"Cliff cliff cliff cliff cliff cliff cliff cliff cliff cliff".
"I knew it would be you. Only you would come here."
(*Noise)
"Witness for me! Witness for me! Witness for me!"
"Welcome!"
“I’m here…you don’t have to kill yourself.”
(*laughter)
"I knew you couldn't escape."
"Right here."
"forever?"
"forever."
...
Twisted, empty faces, devoid of any emotion, moved back and forth before He Yu's eyes like ghosts, surrounding him completely.
He didn't dream this time.
For example, people don't dream after they die. The moment Sheen pushed him out, he only felt himself falling in complete darkness and silence, like a burning fire or a small pile of ashes, falling until he returned to a place of utter stillness.
But at some point, a violent force suddenly grabbed him and pulled him upwards.
The real world pressed down, as if separated by a layer of keratin, with a layer of scorching, frenzied gunpowder on top, mixed with blinding red. He heard someone say, "Damn it, drag 659 out. It has to come back. I'm going to torture that traitor to death!"
The next moment, something was suddenly pushed into He Yu's body. It hurt terribly. He opened his eyes wide and felt his internal organs burning up. He could almost hear the sizzling sound of them being cooked.
"Damn? 602's seed? You motherfucker! Who the hell put it in there! Get it out right now, we can't afford to mess with them..."
“There’s a tricky situation right now, Officer He Yu,” someone said to him.
He was speechless for a moment, only trying to straighten his body. But the person seemed to be chased by something, the touch was ethereal and unreal. She pulled his arm away and pressed it down, like a drop of water in a raging fire.
“You have to do that. That’s the way to get through all the wrong paths. You have to do it no matter what,” the man continued. The voice was so familiar, but he just couldn’t place it.
The atmosphere was so tense that he felt like he was in a semi-suffocating state, unable to breathe.
“All of this,” the voice said again, “will all get their comeuppance. I will absolutely… not let them get away with this.”
No one spoke; only a faint echo lingered, trembling as if choked with sobs, before easily dissipating amidst the dazzling explosion.
She slowly raised her hand and touched He Yu's fingertips.
The next second, he felt a cold, stinging pain, and it seemed as if a strange fire flashed in his eyes. He quickly realized what it was: another forbidden item, a safety device that had long been placed inside his body, like a miniature nano-scale weapon.
This substance will remain in his blood vessels, like a hidden bomb, ready to deliver a fatal blow when needed, turning anyone to ashes.
Next, all he needs to do is wait. It might not be long, but he will definitely get an opportunity to end everything and straighten all the crooked pointers. That's enough. That's all he needs to do.
Just then, the owner of the voice suddenly leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Yu Jianchu is dying, but she has managed to buy herself some opportunities."
He Yu's eyes widened as he stared at the blurry figure. The name flashed within him like a tiny flame, reminding him of everything and making him realize who the speaker was, though he couldn't quite make out the physical form.
“You have to… wait a little longer, yes… you absolutely have to wait.” She paused. Then she said, “At least…”
He didn't finish his sentence. Suddenly, all around was silent. The firelight was so bright, and the air was filled with the stench of burning flesh, alcohol, and a faint, pungent smell of hallucinogens. It was as if words and hope could not survive here, and only death was the outcome.
So many necessary characters have come here—
But of course they will come, He Yu thought. No matter how much of a cannibalistic hell or how muddy a swamp this is, these people will always come.
At that moment, he seemed to break through the barriers of time and space, hearing a voice amidst the chaos say, "Miss Yu Jianchu, if I remember correctly, your sister instructed that you have no decision-making authority in this temporary association, and that the members present can do with you at will—"
He soon saw the illusory projection. Yu Jianchu stood up straight and looked at the person who was speaking—a C02, whose expression was somewhat stiff, probably someone who had just arrived.
The other person shut their mouth under that gaze.
She looked around expressionlessly, then walked to a nearby table and grabbed a wine bottle.
The bottle was still in someone's hand, half empty, but her eyes were terrifying. She snatched it away, turned around, walked up to the person who had spoken, and smashed it down on his head.
This was a very powerful blow. It was obvious that Yu Jianchu had undergone some modifications and was using her strength to the limit. The man immediately fell to the ground, his skull shattered, and she kicked him hard in the abdomen.
In that instant, the anger that had been burning her turned into a flammable gas. She was like a madwoman, kicking incessantly, her movements savage and completely arrhythmic.
The elegant and powerful figures around them tacitly made way for each other, watching silently. Some stared at the wine glasses and the stove, seemingly unconcerned, as if they had expected it all along.
The good news was that no one made a sound at this moment, except for the heavy blows and occasional muffled groans. He Yu knew it was a projection, but he could clearly smell the stench of blood and excrement mixed together and quickly spreading.
Half an hour later, Yu Jianchu had had enough of beating people. Without even looking at the person at her feet—who was probably a corpse—she slightly straightened her clothes, pulled up her cuffs, and her dress was already a mess from the movement, but she didn't even dodge her breathing.
A man with a cigar had been watching her vent her anger from a short distance away. After she finished, he said, "You can go back now. I will forgive and forget what just happened, because you have always been an obedient person."
Yu Jianchu stared at them without moving for a minute before slowly walking over.
Around her, a group of people silently watched the young C01 walk by, still no one making a sound. The scene resembled a large group of extinguished cigarette butts or some other decorations. As for the person on the ground—it was still unknown whether he was a corpse—never mind, he was unimportant, he no longer existed.
After a while, a special medical team came in and carried the person onto a stretcher. Yu Jianchu didn't say anything and just watched. The group of dignitaries continued drinking. Two bastards said that someone from the adjudication department had suddenly committed suicide last month. Before he died, he sang a classical song, which was quite beautiful. The other person said it was because that guy's whole family had been killed by Eoubs. He was of low rank and had no desire to continue living.
Just then, the high-ranking executive in front of her—B02—moved slightly, as if he had received some internal communication.
Regardless of what he heard, he stared intently at Yu Jianchu throughout the entire process, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying light, as if anticipating some major and bloody event.
The call was quickly disconnected.
He smiled and shook his head.
"What a pity, I was hoping to spare your life."
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