Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

After playing the game for so long, my intuition tells me that this story is nearing its end.

All the evidence of CYD's crimes that you've collected over the years has been compiled, packaged, and sent to the mayoral candidate's office.

Tartarus then reappeared at a street rally.

You were attacked by him and hospitalized after trying to save someone.

Everything is unfolding according to the script.

"Heroic investigator saves civilians from the clutches of an SSS-class predator," the next day's newspaper headline roared in bold black letters, your bloodstains in the photo gleaming a glaring red in the sunlight.

On the day he was carried into the hospital, before the beeping of the monitor had even calmed down, the words "immune person" exploded on the internet like a virus.

The whispers at the nurses' station, the sudden glint in the doctors' eyes, and even the news helicopters circling outside the window all signaled that the most crucial part of the plan had been launched.

The media's sense of smell is always sharper than that of a hunting dog.

Two hours later, all channels were broadcasting the news that "the only immune person will donate blood for research on a healing agent."

You had just changed out of your hospital gown when you heard the sound of the door behind you opening and closing.

Your hand quickly reached for the pistol at your waist, and as you turned, the corner of your eye locked onto the dark figure in the doorway.

When you saw that the person who came was Qin Che, your tense shoulders suddenly relaxed.

He leaned against the pure white door frame of the hospital, his wild attire somewhat startling to the eye.

You forcibly looked away and continued adjusting your work clothes: "What brings you here?"

Qin Che raised his chin, his gaze sweeping over the police uniform you were wearing, and said, "Of course, it's to visit the wounded."

As he spoke, he tapped his fingertips lightly on the door frame, the rhythm so casual it sounded like he was humming an off-key tune.

You rolled your eyes at him, walked over to him, looked him up and down, then grabbed a piece of chain from his clothes and started spinning it between your fingers: "Not even a bouquet of flowers, not a bit of sincerity."

He chuckled softly, handing over two ticket stubs held between his slender fingers. "A late-night drive-in theater," Qin Che's voice held a hint of slyness, "just something to do?"

The title of "The Last Double Killer" on the ticket wasn't even printed clearly. You held the ticket stub, and the corner of your mouth twitched involuntarily: "Your taste in movies is really tacky."

"Do I have a choice?" He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, his tone implying, "You should know what I mean." "It's the only one showing right now."

You took the ticket stub and carefully tucked it into the pocket of your little leather skirt: "Yeah, right."

The moment the words left her lips, the image of another ticket stub suddenly flashed through her mind. It was from the year Qin Che disappeared. That ticket stub was still tucked in your notebook. If you looked at it now, even the writing on it would probably be gone.

"what happened?"

You pursed your lips and said, "It's nothing, I just remembered that I didn't get to watch 'The Expired Invitation' before."

"Then let's not let it become a self-fulfilling prophecy again."

As Qin Che finished speaking, you looked up and met his eyes. It seemed that both of your eyes held a light that only the other could understand.

A deep male voice broke the silence once again: "CYD will make their move soon, are you ready?"

"Since you've asked me to 'add fuel to the fire,' I'm naturally prepared."

You had Qin Che attack you using the identity of Tartarus, and then exposed your own immune status in front of everyone.

CYD will never allow an immune person like you to donate your blood for free.

So they either gain it or they destroy it.