Chapter 24 I Don't Believe You
Episode 24 I Don't Believe You
It was about eight o'clock on Sunday morning.
Sunny days just seem so different.
The sea outside the window is as blue, fresh and clear as a carefully made poster, reminding people of countless soda advertisements that use the seaside as the key element. It reminds me of both coolness and freedom.
However, it is undeniable that we are now on the outskirts of Anubis. The sea here is more used to process urban garbage, and you can also see scattered white garbage brought by the tide on the edge of the beach. Two or three people were also picking up trash along the beach.
I withdrew my gaze and returned it to the little pigeon with the bulging belly.
The air today is not as humid as yesterday.
The pigeons are very sensitive to the humidity of the air and are full of energy. As soon as they have eaten, they step on the window sill, waiting impatiently for me to open the window. After I opened the window, it nimbly jumped out from the gap in the window bars, with its tail raised high. It cooed two or three times softly, as if it wanted to fly out directly.
I know that pigeons are domestic pets and will automatically return home even if they are released.
So, I'm not worried at all that it will fly away and never come back.
But, just as I was thinking that it would fly off to play on its own, it actually turned back and looked at me. After making sure that I was watching it, it flapped its wings and launched itself into the sky, flying towards the coastline.
I was warmed by its look.
It is really my little cotton-padded jacket. Not only is it cute, it also eats whatever I give it and listens to me obediently. It even pays attention to my subtle emotions and uses various small actions to comfort me.
Unlike Fu Lin on the bed, who was as stubborn as a rock and as rebellious as a teenage child. From last night till now, he has refused all the food and water that were brought to his mouth. Even if the food and water were forced into his mouth, he would bite people's hands.
Last night, I thought that I could use the tragic story to touch the soft spot in his heart and dissolve his defenses and hostility. Unexpectedly, less than an hour later, he regained his composure and clarity.
Of course, this also makes me a little uncertain.
This is because Fu Lin is too smart and easily saw through the logic behind my "pitiful" story - no matter how tragic the enemy's life experience is, it cannot cover up the calculations and conspiracies behind it. Anyway, he understood the logic that "sympathizing with the enemy is equivalent to being cruel to yourself."
However, we cannot ignore the dark experiences of this week. From the moment of being backstabbed, Fu Lin began to turn evil under the physical and mental torture. His sympathy and empathy were compressed to a level so low that it was almost non-existent. Only vigilance and resistance remained.
“…”
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, feeling very complicated.
Just as I was staring at the little pigeon flying farther and farther away, the special handcuffs chains that bound Fu Lin's hands and feet made slight clash sounds from time to time.
I noticed this restrained sound, which I didn't want to be noticed, ever since I was feeding the pigeons.
However, I knew his stubborn character and was too lazy to confront him, so I never paid any attention to it.
His handcuffs were special ones, and even the special pliers used by firefighters couldn't open them. The only things that could open them were Jerry's and my keys. Just like in the water dungeon, each of us held half of the key, which made rescuing Fu Lin twice as difficult.
After a long while, the sound of trying to break free from the handcuffs suddenly stopped, and the clinking of chains no longer echoed. The whole space suddenly became as quiet as the moment of silence before a movie in a movie theater. At this time, there was only a faint voice coming from the same direction, "…Hey!"
I don't say hello -
snort.
I moved my eyes subconsciously, tilted my head back, and enjoyed the breeze outside the window, completely ignoring his words.
Because I'm already too tired of him.
I don't want to spoil him.
But at that moment, his weak appearance last night suddenly appeared in my mind. I couldn't help but waver again.
You don't know exactly what happened last night.
Last night, Fu Lin's body was almost crushed due to the long-term abuse and the desperate fight yesterday. His immune system was completely paralyzed, triggering the body's self-protection mechanism.
Simply put, this stubborn elder brother had a high fever.
At first, none of us noticed anything unusual about him. But around 10 o'clock in the evening, the people who had been confronting us suddenly fell silent.
I suddenly felt panicky.
However, Jerry told me naively that Fu Lin had had a fever two or three times before, and he had gotten through it all by relying on his own will.
"Don't worry about it, Boss! He will be fine on his own."
To me, a person who studied medicine, this kind of talk sounds like a fantasy.
How can they just leave the patients there? !
A strong feeling of dissatisfaction and anxiety suddenly surged in my heart.
However, at that moment, the guards were unwilling to show humanitarian care to a traitor who had such obvious physical warning signs, and they also had no medical knowledge, which made the whole absurd thing seem like common sense.
My anger was also replaced by a feeling of powerlessness.
After sending Jerry to bed, the only sounds in the room were the light and Fu Lin's breathing.
I hardly stopped for a moment and started taking care of him overnight.
I set more than a dozen alarms to remind myself to measure his temperature every 30 minutes and control his temperature in real time.
If necessary, I would also wipe the sweat off his body and feed him lemon water.
At 1 o'clock in the morning, the antipyretic still didn't work, and his fever went from a low level to a high level. Seeing how hot his whole body was, my heart couldn't help but sink, afraid that if I wasn't careful, the situation would get worse.
At this time, Fu Lin was completely limp and almost unconscious. But when I tried to feed him water, he still subconsciously turned his head away and refused contact. This mixture of stubbornness and powerlessness made me feel helpless, but I knew that no matter how he resisted, I had to persevere.
Considering the restraint of the handcuffs on his body, I had to find ways to adjust his lying position from time to time, for fear that staying in the same posture for too long would affect his blood circulation. I had to support him gently so as not to disturb him from his long dream.
Adjust the angle and move him slowly and carefully.
Re-measure the temperature, wipe the sweat, give water, and check again.
This went on until 2 a.m., when I was choosing between "giving him another fever-reducing pill" or "sending him to the hospital," when Fu Lin's temperature finally dropped a little. Although it’s not much, at least it’s no longer the kind of high temperature that makes people despair. And his body was no longer so stiff, and his breathing became a little smoother.
However, my work is not over yet. After the effect of the antipyretic medicine wears off, the person's temperature may rise again. I didn't dare let my guard down and continued to watch his every change.
It was around six o'clock in the morning when I finally confirmed that Fu Lin's fever had subsided. His body gradually returned to normal temperature, his breathing became easier, and he could even feel a subtle sense of relaxation flowing in the air.
This effect is ultimately due to the player's physical buff. Otherwise, generally speaking, in a case like Fu Lin's, he would have to lie down for another two days, or even longer, to make sure that he was okay.
Because of my high nervousness, I completely lost all desire to sleep.
But I was too tired to move, so I could only sit in a chair and look out the window at the wind. It wasn't until I recovered a little that I remembered that there was a video taking up a lot of memory in the phone on my ID card, and I started to wonder what was hidden there.
I believe, no one can guess what is inside?
That's a parrot sand sculpture video that takes up 8GB.
I was suddenly speechless and amused, and then I kept watching, becoming more and more energetic, until my little pigeon also woke up.
…
“Bloody Mary…?”
This name came out of Fu Lin's mouth out of the blue, and I couldn't help but feel a shock in my heart, and my face was burning inexplicably.
If I had known I would be called this, I would have rather called myself "Qi Ye".
Ah… But I also don’t like being called Qi Ye. It feels like some kind of online nickname being called out in public.
I didn't want to appear to be actively cooperating with him, so I said in a cold tone, "Just say it if you have something to say."
His voice was a little hoarse at first, but as he spoke more, his voice became much clearer, "I want to drink some water."
In the past, I seldom spoke to Shang Hexing, and my impression of him was that his voice was always rather sharp. However, when the same voice came out from Fu Lin now, I heard a purity in it, like the early morning, with a transparent texture. I could even imagine that the person who said this should be a clean and delicate person.
I was a little dazed.
Are there big differences between different souls in the same body?
I don't think I've ever paid close attention to what it feels like when Shang Hexing speaks in Fu Lin's voice?
After Fu Lin made his request, we were silent for a while.
I thought to myself that I must make him obey me this time.
With this thought in mind, I waited patiently for Fu Lin to submit to me. But one minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed... Fu Lin stopped talking completely.
When I looked over, Fu Lin simply closed his eyes and didn't say anything.
Why is this person so stubborn?
How about just having a fight?
I thought bitterly.
Just as I was thinking about how to create the image of a ruthless torture team leader, Fu Lin's voice finally rang out again after a period of silence, "... To be honest, I don't believe you."
His voice was low and chilly, like a sharp needle condensed in the air, piercing and alert.
I couldn't help but wonder, what had I done to deserve him to believe me?
Did I take care of him all night last night?
At that time, I was still a little naive and didn't know that Fu Lin was more cunning than I thought.
I just listened to what he said, feeling a little shaken inside, wondering if he had other thoughts in his mind because of what happened last night.
The words "I don't believe you" were more directed to himself than to me.
"You saved me last night just because you didn't want me to die and never get the authorization key again." Fu Lin paused and said calmly, "If you don't want to waste your energy saving people again and again, shouldn't you meet my request?"
After hearing these two sentences, I understood.
He is bargaining.
But I know that he has no cards in his hand.
He is really brave.
I was just about to dampen his enthusiasm when Fu Lin continued, "Perhaps, I am not incapable of working for you Manes. After all, this is not the first time I have changed masters."
“…”
Manes?
As soon as these words came out, my mind stopped for a moment and I couldn't wrap my head around it.
I always thought we were from VITA, and the system kept telling me that I was holding a VITA ID card. However, Fu Lin actually said that the organization I was in was called Manes, which of course was like having ice water poured over my head.
My heart suddenly felt cold.
What kind of "I'm the undercover" drama is this?
It suddenly occurred to me that I had never asked Jerry, and of course I couldn't ask him. But I didn't even try, I didn't find out what organization we belonged to.
No way?
I felt the sound of blood rushing in my ears, even the air began to get cold, and I fell into a sense of unreality and confusion.
Just as I was in a precarious situation, Fu Lin seemed to think that his words were not frightening enough, and asked calmly: "If this is not the purpose of your action, then you don't want me to die and take care of me all night. Is it because of your organization's request?"
My head felt like it was exploding and the whole world was starting to shake.
I frowned and tried to calm myself down, "What are you talking about?"
"You're undercover for Manes, right?"
Fu Lin's sharp and calm speech was almost like a heavy bomb exploding in my ears.
My breathing suddenly hitched and my heartbeat roared in my ears.
His thinking is even faster than I thought...
This is so sharp.
But I still know that even if Fu Lin really guessed it right, it is also personal evidence. I was about to open my mouth to refute, but suddenly I heard a "bang" sound coming from outside the door, as if something hit the door frame heavily.
The sound suddenly cut off my thoughts.
I was stunned for a moment, and instantly felt a chill creeping up my spine. His eyes subconsciously swept towards the door, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his fingers clenched tightly, and he couldn't help but feel a tight pain in his palms.
There is someone outside the door.
Someone was obviously eavesdropping.
Almost subconsciously, I strode towards the door and pulled it open.
As soon as the door opened, Jerry faced me, his eyes full of panic and anxiety. But his eyes turned away quickly, like a frightened animal, his mouth slightly open, obviously he had not recovered from the shock of being discovered.
Then, he lowered his head, stepped back awkwardly, and said in a trembling voice, "Boss, I, I didn't hear anything. I didn't hear anything..."
My heart sank.
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