Chapter 103 Artists are all crazy

The two chatted until very late.

This enjoyable chat ended with a reluctant farewell.

On the way home, Yu Qing felt a little dizzy. Lu Chi looked at him with concern and asked, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Yu Qing shook his head. He and Li Fei had similar alcohol tolerance, and they usually only drank a little. Being slightly tipsy was the ideal state. However, they were probably too excited during their conversation today, and the alcohol hit them a little faster.

Lu Chi was still worried and reached out to help him, but Yu Qing waved his hand and said, "It's really nothing, you'll be fine after a while."

Lu Chi didn't insist any further, but slowed down and walked side by side with Yu Qing.

Shops on both sides of the street were packing up their stalls in preparation for closing, and sanitation workers began cleaning up the site.

The night breeze carried a slight chill, but it made me feel quite awake when it hit my face.

Yu Qing took a deep breath and said with some emotion, "Lu Chi, what do you think our future will be like?"

Lu Chi frowned, seemingly deep in thought, before saying after a moment, "I don't know, but as long as you work hard, you'll definitely be able to live the life you want. I believe in you."

"And what about you?" Yu Qing asked.

"Me?" Lu Chi blinked, somewhat confused, and after thinking for a moment, said, "I can't do it."

“Hey, you’re the top scorer in the college entrance exam! You can solve any problem, no matter how difficult it is. Your future is bright, okay? How can you not do it?” Yu Qing knew that Lu Chi’s abilities were not bad; what he lacked was confidence and desire.

Lu Chi gave him the impression of being very Zen.

Let everything take its course, without desire or expectation, without sorrow or joy.

I don't force things I can't have.

"I didn't think that much about it." Lu Chiwei lowered his head slightly.

He had never really thought about these things before. Even when it came to going to school, his parents enrolled him, and he went without knowing why he needed to study. As for future jobs, he had no idea what to expect.

He can solve the problems on the test paper very well, but he can't solve a single problem in real life.

"Now you can try to think about it." Yu Qing put his hands in his pockets, bent over, and smiled at him.

"Now?" Lu Chi was slightly taken aback.

"yes!"

Lu Chi nodded somewhat blankly.

What will his future hold?

He preferred taking walks and talking with Yu Qing on quiet nights to the glitz and glamour of city life.

This down-to-earth atmosphere actually makes people feel relaxed and at ease.

...

The night was very quiet.

Only the lights in the duty room were still on in the hospital corridor.

Two nurses are changing Xu Zhi's IV drip in the ward.

Xu Zhi lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his breathing steady.

"Have you heard? This patient has mental problems. When he was brought to our hospital, it took several doctors to hold him down. The scene was terrifying."

"That's right, I heard he's a policeman."

"He's been in a coma for so many days, I don't know if he's become a vegetable, there's been no movement at all."

"Be careful not to wake him up," the young nurse whispered a reminder.

"Don't worry, I'll call you if anything happens. Go to sleep." Another nurse gave her a reassuring look while carefully adjusting the IV drip rate.

"Okay, I'll relieve you in the second half of the night."

The young nurse put the empty IV bag aside, yawned, and walked towards her duty room.

Xu Zhi kept his eyes closed and made even breathing sounds.

The medicine in the syringe dripped slowly down the tube...

The nurse was also texting her boyfriend on her phone.

Just then, the light in the ward flickered.

The nurse immediately stopped typing and looked up at the light tube on the ceiling.

He didn't pay any attention and continued playing with his phone.

At this moment.

The light... flickered again.

The nurse put down her phone and stared intently at the light.

She discovered that it wasn't just the lights in the hospital room that were flickering; the lights outside in the corridor were also flashing.

It wasn't a very fast flash, but rather a rhythmic, soft popping sound, followed by another soft popping sound, like the kind of feeling you get in Hong Kong ghost movies.

The nurse subconsciously thought of the ghost stories she had heard at the hospital in the past few days, and felt the temperature around her drop inexplicably, a chill rising from the bottom of her heart.

Suddenly, the lights went out.

The entire building was plunged into darkness.

The nurse was terrified and quickly turned on her phone's flashlight, then anxiously banged on the door of the duty room.

The ward was quiet.

Only the moonlight from outside the window filtered through the curtains, casting faint patches of light.

Xu Zhi slowly opened his eyes.

As if sensing something, it looked towards the door of the ward.

There, a figure was standing, seemingly out of nowhere.

Because the light was too dim, I couldn't see what the other person looked like.

The figure walked straight to his bedside and looked down at him.

"You seem to have anticipated my arrival."

Xu Zhi stared straight at him without saying a word.

The figure remained unperturbed and continued, "I admit you are a criminal genius, but you have made a fatal mistake. People like us can have family, friends, and fellow criminals, but we absolutely cannot have accomplices. Each additional person means half the uncertainty."

"So, you're a loser."

“I used to regard you as an outstanding artist, and I was even secretly pleased by our similar aesthetics. Now it seems that I was foolish.”

"Look into your eyes now—lost, empty, lifeless."

"As expected, living like this is worse than being dead. Give me your life."

Xu Zhi remained silent.

The other person calmly pulled a syringe from his pocket, which contained a small tube of red liquid, and said with a smile, "Human life will eventually come to an end, so why don't we turn the end into art?"

"They all call me crazy."

"Little did they know, artists are all madmen."

Xu Zhi slowly spoke: "You... are just a clumsy imitator."

Upon hearing this, the man grabbed Xu Zhi by the collar, his smile turning into a sinister grin: "If you think I'm just an imitator, that's the best compliment you can give me."

Xu Zhi looked at the other person calmly: "Turn yourself in!"

"Justice is on its way, it's not too late to turn yourself in."

The other person seemed to have heard the biggest joke, and it took a lot of effort to keep themselves from laughing. A mocking smile crept onto their lips: "Do you know how naive you are right now? Just like that little girl from ten years ago."

Xu Zhi's expression suddenly changed.

His whole body began to tremble violently.

"Yes, that's exactly your expression right now."

"Come, sacrifice your pain, so that I may complete my final evolution."

"I will complete all your unfinished works."

After saying that, he grabbed Xu Zhi's wrist and inserted a needle into his artery. As the medicine entered his body, Xu Zhi suddenly struggled violently.

The person stood quietly by the bed, watching the other person struggle until death.

Then he bent down and straightened Xu Zhi's messy collar.

He turned and left.