【If Heaven Has Feelings】(41)

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Chapter 41
Where am I? It's
so hot! Why is it so hot here? My whole body feels like it's being burned by flames. The fluid in my veins
is about to burst out. Before my eyes is a raging inferno. Could it be that the fire god Zhurong has descended to earth in his chariot,
burning the entire world a crimson red, illuminating the dark night with unparalleled light, as if to sweep away
all evil and wickedness?
In an instant, I suddenly realized that all the heat around me had been sucked away, followed by a bone
-chilling cold. My limbs were immersed in icy water, and the salty smell of the ocean filled my nostrils
. Except for the towering flames behind me, everything in front of me was pitch black. I struggled to move
my limbs, swimming like a sailfish in the dark blue sea.
I swam incredibly fast, thanks to my father who took me to the river to practice swimming since I was little. Now, my
arms, legs, and body have all grown much larger, and each movement propels me forward a great distance. The firelight behind me
gradually dimmed as I swam, and I vaguely heard a few firecracker-like explosions coming from that direction
before everything was plunged into endless darkness again.
The light behind me finally disappeared, and the moon had vanished that night. Apart from
a few twinkling stars in the sky, everything around me was pitch black. I didn't know where I was swimming,
but I couldn't stop. In this icy sea, the slightest lapse in concentration could
freeze my hands and feet, and I could be buried beneath this vast blue graveyard.
I swam with the ocean current for an unknown amount of time, but the darkness before me remained unchanged. My initial confidence in my stamina
began to wane; my swimming strokes slowed, my eyelids drooped desperately, and I
involuntarily swallowed several mouthfuls of saltwater. Then, I seemed to hear a familiar voice: "If you
close your eyes in the sea, you'll never open them again."
These words struck me like an electric shock. I immediately bit my lip hard, the sharp
pain instantly jolting me awake. I quickly lifted my half-closed eyelids and, using the momentum,
swam faster, silently repeating the words to myself.
"I can't sleep, I can't collapse here, I have to go back home." "There are people
waiting for me at home, Mom. Are you alright? Why haven't you come to see me? What happened to you?
Don't trust those people, you must wait for me to come back." I silently prayed, continuing to swim forward with all my might.
The sky grew darker and darker, and eventually even the few stars disappeared. A biting wind began to blow across the sea
, and I felt the water beneath me begin to tremble restlessly, foreshadowing an impending storm
.
The storm arrived as expected. For the first time in my life, I witnessed the power and cruelty of the ocean. The sea, like a
capricious tyrant, stretched out its huge and strong arms, whipping up terrifying waves that
pressed down like moving hills, threatening to tear apart, crush, and grind all living things
into dust and ashes.
In the midst of the raging waves, how insignificant and helpless human strength is! I could only desperately paddle my
limbs, trying to dodge the surging waves. Swimming in the waves consumes far more energy than usual.
In the gaps between the waves, I could not only not move forward, but even maintaining my balance was difficult. Several smaller
waves crashed over me, making me dizzy. I was already exhausted, but I still
stubbornly persevered.
"I can't be defeated. I must live. I still have so many things to do. I have
someone's trust on my shoulders. I can't just give up like this. What will happen to them if I fall?" I seemed to
see Uncle Wei's face and the six years I spent with him in the same hospital room. How did he
save me in the prison on this mad island? How did he carefully pass on all his skills to me? Without him, I could not have
grown so tall and strong. Even though the food on mad island was so bad, he would do everything he could
to increase my nutrition. Not to mention, I learned so much life experience and the rules of the world from his words and deeds.
He not only opened a path to the outside world for me through his wisdom and perseverance, but
also sacrificed his life to hold up the collapsing
beam when we were trapped by the raging fire. I still remember the way he stood tall in the flames, his hair and beard burned away, but
he struggled to straighten his back, supporting the collapsing door like a majestic god.
I will never forget this scene. His words before he was swallowed by the fire kept echoing in my ears: "
Go quickly, no matter how difficult it is, never give up." "Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up...
" I silently repeated these words, persevering in the raging storm, but the storm did not slacken because of my strength
, but instead became more violent and unreasonable. I was exhausted, my hands and feet were numb, and I
vaguely felt that my limbs were about to cramp. The waves continued to rage relentlessly, and I seemed to hear the faint
sound of a ship's horn in the storm. This sound gave me my last bit of strength, and I swam in that direction, using my increasingly unresponsive limbs.
Just then, a tall wave crashed down from behind, lifting me out of the water. I thought I saw
a long, dark shadow in the distance, and then a wave as tall as a ten-story building rose up and
crashed down on me with overwhelming force. I felt a powerful blow to my chest, and everything went black. I immediately lost
consciousness.
I opened my eyes wide, observing the scenery 1300 meters away through the scope. Nestled between two small hills
, the mighty Yangtze River made a bend. Due to the continuous decline in the water volume of the lower reaches of the Yangtze in recent years,
a large wetland had formed along the riverbank. The waist-high reeds had become an ideal habitat for birds. The reeds were half-submerged in the water
, and beneath the seemingly clear surface lay mudflats tens of meters deep. If one's feet lingered even slightly, they would sink into
the mud from which they could not extricate themselves.
I was standing on a small rock in the swamp, eroded over time by the river, its surface covered with...
The area was covered in mud and sand, overgrown with grass and moss, just the right size to accommodate me and my sniper rifle.
This was a location I had scouted and selected over two weeks in advance. It offered the best vantage point and allowed me to avoid
security clearance operations. However, to ensure everything went smoothly, I had been lying in wait here for a week. Fortunately,
it was early summer, and the mosquitoes hadn't yet started breeding; otherwise, sleeping in the wetlands would have been much more difficult.
A little green stilt flew over the reeds above me. It probably mistook my fully camouflaged appearance for
a water shrub in the wetlands, and after a few tentative movements, it landed on my shoulder. This wasn't surprising; my clothes
were made of thick, grass-green oilcloth, covered with a layer of plant-shaped camouflage,
making me difficult to spot from the sky or from a distance. However, to maintain the integrity of this camouflage, I hadn't been able to eat normally for the past seven
days, relying solely on three high-energy chocolates a day for energy, drinking very little water, and urinating
on the spot.
I gently moved my left leg, switching to the other leg for support. Throughout this process, my
upper body remained completely still. Despite the harsh conditions, I maintained my alertness and focus.
During my six years on Nanshan Island, I consistently trained my physical fitness, followed by over a year of extreme
physical challenges. This allowed me to survive in various harsh outdoor environments and successfully complete my
mission.
The only inconvenience was the smell of sweat and excrement. Not only did I have to endure the stench, but
it also attracted many water birds, my biggest worry being that they might collide with
my sniper rifle barrel, not to mention their flight paths would obstruct my vision. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait much longer. According to
the intelligence provided by the organization, my target would appear in my scope in half an hour.
The little green stilt lingered on my shoulder for a while, then, seemingly finding no
food to be found on the low sapling, it shook its feathers a few times and flew away. Before leaving, it didn't forget to leave a puddle
of wet droppings, which landed squarely on my head. This didn't surprise me; my head
was already covered in dried droppings, the result of their persistent harassment over the past few days. My only worry was that
their excrement would splatter onto my scope, but that hadn't happened yet.
I tightened my grip on the SVD rifle. This Soviet-made Dragunov semi-automatic sniper rifle was
n't known for its precision or accuracy, nor was it particularly ergonomic, but I preferred its slender barrel
and wooden stock, as well as the reliability characteristic of Soviet weapons. Most importantly, it had a range of 1300 meters
, a distance that allowed me to evade high-level defenses and achieve the remarkable effect of taking down a general from a kilometer away.
This SVD hasn't been with me for long, but it has already helped me complete three assassinations and two
team operations. I've developed a unique bond with it. With its 1225mm long barrel
and a 620mm barrel alone, it's not an easy weapon to carry. Bringing this killing
machine into this swamp took considerable effort. Right now, the long carrying case is placed
under the gun as a support, and of course, it's covered with camouflage.
The SVD is equipped with a PSO-1 scope. Through the 4x magnification lens,
I can clearly see the highway bridge spanning the Yangtze River. Below the bridge, a side road leads to a
small platform. This platform faces the wetland, separated by more than 1000 meters of river. It has
become a well-known spot among birdwatchers in China, its unobstructed view making it the best choice for observing wetland
bird activity, and also providing the best angle for my SVD.
This expressway connecting Jiangsu and Shanghai is usually extremely busy, but today there wasn't a single car in sight.
Clearly, the entire expressway was closed. Only the ceaseless lapping of the river against the shore and the occasional
cry of a waterbird could be heard. An hour had passed according to my intelligence, but I remained extremely
patient and focused. For someone of this caliber, a travel time deviation of up to three hours was normal; the worst-case
scenario was that they canceled their trip. However, my intelligence sources were extremely reliable, and
the probability of that happening was very small. I had already waited for nearly seven days; I wouldn't give up because of a one-hour error
.
Around 4:10 PM, the sound of vehicles came from the empty expressway. My spirits immediately
lifted; the target was finally arriving.
The side road wasn't wide, only wide enough for two cars to pass side-by-side. Three black SUVs led the
way, guiding a Toyota Coaster minibus off the highway. Three more
black SUVs followed. Due to the limited space of the platform, only the Toyota Coaster could fit after the three SUVs parked
; the other three SUVs were blocked in the side road. It was clear that these vehicles
had been specially modified; their tires and windows were reinforced with bulletproof features.
After the SUV parked, a large group of muscular men in black suits and sunglasses got out.
Their hair was all cut short, and their faces were wary as they scanned the surroundings like hunting dogs.
Several men used green military binoculars for long-range observation. When these men appeared, I was already on edge
, holding my breath and remaining perfectly still. I was extremely confident in my disguise; the SVD's barrel
was deeply embedded in a clump of reeds, and bird droppings provided further cover. At this distance, it was impossible for them
to see me clearly.
After the guards finished their observation, the door of the Toyota Coaster slowly opened, and
a group of middle-aged men stepped out. A short, pot-bellied man was surrounded by the group, appearing quite like a leader
.
The man was about 70 years old, wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He had a slicked-back hairstyle,
a square face with a chubby build, and frameless glasses that had faded to a certain color.
His face, as seen through the scope, was quite serious, and his eyes seemed to hold a hint of weariness, unlike the smiling faces often seen on television.
He looked like he was chuckling, but I was certain he was my target.
After getting out of the car, he stretched his limbs, exchanged a few words with his entourage, and then took
a pair of dark green German-made Zeiss binoculars with 7x magnification from the guard. He expertly zoomed in and aimed them directly
at the wetlands. I'd been waiting here for so long, just for this man's appearance; wasn't this
the perfect opportunity? I held my breath, adjusting my breathing to be as even as possible. My tense
muscles gradually relaxed, and I entered a state of complete absorption.
The SVD's scope had the target's head framed. The target was approximately 170 cm tall, and
the quick range converter inside the scope was aligned with the number "10," indicating
a distance of 1000 meters. At this distance, the trajectory deviation would be significant. Fortunately,
the river surface was relatively calm with little wind. Judging from the slight swaying of the reeds and
the slight movement of the target's hair, the wind speed was approximately 3.3 m/s. The SVD was using 7.62 mm R-rimmed rounds (muzzle velocity 850 m/s), which would result in 　　a 3.5 cm deviation
at this distance and wind speed . 　　I quickly calculated the correction angle, adjusting the sniper rifle to a position slightly above and to the right of the target's head. Everything 　　was under my control. I removed the two-stage safety; the next step was simply to pull the trigger. 　　The SVD's firing pin would propel the copper-core hollow-point bullet from the chamber. 　　Halfway through its flight, due to decreased speed and wind, the copper killer would dip and 　　deviate to the left, ultimately striking the target between the forehead and right eye along my calculated trajectory. 　　The energy generated by the bullet would pierce the skull, spraying a brilliant burst of blood—a breathtaking 　　sight. 　　I regained my composure, held my breath, and the world around me seemed to freeze, everything returning to a primal 　　silence. Only the faint sound of my own heartbeat could be heard. I gently closed my eyes and pulled the trigger. 　　After the whistling sound of bullets cutting through the air, I opened my eyes. The target in the scope was already lying on the ground 　　. The black-clad guards had surrounded me at top speed, each drawing their guns and looking around, 　　but it was too late. They were exchanging tactical hand signals as if they had encountered a formidable enemy, running around like a swarm of headless ants, completely 　　unaware of where the attack had come from, or that I had already begun my retreat. 　　For a sniper, nothing is more important than completing the mission and withdrawing safely. After confirming 　　the sniping position, I had made thorough preparations for the retreat. Taking advantage of the chaos on the target side, 　　I removed my camouflage and waterproof field suit, tied the sniper rifle and its case together into a 　　long, thin bundle, and then threw it forcefully into a deep area of water. The sniper rifle, carrying the weight of its case, immediately 　　sank into the soft mud and disappeared from sight in no time. 　　I was completely naked except for a black sharkskin one-piece swimsuit. I gently 　　lay down on the water's surface, using the recoil from my legs to swim like a slippery eel. Water 　　birds circled overhead, chirping as if protesting my intrusion. I 　　darted through the reeds, and ten minutes later I was out of the wetland. By then, I could hear 　　sirens and ambulances from the other side of the river. 　　Once ashore, I found a set of jungle camouflage clothing and a pair of sneakers behind a hidden rock. I quickly took off 　　my swimsuit, changed, folded the swimsuit into a ball, stuffed it in my pocket, and then turned and 　　ran quickly towards the nearby mountains. 　　There aren't any large mountains in this area, but it's densely hilly. The nearest road to the wetlands is over 10 kilometers away. 　　I had to cross mountains to get here, and now I'm following the familiar route back. 　　The lush trees and wild grass on the hills provide excellent cover. 　　An hour later, I had crossed two small hills. At the foot of the hills, a provincial highway quietly awaited me. 　　Before setting off, I hid my vehicle and belongings in an abandoned culvert in the fields by the roadside. Fortunately, everything 　　was intact. I mounted a Honda motorcycle that looked neither new nor old. I was wearing a worn-out gray jacket and 　　grass-green rubber shoes, looking like a migrant worker returning to the city. In fact, I had bought these clothes and shoes from 　　a migrant worker. 　　After starting the engine, I floored the accelerator, propelling my Honda motorcycle at 100 km/h 　　along the provincial highway. The wind whipped my cheeks, stinging them, but it also chased away the 　　stench from my clothes. There weren't many vehicles on the road; with the opening of the expressway, most vehicles had switched to it. 　　It took me ages to see an old minibus slowly climbing the hill. My Honda motorcycle quickly overtook it 　　, leaving it far behind. 　　After driving for half an hour, a tollbooth building appeared in the distance. My heart sank. These 　　provincial highway tollbooths had been closed for a long time, but now 　　there were barriers in front of the entrance, and seven or eight police cars lined up beside them. Several vehicles had already been stopped and inspected. I reacted quickly, turning my motorcycle around and driving it into 　　a small path in the bushes beside the road. Although I was temporarily out of the police's sight, I had to find a 　　way to escape as soon as possible. Two hours had passed since the sniping incident, and the authorities must have already launched a search operation. Based on my experience, the government is very efficient at mobilizing the masses for a net-like search 　　. Trying to break through the checkpoint 　　in my current state would be extremely difficult. 　　A muffled horn sounded from the provincial highway. A plan formed in my mind. I pushed my motorcycle over into the bushes, 　　lit the swimsuit and camouflage uniform I'd changed out of, and set them on fire. Then I turned and ran back along the highway for a 　　while. In the distance, I saw the bus I'd overtaken long ago slowly approaching. I immediately shrank back, 　　hunched over, and waved. The bus stopped in front of me. Speaking in my local dialect, I asked the driver for a ride. 　　After agreeing on a fare of 20 yuan, I got on. 　　There weren't many passengers on the bus; because it passed through several towns, many people got on and off along the way.

So the driver didn't mind picking up a few more passengers on the road. The passengers were mostly dressed in typical rural and suburban
styles. I was wearing my own very rustic clothes, with a scraggly beard from a week's shaving and my hair
a mess from the wind. I looked pretty much like the other passengers. Plus, I deliberately hunched over, so no
one paid any attention to me getting on the bus. I walked to the back of the bus and found an empty seat.
The bus drove a little further and then stopped. Several uniformed policemen came on board and started
checking everyone's heads. I noticed they all had handguns on their hips. Their checks were extremely thorough;
they not only checked everyone's ID but also asked passengers to display their bags and belongings. I boarded empty-handed, so I skipped that
step. When they checked me, I handed them a pre-prepared ID card. The photo on it was of me with a beard
, and the address was in a nearby town. Of course, these were all fake, but the document itself was genuine, and
the police didn't notice anything wrong with it.
A square-faced policeman scrutinized my ID card against my face, asking me carefully in his dialect where I
came from, where I was going, and what my purpose was. He seemed somewhat suspicious, which I guessed was
because I was taller than average. I quickly pretended to be sick, coughing a few times and shrinking my neck further. In my dialect,
I told him I was going to the county town for medical treatment and to look for work.
My dialect was quite fluent, which dispelled his last bit of doubt. My incessant coughing sounded like
I had a contagious disease, which he found extremely uncomfortable. He threw my ID card back at me with some disgust, covering
his mouth as he walked away. I pretended to be clueless and got up to thank him, spitting everywhere.
The policemen all fled as if they were avoiding a plague, quickly disappearing from the bus.
The bus began to slowly crawl forward again. Watching the tollbooth and police cars gradually disappear behind me, I breathed a sigh of relief,
stretched my slightly sore neck, and began to plan my next move.
Given the government's capabilities, they should be able to find my abandoned motorcycle within 12 hours. By
comparing it to the police officers who checked me earlier, they'll eventually suspect me.
It won't be difficult to get my physical characteristics from those officers, and soon my sketch will appear on major television news and on the streets
. Although I'm temporarily out of the checkpoint, time is running out.
I must hurry. As soon as the bus arrives in the county town, I need to find transportation to the neighboring Huaihai City.
Judging from the government's current deployment, their search area is centered on the location of the incident, including nearby major roads
and mountains. While everyone expects me to flee into the desolate wilderness, I've done the opposite
, choosing a metropolis with millions of inhabitants as my next destination. Once I enter this city, I'll have a way
to escape capture.
As I was pondering this, a very loud hissing sound came from outside the window. I glanced up through the window and immediately looked
back. Sure enough, they had deployed a helicopter to monitor from the air. However, their
reaction was a bit slow. It would be dark in two hours, and if they couldn't pinpoint my location before nightfall,
the difficulty would increase significantly. But I was safely seated in the bus, and the helicopter couldn't
find me.
It was already late, and the bus was driving up a winding mountain road. On one side of the road was a carved rock face
, and in the twilight, the knife-like rocks looked as if they might fall at any moment. On the other side was a bare
cliff without any guardrails. The road was clearly poorly maintained, with
potholes and severe wear. The bus lurched along, swaying its heavy body like a drunken man
. Several times, one tire almost touched the edge of the cliff, causing the passengers inside to gasp in surprise
.
The helicopter circled overhead for a while and then flew away, presumably to monitor the next location. I was just about to
lean back in my seat and close my eyes to rest when suddenly a siren blared from behind. I looked out the rear window and saw
a row of police cars painted blue and white speeding towards us. Their sirens were flashing
, giving them a menacing look. A thousand possibilities raced through my mind: Had they
spotted me so quickly?
No, impossible. My disguise was perfect; I felt I hadn't given myself away. They must simply
have a new mission or be rushing to the next location. I decided to remain still and observe.
Just then, a police car sped up and drove alongside the bus on its left, flashing
its lights and honking its horn as if signaling something. The bus driver, probably seeing this for the first time,
rolled down his window to ask the police, but it was impossible to hear what they were saying in the noise. I sensed
something was wrong and was about to stand up to observe the police's actions when,
because the police car was so close, the bus veered further and further toward the cliff side. The already narrow road shoulder, coupled with
years of disrepair, had loosened the edges of the road. At that moment, the bus seemed to run over a smooth stone
; the tires slipped, and the bus tilted outwards quite a bit, immediately veering to one side. Everyone on board gasped
. The driver desperately tried to steer inwards, but the harder he tried, the faster the bus tilted. The entire weight of the bus
shifted to that side, quickly crushing the right side of the road shoulder. Then, the bus, like a lead weight,
plunged off the cliff.
I felt a sudden weightlessness, then the world spun around me. It felt like my heart was being
pulled out by a powerful force; I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. Finally, everything went black, and I couldn't see anything anymore.
"Gao Yan." "Gao Yan, wake up." "Gao Yan, you can wake up now." In
my hazy state, I heard someone calling my name. The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Who was calling me?
I struggled to open my eyelids. Everything was white; I couldn't see anything clearly. Where was I
? Was this the legendary heaven? Had I died?
"Gao Yan, wake up, Gao Yan, wake up." The voice continued to call my name relentlessly.
My eyes began to adjust to the light, but the image projected onto my retina was not very clear.
It felt like I was in a hospital ward, and a figure in a white coat was speaking to me.
Right, I remembered, I was on a bus before I lost consciousness. The bus overturned into a valley, and
I lost consciousness after that. So, I'm not dead, but I was on a mission when the accident happened
. I wonder if the police have discovered my identity. No, I have to get out of here as soon as possible.
Thinking this, I tried to get up, but as soon as I raised my hand, I found myself unable to move. My hands and feet
were bound with shackles. I was shocked; I hadn't expected them to notice so quickly and tie me up.
This was going to be difficult.
"Gao Yan, don't move. It's okay. I'll have someone untie you in a bit," the voice said, seemingly seeing my
agitation and struggle.
My vision gradually returned to normal, and I could clearly see the doctor standing before me in a white coat. He had a thin
face, gray hair, and a pair of sharp eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses that gleamed with a fanatical glint. I recognized him
; it was Professor Jiang Hua. I wasn't in the hospital ward; I was in his laboratory.
"Gao Yan, how are you feeling? Have you remembered anything?" Jiang Hua's tone was laced with
greed, making me very uncomfortable.
My mind gradually cleared. The fragments I had experienced earlier weren't a dream, but real
memories. Although I was awake, these memories hadn't disappeared; they were stored vividly
in my mind, like a computer archive, readily accessible.
"Yes, I remember," I murmured to myself. Jiang Hua's treatment had indeed worked. The previously
fragmented pieces in my mind were gradually piecing together, especially the events of the lost eight years.
A general outline was forming in my mind, although some details remained unclear. The people and events of those years were
vividly clear before my eyes.
"So many things, so many. I didn't realize I'd done so much all these years." Recalling my troubled past
and the great upheavals I'd faced, I felt a sense of bewilderment. Although I had mentally prepared myself for the past
, what actually happened was far more cruel and real.
"Hahaha." Jiang Hua laughed loudly, looking smug. He paced back and forth in front of me
, hands behind his back, excitedly waving his fists and letting out chilling laughs. It
was the first time I'd ever seen him, usually so calm and collected, so agitated.
"I told you this therapy was feasible! Those old fogies simply couldn't understand my foresight
. To hell with that damned medical ethics committee! I alone can rewrite the history of psychiatric treatment
! Hahaha!" Jiang Hua laughed wildly, making incomprehensible
gestures with his hands, pointing in the air as if debating with someone who didn't exist. His manic energy
was nothing like that of a senior professor; it was more like that of a mental patient.
"Gao Yan, do you know that you have made history? No, it is history that I have made. But you
will also be recorded in it. You are my most outstanding work." Jiang Hua was so excited that he turned around and put his
hands on mine. His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses shone with excitement.
"We are creating a major event in the field of psychiatry. Once I refine this treatment method
and publish it in an academic journal, it will surely cause a revolution in the field of psychiatry. At that time, the Nobel
Prize in Medicine will be my prize. So you must cooperate with me." "What prize you want is your business.
Can you loosen my grip first?" I didn't think much of his pursuit of fame and fortune.
Although he spoke in a grand and eloquent manner, he actually treated patients as guinea pigs in his experiments.
He only cared about data and experimental results, not the health of the patients. I wondered
how many patients he had already conducted the same experiment on before me. Even if he didn't tell the truth, I knew that
the success rate of such experiments was extremely low, but the side effects of failure were extremely serious. Many people might be completely ruined
.
"Okay, no problem." Jiang Hua readily agreed, but just as he was about to place his hand on the buckle of the leather strap,
he suddenly stopped. His eyes, behind his gold-rimmed glasses, narrowed into slits as he stared at me thoughtfully for a long time
. Despite my repeated urging, he didn't untie me. Instead, he stood up, took a few steps back,
and kept an arm's length distance from me.
"Hey, what are you doing? Let me out! Your treatment is over!" I
shouted angrily, never expecting him to act this way.
Jiang Hua crossed his arms and calmly shook his head at me, saying, "Gao Yan, don't get agitated. Your
treatment isn't completely over yet." "I'm your attending physician. Out of a sense of responsibility, you should
continue to be observed for a while. Let me help you fully recover your memories, creating a data sample that can withstand scrutiny,
before we discuss your return to a normal life. What do you think?" He spoke with a seemingly
genuine concern for me, a half-smile on his face.
Instead of being angry, I laughed. I had been too careless. Although I had been mentally warning myself to be careful of this person, I hadn't
expected Jiang Hua to be so despicable and shameless. He was clearly using me as a guinea pig to repeatedly test
his imagined medical experiments. I've seen many despicable people, but this was the first
time I'd ever encountered such a shameless individual. I couldn't help but curse, "Fuck your mother! Do you think I'm stupid? You're using me as a stepping
stone, using me to gain fame and fortune. If you succeed, you'll reap both fame and fortune; if you fail, I'll be the one who suffers!"
"In short, you've gotten all the benefits. Who do you think you are?" Jiang Hua's face flushed red and then turned pale as I spoke,
but he showed no shame, still smiling insincerely as he said, "You're not wrong. I do want to
get more data from you. After all, it's hard to find an excellent experimenter like you. If I find someone else and
something goes wrong, my academic achievements will be delayed. In short, just to be on the safe side, I
'll let you work a few more times." Jiang Hua's shamelessness made my anger surge. If I could move my hands right now...
I had already beaten him into a pig's head. I tried desperately to break free with my hands and feet, but the leather shackles were very secure, and my
struggles were in vain.
Seeing me pinned to the chair, unable to move, Jiang Hua looked completely at ease, as if he were in complete control. He
moved a chair over and sat opposite me, crossing his legs as he slowly said, "Gao Yan, I advise you not to waste your energy
. You can't break free from this chair. Save your energy for my next experiment." I glared at him
, a ferocious look on my face, and said, word by word, "You think I'll be your stepping stone
? Dream on." Jiang Hua chuckled, unfazed. "Gao Yan, you're the one who should be dreaming. If it weren't for
this dream I created for you, would you know about your mother's past? Would you know who caused your current predicament
? You should be thanking me, kid." "What did you say? You already knew about me
?" I seemed to sense something in his words and immediately became wary. "What do you know? Why
didn't you tell me before?" "Heh, why should I tell you? What good would it do me?"
Jiang Hua chuckled wryly.
"To be honest, these were all your mother's requests. She told me privately when she first brought you here
, asking me to keep it a secret. Anyway, it wouldn't do me any harm, and I'm very interested in your illness
. If you regain your memories through other means, my experiment can't continue.
So I agreed to cooperate with your mother then." Jiang Hua's words stirred up more doubts in my mind. Why would this happen
? Why would my mother hide all this from me? No wonder I always felt she held back when recounting her memories
. I used to think it was because of my relationship with Lü Jiang, but now I understand a little.
It turns out she and Jiang Hua had a tacit understanding; they didn't want me to recover my memories smoothly.
But a sliver of hope remained in my heart. I didn't believe my mother would do this to me, and I stubbornly insisted,
"You're lying. My mother has no reason to do this. She's been helping me recover my memories; she wouldn't do
anything to harm me." "Heh, after all these years, you're still so naive.
I don't know why your mother kept this from you, and I don't care," Jiang Hua said with a disdainful sneer.
"However, if her affair hadn't blown up back then, you wouldn't have ended up like this. It's a real pity
you lost a part of your life, and the most beautiful part at that," Jiang Hua said mockingly
.
He successfully stirred my emotions again. My limbs were restrained, and I struggled desperately, making the iron chair
wobble. A string of crude curses burst from my mouth, and I didn't even understand what I was saying.
"You can't blame anyone else, really. A beauty like your mother shouldn't have been enjoyed by only one man.
Even now, as she gets older, that alluring charm she exudes...tsk tsk, it's truly pitiful. If I
had met her earlier, hehe—what a pity, what a pity." Jiang Hua remained unmoved, lightly swinging his legs as he continued
. His expression and tone were like those of the vicious people in my memory, carrying
a lewd and vulgar undertone.
I felt a rush of blood to my throat, my joints creaking and cracking.
A powerful force surged from somewhere within me, and I tensed my hands and lifted them upwards, tearing the leather covers on my wrists. Broken pieces of leather
spilled all over the floor. Once my hands were free, I immediately bent down and unfastened the buckles on my feet, then jumped off
the chair that had imprisoned me for so long.
My actions were incredibly fast. Jiang Hua had no idea I could break free.
He was completely stunned for a moment. By the time he reacted and tried to run outside, it was too late. I reached out and grabbed
his throat, lifting his 150-pound body with just one hand. His throat was locked in my grip
, making it difficult for him to breathe. His blood couldn't flow properly, the capillaries above his neck were about to burst, and his skin
was as red as a drunkard's. His once handsome face was now twisted and ugly. He could only
weakly grab my arm a few times, exhaling but not inhaling. It looked like
I was about to strangle him to death.
Suddenly, something caught my attention. Jiang Hua's white lab coat was open at the collar, revealing
part of his white shirt and suit underneath. Below the wide, slanted collar of the shirt was a deep red tie. This tie
seemed to touch a part of my memory. No wonder I always felt the witness in court looked
familiar. From the gold-rimmed glasses to the shirt, suit, and this exquisitely crafted silk tie—except for his
slightly grayer hair—that person was exactly like Jiang Hua.
Thinking this, I loosened my grip, and Jiang Hua slid to the floor. He got
a chance to catch his breath, gasping for air like a dead dog, and it took him a long while to recover.
Seeing him rubbing his neck like a stray dog, I grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and placed him
on the chair. I pressed my hands, like dragon claws, over his eyes and yelled, "You're the one who testified in court back then!
Who told you to do this? Confess honestly, or I'll gouge your eyes out!" Jiang
Hua's glasses, which I had already knocked off, were now staring blankly, his nearsighted eyes lifeless. His gray hair hung messily
over his forehead; his former composure was gone. He squinted at me for a few minutes, as if assessing
my true strength. He was quickly intimidated by the murderous intent in my eyes. He cleared his throat and
said in a hoarse voice, "Since you've figured it out, I have nothing to hide. I'll tell you.
You know Lü Jiang, right? He's the one who arranged all this." "What's your relationship with Lü Jiang?
What have you done for him? Tell me everything!" I tightened my grip slightly, and Jiang Hua screamed in terror.
"I've known Lü Jiang for a long time, but back then he hadn't made it big yet, and I looked down on
him. We have a high-level circle here, and you can't get in without some influence in the political and business world. Later, as
he became more and more influential, I gradually started to have more contact with him, and we slowly became familiar with each other
. Of course, we were just using each other," Jiang Hua cleared his throat and said.
"What's your circle all about? Who are the members?" I stared intently at Jiang Hua,
finding his usually wise and refined face incredibly cunning and despicable. He was a complete
opportunist, and who knew how many secrets he was hiding?
"I can't say that. If I did, I'd be dead. You can't force me. But
this has nothing to do with you. I just want to clarify that Lü Jiang and I aren't friends. Our relationship is simple:
he asks me for favors, I help him with things, and he solves my problems when I need them. That's it." Jiang Hua
said helplessly, as if
he was ready to give up. "Okay, get back to the point." I didn't want to complicate things and urged him on.
"Eight years ago, Lü Jiang suddenly called me and said he had his eye on a woman but couldn't
get her, and wanted my help." Jiang Hua continued, seeing that I wasn't pressing him further.
"I'd never seen Lü Jiang so attentive to a woman before, so I was a little surprised, but I still agreed.
I told him to bring the woman over sometime, and I'd give her some hypnotic or psychological suggestions to make things easier for him
." "Unexpectedly, Lü Jiang said it wasn't going to be like that. Then he brought up your situation. He wanted me to
commit perjury in court, diagnose you with schizophrenia, and change your sentence to monitoring and treatment in a mental hospital
. These were all trivial matters for me, so I did as he asked, and also
recommended Nanshan Island as he requested." Jiang Hua recalled.
"So the medication I was given on Nanshan Island was also arranged by you?" I asked.
"What medication? I didn't prescribe any medication for you. When you got to the mental hospital, the doctors would prescribe medication for you.
Why would I give you any medication?" Jiang Hua looked bewildered, as if he was also learning
about this for the first time.
"Really not you? That kind of medication causes developmental delays, intellectual decline, and eventually turns someone into an idiot
." I frowned.
"Absolutely not. Why would I drag myself into this for Lü Jiang? Perjury and poisoning are completely different
crimes. I would never put myself in such a dangerous position." Jiang Hua acted as if it were none of his business,
completely disclaiming any responsibility.
"I was just following Lü Jiang's advice to persuade your mother to accept this method of handling things. Your mother was initially
very resistant to sending you away, but Lü Jiang threatened her that if she didn't do it this way, he would be locked up for life, and that
if she ever got out of the mental hospital, he would find a way to get her out as soon as possible. Your mother finally agreed reluctantly
. Of course, my professional image also made me more convincing." Jiang Hua was quite proud of himself as he said this.
"Let's leave that aside for now. Have you done anything else for Lü Jiang, like doing that to my mother—
the hypnosis you mentioned?" I changed the subject and asked about another topic that I was more concerned about.
"Absolutely not. After you arrived on Nanshan Island, my only means of communication was through
you. So your mother would come to me three times a month to pick up your replies and some
photos sent from there. That's how she learned about your life, and that's how we gradually became familiar with each other."
Jiang Hua put on a serious expression and said solemnly.
"To be honest, sigh—your mother is truly a good woman. I've met countless women,
but those women are either pretentious and aloof, actually just putting on airs, or they're very open and casual,
like a public bus that anyone can get on. Only your mother has a naturally charming and flirtatious air." As Jiang Hua spoke, seeing
that I seemed about to explode again, he quickly raised his hand to stop me.
"Don't get agitated. 'Flirtatious' isn't a derogatory term. Her flirtation isn't like that of a harlot or a whore. From
her words and actions, she seems like a pure and virtuous woman, yet deep down she possesses
a captivating charm that can make any man's heart flutter. Just a glance, a smile, can make me lose my soul. But all of this
is natural, completely unpretentious. Wouldn't you say she's a natural beauty?"
Jiang Hua spoke eloquently about my mother, though his words weren't very respectful, I couldn't bring myself
to get angry at him.
"I admit I've had feelings for your mother, but while I may be a womanizer, I've never done anything blatant or underhanded
. So, our relationship has always been normal. However, she's always been a pure
and innocent woman in my eyes. Although we get along quite well, we've always remained confidants, never having had
the opportunity to cross the line." Jiang Hua sighed at the end, seemingly wanting to say more.
"That's basically it. I've said everything I needed to say. The one really behind this is Lü Jiang. You
should go settle the score with him as soon as possible." I released my grip on his collar, then punched him in the face,
breaking his nose. Watching him scream like a dead pig, I coldly said, "This punch is a
light punishment for what you've done. Remember, don't you dare tell Lü Jiang, or you'll suffer a terrible death." As I spoke
, I raised a leather shoe and stomped on his groin. With a slight pressure, Jiang Hua immediately howled and begged for
mercy, promising not to leak anything. Only then did I withdraw my foot and turn to leave.
"Can I publish your experimental data? This is the culmination of my life's work. I promise not to reveal
your name or identity." I had only reached the door when Jiang Hua, despite the pain, gritted his teeth and chased after me, asking.
I made a casual gesture and left this laboratory, which had brought me both gains and losses, without looking back
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