Xun Ji and Lin Yule left, and the spacious ward returned to silence.
But for Lu Zhou, it was all the same, because he could no longer hear.
He felt under his pillow for a mobile phone. The lit screen showed it was recording. He pressed pause and converted the voice to text.
“The doctor said it couldn’t be cured. But I have a way.”
“Lu Zhou, this is your only hope for recovery.”
…
“His ears can’t hear, so talking to him is pointless.”
“But that’s exactly what makes it fun—he can’t hear.”
…
“A Xun, isn’t he your little dog?”
“Yeah. I’m getting a bit tired of him.”
Lu Zhou deleted the text and clicked voice-to-text again. Dozens of seconds later, the same words appeared.
He found a professional voice-to-text app, downloaded it, installed it, and imported the recording. Still, the same text appeared.
He switched apps several times until a low battery warning popped up on the phone. He gripped the phone and unconsciously got out of bed.
But he forgot that his leg was in a cast due to the fracture. The moment his foot touched the ground, he tumbled down.
Splash—
He fell into an icy lake.
The lake surface was dotted with floating ice, sparkling and beautiful. His body sank heavily, deeper and deeper, until he reached the center where the light grew dim.
He vaguely saw a golden shadow on the lake surface, seemingly calling to him. He reached for that shadow, but he had sunk too deep—too late.
The shadow called out a few times, seemingly impatient, then turned and left. The lake surface plunged into total darkness, and the floating ice turned into jagged black rocks that smashed down toward the center.
Black stones pelted him like rain. He couldn’t move his limbs or catch his breath, and soon he was buried at the lake bottom.
Ding-dong. A message notification sounded.
Lu Zhou lay flat on the floor beside the hospital bed, his chest heaving violently as he gasped silently for air. Only after a long while did he slowly raise the phone and tap into the pinned chat.
– Don’t Eat Smoked Chicken: Oh right, when you’re bored recovering in the hospital, remember to keep up our daily promise.
– Don’t Eat Smoked Chicken: Little dog acting cute.gif
Lu Zhou stared at the chat for a long time before swiping to another conversation. The chat history with that person was from an hour ago, with only a few messages, all from the other side.
– Wait for a Monsoon: [Location shared]
– Wait for a Monsoon: Found you the best school for the disabled in the city. Transfer soon and you can still make the final exams. No need to thank me. Oh, and here’s a parting gift.
– Wait for a Monsoon: [Video]
– Wait for a Monsoon: Goodbye, stray dog.
The video was short, but Lu Zhou had watched it many times already.
The footage seemed secretly recorded in the Physics Lab, showing a blond teenager conducting an experiment.
The teen loaded a small device into a salute cannon, then twisted it toward a machine. The cannon exploded, confetti flew, and a string of monitoring numbers popped up on the machine. The teen removed his protective headgear, leaned in for a closer look, and nodded in satisfaction.
Lu Zhou’s fingers gently caressed the blond teen’s face on the screen, over and over.
He recognized that device. A Micro Sonic Bomb—Xun Ji had mentioned it while tutoring him for the Physics Competition. It wasn’t too hard to make manually; the challenge was controlling the power. Too weak, and it caused temporary deafness; too strong, and it destroyed the ear tissue completely, even killing the person.
Now, that device had appeared at the Winter Sports Meet, on the path to his victory.
In the empty, silent ward, Lu Zhou curled up on the floor. A strange sound emanated from his hoarse throat—half cry, half laugh.
Late at night, the VIP Ward area was eerily quiet.
A figure wearing a black duckbill cap slipped silently into a room. The ward was pitch black, but by the faint moonlight from the window, a bulge on the bed showed someone was deeply asleep.
The intruder glanced around and spotted what he wanted on a small table by the sofa: a laptop.
He tiptoed to the computer, opened it, and the screen lit up starkly in the darkness. He swiftly entered a screensaver password, his finger about to hit enter.
Snap.
The room light flicked on, and warm light flooded the ward instantly.
On the bed, the blond teenager sat up, rubbed his bleary eyes, and grumbled.
“You couldn’t come earlier? Had to pick the middle of the night.”
Under the light, the intruder slowly removed his hat, revealing fiery red short hair.
Lin Yule smiled. “A Xun, were you waiting for me? Where’s Lu Zhou?”
“He changed rooms.” Xun Ji yawned, fighting off sleepiness. “Lin Yule, we should’ve talked long ago.”
“So the Research Institute is fake? And the new drug too?” Lin Yule pointed at the computer.
“Not really. I gave them the drug formula—Lu Zhou can start treatment soon.”
Lin Yule frowned slightly. “Drug formula? Where did you get…” He trailed off, realizing.
“You opened the System Mall.” It wasn’t a question.
Xun Ji smiled, got out of bed, and walked over, looking down at him.
“You knew.” Xun Ji said. “You’re not just a Tasker—you knew I was one too.”
“But I’m curious. Your system only issues Tasks. How did you know there was another Tasker in this world?”
Lin Yule didn’t answer. Instead, he asked, “The System Mall can only be opened once per world, full of treasures, and you used it to fix Lu Zhou’s ears?”
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