Chapter 224 (Chapter 223) Heart Transplant (Comic Plot)...
Yan Shi finally realized where the screenshot of his phone's home screen came from; Director Yan really wasn't abstract enough to commission articles for himself.
It's a screenshot from a comic.
So she was originally the protagonist of a comic book?
Yan Shi felt that his worldview had been impacted.
She stared at her phone screen for a long time, then leaned against the wall and chuckled softly.
The protagonist of a comic book, the world should revolve around her.
Why didn't she feel it?
However, the newly updated character portrait is indeed beautifully drawn. Although we don't know what happened, it exudes a strong sense of desolation.
The cartoonist has great taste. Yan Shi likes him.
It's clear that the comments section shares the same thought as Yan Shi.
[First!! The old thief has been updating so frequently lately, I'm not used to it anymore!]
[My wife's amazing picture +1, Lanlan looks so ethereal in this one! (My heart has been struck!)]
The bright moon shines, snow falls all over me. What moonlight? (Tactical lean back)
However, this vibe doesn't quite fit Yanlan, does it? Where's the charming, trouble-loving villain I'm obsessed with?
The old thief was so engrossed in his artistic creation that he couldn't tear himself away.
Is this Yanlan in the painting, not Director Yan?
Yan Shi quickly scanned the comments and became interested.
She examined the cover painting carefully once more.
The artwork in "The Curse of the Laws" is incredibly detailed, and the cover art is meticulously crafted. The wooden hairpin on Yanlan's head, when magnified, reveals the intricate patterns at the end; her hair flutters in the wind, further accentuating her beautiful features.
Yan Shi was certain that this was herself.
The comments on the comic say that this is Yanlan.
So Yanlan and Yanju are exactly the same?
That's very interesting.
Yan Shi became extremely interested in her future life. She casually flipped through her reading notes.
To her surprise, the next page wasn't about Yan Lan or Director Yan. Instead, it featured Lin Cai, who had just climbed in through the window of the reception room.
Or rather, the entire main camera perspective follows Lin Cai.
She was standing outside the door of a small building.
There should be gardens for the small buildings on both sides. But strangely, instead of flowers, the gardens are planted with foxtail grass. The spikes droop low, swaying in the wind.
Lin Cai stood with her eyes lowered, her fingertips slightly curled, and she hesitated to knock on the door, lost in thought.
Finally, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the small building.
[How strange, why would Lin Cai seek out the principal? The principal doesn't seem like a good person.]
[The person in front is judging people by their appearance. Can't the principal be stern on the outside but kind on the inside?]
[Should I believe the principal's stern exterior but kind heart, or should I believe I am Director Yan?]
[Lin Cai has finally started pursuing her own main storyline, which has nothing to do with Yan Lan anymore (I feel inexplicably relieved)]
The door was pulled open from the inside.
Christie stood in the doorway, her expression unusually serious: "Little friend, have you thought it through?"
"Yes," Lin Cai said clearly, "I've thought it through."
Christie stared at her for a few seconds, then turned around and said, "Come with me."
The first floor of the small house opens directly into a living room. The furnishings are simple, and despite it being early autumn, a fire has already been lit in the fireplace in front of the sofa. The wood crackles and pops as it burns in the stove.
Christie didn't stop, heading straight for the first floor near the corner of the stairs.
Lin Cai then noticed that there was a small door behind the corner. However, the door was inconspicuous and almost blended into the wall.
Christie pulled a bunch of antique brass keys from her sleeve pocket, picked one out, and screwed it into the keyhole.
The keys jingled and clattered together, and after turning a few times, the door opened.
It was a very small room. There were no windows, and everything from the walls to the ceiling to the floor tiles was white.
In the center of the room was a small, white bed.
Christie glanced at Lin Cai.
After entering the small building, they did not communicate at all.
Lin Cai consciously walked to the bedside and slowly lay down.
Five laps.
Lin Caiping thought of this as she lay on her small bed.
The principal turned the key five times to open the door.
The comic doesn't show what Lin Cai came to see Christie for, and Yan Shi, having not read the previous chapters, is unaware of it.
This scene only showed a close-up of Lin Cai's face.
Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, her face growing paler and paler. Her lips were pressed tightly together, and even her orange hair seemed to be turning white and dull.
The room was quiet.
What follows is a series of storyboard shots.
Christie pulled out a small workbench from beside the bed and slowly selected scissors, a dagger, a needle and thread, and a spoon from it.
The metal gleamed coldly under the light.
Christie cut open Lin Cai's clothes.
Christie picked up the dagger and slashed straight open Lin Cai's chest.
No blood flowed out.
She finally spoke her first words after entering the room: "I used my power to freeze time in this space."
"It will just hurt a little, but you'll be fine."
Lin Cai did not make a move.
The flesh on her chest was separated, revealing her ribs underneath.
Christie rummaged through the ribs with the dagger for a few seconds, then picked up a spoon and poked it into the gap between the ribs, scooping out a golden ball of light from the flesh.
The ball of light was still pulsating slightly in the spoon, carrying the warmth of my chest.
Lin Cai's face was almost as white as the bed sheet.
Christie poured the golden ball of light from the spoon into Lin Cai's palm, and then took out a bottle from her sleeve pocket.
The bottle was filled with an unknown liquid. In the center of the liquid, a still-beating heart floated.
“A fresh heart that was just taken out half an hour ago,” Christie explained. “You are my student, and I specially chose a water-based mage for you.”
After saying that, she unscrewed the cork of the bottle and used the spoon she had just used to scoop out the ball of light to scoop out the heart. Then she poked it back into the gap between the ribs and poured it back into the heart.
“It’s done.” Christie hummed a tuneless little melody, took out her needle and thread, and began to sew up Lin Cai’s chest in a crooked manner.
The camera then focuses again on Lin Cai's face.
She kept her eyes open, fully conscious, and remained silent.
[I was stunned by the open-heart surgery performed without anesthesia]
Is this old thief planning to switch to drawing horror comics? It's giving me the creeps. I can only say he's a shonen manga protagonist after all.
[I remember what this is about now. It's about when Lin Cai won a bet on chess with the principal. Lin Cai's condition was that the principal would give her a heart transplant while keeping her alive.]
Let's just ask whether their lives were saved :)
I bet five cents that Lin Cai's decision to retrieve the Heart of Light is either related to Yan Lan or Director Yan.
[Then every reader reading this has to give you 50 cents.]
The comic artist is very skilled at weaving together loose and tight plots. After this heart-swapping scene, the next scene immediately cuts to a bustling pedestrian street.
The crowds were immense.
It was dusk, and the last rays of the setting sun were about to be swallowed by the night. Only a final sliver remained, falling on a corner of the street.
Vendors selling candied hawthorns, balloons, or other popular trinkets lined the street. Pedestrians strolled by in twos and threes, their faces beaming with smiles.
On the right side of the street is a magnificent ancient architectural complex.
On the left are some restaurants and teahouses.
A very familiar scene.
Yan Shi raised an eyebrow, looking at the buildings in the background behind the street.
[It's the Summer Palace again. It's clear the old thief really likes it.]
[And the old thief must have been there many times; this is probably the umpteenth new angle he's seen of the Summer Palace.]
There's a teahouse nearby that's incredibly delicious!
The main camera in the comic is indeed following Lin Cai.
At this moment, her face was still pale, and she walked alone down the street, following the shadows.
Not far ahead of her was Christie.
Christie's long, curly hair was unusually styled high, and she continued humming her nonsensical little tune.
After arriving at a teahouse, she tensed up, leaped upwards, grabbed the second-floor windowsill with her right hand, and sat on it.
Strangely, despite the large number of passersby, not a single person noticed Christie's behavior.
Lin Cai also stopped next to the same teahouse.
Christy remained seated on the windowsill, making it inconvenient for Lin Cai to go up. She couldn't see what was happening inside.
Fortunately, a short while later, Christie climbed over the window and went inside.
Lin Cai took a rope with a hook from her pocket and threw it upwards to hook onto the edge of the windowsill. Then, she gripped the rope tightly with her fingers, and using the wall and the rope, she climbed down to the bottom of the windowsill.
She tried her best to control her breathing, but still managed to gasp for breath weakly.
Lin Cai approached the window and listened quietly to the conversation inside.
[Strange, why is Lin Cai using a grappling hook to get to the second floor? I thought she was Spider-Man who didn't need webs.]
[Haven't recovered from a recent heart transplant?]
[Urgent! Who is the principal here to see? Lin Cai can't see him from her perspective!]
Lin Cai doesn't know, but let's see.
A heavy "thud" came from afar.
Then came the second sound.
Third tone!
Chaos broke out in the streets, and screams could be heard in the distance.
Lin Cai finally used her fingertips to push her head slightly onto the windowsill.
There was only one table of customers on the second floor of the teahouse at that moment.
Yanlan and a black-haired woman sat facing Lin Cai. Christie sat opposite them.
“How interesting.” Christie ate her dessert. “Ghosts, monsters, spirits, and miasma—they all belong to this world, don’t they?”
Yan Lan, sitting opposite her, was clearly not listening, casually poking at the double-skin milk pudding: "Hmm."
Christie: "Yanlan, you also like the world to be in chaos, right?" She stared straight at Yanlan, "Director Yan, how can you get everything so easily?"
Yanlan: "Mm."
The commotion on the street behind Lin Cai grew louder and louder. Christie glanced over indifferently.
A cold glint flashed.
Lin Cai fell awkwardly off the windowsill.
Author's Note: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! I'll try to make tomorrow's a bit longer.
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