Chapter 119 Bright Sanatorium "Hey, I can't go back."...
The archives are on fire.
As Jiang Yang and Ji Yang came down from the fourth floor, they heard Dean Mu Nashe's voice coming from the building's public address system.
Munashe said, "Attention all staff! A fire of unknown cause has broken out in the archives room. The fire is spreading rapidly and the situation is urgent. All caregivers are requested to immediately proceed to Building 2 to participate in firefighting. At the same time, if any patients are mobile and willing to assist, they may also go to provide support, provided that they ensure their own safety."
"Please help me, everyone."
Munashesulai's usually confident and strategic voice now carried a barely perceptible tremor.
The sound was muffled by the noisy electrical current, and Jiang Yang inexplicably felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly in someone's hand.
His legs gave way, and he grabbed the wall for support. Through the thin fabric, he pressed his palms firmly against the hard bone in front of his heart. His back arched from the spasms, and his face turned a terrifyingly pale white in an instant.
"What's wrong?" Ji Yang quickly grabbed Jiang Yang's arm and helped him up.
Jiang Yang wasn't sure either, but he had a gut feeling that "the archives shouldn't be destroyed."
“Okay, don’t rush,” Ji Yang put one arm around Jiang Yang’s waist so that she could lean against him, and quickly tapped the panel with his other hand.
“Li Sheng is still in Building 2. I sent him a message and asked him to go and check what’s going on.”
Jiang Yang leaned against Ji Yang's chest and nodded her head up and down.
Ji Yang had already changed out of the clothes that had been stained with blood in the washroom. The black shirt he was wearing now had a faint scent of laundry detergent that filled his nostrils. It was clean and gentle, and surprisingly, it soothed his wildly beating heart.
"Hoshino is still in the archives..."
Ji Yang gently patted the top of the head reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, we'll go when you feel better."
After thinking for a moment, Ji Yang tapped the panel twice more.
The archives are located on the second basement floor of Building 2.
After separating from Jiang Yangji, Xingye took the playing card she had snatched from Huang Ershou and went straight to a hospital room to play it.
The door opened with a click, and he went inside.
The moment the door closed, the scene before me changed abruptly. The furnishings in the ward vanished without a trace, replaced by the unique layout of an archive room.
The ceiling was very low, and only two of the four recessed incandescent bulbs were lit.
The pale light fell on the dense iron filing shelves, their surfaces mottled with copper rust, and the dark brown filing boxes placed on them stood like silent guards.
Hoshino cautiously retreated to the door, opened it, and peeked out.
Unlike the U-shaped layout in Building 1, this place has only a long, narrow corridor extending to both ends. The lighting is dim, and you can only see two fire doors at the end of the corridor. The green light of the safety passage sign is dimly lit above the door, and behind the door is a deep darkness.
He slipped out quietly, but didn't go far. He only stuck two palm-sized devil heads two or three meters away from the archives.
The moment there is any movement, the demon head will immediately alert him.
After arranging everything, he returned to the archives.
The air in the archives was thick with the musty smell of old paper mixed with the pungent odor of disinfectant, causing his expression to change uncontrollably.
His cheeks, contorted with disgust, parted at the corners of his mouth. He forced himself to suppress his discomfort and reluctantly began browsing among the crisscrossing file shelves.
There are 14 file shelves in the archive room, each with a metal tag, numbered from 1 to 14.
Each shelf has four layers, and each layer, except for the top layer, has four boxes on each floor. It seems that the files on the top layer are not yet filled.
There were no labels on the boxes, so Hoshino simply picked out two files from each shelf.
One was the fourth box on the fourth floor, and the other was the first box on the first floor. He took out the boxes that were placed at the bottom and the top respectively.
[Congratulations to player Hoshino for completing the mission - obtaining their medical record]
That's it then. Hoshino, carrying a stack of neatly bound files, sat down on the floor, leaning against the innermost file shelf.
001/Yang Yi: Neurasthenia
002/Huang Si: Dependent Personality Disorder
...
005/Huang Er: Bipolar Disorder
006/Chang Chuang: Eating Disorder
007/Ji Yang: Hysteria
008/Hoshino: Schizophrenia
...
011/Li Sheng: Bipolar Disorder
012/Tree Drow: Stress-Related Disorders
...
The bottom one has no name, only a number, while the top one has both a name and a number.
Coincidentally, Ji Yang and his corresponding number are exactly the same as their numbers as judges.
Initially, he estimated that 14 shelves corresponded to 14 patients, but after adding him and Ji Yang, the number of patients increased to 16.
Therefore, he did not match the judge's number with the shelf number, but now that he has seen the file, he can't help but wonder, is it really such a coincidence?
If it's really such a coincidence, then who are the other people?
Hoshino hates using her brain; it gives her a headache whenever she does.
In addition, each patient's name is followed by the name of their assigned caregiver. He remembered that Shu Zhuo's caregiver was later changed to Li Sheng, but according to the file, it was not changed. He wondered if the new file had not yet been entered into the database.
The key question is why Jiang Yang and Yue Jiang are not mentioned in these files.
Furthermore, Alzheimer's disease and sexual impulse control disorder are not included in the list of conditions.
Hoshino was unwilling to give up, so he took the first one from the top shelf of each shelf.
But after flipping through it again, there was still no difference. He frowned and quietly turned off the observation room.
When he wasn't sure what was going on, he felt it was best not to leak the information.
However, after obtaining a new file, he seemed to have made a new discovery.
As he flipped through the yellowed pages of the file, Hoshino's pupils widened involuntarily after he saw the words clearly; he found it somewhat difficult to process.
He took a deep breath, and then a burst of fuel vapor rushed into his throat with each breath.
The spicy sensation made him cough and gag, and he quickly stood up from the ground.
The smell became even clearer in the airtight underground.
He followed the scent and walked outside, only to find that the iron gate had been pushed open from the outside.
The firelight entered his field of vision before the figures appeared. He lifted his eyelids and saw Yuejiang blocking the only exit.
Damn it! Demons always warn everyone who comes, but Yuejiang, who is also a demon, doesn't get a warning.
The torch held aloft by Yuejiang burned fiercely, its orange flames illuminating the spilled fuel stains on the nearby filing shelf.
Oil dripped down the gaps in the shelf, and Hoshino's breath hitched. After realizing what was happening, she bared her teeth and cursed at the person, "Are you crazy? Are you trying to burn me alive?"
"Come out," Yuejiang said in a flat tone, each word striking the thick air.
“I’m not going out. If you can’t, then burn me to death. If you can’t burn me to death, then I’m your brother.”
Hoshino, with her neck stiffened, kicked the file shelf in front of her in a fit of rage.
Yuejiang didn't say anything, but without hesitation pressed the torch onto the outermost file shelf.
With a "boom," a ball of fire shot up, and Hoshino couldn't help but curse "Damn it!" before rushing back to the innermost side without waiting for Yuejiang's response.
Yuejiang's goal is the archives. If they are burned, all this information will be lost, and he has to preserve some of them.
The cardboard boxes burned quickly, and the fire spread, turning the entire row into charred fragments in an instant. Feeling the heat and the approaching footsteps, Hoshino disregarded everything else, knelt on the ground, and reached into the large pocket inside his coat.
He had probably hidden four or five copies when the footsteps finally stopped behind him.
The next second, a torch narrowly missed his head and landed on the mess of A4 papers on the ground. Flames shot towards his arm. He sniffed his nose, which was red from the thick smoke, and tears fell unexpectedly, whether from pain or anger, he didn't know.
Yuejiang stepped forward, grabbed him by the back of the neck like she was carrying a runaway cat, and said, "Come out with me."
Hoshino broke free from the man's grasp, turned around, and punched Tsukie in the face.
"You want to kill me!" He roared, his eyes red, as his finger bone struck the other man's jaw. "Yuejiang! You want to kill me!"
A streak of bright red blood slid down Yuejiang's lips and dripped onto her light-colored collar.
Yuejiang stuck out his tongue, and the taste of blood made him lose control instantly, pressing Hoshino against the filing cabinet.
The force of her back hitting the filing cabinet made Hoshino grit her teeth in pain.
Yuejiang raised her hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her fingertip, and forcefully pried open Hoshino's closed lips with her knuckles.
The metallic taste of rust filled his mouth. Hoshino turned his head and spat, simultaneously bending his knees and thrusting them forcefully into Tsukie's lower abdomen.
But Yuejiang seemed to have anticipated this, and steadily blocked it with her hand. Her fingers, which were covered with Hoshino's saliva, slid down and landed on his bobbing Adam's apple.
With her fingers tightening, Yuejiang grabbed Hoshino by the neck, dragging him closer with irresistible force.
Hoshino defensively placed his arm between the two, forcing out two words: "Madman."
Yuejiang's lips pressed against Hoshino's ear, and blood stained Hoshino's earlobe.
He said, "So what if I kill you? Haven't you always wanted to kill me, brother?"
Hoshino froze, then murmured, "Yes, I've always wanted to kill you, brother."
After saying that, he chuckled softly. Before the laughter subsided, he suddenly opened his mouth wide and bit down on the bulging blue vein on the thin neck in front of him.
The moment the tooth pierced his skin, warm blood rushed into his mouth.
Their aura was both cold and wild; they were a match made in heaven.
"Hmm..." Yuejiang let out a muffled groan of suppressed pain.
The hand on Hoshino's neck slowly loosened its grip. He lowered his eyelids and said casually, "If you've bitten enough, come out with me."
"You're fucking insane."
Hoshino wiped the bright color off her lips with the back of her hand, sniffled, and walked outside.
But they didn't know that the fire had already spread throughout the basement and the floor below without their noticing.
Thick smoke billowed in the corridor. Yuejiang walked in front of Xingye, her left hand tightly gripping Xingye's wrist.
Hoshino coughed until his eyes were red, and smoke flowed from his nasal cavity into his throat. He felt a burning sensation in his lungs with every breath.
"Close your eyes, and I'll lead you."
Yuejiang controlled his breathing, and his condition was slightly better than Hoshino's. He glanced down at the panel and realized that the signal from the panel had been disconnected from the tower at some point.
Their talent, which they relied on, was useless in the face of a powerful fire.
There are stairs on both sides of the corridor that lead upstairs, and Yuejiang planned to take Hoshino upstairs.
However, he overlooked one thing: the fire in the archives room didn't even burn all the file shelves, so how could it have caused such a large fire on the entire second basement level?
Sure enough, when he dragged Hoshino up the stairs, he found that the basement was already engulfed in flames.
Flames shot into the sky, and even the floorboards were almost burned through.
He was set up.
Wu Yibai ordered him to set fire to the archives, but someone lent him the right to go to the second floor to burn down the archives instead of the first floor.
"Brother, even if you want to burn me to death, you don't have to burn the whole building down."
Hoshino opened his eyes, his dry throat sounding particularly hoarse, even his mockery had a bitter taste.
"Go back to the second floor."
Yuejiang made a quick decision; before going upstairs, he saw the bathroom at the bottom of the stairs.
There was no water coming out of the bathroom faucet, but the damp interior walls gave them a chance to breathe.
Yuejiang helped Hoshino sit on the bathroom floor. Thick smoke filled the open space, making people dizzy and nauseous.
Hoshino asked, "Will we die?"
Yuejiang retorted, "Do you want to die with me?"
It was a rare moment of peace between the two of them.
Hoshino thought about it carefully.
He replied, "I don't want to die."
But you are already dead.
Hoshino and Tsukie are a pair of top assassins in a secret organization overseas.
Perhaps it was their inherent arrogance, coupled with the growing ambition and desire of demons, that made them sworn enemies, not only brothers but also each other's most formidable adversaries.
That day, the boss gave them a task.
“Stir up a car accident in Nanshi, and the final result will determine who will be the second-in-command.”
When Yuejiang opened her eyes again, she found herself firmly tied to a chair.
The blindfold covering his face was airtight, preventing even a sliver of light from getting in. However, in a place where he couldn't see, a nearby camera shook twice as he regained consciousness and moved his body from side to side.
Then, a cold, mechanical voice came from inside: "Are you afraid?"
The deliberately suppressed sense of familiarity made Yuejiang sigh.
With a seemingly unintentional flick of his left wrist, a delicate, small, retractable dagger slid from the inside of his sleeve into his palm.
With the sharp blade pressed against the hemp rope, he suddenly exerted force with his wrist and flicked it upwards.
With a "ripping" sound, the tightly bound knot snapped.
He removed his blindfold and quickly cut off the rest of his restraints.
He then got up, walked straight to the table, and smashed the still-rotating camera with a punch.
"Wow~ surprise~ brother~"
Hoshino's voice then came from a grinning devil doll on the table.
Are you bored?
Yuejiang immediately turned off the intercom button on the back of the doll.
"Oh my brother~"
Hoshino deliberately used a deliberately obsequious tone, pushing Tsukie's temper to the brink of exploding, "Wait until I get back, you hear me?"
But Hoshino didn't come back that day.
The bomb that Hoshino had planted in the target vehicle detonated on their surveillance vehicle instead.
The explosion itself was a trap set by the boss to eliminate them.
"Does it hurt?"
Yuejiang lowered her head, looking through Hoshino's silhouette in her arms, as if asking...
Hoshino joked, "When the fire was burning my face, why didn't you ask if it hurt?"
Being at the epicenter of the explosion, one wouldn't even have time to react to whether it hurts or not before being blown to smithereens.
Hoshino grabbed Tsukie's arm, which had been burned at some point, and asked, "You're injured too, don't you feel any pain?"
Of course it hurts... It's hurting year after year... It's almost killing me...
"No, why aren't you saying anything?"
Hoshino craned his neck to look at the person and saw Tsukie leaning against the scorching hot wall behind him.
Yuejiang said, "It's nothing."
"Damn, it's good that you're alright. I would have thought you were dead if you hadn't said anything."
Hoshino squirmed restlessly in Tsukie's arms. "Wait, do you feel a little better?"
As he spoke, Hoshino seemed to sense something, and with his buttocks raised, he pulled a metallic-looking card from his pants pocket.
"Isn't this Ji Yang's? When did he give it to me?"
It turned out that the energy released by the Justice card had unknowingly blocked the incoming thick smoke. Yuejiang, holding the card, suddenly arched his back and burst into laughter.
In the restaurant, Ji Yang's original intention was to test Xing Ye.
However, he discovered Ji Yang's true identity instead.
He asked Ji Yang a question.
What kind of person do you think 008 is?
You've asked the wrong person.
Ji Yang did not answer directly, but instead took out a metal plaque with the word "I" printed on it from his pocket.
She placed the object in front of him and asked casually, "What kind of person do you think you are?"
He subconsciously put away Hoshino's usual carefree attitude.
His tone was cold and distant. "Why give it to me?"
"Because you are my friend."
...
friend...
"Oh, right, this is for you."
Hoshino rummaged in his pocket for a while before pulling out the devil doll. "Don't leave it lying around like that next time. If you really lose it, you'll never find it again."
The doll was deliberately dropped by Yuejiang during the trial of the puppet.
He didn't activate Hoshino during that trial.
Yuejiang took it from Hoshino's hand, her fingertips trembling.
It's time to face it...
Yuejiang swallowed hard, her fingers unconsciously reaching for the back of the doll before pressing the switch on the walkie-talkie.
A message that had been dormant for many years was heard.
Hoshino's voice lingered for a very long time, accompanied by the deafening sound of the explosion.
It finally reached Yuejiang's ears.
"Hey, I can't go back."
Yuejiang pulled out the dagger. "I'm sorry..."
He forcefully plunged the dagger into the heart of the boy in his arms.
"You are already dead."
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