Raccoon Cat

Chapter 62 Raccoon Cat

In the pristine white room, Chiba Yume was bound to a white mattress. The chair was cold, and there were two leather buckles on the armrests that dug deeply into the flesh of her wrists.

The area on my wrist that was burned a few days ago has been rubbed raw again and is oozing.

However, Chiba Yumeyu did not struggle or resist at all.

Or perhaps, she still hasn't recovered from what happened tonight.

The room was very clean, with white walls, white floors, and white lights. A row of neat fluorescent lights overhead illuminated every corner clearly, without any shadows.

In the corner were several stainless steel workbenches, on which were placed test tubes, petri dishes, and a humming cryogenic storage box.

Chiba Yumeyu was very familiar with this; she had been inside the laboratory before, but she never imagined that one day she would be lying on it.

Nearby, people dressed in pristine white protective suits were busy at the control panel. Their movements were practiced and they seemed to be used to this. One of them was adjusting the angle of the shadowless lamp.

When the light moved closer, causing Chiba Yume to squint slightly in discomfort, the person noticed and apologetically dimmed the light a little.

She was very considerate, but she wanted to laugh. Her father was dead, her brother was dead, and she was tied up here, treated as a sample to be processed by a group of people in dust suits.

They were also considerate of her sensitive eyes.

At this moment, another person walked over, holding a syringe in his hand. The transparent liquid inside the syringe swayed slightly, reflecting the cold white light overhead.

Chiba Yumeyu stared at the needle.

The air conditioner was humming, blowing out cool air, but she felt feverish all over.

She didn't know where she was.

But she knew that this was the thing that turned her brother into a ghost-like, inhuman creature!

Chiba Yumeyu closed her eyes, and at that moment she suddenly thought of Bai Yuze.

The shop owner who brought her breakfast.

The boss who helped her correct her homework and introduced her to a job. The only boss who remembered her birthday, gave her a dress, and said she looked good in anything.

She was glad she hadn't texted him, and glad she hadn't dragged him into it. She didn't regret it.

But she was somewhat afraid, not of death, but of living.

She had witnessed her younger brother turn from a human into a ghost. The once outstanding younger brother who used to memorize vocabulary words with her and save money together to help support the family, would go crazy like a lapdog, kneeling on the ground, hugging her legs, and begging, "Sister, give me money, I beg you."

That look in their eyes, where is their self-respect?

But now, will she also become that kneeling lapdog?

She didn't know, but just thinking about the future, when the only boss who remembered her birthday saw her begging on the ground like a dog, filled her with extraordinary fear.

No.

Absolutely not.

She would rather die, but she can't move.

The man in the white protective suit walked up to her. His face was covered by a mask, revealing only his eyes, which were as calm as a stagnant pool.

He took her hand, glanced at the injury on her wrist, and showed no expression.

Then he picked up the needle.

He held her arm down, and the needle pierced her skin, the cold liquid being pushed into her veins.

Chiba Yumeyu closed her eyes. She wanted to resist, but she had no strength left in her body.

She could only feel the chill spreading through her veins, like countless tiny ice needles, flowing along her blood to her limbs, to her heart, and to her brain.

It’s over.

She knew she was finished.

In this lifetime, she and Bai Yuzhe became two completely parallel lines.

He will live well in the sunlight.

He does his experiments, takes his AET exams, pursues the girls he likes, and lives a normal life.

And she will, in some dark corner, turn into a puddle of mud, into something she doesn't even recognize herself.

But perhaps this is for the best; at least she has experienced light. She opened her eyes and looked at the row of fluorescent lights above her. The light was too bright, stinging her eyes.

But she stared at it intently, wanting to remember this light, for this might be the last time she would ever see it.

The mysterious liquid spread through her blood vessels, and her head began to spin, but she did not fall into a coma.

It was a very strange feeling; I felt dizzy, yet my mind was unusually clear.

She could hear her own heartbeat, the sound of her blood flowing, and the voices outside the door.

Suddenly, she heard another sound.

A sound of fear.

It wasn't a human scream; it was something deeper. Those thugs who had been so menacing just moments before were now screaming like dying beasts.

Something flew by.

Is it the human body?

Or something else?

She couldn't see clearly.

All she saw were those who had just held her down, suddenly collapsing one by one. They fell, cut in half at the waist, their crimson blood splattering and landing on her face, warm.

At the same time, various pitiful wails and pleas for mercy flashed through her mind.

Then came complete silence.

It's probably an illusion.

It must be a hallucination.

She's been injected with ash, her brain is damaged, and she's started dreaming.

Soon, she felt herself being picked up.

That embrace wasn't warm, it was even a little cold, but it was very steady, like holding something very important.

During this time, a faint, sweet, fishy smell, mixed with some other scent, enveloped her.

She wanted to open her eyes and just take one look.

Just take a look to see who it is.

But she couldn't open her eyes.

My eyelids felt like they were sewn shut; I couldn't open them no matter how hard I tried.

Consciousness is drifting further and further away.

In the laboratory, Bai Yuze held her and stood up.

He looked down at the pale face in his arms; the eyelashes were still trembling, and the person hadn't completely lost consciousness yet. Blood was still seeping from the needle prick on the arm.

He stared at the needle that was halfway through the injection, at the girl in his arms, and at the bloody scene all around him. His face was expressionless, but his pale purple eyes were terrifyingly cold.

He carried Chiba Yumeyu and walked outside.

As he walked, his steps were slow, and the lights on both sides of the corridor began to flicker, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, casting an eerie glow on the corpses in the corridor.

"Go to hell!"

Someone rushed out from around the corner, carrying a knife.

Bai Yuze glanced at the other person.

The man stopped halfway through his charge, because he seemed to see his body still rushing forward, but his vision was spinning wildly.

Forehead....

It looks like his head has been cut off.

Bai Yuze slowly withdrew his hand and continued walking forward.

In the monitoring room, the screen flickered.

Scarface stared at the screen, his face deathly pale, as the familiar figures on the screen began to fall one by one.

It all happened so fast that the trajectory of their movements in the frame was barely visible.

All you could see was blood, sprayed everywhere.

But what terrifies them most is that they still can't see who attacked them.

A calamity beast from the abyss?

But why didn't the Abyss Beast detection instrument sound an alarm?

In the bedroom, Scarface hurriedly called for Sick Tiger, who was already preparing to sleep, and said with a terrified expression, "Brother Tiger, you've seen it all, come and see what's going on!"

"What are you yelling about? Can't you be a little more careful?"

Tiger didn't understand why Scarface was so startled. He was already annoyed by the failed recruitment attempt today. Now the other party was making a scene.

If the other party weren't loyal and reliable, he would have sent him to the funeral home for extra meals.

Come to think of it, they haven't replied to me yet.

Tumor Tiger sighed softly and walked to the screen, then his face suddenly froze.

All the researchers he had hired at great expense were lying on the ground, broken in two, their crimson blood staining the surrounding white walls. They couldn't even see what had done it until they saw something that wasn't there lift up Chiba Yume's body, at which point they vaguely knew where it was.

And now, the eerie figure carrying the girl is still walking forward, seemingly heading in their direction.

"An abyssal monster?"

The sick tiger's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself, "But the abyssal beasts have no intelligence! Besides, the abyssal miasma detector didn't sound an alarm!"

Scarface didn't speak; if he knew, he wouldn't have woken up Tumor Tiger.

"Boss, what do we do?"

"Of course we should run away!"

Tumor Tiger turned and walked away, but after taking two steps, he suddenly turned back and saw Scarface still standing there, staring at the screen.

"Let's go!"

Scarface hesitated for a moment, then his eyes hardened: "Tiger, you can go."

The sick tiger was stunned. "What did you say?"

Scarface turned around, looked at Sick Tiger with a serious expression, and said, "Boss, that thing is coming for us."

The Ashes will die here today.

Just as Sick Tiger was about to say something, Scarface suddenly clapped his hands.

A moment later, a person came out.

Tiger was stunned when he saw that person.

The person looked almost exactly like him.

Sick Tiger looked at him, then at Scarface, and was speechless for a moment.

"This is----"

"The Prince Replaced by a Civet Cat".

A smug glint flashed across Scarface's face: "Tiger, I don't understand all those grand principles you usually spout. But I've heard this story before. I was originally planning to give you a surprise, just in case someone comes looking for revenge someday."

He paused, then smiled wryly and said, "I didn't expect it to be so fast."

Binghu looked at him. After knowing him for so many years, he had almost forgotten why the other man had that nickname.

Scarface, the scar was from over a decade ago, when the other person was just one of his lowest-ranking henchmen. Someone came seeking revenge, a knife swung at him, and he lunged forward to block it. The knife sliced ​​from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, nearly splitting his face in two.

From then on, he was called Scarface.

Tiger looked at him, his voice hoarse: "I understand. As long as I live, I will definitely avenge you."

Scarface nodded seriously and laughed, "Let's go, Tiger, it'll be too late if we don't leave now."

The sick tiger turned and ran towards the hidden door of his office.

Before leaving, he looked back once more.

The stand-in had already taken his seat, while Scarface took out a pistol and a remote control from the drawer, and the figure holding the girl on the screen was getting closer and closer.

Tumor Tiger withdrew his gaze, pushed open the hidden door, and disappeared into the darkness.

In the monitoring room, Scarface looked at the screen.

The eerie figure had already reached the doorway.

With a click, he saw the door being pushed open and the unconscious girl in it, but he couldn't see the culprit who had slaughtered their Ash Gang.

Scarface gripped the gun tightly, wanting to shoot the strange thing, but in the end he put the gun aside, grinned, and pressed the button in his hand.

"I don't care what you are, let's die together!"

The next second—

boom!

A tremendous roar erupted, shaking the entire building. Flames shot out from the direction of the monitoring room, like a wild beast that had been trapped for too long finally breaking free of its cage.

Whoosh—

With a deafening roar, glass shattered, walls cracked, and concrete debris rained down. Thick smoke, mingled with flames, billowed from every window, tearing the entire building to shreds.

Then, the entire building collapsed.

Dust rose up, obscuring the sky and the moon, like a giant mushroom cloud blooming over the parrot area.

People were screaming and running from the nearby residential buildings, but no one dared to approach.

The dust slowly settled.

In the center of the ruins, a tall figure slowly emerged; to be precise, it didn't walk, but rather seemed to float in the air.

With each step he took, the rubble and debris beneath his feet silently turned to dust, without making a sound.

Thick miasma swirled around him, like living fog, making him both afraid to approach and unwilling to leave.

He stood there, the azure miasma swirling around him, coiling around his arms, clinging to his back, and finally converging at his shoulder blades into two brighter orbs of light, like the nascent forms of wings.

These lights illuminated the girl in his arms.

Chiba Yume lay in his arms, her brows furrowed tightly, her delicate eyebrows twisted together, as if she were having a nightmare from which she could not wake up.

She was struggling.

Or rather, a frantic struggle in a dream.

Sigh, Bai Yuze glanced down and let out a soft sigh.

The next second, an extremely thin tendril emerged from his fingertip and gently pierced the needle hole on her arm.

Chiba Yumeyu's body trembled slightly at this, but she quickly calmed down.

These tentacles disappear into the skin, as if melting into water.

A few seconds later, strands of black silk emerged from the eye of the needle, were drawn into his body along the tentacles, and transformed into miasma surrounding Bai Yuze.

After a while, the whiskers retracted.

Chiba Yume's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and the corners of her mouth even turned up slightly. She lay in his arms, sleeping peacefully.

Like a weary cat, curled up in that not-so-warm embrace, I found the safest place in the world.

At this moment, Bai Yuze slowly raised his head, sensed his surroundings, and after confirming that there were no survivors, he picked up Qianye Mengyu and prepared to leave. This was the first time he had caused such a commotion in Dongqing City, but there was nothing he could do about it. The Ash Gang had repeatedly caused trouble and even set their sights on his employees. Wasn't this a blatant slap in his face?

This is intolerable!

Originally, he wanted to ask the class monitor for help, but now it seems he doesn't need to owe anyone any more favors.

As the last rays of light sank below the horizon, the darkness of night closed in behind him.

The tall, imposing figure in deep blue slowly disappeared into the darkness.

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