Love, death, and false man

Chapter 7.7. The Tom and the Jerry
9/12—8:32
From July 7 to August 24, a bloody incident occurred on the fishing vessel Cheng Yun, which was operating in the waters around Chile.

The fishing boat has been missing for more than forty days, and the search efforts organized by the fishing boat's parent company and the maritime safety administration have never stopped. The latest news has also been sent back to China.

The exact number of deaths cannot be determined at present, but DNA comparison and classification are being conducted based on all the splattered blood residue on the ship, as well as the confessions of the fugitives who have been apprehended.

Preliminary estimates suggest that the total number of people on board, including those with official positions and illegal employees, was approximately ninety, with more than sixty deaths.

Inside the unassuming car, a police walkie-talkie crackled with slightly blurred electrical current.

"The suspect has been confirmed to be at the designated location. Considering the impact of the incident and the suspect's special status, we must avoid causing any unrest or disturbance, not even the slightest bit. Team Two, stand by. Team One, execute the operation immediately. Over."

At this moment.

The classroom of Class 2, Grade 11, on the third floor of the No. 6 Middle School teaching building.

Chemistry class.

Looking out the window through the iron fence, I saw continuous rain.

Aluminum-framed single-soldier combat chair, bone-chillingly cold.

Fang Yan felt that time was flowing extremely slowly, each day feeling like a year, as if his first year of high school had happened in the last century and had been completely severed by this summer vacation.

An inexplicable and intense unease suddenly swept over my mind; my brain seemed to be flowing, and some kind of restless, cold, slippery substance passed through my brain nerves, stimulating the cells like an electric shock.

Hiding from the teacher, I secretly checked the time on my flip phone under my desk drawer. Why was time passing so slowly? The first class wasn't over yet.

The very existence of the [Hunter Channel] is a matter of life and death for them.

"Your hand... seems to be bleeding."

Weng Qing turned her head to look at Fang Yan, reminding him.

"is it?"

Fang Yan looked at his right hand; it was from Dong Ni who had bitten him. These wounds were difficult to stitch, so he simply wrapped them with gauze. The blood had seeped into his inner clothes and soaked his outer school uniform.

"It's okay, it'll be fine in a little while."

Fang Yan believes that the amount of bleeding is not large, and the bloodstains formed are only a dozen square centimeters.

Before [The Hunt Channel] confirms this, it's difficult to say whether it was Donnie biting him or some kind of self-harm behavior under the split, with the mind-controlled organization emitting microwaves to make him self-harm.

At this moment, the homeroom teacher of Class Two stood at the classroom door, holding an umbrella.

"Please have Fang Yan come out for a moment. You need to fill out your family contact information again."

His tone was somewhat unnatural, and his eyes, with their fine crow's feet, held a deep, hidden horror.

It wasn't unusual for a few people to glance at Fang Yan and then turn back.

Only Fang Yan himself had fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

It was like a thunderbolt hitting my brain, causing my adrenaline to surge.

His breathing quickened slightly; things were not developing as Lieutenant Sylvia Christie had predicted.

He looked up at his homeroom teacher, reading his thoughts in real time, and his throat bobbed.

Although the homeroom teacher had no idea what had actually happened.

However, with police lying in wait at the administration building, they will minimize the number of people who witness the arrest, perhaps considering that they are under 18 years old, but that is secondary. The main reason is to reduce the social impact, since this maritime massacre was too heinous to be international news.

I acted entirely in self-defense. At that time, I didn't care about my wages at all; I just wanted to go home. But I was isolated and helpless at sea, and the ship's course was not under my control. Among the illegal employees were fugitives and outlaws. The resulting chain of suspicion after the conflict turned the ship into a primitive and barbaric place. I was forced into this situation.

I've never done anything wrong! The people who died at my hands were all bullies! Why is this happening?!

Perhaps the thoughts I see through my eyes are also caused by schizophrenia. If that's the case, I really hope that dismembering Dongni is just a dream.

"it is good."

Fang Yan prepared to take his schoolbag out of the drawer, but after thinking for a moment, he put it back and also put the switchblade from his pocket into the schoolbag, just to make sure he wouldn't be shot dead on the spot.

He left the classroom and went downstairs with his homeroom teacher. They remained silent all the way until they reached the entrance of the teaching building, where a torrential downpour began.

The garden landscape, greenery, flower beds, and trees resemble the jungles of Vietnam.

He didn't know if he was mentally confused, or if there were indeed lurking thoughts behind those bushes or plants.

It seems they'll keep monitoring me until I reach the administration building, a place where there are no students, or somewhere along the way where no one can see me, until they arrest me.

The details are incredible; this is absolutely real.

"Go to my office and fill out the information yourself. I have other things to do. Take my umbrella."

The homeroom teacher handed his umbrella to Fang Yan.

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning: he would not be judged for doing what was right, nor for these fabricated charges.

This……

Mind control that is infinitely circuitous and hidden; a fake human.

We can't leave through the school gate; there might be an ambush.

Running to the playground, scaling the wall to escape, stealing a car, and driving to the forest on the outskirts of the city—isn't that what it means to be a true outlaw? I'll do it.

Grandpa... must be very disappointed in himself.

Suddenly.

Fang Yan dropped his umbrella, took off at top speed, and ran towards the playground. His agile figure broke through layers of rain, and the speed and explosiveness he displayed were no less than those of professional athletes.

The three plainclothes criminal police officers, who were lying in ambush behind the greenery, only paused for half a second.

"The suspect is on the run; apprehend him immediately."

During the chase, the lead criminal police officer finished speaking over the walkie-talkie and then led the remaining officers to pursue Fang Yan. Since it was on campus, they could not use standard weapons.

Their hair and casual clothes were soaked. Despite their intense training, they couldn't catch up with Fang Yan in a short time.

It was raining heavily, and it was during class time, so there was almost no one outside.

But a game of cops and robbers was unfolding, with shoes quickly stomping through puddles and splashing water.

From the teaching building, past the gymnasium and the auditorium where events are held, to the playground, there are about fifty steps down the stairs, but Fang Yan didn't have time to take the leisurely detour.

He used his hands to support himself on the railing and climbed over, jumping down from a height of six or seven meters.

"This kid's got a death wish!"

Two police officers took a longer route and went down the stairs.

Fang Yan landed on the muddy ground of the flower bed, his body bent to dissipate the force, and he almost lost his balance, but he continued to stand up and run wildly.

The leader followed suit and jumped down without regard for the danger. There was a huge difference in body weight between the adult male and the male high school student, but he still did it.

Fang Yan, however, seemed to be on stimulants, running wildly across the playground. Only the lead police officer continued to chase after him, but they were still fifty meters away.

The playground, consisting of a plastic track and grass, was extremely spacious with no obstructions to the view. Reaching the edge of the playground, Fang Yan leaped up and grabbed the wet, rain-drenched fence. He slammed the iron fence with both hands, then flipped his entire body over it. His calves were cut by the spikes on the fence, and blood was flowing, but Fang Yan didn't feel it at all. The wire mesh also caught his school uniform jacket, so Fang Yan had to quickly take it off.

They successfully climbed out of the school and came to the sidewalk on the side of the main road.

He was somewhat frantic. Time was too tight, so he stood straight in the middle of the road to stop cars, completely disregarding his life. Some speeding cars whizzed past him, while others braked suddenly, causing traffic jams.

There was no time left; the police officers following behind also had to climb over the wall.

"Come back quickly! You'll get hit and killed!"

The police officer leading the way behind the school fence couldn't help but feel worried. He was just a student himself and never imagined that a high school student could be so crazy. What exactly happened on that fishing boat?

He shouted with all his might, repeating it over and over.

But Fang Yan didn't care about any of that. The Soul-Sucking Lord and the Mind Control Organization had made him distrust everything. He couldn't drive, but he could ride a bicycle. He could only steal a motorcycle. In the traffic jam, he quickly ran to a stopped motorcycle and punched the driver to the ground.

The person in charge of the operation, who was lying in ambush in an ordinary car at the school gate, twitched his eyelids when he heard that the suspect had fled outside the school.

As expected, we shouldn't underestimate him just because he's a high school student. According to the confessions of the suspects who have been arrested, this guy was the one who killed the most people in the whole incident. He must be a ruthless character.

But the law is just. Whether it was self-defense or manslaughter, Fang Yan must be imprisoned until the truth is found.

Fog shrouded the buildings, and heavy rain fell from the gray, hazy sky, making the traffic ahead seem somewhat chaotic.

He received further news that Fang Yan had stolen a motorcycle and was on the run.

The criminal investigation captain was silent for a while. It had come to this point. He hung the red and blue police lights on the roof of the car, the siren sounded, and the red and blue flashing lights pierced through the rain.

He stepped on the gas and chased after Fang Yan's location.

Fang Yan rode his motorcycle, weaving through the congested traffic, then clutching the gears, then pressing the accelerator, repeating this process as he sped along the main road.

The scenery on both sides blurred into a hazy illusion. Passing by cars, the bursting rain felt like knives scraping against my skin.

Perhaps it was the roar of the motorcycle's powerful engine, or something else, but Fang Yan felt severe dizziness and exhaustion.

so cold...

I glanced at my arm and the rest of my body and saw that I was bleeding everywhere.

The high-intensity running and exercise far exceeded the limits, causing the already poorly sutured wound to completely reopen.

His lips were bloodless, and his face grew increasingly pale. The rain soaked all his wounds, constantly washing them and causing more blood to seep out, soaking his clothes, cuffs, and trouser legs, and flowing into his sneakers.

it's too cold……

But Fang Yan only remembered that he had to keep squeezing the clutch and shifting gears, and he had to be faster, faster, to reach the forest so that he could escape.

Consciousness gradually blurred.

Ultimately, with his hand still gripping the clutch, the car slowed down more and more. The intense dizziness caused him to crash and fall to the ground, bleeding profusely.

I don't know how fast time flows.

However, the UI of the aircraft's control interface was still flashing those meaningless data: Soulfire intensity, Soulfire characteristics, and standby status.

Is this the end?

All I could see were blurry red and blue flashing beams of light. A black hood covered my head, plunging me into darkness. I lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)