Chapter 130 The Brightness Sanatorium seemed to be calming an agitated large...
"Ji Yang..."
Jiang Yang's lower back ached from the metal railing, and her spine bent into a fragile arc, making her look like a shrimp curled up on a frying pan.
He was forced to tilt his head back, his breath was completely taken away, a slight feeling of suffocation spread through his chest, and even his eyelashes were covered with a layer of physiological mist.
Indifference was shattered by the impact. In the midst of the chaos, he gradually regained his senses and recalled what he had just said to Ji Yang. A look of annoyance crossed his face.
Distracted for a moment, I was bitten on the tip of my tongue, not too hard, not too soft.
His lips were squeezed out of shape, and he gasped. He instinctively climbed onto Ji Yang's shoulder, and then gradually adjusted his posture under that fervent possessiveness.
It's like soothing an agitated large dog, patiently and slowly calming its restlessness.
In the dimly lit stairwell, only the sound of intertwined breathing could be heard.
The echo reverberated through the hallway, and Jiang Yang immediately covered the person's mouth and coaxed softly, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll take you to play Big Fish and Little Fish, okay?"
The husky buried its head in Jiang Yang's shoulder and sobbed, "He kissed me..."
Jiang Yang stroked his hair gently: "It's okay, it's okay, it's my kiss."
“However,” Jiang Yang changed the subject, raising her head with a gaze that seemed to penetrate the walls and reach the activity room: “He might have run into some trouble.”
At first, after Ji Yang noticed his abnormality, he was able to barely regain his composure.
But the moment Munashe stepped into the activity room, he clearly sensed the loss of control of his consciousness, and only then did he realize the connection between himself and Munashe. Of course, there might also be the reason that Munashe no longer deliberately hid it.
Ji Yang thought he was different from Mu Nashe, but in reality he didn't feel anything. If he had a choice, Mu Nashe wouldn't exist in this way.
He was fortunate that, at least under duress, he had Ji Yang by his side, which prevented him from completely losing his way in the endless trials.
But why would Munasher suddenly send out such a signal...?
After the first day of playing cards, everyone was noticeably more cautious the second time.
Ma Liang stared hesitantly at the 2 of spades in his hand. The last time something unexpected happened was with the woman's 7 of spades. After thinking for a moment, he silently put the card face down.
Turning to the woman's side, she was still sitting with number 3 and number 10. She had three cards left in her hand: the 2 of diamonds, the 4 of hearts, and the 8 of clubs.
Number 10 has not played any cards yet; the four cards he is holding are the 6 of diamonds, the 9 of spades, the 10 of hearts, and the 10 of clubs.
As for number 3, after playing the 3 of diamonds last night, he originally had the 3 of spades, the 4 of clubs, and the Queen of hearts left. After Yang Yi died, he mustered up his courage and looted Yang Yi's things, which naturally included Yang Yi's playing cards. As a result, he got two more Aces of clubs and Jacks of spades, but he chose not to tell anyone else.
Jiang Yang: "Just a reminder, stay away from mirrors."
"Because what's in the mirror will replace you."
As luck would have it, he happened to have a mirror in his hand because of that 3 of diamonds.
He was initially relieved that Block 3 hadn't posed any danger, but whether it was due to lack of sleep or Jiang Yang's warning, he remained somewhat absent-minded.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as his gaze fell on the 2 of diamonds in the woman's hand. There were still three 2s left in the player's hand, but no one had made a move yet.
A crazy idea sprouted in his mind: he wanted to take a gamble, to see if a new mirror would appear in the woman's square.
"Go out."
He urged her in a low voice, and the woman hesitated slightly: "I'm torn between the 2 of Diamonds and the 4 of Hearts."
He deliberately led the discussion: "I think we can play the 2 of Diamonds. At least for now, there haven't been any unusual occurrences with the Diamond cards."
The woman keenly sensed something was amiss and asked in confusion, "But the red heart doesn't seem to be acting strangely either."
Number 3's face was half-lit and half-shadowed in the dim light: "Then how can you be sure that Number 4 died because of the spades? Don't forget he also had two hearts."
The woman still felt uneasy, but Number 3's expression darkened completely, and an invisible pressure spread...
"Oh well..."
She stood up and walked towards Munashe.
Just then, a dark shadow silently flashed past the mirror that Number 3 had put in his pocket.
A moment later, the woman returned, clutching a rusty mechanical device in her hand, its gears exposed and making a faint "clicking" sound.
Number 3 snatched it away, but when his fingertips touched the cold metal, his brows furrowed in confusion; it wasn't what he had expected.
He muttered something unconsciously. The woman didn't hear what he said. Just as she was about to ask, the ring of light around Munashe suddenly disappeared as if it had been extinguished out of thin air.
What's even more chilling is that the surrounding space began to dissolve and collapse, and in the blink of an eye, it fell into a void of deathly silence, leaving only her and Number 3.
The woman's gasp caught in her throat, turning into a distorted and bizarre emphasis.
Her voice was sometimes high-pitched like a child's, and sometimes aged like an old woman's.
The situation of number 3 next to him was even more terrifying. His body also underwent drastic changes. One second he was a strong, muscular young man, and the next second he curled up into a thin, bony old man.
"Ah...uh..." He tried to speak, but his vocal cords were strained and only produced broken syllables.
Amidst the chaotic and distorted light and shadow, Number 3 clearly saw what was in his hand. He instinctively reached into his pocket, only to find it empty. Startled, he threw the item away.
It's not a mirror, not a gear; the object floats in the air, fitting together perfectly to form a complete pocket watch with a click.
The only meaning of the square has always been time.
The shadowy figure also seeped into the space through the reflection of the watch face, still wrapped in a cloak, and spoke to the woman in a tone that was neither too loud nor too soft: "Kill him, and I'll let you go."
The woman trembled violently as she looked at Number 3, whose face was constantly contorting in the storm of time.
"I...I can't do it..."
"Tsk," the shadowy figure clicked its tongue contemptuously, then turned to Number 3, its voice full of sarcasm: "Trash like you think you can be replaced by me?"
Although he longed to leave the sanatorium, not just anyone could catch his eye. What kind of person would push a woman out to block his way?
Unfortunately, the shadowy figure lost interest and began to dissipate: "Since you don't want to leave, then forget it."
"etc!"
A loud shout shattered the silence as Number 10 charged out, his sharp shards of glass like venomous fangs, piercing Number 3's neck with precision and ruthlessness.
...In the activity room, the moment the woman and Number 3 disappeared, Number 10, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly stood up.
Seeing that he hadn't made a move, Munashe asked, "Are you going to play a card?"
But he didn't have the number 4 in his hand, so he could only reluctantly sit back down. After he sat down dejectedly, his fingertips suddenly touched a card left on the seat next to him. It was the Ace of Clubs.
The three of them initially exchanged information, and it was revealed that the Ace of Clubs was not owned by number three.
A terrible thought exploded in his mind. He angrily grabbed the Ace of Clubs, strode over to Munashe, and handed it over.
Within the rules, it can be the sum of numbers.
The plum blossom symbolizes a clue about the sanatorium. The moment the card left his hand, a hidden door appeared in the wall of the activity room according to his wishes. He rushed into the door without hesitation and just heard the slightly seductive whisper from the shadowy figure.
At that moment, Number 3 was killed instantly. The woman, who had recovered from her shock, screamed and lunged at Number 10, who simply endured the blow silently.
Why did you kill him?!
The woman screamed, her fingernails scratching bloody marks on Number 10's face. Number 10 pushed her away and bent down to search through Number 3's still-warm body.
When he found the card that clearly didn't belong to number 3 in the body's inner pocket, his fingers trembled. He held the evidence up to the woman, his voice shaking with anger: "Look closely! He's lying to you!"
"Have you forgotten what information he got from Ji Yang?"
Mirror!! A substitute mirror!! That's why #3 insisted on letting her play the 2 of cubes!!
The truth hit her like a bucket of ice water; the woman collapsed to the ground, her desperate cries echoing in the void.
The shadowy figure silently watched the farce unfold, then shook its head and left.
When Number 3 dies, the "mirror" that Number 3 unlocks shatters, the shackles of time are broken, and the outline of the activity room gradually emerges.
Only then did the woman realize that even without the shadowy figure, one of them, her or Number 3, had to die in order to escape. As for who would survive in the end...
The Ace of Clubs and the Jack of Spades ended up in number 10's hand. Munashe held the card number 3 in his hand, his voice even more regretful than when number 4 died: "What a pity, another of our patients has died unexpectedly. So, his cards will be invalid and you can't use them."
But this time, unlike number 4, no one appeared to replace number 3.
Number 3 is completely dead.
"Rippling..."
Ji Yang's voice had a slight nasal tone as he took Jiang Yang's hand and wiped it on her face.
Jiang Yang let him do as he pleased, and gently wiped his reddened eyes with her fingertips with her other hand: "Don't feel wronged, puppy."
"You called me a puppy again! I'm not a dog!"
He wrinkled his nose in protest, and Jiang Yang leaned forward, running his fingers through his hair, his eyes half-closed as he bit his lip: "Then I'll be your dog?"
The rapid pounding of his heart exploded beside his ear, and Ji Yang instinctively pressed his hand to his chest.
From feeling uneasy in the face of "Jiang Yang" to feeling completely lost in the face of Jiang Yang, he suddenly lost his composure.
However, this loss of control did not last long. Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps sounded downstairs. Ji Yang snapped back to his senses and instinctively took Jiang Yang's hand, shielding her behind him.
He turned around, and his gaze met Jiang Yang's in the air. Without saying a word, Jiang Yang assessed the situation and took out the key to the treatment room.
But the footsteps were getting closer, and it was too late for them to slip past and enter the treatment room. Ji Yang thought for a moment, and a talent card with a dark, flowing light appeared in his hand.
With a flick of the wrist, shadows shifted, and a huge cloak appeared, completely enveloping the two of them.
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