Red wine poisoning case 1.7
Fan Jinci woke up to a sharp ringing in his ears.
The light before his eyes was so bright that his pupils contracted, a metallic taste filled his throat, and his limbs felt as heavy as lead. He instinctively tried to sit up, but his wrists went limp and were firmly supported by a pair of hands.
"Don't move." Yu Yan's voice was very low, his palm pressed against his back, the heat seeping through the fabric. "You've been poisoned."
Fan Jinci's gaze finally focused. He was lying on the bed in the bedroom, the sound of rain outside the window had not stopped, and Yu Yan's brows were tightly furrowed, with dark circles under his eyes, obviously he hadn't closed his eyes at all.
“Yan Kang…” he began, his voice hoarse and unlike his own.
Yu Yan's knuckles tensed slightly: "That thing is still in the lab."
Fan Jinci closed his eyes. He remembered that face—pale, mechanical, yet with eyes exactly the same as in his memory. M-12, Yan Kang, the child who should have died on the operating table.
"Take me there." He propped himself up on his arms and sat up, but dizziness suddenly struck him.
The next second, the world spun around.
Yu Yan simply picked him up and carried him horizontally.
“You—” Fan Jinci’s fingertips instinctively grabbed his collar.
"Either I carry you there, or you lie down." Yu Yan looked down at him, a violent emotion suppressed in his dark eyes. "Choose one."
Fan Jinci remained silent. Finally, he turned his head away, his jawline taut and sharp, but he acquiesced to the posture.
The laboratory lights were a stark white.
Yan Kang remained seated in his wheelchair, and the electronic eye captured the moment Fan Jinci appeared. A precise smile curved his lips: "Brother!"
The voice sounded so much like a human child's, joyful and dependent, that Fan Jinci's fingertips unconsciously dug into Yu Yan's shoulder.
“He’s not your brother,” Yu Yan said coldly, but tightened his arms around Fan Jinci so that she could lean against him.
Yan Kang tilted his head, the mechanical joints making a soft "click" sound: "But the database says we're brothers." He innocently pointed to his temple, "Here, there are my brother's memories."
Fan Jinci's face suddenly turned deathly pale.
He certainly knew what "memory" meant—the cruelest part of the Reverse Butterfly Project was the neural synchronization between the test subjects. Perhaps fragments of his forcibly ripped childhood truly existed in Yan Kang's mind.
"Fan Jinci." Yu Yan suddenly pinched the back of his neck, the force neither too light nor too heavy.
"Don't be afraid."
Yan Kang's electronic eyes flashed twice, and he suddenly asked innocently, "Are you with this brother?"
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Fan Jinci didn't answer. He didn't want to look at Yan Kang's face, or rather... he was afraid to look. The "memories" held in those eyes were the past he had buried with his own hands.
Yu Yan scoffed, "None of your business."
Yan Kang chuckled, his voice like a broken music box: "But the database says that brother doesn't like being touched—"
"Enough." Fan Jinci suddenly interrupted him, his voice as cold as a knife. "Who gave you the instructions?"
Yan Kang's smile froze on his face.
The next second, a distorted electronic sound suddenly blared from the laboratory's speakers:
"M-0, you've finally asked the right question."
On the way back to the bedroom, Fan Jinci's fingertips trembled slightly.
Yu Yan placed him by the bedside, knelt on one knee, and held his hand, his palm burning hot: "Don't believe a single word that bastard says."
Fan Jinci lowered his eyes to look at their clasped hands. Strangely, he had always disliked physical contact, but at this moment he inexplicably craved this warmth.
“It’s not a matter of belief or not,” he said in a low voice. “Yan Kang’s database… does indeed contain my memories.”
Those childhood memories shattered by electric shocks and drugs, those bloody scenes he thought he had long forgotten—all were stuffed into the mind of a mechanical child.
Yu Yan suddenly raised his hand and brushed his thumb under Fan Jinci's eye. Only then did Fan Jinci realize that his eyelashes were wet.
“Listen,” Yu Yan’s voice was terribly hoarse, “No matter what that damn experiment did to you, you have me now.” He smirked, “Even though I’m annoying, reckless, and always make you angry…”
Fan Jinci looked up at him.
“But I will never become your nightmare,” Yu Yan said.
A bolt of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating Fan Jinci's slightly widened pupils.
After a long pause, he gave a very soft "hmm".
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
