Help! The yandere's beloved pet wants to escape

There was still a strong wind outside, heavy rain was pouring outside the window, and the air was extremely humid and stuffy.

The hospital's inpatient department is a bit old and the lighting is poor. Coupled with the heavy rain, it seems particularly dim.

Gu Shiche looked at the surveillance footage and broke out in a cold sweat.

In the surveillance footage, there was only the scene of Deng Liya pulling Jiang Wanqing out of the door and pushing her into the elevator.

The surveillance camera in the elevator happened to have a broken part.

It was taken down early this morning and the surveillance camera hasn't been installed yet.

There is no subsequent scene of Jiang Wanqing.

The hospital staff also realized the seriousness of the situation and were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

It’s over. The hospital has lost all future sponsorship and there’s no hope of getting the latest medical equipment.

Gu Shiche unlocked his phone with trembling hands and dialed his subordinate's number.

He curled his lips into a cold smile and breathed heavily.

"I'll send you the surveillance footage. Find the woman who took the young lady away, immediately."

"Drag her over here, even if she dies, pry her mouth open and pull out her teeth."

"Yes! Mr. Gu!"

Gu Shiche held the table with one hand, his whole body trembling violently, even his palms were sweating.

He rushed out without thinking too much.

Behind him, Lu Qi shouted at him: "Tokorashi! Where are you going?!"

"Look for her."

It rained all night long.

Gu Shiche rushed into the heavy rain, getting soaked all over, and the strong wind made it difficult for him to run.

Almost everyone who passed by had a pile of checklists in their hands.

This is the dividing line between the human world and the underworld.

While welcoming the birth of new life, the departed souls are lingering on.

Gu Shiche was trembling in the noisy and chaotic world.

In this ordinary and desperate rain, he is looking for his late sunshine.

Suddenly he thought of something.

If Jiang Wanqing is not in the subsequent surveillance footage, then she might be in a place where the surveillance is also broken.

Gu Shiche immediately ran back to the inpatient department and frantically pressed the elevator button.

Please...you must be there!

......

Five hours have passed since she was detained.

Jiang Wanqing sat softly on the ground, her face as pale as ice and snow, even the corners of her eyes were blue.

She was trembling all over and her body was almost cold.

Jiang Wanqing kept biting her fingers, breaking the fingertips and causing small drops of blood to seep out.

She felt like she was dying.

Whether it was the dead silence in the morgue or the inner pain that she could not suppress at all, it was constantly tormenting her.

Suffocating, despair.

Just like the morgue they were in, there was no light coming in.

The air was still filled with the stench of a rotting corpse, which lingered for a long time.

Jiang Wanqing's breathing was extremely weak, as if she would fall down like the corpse on the stage in the next second.

She was at a loss and began to cry, feeling that her internal organs were in turmoil.

"Help me..."

Jiang Wanqing was trembling and whimpered in her throat.

It was all broken syllables, and he couldn't even utter a decent sentence.

Her throat felt like it was blocked by a stone, pressing down on her tongue.

She forced herself to stand up, grabbed the door handle and shook it, shouting incoherently.

The person was light and soft, standing alone in the dark morgue.

Jiang Wanqing covered her face with her hands and fell to her knees on the ground.

She couldn't hold back any longer and screamed, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Inside her brain, there was a force constantly kicking her head, trying to break through the shackles of memory.

Patients with dissociative amnesia must regain their memories on their own, otherwise the memories will be sealed in the brain forever.

Jiang Wanqing covered her heart with both hands, her head aching.

The vague figure in my mind gradually became clearer, and the past scenes were replayed frame by frame like an old movie.

The patient in bed number 14 who was kneeling beside the bed to put her shoes on.

Merge with him in my mind.

It's...him.

Jiang Wanqing fell to the ground exhausted, convulsing and helpless.

Her red eyes gradually filled with tears and she could hardly breathe.

Do we still have to count on him?

Why do I always think of his name every time I am in a desperate situation?

He was clearly the one she should cut off ties with the most.

Jiang Wanqing's face was pale and haggard. She grabbed the door handle and pulled herself up.

She raised her hands, banged on the door frantically, yelled and screamed like crazy, mumbling his name.

"Gu...Gu...Shi...Che."

The more she shouted, the harder she cried and she couldn't see clearly what was in front of her.

Her tears fell one by one and landed on the floor.

The more he shouted, the clearer the syllables became.

She swallowed the stone in her throat and forced herself to speak.

The door was slammed, and there was a sense of helplessness.

"Gu Shiche, save...me!"

She used all her strength to shout his name, hoping that the world could hear it.

After a moment, Jiang Wanqing collapsed to the ground.

Her face was pale, a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, and she was about to lose consciousness.

Bang! The door was violently slammed from the outside.

Bang! Another fierce collision, the people outside fought for their lives.

The sturdy iron door and the lock were deformed after being hit several times and rolled to the ground.

Gu Shiche threw away the completely broken door lock and kicked open the iron door of the morgue.

——In front of me, Jiang Wanqing collapsed to the ground.

Outside the building, thunder roared, startling the bustling world.

Gu Shiche was trembling and holding Jiang Wanqing in his arms with all his might.

He was soaked by the rain and his clothes were still dripping with water.

Gu Shiche used trembling hands to test her breathing.

Her breathing was so weak that it seemed as if she would die in his arms in the next second.

Gu Shiche held her in his arms, his breathing stagnant, as if his soul had been hollowed out.

“Found it…found it.”

It is his sunny day, his day, and the sun in his endless night.

It is also his inevitable fate in this life.

......

Jiang Wanqing was wearing an oxygen mask and lying on a stretcher, her face pale.

The doctor shone a flashlight into her pupils.

"Light reaction is slow, there is mild hypoxia, somatization symptoms are obvious, electrocardiogram is normal, and blood pressure is low."

The doctor skillfully pressed down Jiang Wanqing's head, deftly unwrapped a tongue depressor, and pried open her mouth, his movements somewhat roughly.

“The oral mucosa is intact.”

"Doctor, be gentle. She's afraid of pain." Gu Shiche's voice was low and hoarse, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse.

The doctor snorted coldly. He was used to seeing life and death in the emergency room.

"Don't watch it if it's heartbreaking. How can you, as family members, not feel sympathetic when a patient suffers from depression? The somatization symptoms are already so severe."

The nurse next to him slapped the doctor, lowered her head and winked: "Stop talking, it's Gu Shiche."

The doctor held his breath and said, "Remind the family, she needs constant care and the dosage of the medicine needs to be increased."

“It’s best to stay with the patient at all times.”

"Okay." Gu Shiche stared at her electrocardiogram with red eyes.

She has already forgotten me. How can I make her stop resisting me and stay by her side?

At that moment, Jiang Wanqing's voice was heard.

"Gu...Gu Shiche."

......

I'm finally out of the dark room! I'll update tomorrow to celebrate!