He took a last look at the dead, gray mark on Chao Youye's wrist on the hospital bed, took a deep breath, and with an almost tragic determination, turned around and rushed out of the observation room.
He rushed into the icy bathroom, turned on the faucet, and the freezing tap water poured over his head, trying to wake up his confused mind and paralyzed nerves.
He raised his head and saw that his face in the mirror was as pale as a ghost, his eyes were bloodshot red, his hair was messy and wet and stuck to his forehead, and his lips were slightly purple due to cold and tension.
He rubbed his face vigorously, water dripping down his chin. He pulled out his phone with trembling hands, the screen blurred by the water droplets. He wiped it dry, his fingertips stiff from cold and tension, making it almost impossible to operate accurately.
He swiped the screen and found the name - "Ye Qingliu".
His fingers hovered over the green dial button, shaking violently.
The heart was beating wildly in the chest, hitting the ribs and making a dull sound.
Once you take this step, there's no turning back. It's either hope or... deeper despair.
Finally, he used all his strength and pressed it down with a desperate ruthlessness.
“Beep…beep…beep…”
The monotonous and long waiting sound was particularly harsh in the silent bathroom. Every sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting Mu Xinrong's extremely tense heartstrings.
The cold air seemed to be frozen, and the sound of dripping water from the faucet was like the countdown of the second hand.
Time is infinitely stretched.
One second.
Two seconds.
Ten seconds...
Just when Mu Xinrong's heart was about to be crushed by this silent waiting, despair surged up like a tide again, and his fingers trembled as he wanted to hang up -
“Click.”
The call was connected. No "Hello?", no questioning.
On the other end of the receiver, there was absolute, suffocating silence, as if connected to a vacuum abyss.
Mu Xinrong's breathing stopped instantly, and the knuckles of his fingers holding the phone turned white from the force.
"...Mu Xinrong." A cold, steady voice, as if calibrated by the most sophisticated instrument, penetrated the dead vacuum and reached Mu Xinrong's ears clearly.
———, it is the clear stream of the night.
His voice was free of any emotion, without the hoarseness of having just been woken up, only an absolute, inhuman calmness.
The background is the same heart-pounding, deep silence.
This reaction... is too abnormal! Too... "Observer"!
Mu Xinrong's throat seemed to be strangled by an ice-cold hand. He opened his mouth, but only a hoarse sound of air came out.
"...location." Ye Qingliu's voice sounded again, still with that terrifyingly steady tone, but his speech speed was a little faster than usual, without any unnecessary questions.
There is no emotional preparation, only these two words, concise, clear and cold, just like the precise receipt received after entering the coordinates.
Location!
He asked about the location!
No questions asked, “What’s wrong?”, no questions asked, “How can I help?”, just “Location”!
This wasn't the proper reaction between friends asking for help late at night! This was simply... an instruction... to receive the coordinates of the abnormal signal source and proceed to the observation point for data collection!
A huge chill instantly shot up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head! Mu Xinrong's heart felt like it was immersed in an icy cave! Did he bet right? Ye Qingliu really knew!
He did react! But this reaction... this cold, precise "location"... filled him with even deeper fear! The Observer was coming! Bringing his "Observer's Diary" and the pen that recorded everything! Was he here to record, or to... "deal with"?
"West City... Huimin Community Clinic... Emergency Observation Room..." Mu Xinrong gave the address hoarsely, almost instinctively. His voice was trembling.
"...half an hour." Ye Qingliu's voice was calm and still told the time accurately.
"Keep the lines open." The moment the words fell, only the cold busy tone remained in the receiver.
“Beep…beep…beep…”
The busy tone continued to echo in the silent bathroom.
Mu Xinrong leaned against the cold tile wall, his body losing all strength to support itself, and he slid slowly and silently onto the wet ground.
The phone slipped from his weak hands, fell into the water with a "click", and the screen went dark in an instant.
He curled up there, buried his face deep in his cold knees, and his body shook violently uncontrollably.
The night clear stream will come.
With the observer's instinct and cold recording tools.
His arrival, is it hope? Or... the beginning of another cold end ceremony?
Mu Xinrong didn't know. The cold tiles sent a biting chill through the thin hospital gown, intertwining with his inner fear.
Waiting is like walking alone on a tightrope over a bottomless abyss, with darkness beneath your feet that devours everything.
On the other side of the city, in the Ye family villa, in the study.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was a dazzling yet cold city galaxy. In the study, only a single reading lamp lit, its light precisely controlled within the confines of the large mahogany desk, like an isolated stage.
Ye Qingliu stood at his desk, still wearing a dark gray silk robe. He had just put down his phone. The light from the phone screen illuminated his stern jawline and tightly pursed lips.
Behind the lenses, the gray-blue eyes were as deep as a cold pond. There was no anger at being woken up late at night or impatience at being disturbed. There was only a pure, almost non-existent coldness, and a very subtle disturbance in the data flow that was forcibly suppressed by a strong will.
West City. Huimin Community Clinic. Emergency Observation Room.
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