It was evident that he had just gone through a rather unpleasant experience.
He had been bullied by different people and was taken to a dark, damp corner, walking barefoot on a rough and uneven path.
Yet he reached out his hand to Leo, indicating he wanted to leave with him.
“Hmm,” Leo grasped his cool fingertips, saying, “Let’s go.”
Leo lifted him onto his back, signaling Yan Chuan to wrap his arms around his neck. He carefully supported Yan Chuan’s calves, avoiding any bruised areas.
Yan Chuan lay on Leo’s back, his pointed chin resting on Leo’s shoulder.
“The way is a bit long,” Leo’s voice was deep, resonating right next to Yan Chuan’s ear, “We might have to walk for a while.”
Yan Chuan felt a bit anxious.
“Will we encounter that…” he whispered, hesitant to say the word “monster.”
Leo understood what he meant.
As they walked forward, he replied, “No, the warden has locked it away in prison.”
Yan Chuan on Leo’s back showed a flicker of curiosity, but more of it was concern.
It seemed that Ariel, acting as the warden in the script, had indeed found a way to restrain the monster, but Yan Chuan felt something was off.
How did Ariel find the monster and manage to “lock” it in prison?
Did he know that Yan Chuan was taken by the monster and then called Leo to save him?
Where had Hesse gone, and how had the conflict between the guards and prisoners progressed?
These questions swirled in Yan Chuan’s mind.
“I can…” he lowered his head; from his angle, he could only see Leo’s prominent nose and his finely sculpted profile. He hesitated and asked, “Can I ask a few questions?”
The lighting was dim, and Yan Chuan couldn’t clearly see Leo’s expression, but at that moment, he felt fortunate that he was asking in a situation where Leo could not see him.
If they were face to face, he might not have been able to ask.
“Hmm,” Leo quickly replied, “About the prison? Go ahead.”
His swift agreement made Yan Chuan feel a bit awkward, and after a moment of thought, he spoke up.
“The monster you mentioned…” he said softly, “What exactly is it, and why is it in prison?”
Yan Chuan’s question momentarily paused Leo.
“Its existence predates the prison itself,” Leo explained. “The monster existed before the confinement island prison was repaired; it is a failed product of some experiment.”
Yan Chuan blinked, recalling experiments he had once reviewed.
The head of the research institute was someone named “L.”
Hesse had come because of the monster in the research institute.
“Confinement Island was originally just a deserted island, but once a shipwreck occurred, people drifting here discovered this lonely island. Due to its remote location, it was named Confinement Island.”
“They discovered a strange creature on the island, brought it back to the lab, and found that it was very helpful for scientific research.” Leo narrated like telling a story to Yan Chuan. “So they built a laboratory here specifically for research.”
Yan Chuan listened intently, roughly guessing the story’s direction.
The research institute turned into a prison indicated that something had gone wrong there, likely due to a failed experiment. It somehow became the “monster” in the script.
The “monster” cannot be eradicated, but it possesses strong destructive power, or perhaps someone coveted its unique abilities, which led to the construction of this prison to contain it.
In addition, serious offenders among the prisoners were selected to be sent here, serving as food for the monster.
As for why it had to be prisoners, Yan Chuan mused that it might be due to the peaceful background of the script, with no other options for large-scale transportation of people.
Establishing a hierarchy among the prisoners allowed them to turn on each other.
And he was just an unfortunate little wretch, someone who could be bullied by anyone in the prison, even before the monster.
Yan Chuan pressed his cheek against Leo’s shoulder, the pale flesh creating a small indentation.
If not for Leon’s disappearance… he would have truly mistaken the monster for someone expressing goodwill towards him.
He lowered his gaze, his eyelashes brushing against Leo’s neck, causing a slight tickling sensation.
The tall, silent man carrying him felt more reliable than anyone else.
“Then will I be killed by the monster too?” the delicate, fragile oriental beauty lay on Leo’s shoulder, asking after a while, “Will I die here?”
His voice was very quiet, almost inaudible in the dim and narrow cave, almost drowned out by the dripping water.
But the man carrying him still understood what he was saying.
Leo lifted him a bit higher, hooking his knee, and replied, “No.”
“Due to certain restrictions, the monster won’t come out often.” The reliable and silent guard explained, “Its current agitation… can probably be attributed to physiological effects.”
Yan Chuan didn’t understand.
Physiological effects… he blinked.
What does that mean?
However, the man carrying him seemed reluctant to elaborate on that question, only vaguely stating.
“For a while, it will nest, looking for things to decorate its nest, like animals courting…”
Leo spoke indirectly, but Yan Chuan understood.
His expression changed slightly.
The monster… wouldn’t be regarding him as some object of courtship or entanglement, would it?
Yan Chuan glanced back at the deep, winding cave.
Although there were traces of human excavation, it had clearly been a long time since someone had been here; the ground of the passage was bumpy and uneven.
However, the corner where he had woken up was evidently decorated, with soft and dry blankets laid on the stone platform, carrying the scent of having been washed and dried not long ago.
Strictly speaking… there really was a bit of that implication.
Because of the special period Leo mentioned, he wasn’t treated like others. Instead, he pretended to be human, donning a plausible identity to find him.
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