Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Ling Ling's Real Name
Matsuda Jinpei looked at Olga as if he were looking at a child who was making a fuss. "That's impossible."
There are patients waiting for help in the hospital all the time. Even a few minutes of delay may cost them their lives forever.
Olga pushed Matsuda Jinpei aside, picked up a pair of scissors and prepared to do it herself.
However, it seemed like Jinpei Matsuda only knew how to say that one sentence.
He said, “…I’m sorry.”
Olga's bomb disposal skills were average. She hesitated at the remaining fuses, then looked up at the time - well, there were only thirty seconds left.
Why demolish it if it's just like this?
She saw Jinpei Matsuda take out his cell phone, probably preparing to send the information via text message.
Olga sat down helplessly on the ground, raised her head, and looked at the red iron roof of the pod: "Am I going to die here?"
"……sorry."
Matsuda Jinpei seemed to have become a parrot, and Olga was so angry that she almost wanted to snatch his phone and smash it - they were all going to die anyway, so it would be nice to have someone else take the blame.
Fortunately, Olga's reason finally controlled her hands.
…
Ten seconds left.
"Since we're going to die anyway, you might as well fulfill my last wish." Olga said suddenly.
"Um?"
…
Six seconds left.
"What's 'Zero Zero's' real name?"
Matsuda Jinpei hesitated for a moment, then whispered the name: "Furiya Rei."
…
Three seconds left.
Jinpei Matsuda began typing quickly, conveying all the information he saw.
Olga raised the corners of her lips strangely: "But I don't want to die yet."
Matsuda Jinpei looked up at Olga in surprise. Suddenly, Olga stuffed something into his mouth and, with expert skill, forced him to swallow it.
…
One second left.
Jinpei Matsuda widened his eyes slightly.
No way?
He's about to die, yet you still feed him poison/medicine?
Then he felt a violent twitch in his heart.
…
"boom--"
Amidst flames and smoke, the Ferris wheel's gondola 72 was reduced to a pile of scattered debris. Under the Ferris wheel, Sato Miwako's phone rang. She had received a text message from Matsuda Jinpei, with the location of another bomb.
Mihua Central Hospital.
*
Time flies, and it is already the warm season.
When Jinpei Matsuda opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the extremely high white ceiling. The room was at least seven meters high.
The light strips around the ceiling were not turned on, but the room was still bright enough.
Matsuda Jinpei felt like he was lying on a large, soft, comfortable bed, his bones feeling soft and numb. The room was warm, and the golden sunlight made his eyelids droop, making him feel drowsy.
He forced himself to be alert and slowly turned his eyes. Sure enough, he saw a whole transparent floor-to-ceiling window, and -
“Oh… God.”
When Matsuda Jinpei opened his mouth, he felt his throat was extremely hoarse, as if it was mixed with countless rough sand and gravel.
He supported himself with one hand and sat up from the bed, which was a bit strenuous. So he had to lean against the headboard after sitting up and rub his forehead with one hand.
"Oh my god, how come I can see you even after I die?"
Jinpei Matsuda looked at the person sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The sunshine in Huangquan must be good today, so she sat on the single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and her crimson hair was coated with a layer of gold by the sunlight.
She sat with her legs crossed, her posture relaxed and lazy, wearing only a white bathrobe, tied loosely around the waist. In her hands was a book, and with his excellent eyesight, Matsuda Jinpei saw the title: Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
It's Nietzsche's book.
Tsk, it feels even more terrifying when a madman reads a philosophy book.
Hearing Matsuda Jinpei's actions, Olga, who had been curled up on the sofa reading a book, finally raised her eyelids and lazily gave him some attention.
"Six months and four days."
"What?"
Jinpei Matsuda rubbed the back of his head, and after calming down a little, he tried to get out of the bed which was so big that it was beyond his cognition.
"From the time I woke up, you were in a coma for six months and four days."
Olga's soft voice reached Matsuda Jinpei's ears, causing him to pause in his movement to lift the quilt.
coma……
Suddenly, countless chaotic images flooded into his mind. Explosions, smoke, flames... Olga's words were like a magical switch, completely awakening all his memories.
A sharp pain shot through his brain, and Matsuda Jinpei groaned, forced to fall back again. He collapsed onto the soft pillow, resting an arm on his forehead, which was covered in cold sweat.
At this moment, the originally bright and clean sunlight seemed dazzling for no reason, and the warm and comfortable room exuded a slight chill.
Jinpei Matsuda raised his hand, and his blurry vision gradually came into focus.
He saw the back of his hand, smooth and flawless.
There was no pain in my whole body. If I had to say if there was any discomfort, it was probably that my body was too stiff after lying in bed for a long time.
"What happened? I... am not dead?"
But this is impossible! Such a huge explosion, and he was clearly at the center of it... If he didn't die like this, he would be so self-indulgent as to think that he was some kind of chosen one!
"Congratulations, you didn't die."
Matsuda Jinpei saw Olga close the book with a snap and stand up from the sofa.
She walked towards him against the light, so he couldn't see every expression on her face clearly.
Matsuda Jinpei had a bad feeling. So, he forced his stiff body to sit up, ignoring the lingering dizziness, and threw back the quilt to try to get out of bed.
There were obviously no slippers by the bed, so Jinpei Matsuda had to stand barefoot on the marble floor.
The floor tiles are not cold, but rather have a warm touch.
Is this floor heating on?
Jinpei Matsuda looked out the window again.
If he's been in a coma for so long as Olga said... then calculating the time, it must be at least May now!
Is the floor heating still on in May?
Tsk, Matsuda Jinpei could only say that he didn’t understand how rich people think.
Fortunately, the rich man in front of him didn't do anything crazy like making him sleep naked. At least he gave him... well. Matsuda Jinpei looked down and thought, well, at least he put on a skirt.
It must have been hard for her to find such a large nightgown.
"Just wake up and be at peace."
Olga turned around and put the heavy book in her hand back on the bookshelf.
Matsuda Jinpei's gaze followed Olga's hand to the bookshelf - wow, almost an entire wall of philosophy books!
"…What on earth happened?" Another wave of dizziness came over him, and Matsuda Jinpei had to hold on to the wall to keep his balance.
His last memory was of the flames of the explosion.
"In short, I saved you." Olga tilted her head to look at him, half of her face in the sun and the other half in shadow.
There was no expression on her face, as if she was simply stating a fact: "Now, your life belongs to me."
Matsuda Jinpei shook his head. "Well, whether it's your hometown in America or Japan, this kind of statement is a violation of human rights."
Olga didn't say anything, but just stared at him with her emerald eyes, and she couldn't help feeling a little scared when she saw Matsuda Jinpei.
He walked towards the door and gripped the doorknob. "But thank you anyway. Even though I still find it unbelievable, anyway... thank you."
Olga remained silent. Matsuda Jinpei felt that she was like a delicate doll that would never react, just standing there quietly.
"But I have to go back now." Matsuda Jinpei took a deep breath and continued to maintain his voice in this strange and oppressive scene.
He brushed his slightly longer hair back with a casual air. "Being away from duty for over six months doesn't feel good. Anyway, I have to report back to the Metropolitan Police Department. So, goodbye. I'll definitely repay you when I get the chance, hahaha."
To Matsuda Jinpei's surprise, Olga did not stop him. She just stood not far away against the light with her arms folded, staring at him silently.
He pushed the door open easily.
*
This manor is so large that it can be called exaggerated - this is the only thought that Jinpei Matsuda had after experiencing it personally.
The manor was so big that he almost got lost.
Fortunately, he met two men in black who were pruning the branches of flowers in a garden full of red roses. They were very silent, but they still showed him the way.
“…Thank you.”
Jinpei Matsuda felt that the scene was extremely strange, and he could not help but quicken his pace and head in the direction the man in black was pointing.
Unexpectedly, the two men in black put down their gardening tools, stood up and followed him silently.
"There's really no need to send me off. I can get out by myself."
After being followed all the way, Matsuda Jinpei was really scared. He assessed the difference in combat power between the "enemy and us" and felt that it would be best not to take action.
Then just run?
That doesn't work either.
After just a dozen minutes of walking, Matsuda Jinpei began to pant heavily. For the first time in his life, he doubted his own physical strength - had he become so weak after lying down for half a year?
The two men in black remained silent, like robots, mechanically executing the programmed instructions behind him.
The sun in May was quite strong, and Matsuda Jinpei squinted his eyes slightly, shielding his eyes from the sunlight. Then, as he tilted his head, he happened to catch a glimpse of Olga.
She was still standing in front of the French window, one hand gently supporting the glass, looking down at him expressionlessly.
Matsuda Jinpei: “…”
A sparsely populated manor, silent and eerie NPCs, a delicately described girl, blood-red roses... well, all the elements of a horror movie are present.
*
Jinpei Matsuda walked around for a long time and finally arrived at the gate of the manor.
When the huge iron gate appeared in his sight, he was so tired that he could hardly breathe.
He sat down on a corner of the flower bed, but the cold sweat on his body could not be stopped. He felt cold all over, as if the glaring light could not warm him no matter what.
"...I--" Matsuda Jinpei gasped for breath almost every time he said a word. In the end, he couldn't sit still and was about to fall forward.
It's over, he thought. This time, his head is about to explode.
Fortunately, the two men in black, who were so silent that he almost forgot their existence, supported him.
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