Chapter 93
"Yu He! I was wrong, I admit it!"
Qiu Yang’s entire body convulsed violently as he tremblingly pulled out a phone from his pocket: "Aren’t you going to save that high school student? Call 120, call for an ambulance."
Yu He's gaze casually swept over the mobile phone in Qiu Yang’s hand. At this moment, he simply couldn’t pay attention to what Qiu Yang was saying. He was only interested in things that intrigued him.
Like the trembling of Qiu Yang’s hands, for instance.
"Why do people feel fear?" Yu He furrowed his brow, grabbed Qiu Yang’s neck generously, and was more than willing to share his valuable experiences gleaned at death’s door with Qiu Yang: "When you come infinitely close to death, that’s when you stop being afraid."
"Let go of me, you maniac!" Qiu Yang desperately slapped at Yu He’s hands.
Yu He couldn’t feel any pain; the strength Qiu Yang was able to exert at this moment was too insignificant for him.
Like a mouse caught by a cat, all of his struggles were laughable.
Yu He tightened his grip: "Was I acting this foolish just now? I'm very sorry for making you laugh."
Qiu Yang’s pupils contracted sharply: "You’re truly a madman, even crazier than I am."
Yu He nodded slightly, politely responding: "Thank you for the compliment."
It didn’t take long for Qiu Yang to lose all hearing. To be exact, he lost his ability to hear entirely after his neck was tightly squeezed, and all he could see was a sea of red.
In terms of physical capabilities, Qiu Yang at his age couldn’t possibly compare to Yu He in the prime of his youth. Under the torment of asphyxiation, Qiu Yang was quicker to approach death than Yu He had been.
All he could do was pray internally to endure through Yu He’s seven acts of revenge quickly.
Unfortunately, Yu He was more terrifying than he had imagined.
The gentle smile on Yu He’s face contrasted starkly with his actions, showing no signs of the normal human split between emotion and behavior.
Qiu Yang’s slack face turned a deep shade of red, and his struggles grew weaker and weaker.
Qiu Yang's face turned from red to white, with snot and tears streaming from his nose and mouth.
Just when Qiu Yang thought he was going to be strangled to death, Yu He finally loosened his grip.
Yu He stared indifferently at the struggling and coughing Qiu Yang, coldly commenting, "How uninteresting."
Then, he tightened his grip once again.
No one could withstand the agony of repeated suffocation. When Yu He loosened his grip again, Qiu Yang, struggling, begged for mercy: "Yu He, Lord Yu, I was wrong, I truly was wrong. Please think of Bai Mu in the restroom..."
Yu He remained unmoved, continuing to tighten his grip.
Qiu Yang lifted his head, using all his strength to shout, "Fu Yunzheng is still waiting for you in Yun Su!"
Yu He's hands paused abruptly.
Never in his life had Qiu Yang thought that the three words 'Fu Yunzheng' would one day save his life!
Qiu Yang trembled his lips, speaking with a quiver: "My worthless life doesn't matter. If you kill me now, you won’t be able to meet Fu Yunzheng at five in the evening; you'll never be able to go back to him."
You'll never be able to go back to him.
These few short words instantly shattered Yu He’s unbreakable spirit.
Yu He raised his hand and slapped Qiu Yang, "Shut up."
Qiu Yang knew when to yield and immediately closed his mouth.
The curve of Yu He’s lips slowly flattened, showing his displeasure.
Picking up Qiu Yang’s phone, Yu He used Qiu Yang’s fingerprint to unlock it and dialed a number.
After what seemed like an endlessly long ringtone, the overly excited expression on Yu He’s face completely vanished.
He looked down at Qiu Yang, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.
Yu He's voice was hoarse and weak, completely opposite to his expression: "Fu Yunzheng, there’s been a little accident."
Fu Yunzheng’s voice came through the phone: "Little He, what happened?"
Qiu Yang held his breath as he listened to Yu He make a phone call, silently preparing for a counterattack. Yu He, nonchalant, yanked Qiu Yang's head and smashed it towards the ground once again.
A dull thud echoed.
Qiu Yang, seeing stars from the impact, muttered under his breath, "Crazy bastard."
Yu He grabbed Qiu Yang's neck with one hand, tilted his head to pin the phone between his shoulder and ear, freeing up his other hand to deliver a fierce slap across Qiu Yang’s face.
Fu Yunzheng inquired about the source of the noise.
Following that, Qiu Yang heard Yu He, this mad son of a bitch, say in a grievously aggrieved tone:
“Qiu Yang hit me.”
*
When the police opened the grand doors of the Qiu family’s villa, the entire mansion was eerily silent.
Captain Zhang Ming of the Criminal Investigation Detachment stepped onto the stairs, faintly hearing some sounds coming from a room on the second floor.
Before pushing the door open, he heard someone inside the room say, “The police are here.”
Inside, the room bore obvious signs of a struggle; a quilt was spread on the floor, clearly covering a human form.
It was like a corpse covered with a white sheet in a morgue.
A tightness gripped Zhang Ming’s heart as he quickly stepped forward and lifted the quilt—
It was Qiu Yang.
Qiu Yang had passed out, his body showing clear signs of having been beaten.
Seeing this, Zhang Ming involuntarily furrowed his brows, made a gesture to his colleagues to carry Qiu Yang out first.
A hoarse voice came from the bathroom: “There’s a patient here; he’s about to die.”
Shocked by the words, Zhang Ming quickly strode forward and pushed open the bathroom door.
A tall and thin young man was sitting on the bathroom tiles, his back to Zhang Ming, half-holding a young boy through a quilt.
The boy had his eyes tightly closed, his face deathly pale, with obvious bloodstains around his mouth and nose. The blood had been wiped away, but a stark, crimson stain remained.
Despite his disheveled appearance, the boy's delicate features were hard to ignore; he appeared to be very young.
According to the information at hand, Zhang Ming quickly identified the boy’s identity; this was Bai Mu, the high school student that Qiu Yang had brought back from the nightclub.
The only one awake here now was Yu He.
This didn’t quite match the rumors.
Zhang Ming looked at Yu He with caution: "Are you Yu He?"
Yu He tilted his head slightly.
The moment Zhang Ming saw Yu He's face clearly, his heart skipped a beat.
The beauty of Yu He’s profile was breathtaking. The bruises on his lips and neck not only failed to mar his beauty, but they instead lent him an even more ethereal and dazzling allure, filled with the dark, withering charm of a red rose in decay.
Everything in front of him was like a silhouette from a dimly lit, old movie scene.
In the small, antique-decorated bathroom, a pale, ethereal young man held a dying teenager in his arms.
The teenager had blood running down his forehead, his life hanging in the balance, while the young man was covered in injuries, his gaze cold and indifferent.
It was as if they were a pair of ghosts
Come for revenge,
Resembling twin flowers blooming on the road to the netherworld, exuding an aura of ghostly mystique yet also carrying an air of untouchable divinity.
This scene was immensely impactful and shocking.
The bruises on Yu He’s neck were deep, revealing a sinister shade of black and purple, with the finger marks blurred and unclear.
Such a pattern and color of bruising could not have formed in just one instance.
The finger marks on his face were quite evident, and his split lip proved that Yu He had also encountered violence.
There were three people in the room, and all three had sustained serious injuries.
Zhang Ming's eyelids twitched as he finally realized just how complex the situation behind this seemingly straightforward case of illegal detention was.
No wonder his brother insisted he handle this personally.
Yu He removed the towel from Bai Mu's forehead, revealing the wound to Zhang Ming, "Officer, he's dying."
Zhang Ming bent down to help Yu He, "Are you alright?"
Yu He glanced at Zhang Ming, "Zhang Ming?"
Zhang Ming nodded.
Yu He picked up a cellphone from the ground, his tone much more animated than when he spoke to Zhang Ming, "Your brother-in-law's brother has arrived; I need to go to the police station with him."
"Go ahead," Fu Yunzhe's voice came from the phone, "I’m on my way, I'll pick you up and take you home tonight."
After hanging up, Yu He handed the phone to Zhang Ming, "It’s Qiu Yang’s."
Zhang Ming noticed that Yu He’s hands were trembling slightly.
This trembling was different from that caused by cold or fear; it was a trembling from excessive agitation.
Zhang Ming, who dealt with criminals all year round, sensed something amiss and realized that Yu He seemed to be suppressing some kind of excitement in his heart.
Zhang Ming’s back tensed involuntarily, and he subconsciously distanced himself from Yu He.
Yu He gave off an aura of danger, and he didn’t resemble the ‘easy to fool’ and ‘good-tempered’ kid described by his brother. Even though Yu He hadn’t made any extreme moves, Zhang Ming couldn’t convince himself that Yu He was harmless.
If forced to describe him, Zhang Ming, who was not very good at rhetorical devices, could only describe Yu He as a ‘bomb’.
Dangerous, terrifying, highly active, and extremely unstable.
He even suspected that Yu He might have taken some illegal stimulants, and decided to bring him back to the station for a hair follicle test.
Before Zhang Ming could say anything, Yu He suddenly bent over and vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, startling Zhang Ming into supporting him, "Are you okay?"
Yu He’s voice was hoarse, "I'm fine, the blood vessels in my esophagus and trachea were crushed, it’s just blood from my throat."
Zhang Ming examined Yu He, "I should take you to the hospital first."
Yu He used his right hand to check his own pulse on his left hand, noticing his unusually rapid heartbeat. Under these circumstances, taking his own pulse wasn’t yielding any meaningful results.
Yu He, gripping his own wrist, thought:
Why is my heart beating so fast? This isn't normal. Is it because I'm too excited?
You need to calm down, Yu He; this state of mind isn’t right.
My bipolar disorder is acting up again.
Yu He’s mood has rarely ever been this bad.
When he's with Fu Yunzhe, his mood always remains stable; even if there are slight fluctuations, cuddling with Fu Yunzhe would make everything better.
Yu He was acutely aware that there were some serious issues with his mental state.
That feeling was very distinctive, almost impossible to mistake.
How should one describe the sensation of a bipolar episode?
It’s as if the soul has been torn in half; the normal half is unstable and drifts aimlessly, almost as if it’s disconnected from the body, while the abnormal half takes over the entire being.
It’s either excessively gloomy or overly excited.
The diseased half of the soul is magnified infinitely, manipulating Yu He’s emotions. Yu He knows this is wrong, he knows there’s something wrong with him, but he can’t come down, he can’t regain control of his emotions and actions.
At times like these, if Fu Yunzhe could just hold Yu He, then Yu He’s drifting soul could quickly return to its place, cuddling warmly with Fu Yunzhe.
But Fu Yunzhe isn’t here right now.
Even though Yu He knows he is sick, he is powerless to do anything about it.
His antidote isn't here.
It’s really frustrating. He should never have left the Fu residence, should never have left Fu Yunzhe.
These people outside are just too annoying.
If only he and Fu Yunzhe were the only ones left in the world.
Yu He’s gaze involuntarily swept over Zhang Ming, scanning critical areas like his temples, carotid artery, and heart.
Zhang Ming inexplicably felt a chill down his spine and turned his head to glance at Yu He beside him.
Yu He made an effort to shake off the unsettling thoughts as he and Zhang Ming got into the police car together.
Regrettably, the excitement brought on by his manic state did not ward off his motion sickness.
Yu He vomited uncontrollably at the entrance of the hospital.
He had visible bruises from being hit, and the strangulation marks on his neck were terrifying. Upon entering the hospital, Yu He was immediately taken to the MRI room to check for any internal bleeding in his organs.
The MRI room was chilly. As Yu He lay on the MRI machine and was transported into the MRI chamber, he couldn't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to be pushed into the cremation furnace at a crematorium after death.
This place is like a coffin.
A coffin that has swallowed all of Yu He’s rationality.