Chapter 44
The core detention area is in absolute darkness, and the only light source is the pale, constant cold light in the corridor outside the door.
The thick single-sided special glass blocks out the sound but cannot block out the sight - the one-way sight from outside to inside.
Lu Cheng stood outside this cold glass wall, like a programmed ghost that appeared on time every day.
In the first few days, he was like a trapped beast that was completely enraged and had lost its mind.
The fist slammed hard on the indestructible glass, making a dull thud. The knuckles were instantly torn open, and blood left a glaring mark on the cold glass surface.
His face was twisted with extreme anger and hatred, his red eyes staring at the figure in the cell, his teeth chattering as he growled silently, as if he wanted to tear into pieces the liar who had deceived him, toyed with him, and crushed all his cherished feelings.
Kill him! Only blood can wash away this shame that has penetrated deep into our bones!
Later, the flames of anger gradually gave way to a cold, poisonous gloating. He stopped smashing the glass and leaned against the cold wall with his hands in his pockets, a cruel and satisfying sneer on his lips.
Look.
The liar who was high and mighty and played him in the palm of his hand.
That delicate and fragile elf, like the condensed moonlight.
At this moment, it was so embarrassing, so... miserable.
At a fixed time every day, the heavy alloy door would open, and operators in protective suits would drag the frail figure out as if performing a ritual, securing him to the cold torture chair. A bright light shone on Lin Yao, revealing his current condition.
The long silver hair had lost its former luster and was sticking messily to the sweaty forehead and pale cheeks.
The thin prison uniform was repeatedly soaked and dried by sweat, leaving dark salt stains that stuck to his slightly trembling body.
The exposed wrists, ankles, and even the neck were covered with dark red scars from electrode burns, layer upon layer, new and old, like ugly insects crawling on exquisite porcelain.
His face was sickly pale, the result of long-term blood loss and lack of sunlight. His lips were cracked and peeling, his eye sockets were sunken, and there were dark shadows under his eyes.
When the extreme electric current that was enough to make steel groan passed through his body, Lu Cheng could clearly see Lin Yao's body suddenly bounce up and straighten on the torture chair, like a rag doll being brutally ravaged by an invisible giant hand.
The muscles were spasming and twisting, veins bulged out fiercely under the fragile skin, the eyeballs turned white in pain, saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of the mouth, and every twitch was accompanied by an arc of pain like dying.
It's like this every time.
Each time, the limit of pain that the human body can endure is precisely repeated.
The sneer on Lu Cheng's lips would reach its peak at this moment. Serves him right! This is retribution! A monster who feeds on the sincerity of others and takes pleasure in toying with their feelings deserves to be nailed to this pillar of shame and endure endless pain.
Watching him struggle in pain, the wound in Lu Cheng's heart that was fooled seemed to find a twisted, bloody comfort.
However, as time went by, this feeling of gloating gradually cooled down and died out, like a charcoal fire thrown into ice water.
He still came every day, still watching the torture going on inside day after day in silence through the cold glass.
But the expression on his face was filled with a deep, almost frozen numbness. His eyes were empty and out of focus, as if he wasn't looking through the glass at a person, but a pantomime that played on a repetitive, tiresome loop.
His heart was torn into two.
Half of me is immersed in the false yet extremely real sweetness of the past.
Lin Yao's shy profile during the candlelight dinner, his dependent smile in the garden, the dreamy kiss in the cloud restaurant, his gentle response during the extreme romance in bed, and the clear "love".
Every detail was vivid, with a temperature that could burn the soul. That was what he once thought was the whole world, the treasure he protected with his life.
The other half is immersed in the cold and piercing sea of truth.
The heart-wrenching pain when his memory was forcibly stripped away, his father's cold questioning, the faint but glaring mark on Aunt Xue's palm, the glaring blank space in the file... and Lin Yao's blue eyes, which were as calm as dead water even in the most intense pain when he was being tortured in this cage.
In those eyes, there was no pain, no fear, no anger, only a bottomless, hopeless nothingness.
Sweetness and poison, heaven and hell, tore and collided wildly in his heart! Every time the current lit up, every time Lin Yao's body twitched painfully on the torture chair, it was like a blunt knife cutting back and forth in his heart.
What on earth is he thinking about?
Lu Cheng's numb gaze penetrated the cold glass and was fixed on the thin figure curled up in the shadow in the corner of the cell.
When she was indulging in love like a fool, giving everything for him, being happy for him and worried about him, what was in Lin Yao's heart?
Is it like sitting in the audience, enjoying the clown's funny and affectionate performance on the stage with relish, and finding it ridiculous?
Or is he like a cold director who is in control of everything, watching with satisfaction as the actors perfectly execute his carefully written script, secretly admiring his own "masterpiece" of playing with people's hearts?
Or... like a tourist standing outside the glass curtain wall of a zoo, observing indifferently the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness expressed by caged animals because of a little food or toys, and simply using these emotional fluctuations as material to pass the time when bored?
Each of these speculations made him shudder, and made him feel a chill deep in his bones and the humiliation of being completely fooled.
In the cell, Lin Yao seemed to sense the extremely complex gaze penetrating the glass. He raised his head very slowly and with great difficulty.
Sweat-soaked silver hair clung to his pale cheeks, and the dark shadows beneath his eyes were as thick as bruises. Through the gaps in his hair, his azure eyes accurately "gazed" in Lu Cheng's direction.
There was absolute one-way glass, thick alloy walls, and an unfathomable chasm between the two people, built of lies, betrayal, and torture.
That look was still calm, like an icy lake that had been frozen for ten thousand years.
There was no resentment, no cry for help, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.
There is only a pure, cold feeling, as if it is above all living beings...
Indifferent.
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