Chapter 95 The young man at the Bright Sanatorium regained his voice, choked with emotion...
"Don't cry, don't panic, don't be afraid."
He speaks slowly and steadily, exuding a strong sense of reliability.
After Jiang Yang saw the person's face clearly, tears suddenly fell down her cheeks.
The man calmly put his arm around Jiang Yang's shoulder, patted his shoulder gently with his palm, and continued to guide him: "Good boy, try to adjust your breathing."
The young man slightly opened his mouth, and the air rushed in, compressing his blocked throat, causing him to chew unconsciously. The man was amused by his appearance and chuckled. When the young man was off guard, he pinched the young man's round nose with his index and middle fingers together, then changed his gentle tone and coldly commanded, "Exhale."
"Spit it all out."
"Let go... I... I can't breathe... I can't breathe..."
The young man regained his voice, the suffocating feeling made him tremble slightly, and his eyes filled with tears again. He grabbed the corner of the man's white coat as if begging for mercy. Seeing that the young man could no longer hold on and was sliding down, the man graciously pulled his hand back and supported him at the waist. With a smile on his lips, he leaned down to the man's ear and praised him generously, "Well done, good boy."
When Yuejiang finally arrived at the restaurant, he saw Jiang Yang being held in someone's arms, looking pitiful like a puppy being manipulated. This made him realize that his desire for Jiang Yang was growing stronger.
Before he could do anything, he heard the familiar noises coming from the corridor. A hint of resentment flashed in his eyes, but he had no choice but to leave quickly through the staff passage in the back of the restaurant kitchen.
The man seemed to sense something and looked towards the door. The hand on the young man's waist tightened unconsciously. He curled his lips and said casually, "I'll take you back to your room."
"I...I haven't eaten..."
"I'll have someone bring you food later. What would you like to eat?"
"Egg pancake!"
The man left with Jiang Yang, and the commotion subsided. But in a corner of the restaurant, a bowl on the table suddenly and inexplicably cracked. The culprit, 007, took out a tissue to wipe his hands. His face, which was on the verge of collapse, was hidden under a silver-white mask. Only the soup that spilled out from the crack silently expressed the emotions he had witnessed.
Sitting next to him, Huang Si couldn't help but swallow hard, then quickly buried his head in the bowl in front of him under the other's gaze. It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
Huang Er arrived with 008, but the difference was that Huang Er had just eaten melon and was carrying his meal back, while 008 had rushed over with what he thought was freshly baked melon.
Huang Er asked in confusion, "Why is the bowl broken?"
008 screamed: "Aaaaaah! Do you know who I just saw?!"
Huang Si, focused solely on eating, with only 007 and 008 visible to him. He gave a vague "hmm" to Huang Er's question, but noticing Huang Er's movement as he was about to sit down next to him, he quickly stopped him, saying, "Second Brother! You...you sit across from me!"
"You're so noisy," 007 said indifferently.
Huang Er didn't understand but did as he was told. When Huang Si heard 007's words, even though they weren't directed at him, he also shut his mouth tightly again.
Only 008 remained, mocking recklessly, "No, aren't you curious who it is?"
007 knew who it was, of course: Munasher, the director of the Bright Sanatorium.
007 remained expressionless.
008 laughed so hard he almost fell over. "I get it! You saw it, didn't you? Your dog ran off with someone else... hahahahaha... your dog ran off with someone else, someone stole your boyfriend! Hahahahaha..."
"Have you found the target yet? As far as I know, you're currently ranked last in performance. If this monitoring task fails, you'll be eliminated," 007 retorted without changing his expression.
008: No more giggling.
One observer complained: "008, why did you provoke him?"
008 angrily sat down next to Huang Er and stole an egg. With the egg stuck in his throat, he hurriedly picked up the cup next to Huang Er and gulped it down. This time, Huang Er really couldn't ignore it. However, although only the monitored person could see and hear the judge's words, he still politely greeted the air: "Your Excellency the Judge."
Huang Er knew that Huang Si's trial was being monitored, but even after he pressed Huang Si repeatedly, Huang Si refused to reveal the reason for the monitoring.
008 burped and nodded to Huang Er with feigned arrogance.
007 visibly disliked 008's actions, but given their long-standing working partnership, he didn't continue to undermine 008 in front of Huang Si.
But the problem is that 008 can't find Yuejiang.
In addition, 007 discovered many other inconsistencies.
For example, today is January 8th. Although the trial time may not be synchronized with the time in No Man's Land, they were put on trial on January 6th, which is exactly one day apart.
For example, there's Jiang Yang, whom he met here. Logically speaking, there's still some time before Jiang Yang's regular trial. There's also Li Sheng, who is in charge of newcomer assessments in the guild and hardly needs to conduct trials.
Most importantly, all players suffer from a specific mental illness.
Could it be a trial setting...?
Before long, Huang Er had finished eating and was calling Huang Si to leave.
The player's current task is to obtain their medical records, so Huang Er plans to find an opportunity to visit the dean's office.
Before leaving, Huang Si secretly glanced at 007, just as 007 turned his gaze towards him. 007 did not intend to follow Huang Si completely for the time being, but to avoid the same fate as 008 where he could not find anyone, he took out the Lock of Desire.
The chain was wrapped around Huang Si's wrist. 007 pressed the panel to activate the positioning function, and the chain disappeared, leaving only its cold metallic texture to remind Huang Si of its presence.
When Huang Si looked up again, Huang Er had already walked nearly ten meters away. As he pondered 007's intentions, he heard 007 say, "People may not be able to keep up, but don't go the wrong way. Go."
At that moment, Huang Si realized it.
What he tried so hard to hide from Huang Er was completely seen through by 007.
But he had no other choice.
Having only eaten one egg, 008 still found it unappetizing and began craning his neck to search for the next lucky diner.
007 rolled his eyes in exasperation, got up, hooked his arm around 008's neck, and dragged him out of the restaurant.
What are you doing!
"Shut up, do you still want to find a partner?"
One sentence hit 008's weak spot: if he fails to complete the monitoring task, he may indeed be eliminated, and once eliminated, an unknown outcome awaits him.
"No way! What the hell am I supposed to find a partner for?!" 008 bared his teeth and brandished his claws.
...
Yuejiang will be back earlier.
Hearing the approaching footsteps outside, he opened the door before Munashe could.
At the doorway, Jiang Yang was still being held in Mu Nashe's arms, her face flushed, looking as if she were drunk and dizzy. When she saw the door open, she looked up, squinted, and carefully examined the person's face before calling out his name with perfect accuracy.
"Yuejiang".
"You still remember me?" Yuejiang's tone was tinged with disbelief.
His initial frustration at returning from delivering the test results to find Jiang Yang gone vanished instantly. He restrained himself and reached out his hand to Mu Nashe, saying, "Leave the person to me now, Dean."
Munashe ignored his actions, lowered her head and kissed Jiang Yang's forehead. "Good boy, I still have work to do and can't stay with you all the time. You are free to do whatever you want today. I will come to see you when I have time."
Jiang Yang didn't show any emotion, but suddenly noticed the hem of his clothes that he was still clutching tightly. He pretended to be calm and hid it behind his back, then tilted his head up and said coquettishly, "Then you have to remember my delicious crab burger."
[Observation Room of Guangming Sanatorium - Yuejiang's Perspective]
"Ahhh, Jiang Yangyang looks so cute like this! Ahhh, Mommy, kiss me!"
"Seriously, what's up with this dean?! Isn't the dean an NPC?!"
"Can I fast forward?! Help! I need to know what's going on!"
Mu Nashe let go of Jiang Yang's hand and watched her enter the room. Only then did his gaze finally fall on Yue Jiang. Their eyes met, but Yue Jiang showed no emotion. Mu Nashe, on the other hand, quickly looked away, but then followed the protruding bridge of Yue Jiang's nose under the mask.
The black jeans barely concealed Yuejiang's disheveled state. Mu Nashe chuckled and said, "Don't forget, you're a patient too."
"Are you crazy?" Yuejiang seemed to have her defenses broken down, and slammed the door shut.
...
Yuejiang was naturally aware of her unusual behavior.
The tight jeans accentuated his body shape, and he didn't even dare to cross the threshold into the room.
"Jiang Yang".
"What's wrong?"
Yuejiang leaned against the bathroom door. "What are you doing?"
Before the young man could respond, he saw the blanket that the young man had pulled back through a tricky angle in the dressing mirror opposite him.
And in the mirror, he sees himself tormented by desire.
"I'm a little... sleepy," the young man said, his voice soft with fatigue.
His breathing became heavy, and he tried hard to control it so as not to be noticed. "I'm so happy that you remember me."
"sorry."
"Why apologize?"
"Forgetting Yuejiang made Yuejiang unhappy."
"Jiang Yang, don't apologize."
If anyone has to apologize, it should be him.
He was uncontrollably desecrating his gods.
"Yuejiang," he thought he heard someone calling him.
He asked Jiang Yang, "Are you calling me?"
No, this isn't Jiang Yang. Jiang Yang didn't speak.
He pressed his hand to his heart, and the sound became clear in his mind.
"Yuejiang! You big idiot!"
It's Hoshino.
Finally, as if fleeing, he flung open the bathroom door and rushed in. Cold water poured over his clothes, soaking him completely. He took off his mask, stared at his lustful reflection in the mirror, and slapped himself in a fit of rage.
Seemingly still not satisfied, he took out a utility knife and slashed his wrist hard, blood splattering onto the corner of his eye. He muttered, "Not enough," and then slashed again.
Blood filled the entire pool, but he simply wrapped a cloth around his wrist and calmly washed away the stains.
Munashe is right, he's fucking sick!
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Author's Note: Note! There are no arrows pointing at Yuejiang and Jiangyang!
I'll tell you later if Yuejiang is really sick!
All the players in the Bright Sanatorium have mental illnesses!
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