Chapter 105 Chapter 105 Tomie has grown...
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Did you misunderstand something?
After hearing what Gin said, Mo Shiyu wanted to say something, but it was difficult for him to make an effective response at the moment.
In my head was the rumbling sound of a train approaching and the buzzing of a swarm of bees.
He had reached the point where he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.
So much so that when his neck was tightened by the vodka, he didn't even have time to resist.
"I'm sorry, Valentin..." Vodka's voice rang in his ears. Mo Shiyu was dragged backwards by him, holding his throat. He had difficulty breathing and kicked the ground with his legs in pain.
Fumian immediately turned around and tried to come over, but was stopped by Gin.
Mo Shiyu's painful groan made Fu's face covering movements become violent and fierce. The next second, the two men beat him so hard that a wall collapsed.
The splashed dust got on Mo Shiyu's hair.
Damn it, did Smirnoff and the others really not hear the gunshot? Even if Gin's gun had a silencer, Reborn would have noticed it... Mo Shiyu couldn't even open his eyes due to lack of oxygen, his mind was filled with SOS messages.
He couldn't return to the organization. Who knew what Karasuma Renya had waiting for him this time? He had always believed that the organization's R&D capabilities were the most terrifying in the world...
But until Vodka dragged him into the elevator, Mo Shiyu still didn't get any support.
After entering the elevator, Vodka let him go, and the 1.9-meter-tall man hid far away like a hamster.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. When he was dragging Mo Shiyu just now, his face was so red that even the sunglasses couldn't hide it. But the more he was like this, the more he dared not stay close to Mo Shiyu for too long, as if he was afraid of something.
Mo Shiyu lay on the ground and retched.
He covered his face with his elbows as if afraid of the light. His neck was damp with sweat, and his ragged shirt revealed the bright red pattern on his waist. He murmured unconsciously, "I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."
Vodka looked at everything but Valentin. "Stop pretending, Valentin. Big brother said you're very strong, but everything you show on the surface is definitely a lie."
Mo Shiyu paused and gritted his teeth secretly.
Gin, why do you have such a strong presence!
Knowing that Vodka would not be fooled by him again, Mo Shiyu simply stopped moving and lay on the ground. However, when Vodka saw that he had calmed down, he turned around and looked at him.
He looked at the smoky gray hair of the man on the ground, listened to his quiet breathing, and saw his flushed eyebrows and eyes outlining a hazy outline.
"Why do you want to betray the organization?" Vodka suddenly spoke.
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Asking a traitor why he betrayed is like asking a cheating husband why he cheated on his wife. It's not your style."
"I know. I probably won't ask such a stupid question again, just this once, Valentin." Vodka said slowly, his head lowered, his black sunglasses blocking most of his expression.
"You've been as slow as a pig. Is it because the air here makes you suffocate?"
"..." Mo Shiyu didn't answer, nor did he look at him.
Vodka seemed to understand something, laughed, and his expression suddenly relaxed, "You really are..."
So it's not all painful memories, is it, Valentine?
Even if they become enemies in the future, at least they don't want to forget this memory, and maybe that's enough.
****
Just then, the elevator suddenly stopped.
Vodka frowned and knocked on the elevator control panel. "What's wrong? Is the elevator out of order?"
He cautiously drew his gun, looked down at Mo Shiyu and asked, "You have other companions, right? The one with white hair, I saw him in the live broadcast."
Mo Shiyu turned his face to the side, revealing a pair of eyes, and looked at him with moist eyebrows, "Guess?"
Vodka said he didn't want to guess, can you please be considerate of an honest man?
He just wants to get off work early and go home to see his idol!
Vodka waited for a while, but everything around him was quiet. He thought waiting any longer was no use, so he rolled up his sleeves and tried to open the elevator door.
Before opening the door, he said to Mo Shiyu in a timid manner, "Valentin, please keep an eye on it for me. I don't want to be killed when the door opens."
Mo Shiyu said, "I see, Vodka, is it okay for you to trust a traitor so much?"
Vodka sighed heavily, "Ah."
Mo Shiyu: “…” What are you sighing about?
Vodka unbuttoned his suit jacket, tensed his muscles, and used brute force to pull open the closed elevator door.
It was pitch black outside.
Strangely enough, I could feel the wind.
There were a lot of transparent plastic films hanging from the ceiling, swaying back and forth in the wind, making rustling sounds. Apart from that, it was pitch black, like a scene from a horror movie.
"This is a floor I've never seen before..." Vodka whispered, "Why is there so much variety in this damn place?"
Mo Shiyu struggled to climb out of the elevator and leaned against the side of the elevator, "I can't do it anymore, carry me."
Vodka flatly refused, "I won't show you my back, that's suicide."
After a moment of staring at each other, Mo Shiyu was grabbed by the collar of his neck by Vodka and dragged forward like a sack.
This posture is a test of self-esteem, but someone doesn't care at all and even finds a comfortable posture for himself.
"What the hell is this place?" Vodka looked for an exit in the direction of the wind. He once again brushed away the obstructing plastic film. There were medical equipment and a white coat in the corner.
"It should be a venue that's still under renovation. I guess it will be a new theme of Battle Royale or something like that in the future," Mo Shiyu said. "A massacre in a hospital or something like that."
"So twisted." Vodka complained, and then passed by a screen embedded in the wall and suddenly paused, "Hey, wait, this screen is powered."
It was like a faint red light flashing on the screen calling out numbers in a hospital.
It's a camera.
Someone was watching them from behind.
Mo Shiyu took a breath of the damp, fishy, and cold air, his eyes gradually darkening. "I know who it is."
There is no other choice except the leader here who can operate the cameras in the base.
Hiding behind the camera and watching him again.
Whether it was two years ago or two years later, the only thing that remains unchanged in Slovakia is the cameras everywhere.
Because the leader is a shady rat who only dares to hide behind the camera.
…
Just then, the screen suddenly lit up.
Vodka was forced to squint due to the bright light, and it took him a while to see clearly what was on the screen.
Patches of green shade sway slowly, the streets are brightly colored like a fairy tale, and a small bell hangs on the wooden door of the dessert shop.
Where?
Before Vodka could say anything, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his neck. He immediately reached back and felt a thin needle stuck in his neck.
His face changed drastically, he staggered and held onto the wall.
The tall man collapsed to the ground helplessly within seconds. Before his vision blurred and turned upside down, the last thing he saw was Valentine's face, which had turned pale and horrible.
What's wrong, Valentin? Vodka wanted to ask. He had never seen Valentin like this before, not even in the doctor's video.
It's simply impossible to let go.
****
As the screen image appeared, an old voice came from nowhere, "Shiyu, come back from the basement, has your fate changed?"
Mo Shiyu stared at the not-so-big screen without saying a word.
"It seems not." The voice laughed. "You have no choice but to be dragged into the mud. As expected, you are my unique commodity."
Mo Shiyu stared at the familiar figure in the shaking camera without blinking, his eyes seemed to be burned and were as red as a branding iron.
On the screen, behind the wooden door, a blond figure in an apron was sitting at the bar, teasing the cat intermittently.
The long-haired calico cat lay in front of the small bowl, and the slight purring sounds it made while chewing cat food were extremely clear.
"Manager. Three lattes." Three people who looked like students said jokingly at the bar.
"No problem." A pair of skilled hands began to grind the coffee powder.
The sizzling sound of coffee brewing.
Mo Shiyu said coldly, "You, dare."
"Do you think I dare?" The old man laughed suddenly. "As a cake shop owner, I can even customize the way you die. Do you want me to make a wine glass out of his skull, or cut off slices of his flesh and fill his favorite cake dishes? Hmm?"
As if echoing him, the students on the screen feigned ignorance and asked, "Boss, do you remember a gray-haired Chinese man?"
"Do you know where he is and what he's doing?"
The manager's hand stopped as he was about to take the coffee. The rim of the cup suddenly tilted, and the dark coffee liquid splashed onto his hand.
He slowly turned around to look at the laughing students. One of them was pretending to be grimacing, squeezing his neck with both hands, sticking out his tongue, and screaming, "He's crying. How miserable!"
"Enough, enough, enough!" Mo Shiyu pounded the wall hysterically several times, his hair disheveled, like a trapped beast.
"Little guy, after all this time, how come you're still so soft-hearted and so lovable?" The old man's voice was a little distorted through the speaker, but it was filled with obsession and a malicious chuckle. "You care about him so much, and the only one who suffers is you."
"The guy who bought you doesn't understand. The most fun thing would be to get this store manager over here and torture you in front of him."
"If you dare to scream, I'll cut off a piece of your flesh. If you behave, I'll give you a bite of food. I guarantee that after you've been tortured by me, you'll become insane and regard me as salvation, hugging me with tears in your eyes and thanking me."
"If your fate is doomed to fall, then what about your soul? Hmmmm... can you satisfy my curiosity as a businessman?"
“…”
Mo Shiyu felt as if he was at the bottom of the dark sea, with only his own heartbeat becoming clearer and clearer.
He actually knew that his plan was not foolproof, so he sent Sheyu's doll to secretly protect the store manager, but he didn't expect an accident to happen, and Sheyu was now trapped in his mind.
They were separated by a continent, and he had no time to save them. He had no choice but to hold back and comply with the old man's request, prioritizing saving the store manager's life. He could deal with the rest later.
Mo Shiyu's reason was telling him the solution, but his reason was fading away quickly.
His only remaining pure land.
The only person who helped him without any malicious intent.
Ever since he came into this world, he seemed to have been retreating and compromising with fate. Now, is he going to retreat again?
He has no way out.
These people, these damned, sinful people.
The most desperate moment is the best time for a person to transform or degenerate.
"Come on, Shiyu, you have to go into the cage by yourself this time." The old man chuckled.
"Every time you escape, I'll sell you out again. Whether it's the government or Karasuma Renya, I'll never, ever let you go," the old man said. "I'm really curious, how long will those beautiful eyes of yours keep shining?"
Mo Shiyu seemed not to hear anything. He opened his eyes and his soul seemed to be floating.
This kind of person, this kind of trash.
Why should he bear the cost?
What qualifications do you have to ruin my life?
"You dare to touch him..." Mo Shiyu opened his eyes, and a frightening red bruise spread from his neck to his eyelids. It was not fragile, but rich like pollution, so beautiful that it made people feel scared and disgusted, but also irresistibly attracted to it.
His smoky-gray pupils were also stained with a bright red reflection that had a mucus-like texture and was ethereal.
One after another, evil and hideous imaginary branches broke out of the ground in front of him, took root in his mind, and entwined with each other like a shallow nest.
The darkness suddenly cracked open, revealing a faint red light.
The smoky-gray pupils stared at the screen intently. For a moment, it seemed as if they had crossed through space and a long distance, projecting directly into the eyes of the person behind the screen.
The smiling old man sitting in front of the computer screen was suddenly stunned and felt that half of his vision was blurred.
He touched his itchy eyes and felt a sticky black and red liquid on his hands, with keratin and mucous membrane stuck between his fingers.
What……?
What's wrong?
The old man suddenly realized that his eyeballs had melted in his eye sockets and turned into black water that flowed down.
He suddenly screamed in extreme fear, and the next second, his distorted face suddenly straightened up, revealing his creepy and beautiful facial features.
"coward."
He heard someone whispering, as if something was crawling into his brain.
The sound is cold and eerie.
Bang! His body exploded, unable to bear it. A slender, white arm stretched out from the body inside, resting on the control desk. His fingers gently turned off the shaking surveillance camera in front of him.
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