Chapter 112 Bright Sanatorium "Then go die."...

Jiang Yang leaned against the white wall of the corridor, her fingertips unconsciously picking at a bit of plaster that was peeling off the wall. Her mind felt as if something had been hollowed out, leaving only a buzzing white noise.

The light shone through the huge transparent glass of the U-shaped roof, casting a long shadow of him. He stared at the shadow for a while, then suddenly frowned.

He murmured blankly, "Who...who am I..."

"How...did I get here...? No...where am I supposed to go..."

He shivered, leaned against the wall, and slowly squatted down, his head resting on his knees like a helpless child. Yang Yi walked towards him, looking down at him like a savior, "Beg me, beg me and I'll give you the antidote."

"Medicine..." Jiang Yang repeated as if he were slow to react.

He suddenly stood up from the ground, his expression one of wild joy, as if he had found a long-lost toy. He picked up a piece of soft flesh from the edge of his tongue with his sharp teeth, and his eyes behind his glasses narrowed slightly. "That's right, it's time to take your medicine."

With that, Jiang Yang turned his back to Yang Yi and pretended to leave.

Then he quickly took off his glasses, pinched the edge of the lens, and suddenly turned around to poke at Yang Yi.

The glasses' temples, lacking rubber covering, were extremely sharp. Before Yang Yi could react, they pierced his shoulder and pinned him to the wall.

Blood splattered, and Yang Yi let out a shrill scream as she struggled, hanging on the wall.

Reluctantly, he offered the fire axe with his other, still functional hand. Seeing this, Jiang Yang followed up with another kick, striking the man's still-unclenched fist.

The sounds of bones breaking and the fire axe hitting the ground mingled together, and Yang Yi was filled with resentment and powerlessness.

Jiang Yang was puzzled from the start as to why Yang Yi would choose an unsuitable fire axe as his weapon. Therefore, he took a gamble and decided to bet that the changes that happened to Yang Yi were caused by this axe.

The result is obvious.

Jiang Yang glanced at Ma Liang, who seemed to have fainted on the ground. Just now, Chang Chuang's consciousness was torn between hunger and the desire to eat people. Worried that he would lose control, he randomly found a hospital room and hid inside.

There are only the three of them in the hallway now.

Jiang Yang pulled out a dagger and held it to Yang Yi's neck. "Hand over the antidote."

"You're dreaming!"

Jiang Yang deftly plunged the dagger into the other side of Yang Yi's shoulder, symmetrical to the position of his glasses.

Yang Yi broke down, yelling, "Ahhh, go die! Go die! Why don't you just die!"

"I won't die, you'll be the one who dies."

[Observation Room at Guangming Sanatorium - Jiang Yang's Perspective]

"Damn, it feels so good to watch Jiang Yang take action."

"A wolf in sheep's clothing! A wolf in sheep's clothing! Ahhh!"

"Tsk tsk, that look really sends chills down your spine."

Jiang Yang's face was smeared with Yang Yi's blood, and his mouth was split open in a smile like that of a devil.

I'll count to three.

"Three...two..."

Yang Yi trembled slightly. "I can give it to you, but you have to answer one question for me."

"You have no leverage to negotiate with me right now."

"Then kill me. I'd rather die than give you the medicine."

"Then go die."

Jiang Yang twisted the dagger inside Yang Yi's body.

The metal scraped against the bone like wild dogs gnawing on it, and Yang Yi was tortured to the point of crying and wailing, with a fishy smell emanating from beneath him.

"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you."

Jiang Yang pulled out the dagger and took a step back, casually taking out a handkerchief to wipe away the blood and bits of flesh from the dagger's surface.

Yang Yi's hand trembled as he reached into his pocket, and when he pulled it out, he had a small white medicine bottle in his hand.

Jiang Yang took the bottle, shook it up and down, and the pills bounced back inside, making a crisp sound. He twisted the cap to open it, and there were several blue pills inside.

"Why are you completely unharmed?" Yang Yi asked, unwilling to give up. "How can you be completely unharmed?"

Jiang Yang was also puzzled. Yang Yi was certain that he would have a relapse, but after waiting for a while, he felt nothing. So he decided to play along.

Pack.

Disguise is his forte; he can easily fool a coward.

But... Jiang Yang took his glasses off.

The temples of the glasses, which should have been stained with blood, were completely clean.

He belatedly realized that he had a distinctly "involuntary" feeling when he made his move; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to subdue Yang Yi so easily.

What could it be...?

In the talent panel, among the countless shimmering lines on the Time Travel Bottle, one of the light marks seemed a bit too bright.

...

Large raindrops pounded against the corrugated iron roof of the abandoned factory, creating a deafening sound.

Under the cover of the rain, the six men with ferocious faces surrounding the boy became even more unrestrained.

The exposed light bulbs hung from rusty iron frames, flickering and casting distorted shadows on the mottled walls.

Suddenly, a thunderclap flashed, mingling with the groans of the group of people lying on the ground, eerily like some kind of absurd accompaniment.

Among the crowd, the only standing boy also became unsteady after all the men had fallen.

The pain from the rise and fall of his chest with each breath caused the iron rod in his hand to clatter to the ground, just like his body that was about to give way.

He really held on for far too long.

He leaned against a broken concrete pillar, his shirt torn open, the collar hanging loosely on his shoulder, revealing a fresh scratch on his collarbone, with blood seeping down his skin, leaving a shocking red mark on his dusty skin.

No matter, he turned his head sharply, his gaze falling on one of the men whose kneecaps were broken and who was lying on the ground clutching his leg, seemingly unconscious. A faint smile appeared on his lips, as if he were admiring his spoils.

As for the other accomplices the man had called, they lay sprawled on the ground, all bearing marks from the boy's attacks.

Some had blood streaming from their foreheads, some had their arms twisted unnaturally, and others were curled up on the ground, emitting suppressed sobs.

Rainwater seeped in through the cracks in the factory building, dripping onto the boy's face. The cold impact brought him back to his senses slightly. He pushed up his crooked glasses, looked down at his trembling hands, which were stained with mud from the ground and blood from who-knows-who.

With his palms facing down and his forearms straining, the boy tried to stand up.

Bang! He fell back heavily, hitting the ground and aggravating his wounds. He didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain.

He was panting.

My feud with men began after I entered Nanjing University.

He was studying journalism at Nanjing University. During a social practice activity, he published a news article, which unexpectedly turned out to be related to a man from the same university.

Since then, the man has harbored resentment towards him and has made many underhanded moves at school.

The man had powerful backing. At first, they only blocked his scholarship and his eligibility for awards and honors. Later, they blocked his spot for international study and his opportunity to communicate with seniors. He never gave in, but he never expected that today the man would bring people here to kidnap him.

The man grabbed his hair and asked, "Did you ever imagine this day would come when you reported it?"

Do you regret it?

He looked down and saw that the skin barely covered by the few pieces of cloth on his body was covered with purplish-blue bruises, and in many places the skin was broken, mixed with dark red bloodstains, spreading dark marks on his clothes.

Upon closer inspection, there is a cigarette burn on the back of the right shoulder, with the burned skin slightly raised and the edges showing a red and swollen sheen.

The boy moved slightly, and when he aggravated his wound, a very soft groan escaped his throat.

If the man hadn't tried to pull down his pants, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to fight back.

He has no regrets. If those companies had been allowed to act as accomplices, he wouldn't have been the only one to be harmed in the end.

He was just unwilling to accept it; did he really have to die alongside these people?

The boy suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed warily on the roller shutter door at the factory entrance that the men had violently pried open.

The tall figure approached him with an invisible pressure, its shadow stretching longer and longer on the ground, almost swallowing him whole.

The figure kept approaching him, his back hunched like a fully drawn bowstring, the veins on his forehead faintly visible.

He quickly glanced around and saw that the iron rod he had just thrown away was only a meter away from him. He gritted his teeth and was determined to crawl over to it, even if it meant crawling.

The gravel on the cement floor embedded itself in his palm, causing a sharp stinging pain, but he didn't care.

The leather shoes made a dull thud on the ground, each step like a heavy hammer pounding on his eardrums.

With his elbows braced against the ground, each movement was accompanied by suppressed, painful gasps, but he still resisted giving up with all his might.

He realized that the figure had followed him closely, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes as he uttered a vicious threat.

"Don't come any closer!"

He was as mute as if he had been sanded.

"If you dare touch me today, you'd better kill me after it's over."

Like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair, even though it is covered in wounds, it refuses to show the slightest sign of weakness.

The figure circled around to his front, and there was a rustling sound above his head.

The body, which had been supported by the elbow joint, finally collapsed as if all its strength had given way, and what fell to the ground was either sweat or tears.

He slowly closed his eyes, his voice muffled by the earth, and murmured, "Otherwise, I would have definitely killed you."

In the flickering light, the shadow on the ground moved like a stop-motion animation missing keyframes.

In the animation, the shadow spread its five fingers and released the brick in its hand, then unbuttoned its coat and took off its clothes by pinching the cuffs.

Finally, the shadow wrapped the disheveled boy in its clothes and gently picked him up.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred and resentment. He struggled to raise his hand and used the eyeglasses arm he was gripping tightly to plunge into the shadow's neck.

On the ground, the soft rubber covering the temples of his glasses had been silently bitten off by him at some point.

007's eyes lit up instantly.

"Is this how you take down everyone else? Wow, you're the real hero."

The boy did not respond.

Or rather, he has lost consciousness.

The boy's hands hung limply at his sides. 007 lifted him up slightly, and bright red blood flowed down his loose collar into his chest from the pierced neck. He didn't react, but felt a strange anxiety as he noticed the boy's body gradually cooling in his arms.

Will he die...?

007 felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He helped the boy tighten his coat and strode out of the factory.

...

Munashe said, "His name is Jiang Yang. Would you like to be friends with Jiang Yang?"

"Friends..." 007 asked, almost as if possessed, "Can we only be friends?"

"Then what do you still want to do with him?"

"have no idea."

To be precise, 007 has absolutely no concept of what kind of relationship could exist between two people.

Besides that, they have no concept of emotions or communication.

Back then, after Jiang Yang woke up in the sanatorium, she pointed at his neck and asked, "Does it hurt?"

He touched the area that was tightly wrapped in gauze by Munashena, felt it for a moment, and silently shook his head.

However, Jiang Yang apologized to him.

Jiang Yang said, "I thought you were with them. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you and even hurt you."

007 understood what was going on, and he seized the opportunity to ask, "Then can we be friends?"

"Of course," Jiang Yang replied without the slightest hesitation.

that is...

"Your name is 007, don't you have a name?"

He has no name, and so does everyone here.

He only has one code name, which is 007.

007 suddenly felt very sad, and he locked himself in his ward at the sanatorium for several days.

Three days later, Jiang Yanglai knocked on his door.

At first, he thought it was 003 or 008 calling him to dinner, so he stayed under the covers and refused to talk to them.

To everyone's surprise: "It's me, Jiang Yang."

!

He's his friend!

007 rushed to the door in his slippers.

The two stood in front of the corridor railing of the U-shaped building and looked down together.

A beam of light shone through the glass window at the top, and the light fell into the pool in the center of the lobby on the first floor.

Jiang Yang asked him, "How about your name is Ji Yang?"

"霁 means sunshine after rain, 炀 means sunlight falling to the ground."

"Your name is Ji Yang, and my name is Jiang Yang."

007 appeared during that heavy rain; the light in the water brought sunshine to Jiang Yang, who had fallen into the mud, the next day.

When Jiang Yang explained the meaning of the name to him, 007's eyes lit up again.

Many years later, he could hardly remember what the boy had said through his opening and closing mouth, but he remembered it clearly.

During the days when they were entangled with each other.

It wasn't that he gave Jiang Yang salvation, but rather that the rippling Jiang Yang lifted up his beam of light that had landed on the ground.

They are the light in the river, and the river beneath the light.

But Jiang Yang is leaving.

The reason for naming 007 was to say goodbye.

After that day at the factory, the six people who remained there seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Jiang Yang didn't take it to heart. He signed up for a mysterious undercover operation, which would take him into an entertainment company to investigate the secrets behind it.

007... No, his name is Ji Yang now.

Ji Yang knew that Jiang Yang loved taking photos, and he even asked at the time, "Then why do you insist on becoming a reporter?"

Jiang Yang replied, "Maybe it's because you don't have any specific goals, so you just want to take some meaningful photos?"

Jiang Yang grew up in an orphanage.

Before the age of ten, I had no goals or pursuits, until one day I talked to the dean about "the value of life".

Jiang Yang said, "I have no value."

The dean said, "No, you are priceless."

Jiang Yang said, "I'm clearly rotten to the core."

The dean said, "Give it your all. If your efforts are still not worthwhile, then you can come back and be the dean."

Jiang Yang hates kids! Who wants to come back and be his dean!

It's just money, he'll definitely make a lot of money.

But after he went undercover in various companies for the sake of substantial "bonuses," he seemed to understand the value the dean had mentioned.

It has absolutely nothing to do with money.

He felt good about the job and was willing to continue doing it until he figured out what to do next.

Ji Yang didn't know how to answer. Jiang Yang was in danger, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to stay by Jiang Yang's side all the time.

No, no, Ji Yang shook his head violently. How could Jiang Yang have been with him all this time?

That's not right either. Why can't Jiang Yang stay with him forever?

Ji Yang was conflicted. He knew that if he didn't say or do something now, Jiang Yang would leave without hesitation.

Just like the glasses that pierced his neck without hesitation that day.

...

Ji Yang raised his hand and pressed it against the gauze on his neck, like a child throwing a tantrum.

He said expressionlessly, "It hurts."

"Ji Yang, this isn't how it feels to be in pain."

"What does it look like?"

Ji Yang crossed his arms in front of him, leaning against Jiang Yang as if he couldn't stand steadily. "Is this how it is?"

Jiang Yang is only 18 years old at the moment. Having grown up in an orphanage, he is thin and small. Ji Yang's tall body is hunched over and hunched over his shoulders, making the two look particularly disproportionate.

Jiang Yang was speechless.

He gritted his teeth: "It hurts, doesn't it? Go back to your room, I'll re-bandage you."

Jiang Yang was determined to expose Ji Yang.

But when the gauze was removed and the wound was exposed, the shocking marks on his neck still startled him.

Bloodstains were stuck between the gauze and the skin, and it felt a bit pulling when you tore them off.

A small patch of skin tissue had rolled up, and a layer of semi-dried pus had formed on its surface.

"It's been several days, and you haven't applied the medicine?"

The boy's clear voice trailed off with a hint of anxiety he himself was unaware of.

“It was Munashe who came up before.”

Jiang Yang's expression changed; Mu Nashe hadn't been at the sanatorium for the past two days.

Ji Yang tentatively asked, "Then will you help me...?"

Jiang Yang dipped a cotton swab in iodine, his fingertips trembling almost imperceptibly. He whispered, "I'll leave after you've healed."

"good!"

As the cotton swab touched the edge of the wound, Jiang Yang couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Doesn't it hurt to apply the medicine?"

"Ouch! Ouch~"

Ji Yang recalled how Jiang Yang looked when he was lying in the hospital bed having his dressing changed, and immediately put on a grimacing expression.

But Jiang Yang still had to leave.

At night, Ji Yang would secretly remove the gauze and pick at the wound that was slowly starting to scab over with his fingernails.

One night, two nights...

The wound healed little by little, leaving only a faint mark of melanin deposition.

This should be the last night.

Ji Yang sneaked into Jiang Yang's ward and crouched furtively at the head of Jiang Yang's bed.

Several sheets of messy draft paper were placed on the bedside table.

Ji Yang counted the number marked with an X while struggling with his thoughts and hesitation, as if he were doing some mental preparation for himself.

Count to the last line.

It's not a cross anymore.

Two words were circled above.

Ji Yang.

It was his name. Ji Yang pursed his lips and gently pushed Jiang Yang with his hand.

Before he could even see the person crouching by the bed, Jiang Yang instinctively grabbed the person by the neck.

Ji Yang tightened his grip, but his voice remained unchanged.

He asked, "Can we not leave?"

"cannot."

"Then take me with you."

"No, not either."

"How can I be with you?"

What are we going to do together?

“I don’t know either. I’ve never left the sanatorium. Munashe said the outside world is different.”

"But the world I see is absolutely terrible."

“But Jiang Yang, you’re only 18. We can take some different kinds of photos.”

"Do you have money?"

Ji Yang lowered his head in disappointment.

Jiang Yang sighed.

“Ji Yang”.

The mischievous boy pinched the person's face and pulled it to both sides.

Ji Yang pursed his lips, and a thin layer of water welled up in his eyes, sparkling.

"pain."

Like a wronged dog.

"Okay, it's okay, I have money."