After drawing cards, the evil god became my source of吐槽 (tu cao, a form of humorous commentary/criti

Chapter 35 Bloodstained Hospital (14)

He stood there, his hands clenching unconsciously, his palms soaked with cold sweat.

003 never imagined that he would one day be taking orders from a little girl and even following her to save people.

He didn't understand that he had been mentally corrupted at some point, completely unaware and unprepared. It wasn't until An Jing suddenly reminded him that there was actually no sound in his earpiece.

He had always believed that he and He Lin were in communication, but in fact, the entire conversation... he didn't know when, perhaps from the very beginning, was a fabricated auditory hallucination.

They've been corrupted by their minds.

This was not a minor interference, but a precise and meticulous embedded control that simulated He Lin's tone, logic, instructions, and even deduced a reasonable tactical behavior process.

If it weren't for An Jing, I would have led the team into the trap until... everyone was wiped out.

003 gritted his teeth, trying to stop himself from thinking about it any further.

He can only do one thing now: listen to An Jing.

The girl remained calm throughout.

Even when faced with looming mental pollution, surrounded by false signals, and strangers posing as lamplighters, she did not panic. She simply confirmed, assessed, and then made a judgment.

The fact that this mystery could cause mental pollution to him indicates that it is a high-level mental pollution mystery.

003 took a deep breath and confirmed that there were dilapidated walls on both sides behind him, with no hidden openings or other ways to escape.

And that figure was slowly approaching.

His steps remained steady, neither too fast nor too slow, as if everything was under his control.

"Don't make the first move," An Jing whispered, his voice so soft it was as if he were talking to thin air.

"I know." 003's gaze locked onto the other person, his fingertips gripping the detonator tightly. "I'll throw it after you say it's okay, alright?"

"Ok.

They stopped talking.

The atmosphere seemed to freeze at a certain critical point for a moment; the cramped space made even breathing difficult.

at this time.

An Jing suddenly felt something gently grab her arm.

The force was too light, like the wind brushing against the skin.

She ducked her head sharply.

It's Ruan Ruan.

She opened her eyes at some point, her face pale, her forehead beaded with sweat, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

But those eyes were full of pleading.

Transparent tears, almost shimmering with light, clung to her eyelashes, teetering on the verge of falling.

She gripped An Jing's sleeve, her fingers twitching slightly, as if she were trying her best to express something.

An Jing wanted to ask something, but was afraid that Dr. Du would hear her, so she asked with her eyes.

"You want me to help you stop?"

Ruan Ruan nodded gently.

She can't speak anymore.

But An Jing understood what was in those eyes.

She is making a request.

I asked her to do something that was extremely important to her.

There was no fear in her eyes, only an extremely restrained and pleading emotion, as if saying, "Do it now."

An Jing paused for a moment, then turned to look at Dr. Du.

The latter was looking down at the instrument, his gaze focused, his movements as gentle and steady as ever, as if he had no idea of ​​the changes in the girl behind him.

An Jing then looked at Ruan Ruan.

"Are you sure?" she asked in a low voice.

Ruan Ruan closed her eyes briefly, a subtle gesture that seemed like a farewell, or perhaps a gritted-teeth "okay."

The first tear slid down her cheek.

For a moment, An Jing almost wavered.

But she knew... she couldn't hesitate any longer.

She slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips touching the first cable connected to Ruan Ruan's body—thin, warm with the current flowing through it.

Her movements were very gentle, as if she were dismantling something fragile.

Snapped--

A very faint disconnection sound rang out clearly in the silence.

"what are you doing?"

Dr. Du turned around abruptly, his voice almost shrill. His movements were even faster than his voice; he didn't even have time to steady the instruments before he lunged forward.

"Stop! Are you crazy? She can't pull these out! She can't take it!"

An Jing ignored him.

She did not pull out the second one immediately.

She looked at Ruan Ruan, her eyes showing a rare hint of hesitation.

"Really... do you want to do this?"

She asked softly, as if confirming for the last time.

Ruan Ruan trembled slightly, almost unable to move, but her eyes were wide open, staring intently at An Jing.

Then, with all his might, he nodded.

An Jing gritted her teeth, turned around, and reached out again.

The second root.

The third root.

Her hand didn't tremble, but it carried a heavy, almost cutting pain.

With each hair she pulled out, Dr. Du broke down a little more.

"What exactly do you want? Weren't you supposed to save her? Why have you gone mad now?!"

Dr. Du lunged at her like a madman, but was stopped by 003.

"Don't touch her!" 003 growled.

"She's killing her!" Dr. Du roared.

003 was also confused.

He didn't know what An Jing was trying to do.

Wasn't she calm and rational? Wasn't she trying to save this little girl?

What is she doing now?
An Jing remained silent.

Her gaze remained calm as always, but her movements became increasingly rapid.

Pull out the last one.

The instrument emitted a low beep, the main unit's core light flashed briefly, and then went out.

Ruan Ruan trembled violently.

Dr. Du let out a painful, low cry: "No!!!"

But An Jing suddenly grabbed Ruan Ruan's shoulder and whispered, "Ruan Ruan, it's okay now."

She didn't know if the girl could still hear.

Ruan Ruan's body twitched slightly.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, her lips turned white, and her eyes seemed to be trying hard to focus, but she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly.

She frowned in pain, her lips trembled as if she were about to cry, but she held it back with all her might.

But that expression was even more heartbreaking than crying.

She finally spoke, her voice so faint it was like dust blown by the wind, almost inaudible.

"...So light."

Are you referring to her physical body? Or to the feeling after those tubes were removed?
No one can truly understand the real meaning of that sentence.

But An Jing understood that it wasn't a painful groan, but rather a kind of... relief.

At that moment, An Jing even felt a trace of calm appear on her face.

It didn't feel like the fragility of someone nearing death, but rather like the relief of finally being able to stop struggling after making some decision.

"Ruan Ruan!" Dr. Du's voice suddenly rang out, and he rushed to her side.

He was still yelling at An Jing for "going crazy" and shouting at 003, but now, all of that has disappeared.

He knelt on the ground, his face pale, as if he had suddenly fallen into an abyss from anger.

“Just a little bit more…” he murmured, clutching his head in his hands, his voice trembling, “Just a little bit more… I was almost there, I really… just a little bit more…”

He seemed to be speaking to someone else, but also to himself.

His voice trembled more and more, and the last sentence suddenly rose in pitch, sounding like a sob:

"I didn't want to hurt her, I just wanted her to live!"

At that moment, he was not Dr. Du.

He was just a father.

(End of this chapter)