Born from an illegal research institute that was later transformed into a prison housing many individuals—could it really comprehend its own existence? Yan Chuan pressed his lips together, feeling that the situation was somewhat dire.
Navi nodded in agreement. “Of course it still exists; it lives within the prison.” The doctor with golden hair smiled broadly, but upon closer inspection, it lacked genuine warmth: “Perhaps you have even seen it before.”
With her cool fingertips gripping his slender ankle, Navi placed the injured leg of the Oriental beauty on his own leg, completing the final touches of the medication. “It’s still a member of the prison; you might have encountered it somewhere.”
Yan Chuan furrowed his brow. The existence of a monster in the prison did not evoke fear in him, after all, he had experienced more than his share of supernatural scripts and had seen real ghosts. Yet the phrase, “the monster is still a member of the prison,” certainly unsettled Yan Chuan.
Navi’s words suggested that this “monster” not only possessed human intelligence but also bore a human appearance, evading detection among the prisoners and guards alike.
【A bit chilling】
【There won’t be any ghosts in this unlucky script, will there?】
【Confirmed: There are color ghosts.】
【Relax, relax! I see this doctor looks like he’s after a wife; even if he’s a ghost… he’d still call her his wife!】
Thinking about that… Yan Chuan’s expression suddenly soured. This was far scarier than a monster.
Blending into the crowd, yet nobody noticed something amiss. If one day the monster vanished, others would find it strange, pondering whether something had happened to him. The ankle held in Navi’s palm also trembled slightly.
“Just joking,” Navi offered at the right moment. “How could a monster blend in with the crowd? Wouldn’t it fear being discovered?”
“You don’t seem to be in a good mood,” he admitted generously. “I wanted to lighten the atmosphere, but I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Yan Chuan’s frown deepened. He glanced at Navi’s face, speechless and pursing his lips. Did Navi think he was one of those NPCs from a horror movie, deliberately creating a scary atmosphere?
“That’s not funny,” the Oriental beauty said sternly. “Doctor, I don’t think this is a good time for jokes.”
They were still in a situation where physical conflict could occur at any moment; what kind of mindset did Navi have to joke around and scare him?
Seeing his discontent, Navi quickly added, “It was my mistake for not considering the timing.”
Yan Chuan gave him a few more scrutinizing glances. “But it isn’t entirely impossible,” he continued, echoing Navi’s earlier sentiment. “With so many people in the prison, even if someone unfamiliar slipped in, they would be treated as a new inmate.”
“And during competitions, some people might get taken away…” he paused appropriately, “With newcomers arriving continuously, it’s common not to recognize everyone.”
Navi nodded in agreement, supporting Yan Chuan’s view: “Indeed.”
“Prisoners still need to return to their cells; it has a certain difficulty to pretend in that environment,” the golden-haired doctor spoke seriously, as if truly discussing the issue: “However, there is another possibility.”
“What possibility?” Yan Chuan pressed for more information.
Navi spoke mysteriously, as if leaving a suspenseful hint.
At that moment, the wound was finally treated, and Yan Chuan gently tapped his toes, signaling Navi to let his leg down. He wanted to stand up.
Navi complied and released his calf, advising, “Try not to move much; it’s not good for the wound to heal.”
Yan Chuan nodded. He remained seated, his legs naturally bent and hanging down, resting against the edge of the hospital bed.
The hospital bed was covered with a clean white cloth that draped down to the floor, concealing whatever lay beneath the empty lower part of the bed.
At first glance, one could not see if anything was hidden underneath.
As Yan Chuan stood up, his calf bent backward slightly, and he suddenly touched something.
Soft, warm, and shaped like a hand; it swayed gently with the rhythm of breathing.
Yan Chuan froze instantly. Was there something under the bed, or rather… someone?
Navi was at the cabinet arranging medicine bottles, while still reminding him of his care.
Yan Chuan felt his heart racing wildly. He bent slightly at the waist, pulling the cloth covering the hospital bed just enough to see beneath it. Unsurprisingly, a person was hiding underneath.
With golden hair and blue eyes, tall and muscular, curled into the gap between the bed and the floor.
The face was handsome, strikingly familiar. A familiarity Yan Chuan was reluctant to acknowledge.
“What’s the other possibility?” Yan Chuan heard himself ask weakly.
“The other possibility,” the golden-haired doctor turned with a smiling face, “is that it could be someone’s replacement.”
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