Chapter 118 Extra Chapter: Ye Yihe in the Original Work (Part 1): Should we take the hat too?
Areca catechu, areca catechu.
The rhythmic clanging of metal, producing a dull thud, awakened Ye Yihe.
The process of regaining consciousness was not long; he realized almost instantly that something was wrong with his current state—even when he opened his eyes, his vision was still completely dark.
My head was covered by... something soft?
Just as Ye Yihe was about to reach out and try to take it off, he was shocked to find that his body was also unable to move.
After a brief moment of feeling, his hands were forcibly restrained by leather into a hugging position in front of him. The fabric was thin, and he was barefoot. The cold metal grille pressed against his feet could not be warmed by his body heat.
Furthermore, due to insufficient warmth, the body is in a slow risk of hypothermia.
It's so cold.
In this artificial darkness, within the area where he was allowed to move, Ye Yihe slightly curled his nearly numb fingertips.
I was almost unconscious, but fortunately, I was still barely under nerve control.
Compared to his current limited mobility and visual impairment, his hearing was not blocked; the sounds of the engine and tires rolling over the road were clearly audible, and occasionally the noise of horns and crowds could be heard.
Instead of blindly calling for help, Ye Yihe first tried to analyze his current situation.
Completely imprisoned on an iron torture chair, their destination unknown.
The last memory that remained in my mind was that he and Fedia kissed and then said goodnight to each other.
What's his situation now? Who kidnapped him?
Ye Yihe tried to call upon the system in his mind.
Although Xiao Ai is now running around with the divine human form created from Fukuchi Sakura's body, the mark of controlling the Holy Sword is still in his hands. In an emergency, it would be easy for him to call it back.
However, Ye Yihe received no response. Even the mental link that should have existed within his consciousness was empty.
"…………"
This is really bad.
Ye Yihe remained silent for a moment, his expression showing no sign of panic—in fact, he became even calmer.
This is the mental fortitude he has honed through countless battles against different opponents in the past.
Even though he has been away from the ring for a long time, the results of his special training have not disappeared.
The only finger that could move slightly was cold and stiff. Under the command transmitted from the brain to the nerves, it slowly changed its posture, using the pad of the thumb to gently rub the edge of the index finger's nail.
This subtle, uneven feeling... and the slight, dull pain in my knuckles... it's Feya's body, not his.
Ye Yihe calmly analyzed the condition of this body.
The feeling of obstruction in the lungs during breathing is also very obvious... It's not just a problem of having a bag-like thing covering the whole head, but more like a weakness in the lungs themselves.
His attempts to stand up failed; apart from his feet, leather straps were fastened around his waist and thighs, pinning him firmly to the cold metal torture chair.
Even when he was almost sent to Siberia to dig potatoes, he was never tied up like this.
In other words, for some unknown reason, he has returned to Fei Jia's body, and is being escorted under extremely high security.
Even the body might not still belong to Feja... He knew his lover's body very well and clearly remembered that when he kissed her index finger last night, there were almost no bite marks there.
Because he usually keeps a close eye on him, it's already a lenient thing for him to let Fei Jia not exercise. How could he possibly allow him to continue biting his nails until they bleed while reading or thinking?
Ye Yihe took a deep breath to calm himself down.
This situation made Ye Yihe think of the young Dazai who had just moved into the small building—he came from another world.
Is it possible that he came to another world?
If we extrapolate from this direction, the result becomes quite obvious: Fyodor in this world is still the villain, but he has been caught by the government for doing bad things and is being escorted to... prison.
But hearing the faint sound of waves in his ears, Ye Yihe was no longer so sure whether the destination he was being escorted to was a prison.
Are they going to just dump him in a cement bucket and sink him into the sea?
In the darkness, when Ye Yihe was on high alert, the car engine finally stopped.
Immediately afterwards, the latch was roughly opened, the hinges made a teeth-grinding turning sound, and someone walked in, stepping on the echoing, hollow metal floor, getting closer and closer until they stopped beside him.
His enemies kidnapped him?
The other person remained silent for a long time, perhaps sizing him up.
Ye Yihe made no movement either, as if he were still unconscious—but the nerves in his mind were even more taut, and he even breathed very softly.
"Boss, do we really have to..."
There was a man speaking, his voice was very low, and although he was speaking Japanese, he had a very strong foreign accent and was definitely not Japanese.
He's not Japanese but speaks Japanese; he must be in Japan.
Ye Yihe breathed a slight sigh of relief at this result.
At least most of the people he knows are in Japan, so if he can escape, it will be easier to reunite with them.
"That's one of our regular customers,"
Another rough male voice spoke up—he sounded a little impatient, but not to the point of being agitated, “We’re lucky to have caught this [monster], even if we lose one or two brothers.”
"Push him in, hurry up, I don't want to keep him in my hands for another minute."
It sounds like a private deal; he wasn't caught by the government, but instead fell into the hands of some illegal organization.
The torture chair he sat on was not fixed to the ground; the bottom of the lattice metal plate was equipped with four casters for easy movement.
Ye Yihe remained silent, and the other party showed no intention of speaking to him. There was only the soft sound of wheels rolling on the ground, and the air gradually became cold, sticky, and damp, with a putrid smell emanating from the cloth bag.
He seemed to have been taken to some poorly ventilated underground prison; the heavy iron door was opened and then slammed shut behind him.
After the footsteps faded away, the air became deathly still.
It's getting colder.
Ye Yihe slightly curled up the only finger that still had some room to move, to prevent it from completely sinking into the numbness and stiffness brought on by the cold.
Fortunately, inside the cloth bag that blocked his view, he was wearing the fluffy earmuff hat that Feda particularly loved, which provided some comfort and warmth.
Not long after, another set of footsteps echoed – compared to the previous heavy and shuffling footsteps, this person's footsteps were lighter and their pace slightly faster, leading Ye Yihe to deduce that the person was not very old.
"It's him, isn't it?"
"It really is a young man's voice," Ye Yihe thought to himself.
Moreover, the speaker speaks extremely fluent Japanese without deliberately emphasizing grammar and pronunciation, clearly a native speaker.
It seems that Fyodor was indeed captured by some organization, and even used as a commodity in a transaction.
"Yes, that's the guy."
Another gruff male voice replied, “You commissioned me to abduct this [monster], who can bewitch people with his words… Here’s a piece of advice: don’t talk to him.”
"Don't say a single word."
"Is that so..."
The boy's voice became noticeably tense. "The promised payment is here."
"It's a losing proposition, even with double the pay."
The gruff male voice clicked his tongue at the end and left with heavy footsteps.
Ye Yihe, who was listening quietly to their conversation, said: "…………"
To be feared to this extent... it's no wonder this body originally belonged to Fyodor.
But the idea of being tied up and traded as an object had never happened in his memory.
Is this an experience that only Fyodor from another world could have... no, should I say an event that would have unfolded without his possession?
Ye Yihe had heard the young version of Dazai mention that the world he changed was unique.
Unexpectedly, it's now his turn to experience it firsthand.
After the man left, the other boy did not leave with him.
Ye Yihe heard the prison door lock being opened, and the boy's footsteps getting closer and closer until they stopped in front of him.
Then, after that brief silence...
—The cloth bag that was put over his head was finally removed by a hand.
The dim light finally entered his eyes, and along with the relief of his breath, Ye Yihe was able to relax for a moment.
He slowly exhaled and turned his gaze to the boy in front of him—he was indeed quite young.
Short hair that was reddish... no, brownish? The irises of her eyes were light blue, and there were two old scars on her right cheek that had long since healed; her clothes were extremely ordinary, but she wore a necklace inlaid with expensive gemstones around her neck.
The color of his hair and eyes reminded Ye Yihe of Oda Sakunosuke.
Perhaps the man's advice had worked, because the other party had no intention of speaking to him at all. After a moment of stunned silence, she began to untie the leather bindings around his waist and legs.
"May I have your name?"
Ye Yihe took the initiative to speak in Japanese, softening his voice.
Upon hearing this, the other person paused for a moment, then silently continued to untie the restraints on their thighs, clearly having no intention of answering his question.
Ye Yihe: "…………"
...They've become so wary of us.
After releasing him from the restraints on the torture chair, the boy brought over another chain with one end nailed to the wall and used it to handcuff his ankles. He also confiscated the earmuffs from his head before pushing the torture chair away and preparing to close the door and leave.
Ye Yihe: "...Should we take the hat too?"
The tone of that sentence even sounded a little pitiful.
The underground prison was cold and damp, and the straitjacket was so thin that his hat was the only thing that could keep him warm... If even his hat was taken away, he wouldn't last long before his body would freeze and he would develop a high fever.
Upon hearing this, the boy remained rooted to the spot for an even longer period.
"Feel sorry……"
The response was finally given in a very low voice—the other person didn't even dare to turn around and look him in the eye, as if worried about being [bewitched].
"This is A's order..."
Before Ye Yihe could even finish this explanation, he watched helplessly as Ye Yihe left.
“…”
Can't we really give it back to him? It's just a hat...
Even after finally being freed from that metal torture chair, Ye Yihe's situation did not improve.
His hands were still bound in front of him, he was barefoot on the floor tiles, his clothes were thin, and he had lost his only source of warmth, his fluffy hat...
And this was still an unventilated basement. For this frail body, it was more than just feeling cold.
Sniffing, Ye Yihe leaned against the wall, bent his knees, and curled up into a ball to keep warm.
Don't give him a chance to seize this [A].
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This is based on the comic book storyline, so everyone is cordially invited to read chapter 42 to admire the beautiful little mouse huddled in a corner, shivering from the cold (hey!).
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