Chapter 120 Memories of the Bright Sanatorium resurfaced; he rarely meddled in other people's business...
Date: January 9th
Number: 008
Name: Yuejiang
Etiology: Schizophrenia
Symptoms: delusions, hallucinations, disordered thinking, abnormal behavior, emotional flatness, and taciturnity.
Routine inspections: ...
[Switch to Judge role?]
[Yuejiang's remaining switch count during her trial at the Guangming Sanatorium: 1]
The pungent smell of disinfectant seemed to be mixed with a lingering burnt odor.
The boy's eyelashes trembled, and after a moment, his heavy eyelids struggled to open a crack. A cold white light slowly gathered from the edge of his vision, and the pale blue white ceiling gradually became clear in his blurry vision.
Yuejiang moved her arm; the numbness in her arm made her fingertips feel heavy.
His throat was dry and sore, and the astringent taste from the fireworks still lingered there. He opened his mouth, but only managed a few hoarse gasps.
As consciousness returned, fragmented images gradually flooded into my mind.
Flames leaping on the second basement level, thick smoke that stung the eyes, and scorching bathroom walls...
And the boy in her arms who shouldn't have been there.
Hoshino doesn't even have a player identity, so how could he suddenly have the identity of Judge 008?
He didn't know the tower's intentions, but he should face reality.
The dagger that had pierced Hoshino's chest finally landed on the back of his hand, which was pressed to the ground.
The dizziness from blood loss and the excruciating pain in his palms made him unable to hold on any longer, and he fainted.
At this moment, Yuejiang slowly raised her hand, the through wound having been carefully bandaged by someone.
He was wrapped tightly in white gauze, with only a reddened fingertip showing. He had finally... returned to the real world.
It should also be...
I accept Hoshino's departure...
There was a knock on the ward door from the outside. The burning pain in her throat made Yuejiang unable to speak for a moment, so she could only prop herself up and sit up.
However, the person outside didn't wait for him to say anything. After knocking on the door, they pressed the doorknob and came in on their own.
It's Jiang Yang and Ji Yang.
"Awake? Feeling better?"
Jiang Yang's voice was several octaves lower than usual, with a barely perceptible gentleness.
Before Yuejiang could respond, Jiang Yang's gaze fell on the person's chapped lips.
He scanned the room, then walked straight to a small table and picked up the kettle he had his eye on.
Yuejiang took the cup of warm water that Jiang Yang had filled, and the warmth spread from his fingertips. He brought it to his lips and drank it greedily for some reason.
The dryness in his throat eased slightly, and he whispered, "Thank you."
Before he could put the cup down, Jiang Yang snatched it away, tipped the kettle over, and poured another cup.
After drinking three cups of warm water, the heavy, sluggish feeling in her body was completely washed away. Yuejiang lowered her eyes and pressed her brow, feeling that her previously drowsy head had become much clearer, and even her weak limbs were slowly recovering.
"Jiang Yang, can I hug you?"
Yuejiang placed the cup on the bedside table. The bottom of the cup made a soft sound as it struck the wooden board, which was particularly clear in the quiet ward.
Ji Yang, who had entered the ward without making a sound and stood alone with his back to the two people and facing the window, cursed under his breath "shameless" after hearing this request.
His brows and eyes betrayed his loneliness, yet his stubbornness kept him rooted to the spot, as he listened intently for Jiang Yang's response.
"OK."
Jiang Yang's voice was gentle and calm. He casually placed the kettle on the table and moved two steps closer to Yuejiang.
Ji Yang stumbled and hurriedly turned around.
Jiang Yang stood in front of the hospital bed, while Yue Jiang leaned against the metal headboard and stretched out her arm to Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang leaned down slightly and gently put his arm around Yue Jiang's shoulder. His movements were very light; the back of his hand was just lightly placed on Yue Jiang's back without tightening or making any excessive contact.
Ji Yang's tense nerves relaxed, but before he could catch his breath, Yue Jiang leaned forward, wrapped his arms around Jiang Yang's waist, and buried his head in Jiang Yang's lower abdomen, as if he were giving himself entirely into Jiang Yang's arms.
Ji Yang is jealous.
His inner turmoil made him draw his sword without thinking.
The cold light emanating from the sword attracted Jiang Yang, who gave him a barely perceptible shake of his head.
Jiang Yang could feel Yue Jiang trembling uncontrollably in his arms, and the tears that had seeped into his clothes and stained his skin, spreading a bone-chilling dampness.
The young man raised his hand, his reassuring palm resting on the boy's thin back through the faded hospital gown.
The boy's sobs suddenly intensified, like a child who had been lost and adrift for a long time finally grasping a life-saving duckweed. All the pent-up grievances burst forth instantly, turning into heart-wrenching cries, which were unrestrainedly vented in this embrace.
"Hoshino is dead..."
For Yuejiang, the explosion was like a poisoned scar that, instead of healing over time, continued to fester in his heart, rotting from the flesh into the bone, revealing a deep-seated filth.
The boss didn't let him off the hook because of Hoshino's death.
The relentless pursuit, however, became an outlet for his pent-up frustrations.
He was a deliberately disguised madman.
The wildfire that raged across the land burned away all his remaining rationality. On his escape route, he risked his life several times, his eyes burning with an astonishing madness.
Until he was injured in an accident and took refuge in that sanatorium.
He met Jiang Yang.
In the afternoon at the sanatorium, the scent of old camphor trees wafted slowly through the corridors.
Yuejiang sat on a chair in the far corner of the activity room, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the frayed edges of her cuffs, her eyes fixed on the window, as if she were looking at something, or as if she wasn't looking at anything at all.
There's a lecture in the activity room this afternoon; he missed the previous three lectures.
Munashe blocked him at the door of the ward and said, "Yuejiang, if you don't participate in the activity this afternoon, I will put you in solitary confinement."
He was in solitary confinement... before, after he injured the caregiver who was looking after him...
You'll have nightmares if you go inside...
He doesn't like to dream.
Because I always see that annoying guy in my dreams.
Moreover, during his time in the sanatorium, he discovered that no matter how much he struggled, he could not escape the fate of being controlled by the director, Munasher.
No one, no matter who they are, can defy Munash.
So, carrying the frustration of a down-on-his-luck assassin, he arrived exceptionally early in the afternoon.
The clock in front of the activity room was ticking away; it was almost 2 p.m.
The surroundings became noisy, with the sounds of several teenagers playing coming in from outside.
"Hey, is anyone here?"
A clear voice rang out above him. He lifted his eyelids but ignored it. The person snorted and sat down in the seat in front of him.
He knew this person; he was a notorious "troublemaker" in the sanatorium.
After he injured the caregiver, Xiao Bawang deliberately chose a dark and windy night to sneak into his ward and sincerely invite him to join their team.
To preserve what little dignity he had left as an assassin, he flatly refused.
But the little tyrant stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder, saying earnestly, "Alright, then you have to treat me like the boss, understand?"
Little Tyrant said that he could only be the boss of this sanatorium.
That's so naive.
Just as naive as Hoshino.
Just then, a still-green orange rolled down the arc of the table and landed in front of him.
His gaze shifted, and the little tyrant furtively turned around, whispering, "I heard from the dean that you're an assassin?"
Yuejiang remained silent, while the Little Tyrant continued his incessant chatter.
"Why are you so silent? Have all your assassins been poisoned and rendered mute, or is there some rule that the day you speak to me is the day I die?"
"You're so noisy."
"Holy crap, you can talk!"
If he and Hoshino were demons that grew out of mud.
Jiang Yang is like the wind that nourishes freedom.
Jiang Yang often came close to him, sometimes pulling him to look at the cactus on the windowsill.
Sometimes I would pull him to squat in the garden and count ants.
Another time, he mysteriously pulled him to the stairwell, patted his chest, and promised, "This time, I'll take you to do something big."
He didn't notice and kicked a flowerpot at his feet. The sound of it shattering startled him, and he instinctively reached for his waist.
There should have been a gun there.
"Hey, don't be nervous, enjoy your retirement, little killer."
Jiang Yang teased, stuffing an unripe green apple into his pocket. Just by looking at its color, you could tell it was even sourer than the oranges he'd given him in the activity room.
So this is what retirement life is like. He suddenly realized that perhaps this kind of life isn't so bad after all.
But one day, Jiang Yang disappeared from the sanatorium without any warning.
He was the only one left in the double room. All traces of Jiang Yang had vanished, as if that arrogant little tyrant had never existed.
But just the day before, Jiang Yang was trying to persuade him to work as a caregiver.
This is a new rule set by Munashe: working as a caregiver earns points that can be redeemed for cash to travel to the outside world.
He had never worked as a caregiver.
Jiang Yang said, "It's okay. Just call me teacher and I'll teach you."
He thought about it and realized that if he could get outside, he might be able to take the opportunity to leave the sanatorium. He also wanted to go back and take revenge on his boss.
But before he could even call her "teacher," Jiang Yang tilted her head and fell asleep.
Sometimes, he even wondered if Jiang Yang was a figment of his imagination due to his schizophrenia.
Munashe said he was very ill, but he seemed to feel nothing.
This continued until the sanatorium welcomed a new batch of "caregivers".
The man in the lead was the boss who had plotted against him and Hoshino back then.
It was only after he entered the No Man's Lands that he learned that Nanke's loss of control meant that the Tower of Judgment needed to arrange for a new player to replace Nanke, and the leader thus became the second-generation head of Litanvi.
The new caregivers need to complete the tasks assigned by Munashe.
He is neither a player nor an NPC in the sanatorium. Munashe did not assign him any "jobs," which gave him a lot of room to maneuver.
The surviving player waited at the lobby settlement screen. He stood in the restaurant on the fourth floor and touched the gun tucked into his waistband. The gun was later stolen from Mu Nashe's safe by Jiang Yang.
The bullet pierced the air, creating a small vortex, and the recoil whipped his hair.
The eldest brother seemed to sense something and raised his head, meeting his determined gaze. Before he could be surprised, a bullet struck him squarely between the eyebrows.
He is an assassin.
There have been no defeats so far.
In a daze, he seemed to see Hoshino whistling at him from downstairs.
I jogged downstairs, only to find the once brightly lit lobby now pitch black.
A transparent panel appeared in front of me.
A shrill, piercing shout rang in my ears: "Welcome to No Man's Land!"
After the revelry subsided, the voice continued, "Hello, Mr. Yuejiang, I am..."
Yuejiang interrupted without hesitation: "What's your name?"
"I have no name, my editor..."
"Then you will be called Hoshino from now on."
Because he killed the boss, he was unexpectedly drawn into no man's land.
He discovered that as long as he entered the trial, Hoshino was as if he were still there, so he inexplicably spent a lot of time in the trial.
This was the day he decided to register for the Litanvik Guild Master selection.
He had just come out of a trial, and his blood-covered appearance made other players want to stay away from him.
He was nonchalant and seamlessly entered the trial tower, where he also saw Jiang Yang, who was bound at the top of the tower.
Jiang Yang is dead.
The soul shattered into pieces, falling coldly like snowflakes.
He saw Nan Ke rushing out of the tower.
Nan Ke's hand passed through the blurred, almost transparent fragments, crying out, "I'm too late!"
He was late too.
But deep down, he held a sliver of hope that Jiang Yang would return...
Bar...
Several new faces have gradually appeared in the No Man's Land.
Nan Ke, Xie Lu, Xiong Bingxin, The Hanged Man...
His partnership with Hoshino successfully quelled the leaderless situation in Letanvi, and they became the third generation of leaders in Letanvi.
I don't know how much time passed.
A mercenary guild called Mouguang surpassed Litanwei and Chariots to become the number one guild in No Man's Land.
The union president is a man named Ji Yang.
Ever since Ji Yang appeared, he had often heard of the name of the God of War, Ji Yang, but he had never had the chance to meet him.
Until one day, he applied for an employment contract with Mou Guang, and it was Ji Yang who took the order.
The photos are here.
The photo was carefully rolled up by the little tyrant and put into a slender glass bottle.
He asked the little tyrant, "Who is this?"
Xiao Bawang said, "I don't know either. I just feel that he is very important to me. Maybe it's because he's my dad."
Actually, he wasn't supposed to see it, but he secretly opened it while Xiaobawang was in solitary confinement.
He's a bit old; he might actually be Little Tyrant's father.
Memories surfaced, and he, unusually meddlesome, asked Ji Yang, "Do you remember you have a son?"
"The one whose name is Jiang Yang."
Forget it, Little Tyrant's dad isn't very reliable.
When Little Tyrant comes back, he can find him a new father.
He just waited and waited in this no-man's-land.
Finally, Jiang Yang returned.
But Jiang Yang said, "I'm not your teacher."
He knew that Jiang Yang was no longer his teacher or his little tyrant.
He was simply unable to face Hoshino's departure.
He also couldn't face Jiang Yang's departure.
"Ji Yang is dead, so you'll stay with me, okay?"
Yuejiang got up from Jiang Yang's arms and started undermining the foundation with a righteous indignation.
At this moment, Hoshino's mischievousness and Tsukie's profundity overlapped in one person.
Jiang Yang suddenly realized that they had only briefly learned about a Hoshino who no longer existed through Yuejiang's narration.
But it doesn't matter; their roaring souls will not become unfamiliar just because Hoshino is not around.
"You can't beat him."
"Don't think that just because we're friends I won't hit you."
The voices overlapped, and Jiang Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud.
He walked up to Ji Yang and opened his arms, "Do you want a hug?"
Ji Yang "reluctantly" opened his arms.
Before I could even hug him, I heard Yuejiang cough twice.
Yuejiang deliberately said, "I took some things out of the archives, do you want to see them?"
"look!"
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