Renya first glanced at the wine on the table, then paused slightly, his eyes twitching, but he quickly concealed this reaction, looked at Mo Shiyu, and said softly, "Xiaoyu, have you had some wine?"

Mo Shiyu opened his eyes wide and looked at him. His eyes swept over his handsome eyebrows and sharp hooked nose, and his eyes became dazed. "You are..."

Karasuma Renye watched Valentin get off the bed, walk towards him step by step, raise one hand, and slowly move it towards his profile.

These hands are slender and pale, with blue veins on the back of the hands and thin calluses on the fingertips. They are a pair of beautiful hands whether holding a gun or grabbing a bed sheet.

"Who are you……"

He was already within the warning range, a dangerous distance away. If he was pretending, it was very likely that his neck would be broken in an instant.

Karasuma Renya's eyes narrowed slightly.

Her hand gently rested on the side of his face, like a leaf falling on the lake.

Nothing happened.

"Xiao Yu, sit on the bed." Uramaru Renya's mouth corners slightly raised.

Mo Shiyu took a step back and sat on the bed.

The look in his eyes could not be described as love, nor hatred. He looked at him like a restless snake, biting the wine glass.

Karasuma Renya turned Mo Shiyu's face over, stared at him for a few seconds as if staring at prey, and then slapped him hard on the cheek.

The young man with ash-haired hair fell to the ground, and the priceless wine spilled on the ground, filling the ground with the aroma of wine.

Mo Shiyu slowly raised his head, and suddenly several red marks appeared on the side of his face, which was hidden by his hair. There was a bit of confusion in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it. His fingers tightened and slowly loosened, and the murderous intent that had risen in an instant quickly dissipated.

"Hallucination, it's an illusion..." He covered his face and muttered to himself.

"Of course, Xiaoyu." Karasuma Renya stared at him with dark eyes, "I am your spouse. Our relationship is so exclusive and loyal. How could I possibly hurt you?"

"The hurt and pain you feel are all illusions."

Mo Shiyu's pupils were dilated, as if he was in a dream, looking into some void.

"Does it hurt?" Uramaru Renya picked up the wine glass from the ground and smashed it on the corner of the table with a "snap". Then he squatted down and used the sharp fragment to cut a deep cut in the ligament of his ankle. Mo Shiyu grabbed the soft fur of the carpet in pain, and his whole body was trembling.

Blood spread across the carpet.

Karasuma Renye said softly, "Xiaoyu, are you hurt?"

Mo Shiyu's hands gripping the carpet were covered with veins. His eyes were filled with the color of wine and glass. He looked at him, as if holding back sharp tears, but he smiled, "It doesn't hurt."

He stared at Karasuma Renya and spoke word by word.

"It doesn't hurt at all."