Chapter 137 Chapter 137 The Land of the Shadow of Death (V)
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The treatment chamber rose up, and Mo Shiyu fell to the ground due to gravity.
He opened his eyes and looked around blankly.
The white treatment room, the doctor in the white coat, the cabinet in the corner, and... the memories that gradually came back.
He suddenly waved away the doctor's outstretched hand, huddled in the corner, staring at them, shaking his head repeatedly, "No...no...I don't...love him...?"
"Calm down, Mr. Xiao Mo." The doctor's attitude was much better than when he was calm in the past. He even took a towel to wipe his hair.
He fed two pills to the dazed Mo Shiyu.
Mo Shiyu's throat slid up and down, his eyelashes trembled several times, and suddenly he opened his eyes wide, as if waking up from a long nightmare.
He grabbed the hem of a female doctor's coat and raised his head and said hurriedly, "I'm not feeling well. Can I not come tomorrow?"
"No," the doctor said without hesitation.
Mo Shiyu stared at her blankly, his face unusually pale. "Why? Prisoners also have days off, don't they?"
"Mr. Mo, this isn't work, it's treatment. I've never heard of patients getting a day off while receiving treatment."
"And," the doctor bent down and looked directly at him, "you must go through this method to be reborn."
newborn……
Mo Shiyu repeated, his vision blurring as his brain twitched violently, a self-protective twitch that made the corners of his eyes twitch. "This kind of new life is what you wanted, right?"
"..." The doctor, whose clothes he grabbed, looked at him, and it was hard to tell whether there was more malice or excitement in his eyes.
He stretched out his hand, as if trying to wipe the wet eyes of the gray-haired young man in front of him, but was clamped in the next second.
He woke up as if from a dream, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Akai Shuichi's cold eyes.
"What are you doing?" Akai Shuichi said gently, "You've crossed the line."
The doctor withdrew his hand and looked at the expressionless Shuichi Akai, whispering in panic.
"Wait, there's no need to be so serious..."
He seemed to want to say something, but Akai Shuichi had already left with Mo Shiyu.
Akai Shuichi didn't ask him what happened in his dream, but just said, "If you're bored, the hospital has many leisure facilities, such as a garden and a library."
Mo Shiyu didn't answer him, but stood in the corridor and looked at him, "Doctor..."
"Who came up with this treatment plan?"
"..." Akai Shuichi looked at him with calm green eyes.
Mo Shiyu looked at him and asked, "Who is my attending physician?"
Shuichi Akai said, "Most of it was a Russian's idea."
"The Russians..."
Mo Shiyu lowered his head and murmured.
He said, "He must really hate me."
Shuichi Akai tilted his head and looked at the camera in the corridor. His calm green eyes seemed to be looking into the pair of purple eyes behind the camera.
He lowered his eyes, "Not necessarily."
****
The doctor sent him back to the ward and left. Mo Shiyu lay on the bed where he should have been most relaxed, but he couldn't relax at all. His spirit was like a taut bowstring, as if it could completely break at any time.
He fidgeted for a while, then covered his head and knelt down against the wall.
He seemed to see an even whiter door, with strange symbols one after another, and blood flowing inside the symbols.
It was like riding a roller coaster, his soul was sometimes on one end, sometimes on the other. He felt extreme pain, suffered tremendous pressure in an instant, and suffocated in the feeling of near death.
He felt a cold hand belonging to a young boy gently caressing his cheek, and heard Mori Liang's smiling voice calling him, as if to bite into his bones, "Mom——"
"You really do have unlimited potential~?"
His shoulders were shoved against the wall.
He suddenly came back to his senses, grasped the precious sense of reality, and gasped violently in unbearable pain.
Silver hair flashed before his eyes, and he looked into a pair of cold green eyes.
A silver-haired man in a black trench coat.
His outfit was totally out of place here, like a variable that had accidentally broken into the set.
"Hohoh... cough..." Mo Shiyu didn't know that he hadn't breathed for a long time. He was so short of oxygen that he couldn't breathe in. He could only cover his mouth and make hoarse gasps.
The world became silent, so silent that no sound could be heard.
Until he heard the man's cold and low voice ringing in his ears, like a bell at the end of the century.
"Valentin, breathe."
He did as he was told instinctively, and finally regained his breathing rhythm, and his rapid heartbeat slowly returned to normal.
He was still immersed in the scene just now, his mind was in a state of confusion, and he covered his mouth and gasped.
Many emotions filled his heart, but disappeared as quickly as a water tank with a leaking valve. He stretched out his hands in vain, but could only reach a few vague shadows.
"I want to go out..." The gray-haired patient murmured with his head down, "I want to go out. I can't stay here. Someone is waiting for me..."
Gin's lips curled up into a cold smile, "You treat them as a life-saving straw. Do you really think that someone will give up everything to save you?"
Mo Shiyu grabbed the man's hand, moved closer, and looked into his eyes with bloodshot eyes.
Mo Shiyu stared at him with cruelty in his eyes, his voice hoarse with a kind of morbid ferocity and persistence, "Shut up!"
Gin looked at him deeply, his dark green eyes fluctuating for a moment for some unknown reason. For a moment, Mo Shiyu felt that the other party seemed happy.
His voice was very soft. "You're not sure either."
"Why not take a gamble and see if those blind policemen are willing to sacrifice their own bright futures to save you?"
Mo Shiyu stared at him fiercely, his fingers twitching and tightening, wanting to tear this damn, annoying mouth apart.
He sneered and said, "Our ideas have been different from the beginning. I don't need others to pay anything for me."
"As long as there are people waiting for me to come home, that's enough."
“So, I’m different from you.”
He didn't know why he said such harsh words, some of them just came out of his mouth.
The silver-haired man held him so tightly that his shoulder blade ached. At that moment, the silver-haired man whispered in his ear, "Let's go to the library."
His voice was very soft, hidden under the sarcastic tone, like bubbles suddenly rising in the air.
Mo Shiyu widened his eyes slightly.
****
The nurse appeared out of nowhere and followed him.
"You're back?" Mo Shiyu reacted a little late.
The nurse snorted.
"Where have you been?" Mo Shiyu asked.
"The director called me in for a talk," the nurse opened the door for him. "Really? I work so hard, it really makes me sad."
He deliberately pretended to be heartbroken, which seemed like a show.
As Mo Shiyu walked out of the room, he suddenly said, "Can we go to the library today?"
The nurse paused for a moment before agreeing, "Okay."
It's the same wherever I go, he thought.
There were a few people scattered in the library.
"I'm just taking a look." He said to the nurse.
The nurse picked up a fashion magazine and waved his hand to indicate that he understood.
Mo Shiyu went deeper and deeper.
Almost all the books here are in Japanese, which he can understand, but they are unfamiliar to him.
Not only were the names of the famous books unknown to me, but books by familiar Japanese writers were also not among them, not a single one.
After all, this is not his original world, and cultural differences are normal.
Wait a minute, doesn’t that mean that there’s a high possibility of making money by plagiarizing?
How could he not have thought of this after traveling through time? Didn't he need money? No, no, no, his character, used to poverty, showed that he had never been rich.
Mo Shiyu was joking in his heart, but the corners of his lips were stretched into a flat and stiff line.
He didn't notice anything unusual until he walked past a bookshelf and suddenly paused.
His eyes slowly moved downwards.
There are no books on the bottom shelf of this bookshelf, and you can see the other side through that shelf.
He saw a pair of pale, thin feet on the opposite side of the bookshelf.
Going further up, it was blocked by layers of books.
The feet didn't move, but the toes were tilted, pointing towards him, and stuck firmly in the gap under the bookshelf.
Mo Shiyu's nerves suddenly tensed up.
Hallucination?
Yes, it’s an illusion again.
Mo Shiyu stepped back stiffly, and in a panic his back hit the bookshelf behind him with a muffled sound.
The silence was broken by this sound.
The next second, he was pulled by something and dragged into the corner, stuck in the corner between the bookshelf and the wall, and then a hand covered his mouth.
Mo Shiyu opened his eyes wide, raised his hand almost all of a sudden, and randomly pressed the other person's shoulders. He struggled to lean back, and the other person was also brought to the ground by him.
There was a monster crawling on top of him. A monster covered in black.
Guan Ze's body surface was dark and dull, as if absorbing light, and he looked like he was wearing a sexy black latex suit.
His other hand was stuck on Mo Shiyu's mouth, and he released the other hand. His fingers gently touched the cold and wet cheek of the young man in front of him, as if he was measuring how to start.
Mo Shiyu tried to turn over in horror, but his movements were locked by the monster. He subconsciously clenched his fists and hit the monster several times, but it was useless. In a panic, his hand touched the place where the monster might be, and he didn't feel any breath.
Dead...dead...?
Mo Shiyu was breathing rapidly, sweating profusely, and his eyes were wide open.
The fingers that stroked him were long and strong, and when they were bent, one could even see the distinct joints on them. Mo Shiyu felt a little pain and numbness on his lips.
The monster seemed to be saying something, but Mo Shiyu couldn't hear a word. In a panic, he touched a book on the bookshelf, and the sharp corner was facing the back of the monster's head.
No, I can't resist... His fingers froze in mid-air.
Maybe… the monster before him was just like the nurse that day, an innocent, terrified person.
Thinking of this, Mo Shiyu's struggle weakened.
It's all an illusion...
The pain he endured was all an illusion. His resistance, his escape, would only harm innocent people. That golden bear evoked the deepest fear and pain in his heart. But if he didn't resist, only endured the pain, he would never feel this pain again.
His clenched fists slowly loosened, and when the monster came closer, he did not attack again, but raised his head and pretended to endure it.
"Enduring pain is a kind of redemption." The words of a doctor I heard in the treatment room yesterday rang in my ears.
His fingers were pinched and he stared blankly at the ceiling.
The air was quiet for a moment.
The monster held his face, moved closer to him, and carefully rubbed his chin. He did nothing but gave it a gentle kiss.
A voice very similar to his, but lower, rang in his ears, "Your true self, you don't need salvation."
"Look behind you."
Mo Shiyu suddenly opened his eyes.
There seemed to be something extra beside him. He turned his eyes and saw a pair of pale bare feet right next to him, very close. They looked familiar, wrapped in bandages and with old scars.
His eyes widened immediately, and before he could hide, he saw a pale hand placing something next to his hand.
Mo Shiyu paused. His lips trembled slightly as he looked at the scene.
It was a small piece of cheesecake, placed on a crumpled piece of white paper.
A soft sweet fragrance lingers at the tip of the nose, like a false, peaceful dream.
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