Mygo, you guys seem to be getting a bit heavy-hearted.

It's like grasping a piece of cheap plastic—it has no warmth and little elasticity.

Oh no... he's actually this thin.

'No, you've got it wrong.' Yanming twisted his wrist, struggling to shake off Miaomeng's hand, and then put his fingertips into Miaomeng's palm.

"...Huh? Yanming, are you going to write?" With such a straightforward prompt, Miaomeng quickly understood what Yanming meant, and immediately opened her palm to allow his fingers to move more easily.

"Don't worry about me." Miao Meng read out the words Yan Ming had written on her palm, one word at a time. "I'm... fine?"

This doesn't look like anything's wrong at all... Even if you're lying, you should at least come up with a plausible reason.

Your nonchalant attitude... even someone like me would feel sorry for you...

"The doctor has told me everything... Yanming, have you been hiding your illness from us all along?"

After he finished speaking, Miaomeng felt his fingers frantically swiping across her palm, and then he wrote even more diligently.

"You didn't tell them, did you?" Miaomeng nodded. "...Yes, I haven't had a chance to tell anyone else yet, but..."

Suddenly, Yanming's arm swung violently, gripping her hand tightly with incredible force.

The meaning it wants to convey is so obvious that it doesn't need to be expressed in words.

"Don't get agitated... I understand... I understand..." Miao Meng quickly reached out her other hand and placed it on Yan Ming's cold hand, trying her best to soothe him. "I won't say... I won't say..."

As if her words had an effect, Yanming's hand loosened and fell onto the bed.

"But... is this really okay?" Miao Meng looked at Yan Ming, who was still as stubborn as a mule even in this state, and her eyes reddened again. "They... clearly care about you more than I do..."

After saying that, she carefully pulled Yanming's index finger into her palm and waited quietly for his reply.

However, Yanming's answer left her feeling bewildered.

"That's precisely why we can't tell them."

“I know my situation better than anyone else; I’m beyond saving.”

What is even more incurable than his physical ailments is his personality.

The soul is one of the most precious things the world has given to humankind.

Each person's soul has its own corresponding color and characteristics.

Some traits are determined by nature, but others can be cultivated through nurture.

The qualities of the soul determine a person's way of thinking and behavioral logic... It can be said that, apart from memory, the soul is the second most important mark on a human being, and also the only capital for establishing "self".

But there was one oddball whose soul was a complete blank.

It's not white, it's blank.

This thing, which cannot be called human, wrapped its twisted soul in every color it had ever seen, disguised itself as colorful and diverse, and silently blended into the crowd.

He has no "self," and even the existence of his "id" is questioned.

The "id" is the instinct of living beings to seek survival... but he seems to be instinctively resisting this instinct.

They don't know the meaning of living, or why they live.

Physical pain and mental numbness.

Perhaps he should have chosen to leave more than a year ago.

As for why it was delayed until now... Yanming himself couldn't quite figure it out.

"Don't be sad for me, this is my own choice."

"Could you use my phone to let Xiaoxiang know I'm safe? The phone is in the white bag on that table over there. Just take it out and put it next to me."

After writing this long string of words, Yanming had almost exhausted his remaining strength once again.

The brain also began to feel dizzy due to insufficient oxygen supply.

Miao Meng believed him as usual and placed the black phone beside him without any suspicion, even thoughtfully turning on the screen saver for Yan Ming.

She soon regretted her actions.

'I'm sorry, dear Miaomeng, I've been neglecting your feelings all this time.'

'Let's go back. ’

'Don't associate with someone like me anymore.'

As an app on the phone's home screen was launched, a pink halo flashed and was imprinted in Miaomeng's eyes before she could react.

In an instant, the mind briefly detected the signs of alteration.

What's this……?!!

She seemed to realize

"No..." Miao Meng closed her eyes in despair, but such an action was of no use.

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memory

Under modification

It is irresistible and unstoppable.

We can't leave Yanming here alone...

We can't leave him here alone...

I finally had the chance to stand next to him... I finally realized my dream...

but

"Who is Yanming?" Miaomeng was taken aback. Her strange expression and behavior attracted the attention of passersby on the street, which made her blush. She quickly put the strange thought out of her mind and quickened her pace.

What is she thinking?

You finally got an interview video with an industry expert, and instead of hurrying back to edit, release, and promote it, you have time to act crazy on the street?

Meow Dream, Meow Dream... When did you become so nonsensical?

"Hmph~ Hmph~" Because she was about to be showered with immense wealth, she was in an exceptionally bright mood today, and even hummed a song softly on her way back.

I don't remember the song title, and it doesn't matter who sang it.

It doesn't matter...

Miao Meng's knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the street, staring blankly at the transparent tears on her palms.

"……Eh?"

What does it feel like?

Why did she cry?

My heart...it hurts so much...

Chapter 257 Accomplice

……

"Something came up outside... I won't be home for the next few days?" Xiangzi stared at the text message on his phone, his expression gradually becoming uncontrollable. "Huh? Hu ...

When Xiangzi remembered to call Yanming, all he heard on the other end of the line was a busy signal.

……

"Dr. Gao! The patient in ICU 104 is missing!"

"What?!" The doctor was so shocked by the news that his white coat almost burst open. He quickly asked, "When was it discovered?"

"When I went to give him his medication in the afternoon, he was already gone... Later, I checked the security footage, but I didn't find any trace of him..."

"This, how is this possible..." The burly man, weighing nearly 200 pounds, looked as distressed as a helpless child. "When was he admitted to the hospital? Can you contact his family?"

"The admission date was two days ago, and there are no family members...?"

"What the hell are you doing, you idiot?!"

……

"...Ahem."

This is the last one.

After coughing, Yanming stood in front of the door and pulled up his hood.

With only a few days left before the deadline set by the system, he dared not gamble everything on that unreliable guy, so he had to make preparations for his funeral before he completely lost his ability to move.

Yanming conceived the idea of ​​using such thought-altering tools as soon as he learned that they could actually work.

He didn't want to leave, he didn't want to leave so soon.

But he... didn't want anyone to shed tears because of his departure.

The narrow ventricles of the heart are inherently unable to bear such heavy emotions.

He was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of being forgotten... At most, it was just a little regrettable.

After visiting the friends he had made during this period and doing what he could for them, Yanming came here.

Having bypassed all the security systems, Yanming stood in front of the high-end security door.

Then he rang the doorbell.

……

"Who is it? Is Mom back?" Nagasaki Motoyo, dressed in her pajamas, put down her phone and looked at the doorbell ringing suddenly, a sense of unease rising within her.

Generally speaking, if Mom doesn't give prior notice, it means she won't be home for dinner, and she has a key.

After ruling out the possibility of wanting to surprise myself...

So, the people who are here now... could it be Aine and the others?

Not many people know my home address; only a few people from crychic and mygo！ ...

Of all the people who come here most often, it's Aine... But if it really is her, what would she be doing coming here at this hour?

You know, we still have to go to school tomorrow.

Su Shi walked to the door, and just in case, glanced at the peephole before opening it.

...She saw a bloodshot, jet-black pupil staring at her mockingly from the cat's eye.

"Whoaaaaaah!!" Caught off guard, Su Shi was so frightened that she stumbled backward.

After all, she was just a sixteen-year-old girl, and she had never seen anything like this before.

Is it a ghost? Or a stalker?

When did you get here?!

Where are the security guards downstairs? Why didn't they notice?

The thought of the other party breaking down the door made Su Shi tremble with fear.

But sitting idly by would only make things worse. She swallowed hard, got up from the ground, and mustered her courage to look through the peephole on the door once more.

...This time, her eyes met a pink light.

Nagasaki Motoyo, a complete freeloader.

……

Yanming silently put his phone away.

He found it amusing, but also somewhat helpless, that it had been so easy to succeed.

This child... he always manages to surprise him.

And isn't this level of vigilance a bit too low?

“Hmm…” Su Shi’s eyes were vacant. She opened the door and stared blankly at the hooded man in black standing in the doorway. “Please come in…”

Yanming spoke hoarsely, his voice dry and broken: "Next time... if a stranger knocks on the door, remember to... ask first, don't just stick your head out through the peephole without saying a word."

Su Shi nodded: "Okay, I will pay attention."