Night Journey

Chapter 149 Surprise
Cillian's eyelids were as heavy as welded gates, and it took a lot of effort for him to open his eyes.

"Ugh... my head hurts so much."

He didn't know how long he had been asleep—an hour? A day? Or a week?
Fragments of memory, like the wreckage of a shipwreck, floated vaguely on the edge of consciousness—the cold glint of metal, the deafening roar, the scalding steam, and the moment Darren's scarlet prosthetic eye burst... But all of these were like looking through frosted glass, distant and unreal.

Cillian stared blankly for a while before finally coming to his senses and sitting up in bed.

The bedroom was unusually dark, with heavy curtains blocking out most of the natural light, and the air was filled with the faint smell of gunpowder and rust that lingered on his body.

Only then did Cillian realize that he had fallen asleep fully clothed because he was so exhausted.

The water stains and bloodstains on the clothes were smeared all over the sheets and blankets. After an unknown amount of time, the entire bedroom became smelly.

After a night of exhaustion, what awaits me is an unprecedented experience.

His body felt as if it no longer belonged to Ciri, heavy as if filled with lead, or as if all his bones had been emptied, sinking limply into the blankets.

Without the disturbance of nightmares, without the restlessness of the subconscious, it was a near-death sleep, pure, profound, and perfect, temporarily sealing away all fatigue and pain.

"I haven't slept so comfortably in a long time."

"Cillian murmured."

Like a puppet with rusty joints, he slowly and painstakingly raised his upper body, each tiny movement straining his back injury and aching muscles all over his body, causing him to frown and groan softly.

After taking off her dirty clothes, Cillian went into the bathroom and gave herself a thorough wash.

Hearing the sound of running water, Bruce came closer.

“You’re still alive, Cillian,” it exclaimed. “It’s unbelievable! Do you know how long you slept?”

Cillian didn't pay much attention to the time and asked casually.

"how long?"

“A whole day!” Bruce said. “You slept for a whole day and night. If I hadn’t seen you were still breathing, I would have thought you were dead.”

Hearing this, Cillian was also stunned, not expecting that he had slept for so long.

That makes sense, though. In order to kill Darren quickly, Cillian almost burned away all the soul essence and source energy in his body in one go.

The instantaneous release of heat not only dried out his brain tissue, but also raised the temperature of the icy water by several degrees.

In this situation, the fact that Cillian was able to hold on until he got home and then fainted shows that he had a strong will.

"Damn it, has anyone been looking for me during this time? Has my communicator rung?"

Cillian quickly rinsed himself off and came out wrapped in a towel.

The purge of the Claws was a great success, and the city of Hull was filled with jubilation. But only a very few people, like Cillian, understood that the crisis was not yet over.

"No, no one is looking for you."

Bruce reported solemnly, "While you were unconscious, I went out for a stroll, and the situation in Hull City seems to be quite good."

The scene was one of utter chaos and ruins, with a pile of corpses awaiting disposal. But it had to be admitted that the city garrison had indeed uprooted the evil forces almost overnight.

A large number of corpses were moved outside the city and cleaned and burned by professionals. Thick black smoke rose from the ground, like slender stone pillars, filling the area around the city.

Bruce joked, "Looking at it this way, the City Guard Bureau is actually quite kind. They've avenged you, which is much more efficient than you killing them all by yourself."

"and then?"

Cillian pulled a new uniform from the closet and quickly put it on.

"I admit, it's certainly good news that the Claws are all dead, but what about the follow-up clues? They've just gone cold."

His path of revenge is long, and the evil claws are far from the end.

The crimson sun that destroyed White Cliff Town, and the Death Clan to which the Deathbird belonged...

Bruce belatedly remarked, "Oh, right, your death list is far too long."

"Let me clarify, that's not a death list, but a list of salvation based on the principles of love and peace."

Cillian emphasized that, judging from his serious attitude, the guy wasn't joking.

"Are you serious?"

“Is there a problem?” Cillian countered. “If we kill everyone on the list, people will be happy, directly or indirectly, and the world will become a better place.”

"Uh……"

Bruce was momentarily at a loss for words to refute his fallacious reasoning, and could only offer his assessment.

"It sounds like eating junk food while taking health supplements and telling yourself that it's very healthy."

It couldn't keep up the story any longer. "Damn it, Cillian, in the end you still kill everyone on the list, don't you? What's the difference?"

Just as Cillian was about to impart this great idea discovered by Daelin to it, a rapid knocking sounded at the door.

He glanced at the clock in the living room; it was early morning, and the chiming was soft and rhythmic.

After this series of analyses, Cillian immediately determined the identity of the visitor.

Pushing open the door, a familiar and vibrant red color came into view. "Meifuni?"

Good morning, Cillian.

Mefuni lowered her head slightly, very naturally walked past Cillian, and slipped into his apartment, her eyes scanning the surroundings like a burglar searching for valuables.

Despite having tried to contact Cillian so many times, this was the first time Mafoni had ever stepped into his apartment.

"Oh, you must be Bruce."

Meifuni noticed the big dog nearby and vigorously rubbed its head.

Bruce remained silent, his expression one of pure enjoyment.

She plopped down on the living room sofa, her brow furrowed. Clearly, the young lady was not satisfied with the commoner's inferior sofa.

Do you share an apartment with someone?

Maefoni noticed that there were two sets of tableware on the table, but she remembered that Cillian had come to live alone.

As soon as she said it, Meifuni felt her heart race and her hands get hot.

Today, I barged into Cillian's house with the intention of giving him a heavy blow, but I was caught off guard by this sudden discovery.

If you directly ask whether someone is male or female, isn't that a bit too obvious? So how should you ask indirectly?
"Oh, this one, it's Bruce's."

Cillian emphasized, "Our family values ​​treating everyone equally. I usually eat with Bruce."

"what?"

Mefnie thought it was a lie full of holes, but Cillian's casual attitude made her somewhat believe it.

Are you jealous? Do you suspect he's living with another woman?

When someone asked about Mefuni, she immediately offered words of comfort.

"Hey, relax. Cillian is a psychopath who doesn't attract women. Even if someone is interested in him, it's just the kind of exotic feeling you get from observing a rare species in a zoo."

Hearing this, Meifuni felt a little relieved.

That's true. How could a weirdo like Cillian, with such low emotional intelligence, possibly win a woman's heart? It's only because I have a strong curiosity about him that I have the patience to spend time with him.

"Yeah, yeah, how could anyone possibly like this guy..."

Meifuni responded to the voice, and before she could finish speaking, all the muscles in her body tensed up.

"Who's talking!"

She stood up abruptly. This time, the young lady was truly frightened, and even the source energy within her body was mobilized.

Following the direction of the sound, they saw the white, bald dog sitting obediently on the sofa to the side.

At that moment, Cillian walked over, took Maefuni's hand, and grabbed Bruce's dog paw.

he introduced.

“Meifuni, this…this is Bruce.”

“Bruce, this is Mefnny Love.”

Bruce spoke, met with a shocked look from Maefuni.

Hello, MaeFone!

Mafone's mind went blank until Bruce opened his mouth and licked Mafone's hand, his warm, soft tongue, sticky with saliva, brushing against the back of her hand.
"what!"

Meifuni's worldview seemed to collapse, and she screamed helplessly.

Cillian quickly covered Mefuni's mouth and kept comforting her.

"Don't be nervous! Relax! It's okay! Bruce doesn't bite."

Bruce obediently flashed his pearly white teeth; it was hard to imagine that a dog could maintain such excellent dental health.

It certainly doesn't bite, but Mefuni might.

She bit Cillian's hand, causing him to release her grip in pain. The young lady then ran towards the door in a disheveled state, only to be grabbed back by Cillian.

After going back and forth like this several times, Maefuni finally calmed down, her somewhat vacant gaze shifting between Bruce and Cillian.

"A dog? A talking dog?"

"Ahem, Bruce identifies as an adult male and doesn't like being called 'just'."

Ignoring Cillian's explanation, Maefuni continued to ask.

Am I crazy?

This time it was Bruce's turn to answer, "Miss Love, you're not crazy, it's just that our situation is a bit special."

Meifuni repeatedly inhaled and exhaled, and finally, she leaned back on the sofa and laughed absurdly.

At this moment, she began to doubt herself: could she really understand everything about Cillian?
(End of this chapter)