The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A9 C262: I Had a Dream

Xiao Jin'ang is an advanced artificial intelligence system capable of replicating almost all human emotions. So he knows that tears, this salty liquid, mostly represent pain in most cases. Even when one is moved to tears, there's inevitably a hint of lingering bitterness from the past.

Xiao Jin'ang gently touched the tear stains on Ming Zhou's cheek with his fingertips, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, not understanding why Ming Zhou was crying. He asked in a soft and concerned voice, "Dr. Ming, did you hurt yourself?"

After speaking, he half-knelt on the ground, looking down to roll up Ming Zhou's pants. Sure enough, he saw a dark bruise on Ming Zhou's knee from knocking against the edge of the coffee table. Just as he was about to stand up to find the first aid kit, his wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by Ming Zhou.

Ming Zhou's fingertips were cold as ice, his face was pale and looked terrible, his breathing was heavy, more panicked than the day he lost his direction in the mall.

He tightly held Xiao Jin'ang's hand, cold sweat soaked his dark hair, his eyelashes shimmered under the light, but his eyes were unfocused and lifeless. He anxiously asked, "Why is it so dark?"

Ming Zhou couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. He fumbled on the ground, seemingly searching for something. Then he staggered to his feet, accidentally hitting the cold hard table corner and the icy wall, finally finding the light switch and pressing it hard.

There was a soft "click".

Still, his vision remained pitch black.

Ming Zhou looked up, trying hard to widen his unfocused eyes, seemingly determined to see something light up in front of him. He repeatedly pressed the switch with force, his pale fingers slippery with cold sweat. The overhead light in the room flickered with his movements, dazzling the eyes.

"Why is it so dark..."

"Why..."

Cold sweat dripped from Ming Zhou's chin. He was extremely nervous and kept muttering to himself, repeating the same words. The cat cowering in the corner was also startled by the frequent flashing lights, meowing softly and pacing anxiously in place, its voice sharp and hoarse.

Ming Zhou was very much like that cat.

And that cat was very much like Ming Zhou.

Xiao Jin'ang came to his senses and quickly stepped forward to stop Ming Zhou's actions. He tightly held Ming Zhou's cold hands in his palms, preventing him from moving, and comforted him in a low voice, "It's okay, it's nighttime now, that's why it's dark. It will be light again when morning comes."

"No... there won't be any light..."

The sky has never brightened in the past thirty-five years.

Ming Zhou trembled all over, suddenly pushed Xiao Jin'ang away, his eyes red as he tightly gripped his own neck with his hands. Tears fell from his eyes and hit the ground, "Why am I not dead yet?"

He choked himself, his breathing rapid, his knuckles turning blue from the force, and repeatedly questioned with red eyes, "Why am I still alive..."

"Why am I still alive..."

Ming Zhou's body slipped uncontrollably to the ground. The chill from the floor spread throughout his body, and outside the window, the wind and rain were swirling. Amidst the lightning and thunder, he seemed to be taken back to that unstable night.

The woman covered in blood ignored the crying child and walked out of the dark room step by step, slowly approaching the window of the high-rise building, then jumped down.