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 It started to drizzle outside. Song Yu's head was spinning, but he could still hear the rustling sound.

His eyelashes were stuck together, wet and sticky. Perhaps because of Zhou Yun's words, his skin turned pink.

Zhou Yun quickly wiped the drool off his lips and chin.

Afterwards, Zhou Yun fed him water and bread.

Part of Song Yu's hair was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his face. Combined with his dark, trembling eyelashes, he looked pitiful.

"That's enough..."

Song Yu felt that he was full and reminded the other person, "I'm not hungry anymore."

He felt Zhou Yun glance at his stomach and then shivered and moved back in the chair.

"Eating so little, no wonder you're so thin. Your waist is so thin."

Song Yu pursed his lips, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Fortunately, Zhou Yun did not force him to eat anything more. He just stared at him and said, "Your eyelashes are so beautiful, and so are your eyes."

Then he held up the metal ball in his hand and said, "You look especially good when you bite it."

Song Yu did not know what it was, but subconsciously he could feel that it was not a proper thing.

Actually, Zhou Yun wouldn't hurt him. He could complete

the mission by staying in this room for 24 hours—probably the easiest way to finish.

But he didn't want to do that. He still wanted to know Zhou Qiao and Zhou Yun's story, and he still wondered what would happen to them after he left this world.

"This is Ming Island, right?" After eating, Song Yu felt less weak. He kept telling himself not to be so afraid. "What exactly is Ming Island?"

Zhou Yun lowered his eyes, then quickly looked up again, picked Song Yu up from the chair, and held him in his arms.

"Hold me, Song Yu."

"No one has ever held me before."

Song Yu paused. At that moment, he could feel the sadness in the tall man's words.

He rested his chin on the man's shoulder, then reached out and slowly patted Zhou Yun's back.

...

This island was originally just an unnamed little island.

Later, it was noticed by a group of rich second-generation heirs. One of the richest bought it and started building villas and entertainment facilities. After it was completed, he invited his friends in the circle to play together.

Gradually, they began to get bored, and some started suggesting hiring minor celebrities to keep them company.

As time went on, the island's owner began to wonder if this could be turned into a business.

So, he began personally scouting for beautiful women. These weren't glamorous models or obscure actresses, but rather poor, unsophisticated girls desperately needing money.

They paid them, and round after round of pleasure ensued.

Thus, the island was always occupied, day and night, and the owner named it "Ming Island," a combination of the characters for "sun" and "moon."

These rich kids indulged in pleasure without any protection, and soon, some of the island's girls became pregnant. Given

their social status, these men could never marry them, but the children in their wombs were their own.

At this point, the island owner offered a suggestion—sacrifice the mother for the child.

Children were a scarce resource; almost every family in their circle had illegitimate children, and even if they brought them back, no one would care.

But the mothers of the children couldn't stay, to prevent leaks.

So these girls were lured by the promises of the wealthy young men, believing that giving birth to their children would guarantee them marriage into rich families. Little did they know, the day their children left their wombs would be their death day.

Later, some pregnant girls found out, and a few daring ones tried to escape, only to be caught and made an example of. The rest of the group dared not run away and obediently stayed on the island to nurture their pregnancies, awaiting their fate.

Gradually, some of the more compliant girls also promised not to be killed, and were even provided with jobs and care for their children—at an orphanage not far from the island.

This orphanage was funded by them, and all newborn children were sent there.

Once these wealthy young men had consolidated their power and secured their positions through marriage, they would specifically come here to select promising children to raise as heirs.

The island owner had three children.

Two of them were twins, but these twins seemed precocious and not close to him. Their eyes also resembled their mother's, with whom he had suffered a major setback.

The island owner felt this was unlucky and chose another child.

This child appeared somewhat autistic, but possessed a high intelligence.

He took the child home, had someone hypnotize his memories, and then gave the transformed child a new name:

Lu Baiyu.

Afterwards, others in the circle began to follow suit, choosing their offspring from the orphanage if their own children weren't up to par.

They didn't care about the other children; they donated so much money to the orphanage every year, raising them was already more than enough.

So, Mingdao and the orphanage continued to operate, attracting more and more people and increasing the number of children, until one day, Zhou Yun found a diary from the director.

The diary detailed the actions of these beasts; Mingdao and the orphanage had become their harem, constantly providing them with fresh blood.

The director and staff were all their people. The day after Zhou Qiao and Zhou Yun fully understood the truth, a fire broke out at the orphanage and Mingdao.

Those who knew the truth either died or were bribed to keep quiet, while the remaining children were moved elsewhere.

At that time, Zhou Qiao and Zhou Yun vowed that they would send these people to hell in their lifetimes.

…

Song Yu was held in Zhou Yun's arms. He wanted to see the man's expression, but the other buried his face deep in the crook of his neck.

“Those people are here now, on this island that used to be their paradise.”

Zhou Yun put Song Yu down. “It’s good to see you one last time.”

Song Yu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Zhou Yun locked the door after placing him on a chair.

Gunshots rang out outside.

009: [Host, everyone who came to the island back then has been kidnapped and brought here, including the heads of the Lu and Gu families. However, the previous murders gave them a warning, and they hired a team of mercenaries.]

[The main characters are all here.]

[It’s dangerous outside now, but this room is safe.]

[You can stay here for 24 days—Host, you want to go—]

Song Yu got off the chair and reached for the lock, but it wouldn’t budge.

[009, buy some protective umbrellas, and also, open the door for me.]

009: [Host…]

Protective umbrellas only work at close range; they won’t work in this room, at least not here.

009 didn't argue further. After providing Song Yu with a protective shield, he used tools to open the door.

Gunfire erupted continuously outside. Song Yu paused, then immediately opened the door and stepped out.

This was a villa that had been burned down. With 009 constantly alerting him, Song Yu carefully avoided the mercenaries, but 009 didn't have the authority to know the protagonists' locations.

Song Yu needed to search them one by one.

The floorboards creaked loudly with each step, and his heart pounded.

Around the corner, Song Yu heard 009's warning and immediately retreated. Being small, he hid behind a dark wall, unseen by anyone.

Then, a red light above the wall distracted him.

What was that…?

009: [Wait, host.]

A few seconds later, Song Yu heard 009's voice: [Detection confirmed, host, that's high explosives.]

Song Yu paused.

[There are six or seven more in this villa, enough to destroy it.]

Song Yu's heart pounded, and his right eyelid twitched incessantly.

—"Left is good, right is bad."

But usually, when his right eyelid twitched, Song Yu would tell himself that superstition was unreliable.

He waited anxiously for the footsteps to leave, but the next second, someone covered his mouth and nose and dragged him into another small room.

Song Yu's legs went weak. After the other person released him, he turned around and saw Lu Baiyu's face, which was almost half covered in blood.

He paused, then looked to the side.

There were four people in the room.

Except for Zhou Yun, everyone else had serious wounds.

Zhou Qiao glanced at Zhou Yun with a cold face: "Why did you bring him here? We can just die ourselves."

Perhaps knowing that he had no way out, Zhou Yun's tone was more relaxed: "My wish is to die in Xiao Yu's arms."

Song Yu paused.

He could feel that the other three people all had grim faces.

But now that he had seen the person, Song Yu could secretly send the protective umbrella out.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could say anything, Zhou Qiao walked towards him and hugged him.

In just a brief moment, Song Yu could smell the mixed smell of blood on him.

Zhou Qiao quickly released him and looked at Gu Linwei: "Take Xiaoyu away."

Gu Linwei froze: "I..."

"It has nothing to do with you anyway." Lu Baiyu reloaded the gun in his hand and handed it to Gu Linwei. "You don't need to feel guilty. We'll pay for the rest when we get back."

"Your mission is to get Xiaoyu away safely."

Gu Linwei hesitated for only a few seconds before taking Song Yu's hand.

*

There was a secret passage behind the villa, leading to another unknown waterway to the island.

Gu Linwei pulled him along and ran quickly. Song Yu's legs were weak, and his heart was pounding. He was panting and wanted to tell him: "By the way, there were... there were explosives planted in the villa..."

Gu Linwei hummed in agreement.

He didn't seem surprised. Song Yu was stunned for a moment before he realized something: "You guys did it..."

"Yes, we planted them. People from the Lu family, people from the Gu family, everyone who has been to this island is here." They were probably almost there. Gu Linwei slowed down and carried Song Yu on his back.

Song Yu could feel the vibration in his chest as he spoke, like a booming sound.

"They all have to die."

Pushing open the stone door, the sky outside was gloomy, pressing down on the ground, making it hard to breathe.

Song Yu saw a small boat on the riverbank.

There were several life jackets on the boat. Gu Linwei helped him onto the boat and quickly put a life jacket on him.

He heard the voices of mercenaries not far away, firing in their direction.

Song Yu was terrified. Umbrella could only protect his heart and hold onto his life; it couldn't protect anything else. Afraid that Gu Linwei would get hurt, he urged him to get on the boat quickly.

But Gu Linwei just pushed the boat away forcefully.

He just watched him leave from the shore.

"Bang!"—

then a second, a third…

thick smoke instantly billowed from the entire villa.

The fire surged upwards.

No…

Song Yu stared blankly in Gu Linwei's direction.

The man who had been squatting there had suddenly disappeared.

Song Yu's eyes widened, and he felt his face begin to wet.

It started to drizzle.

His head was spinning, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and a deep voice became clearer and clearer.

“Baby.”

“It’s time to wake up…”

A dazzling white light appeared before Song Yu’s eyes, his vision completely disappeared, and then the whole world fell into darkness.

009…

He tried to call out to the other person.

But there was no response, and soon, he also lost his last bit of consciousness.

*

“Mr. Song?”

“Mr. Song Yu?”

Song Yu’s eyelids opened with difficulty. He opened his eyes and saw only a ceiling.

So familiar… Where have I seen him before…

Suddenly, a person appeared in Song Yu’s sight. It was an elderly man with gray hair wearing a white coat, probably a doctor.

“Mr. Song Yu, you’re awake.” The doctor held a notebook in his hand, writing something on it with a pen. His voice was very kind. “You were in a car accident and have been in a coma in our hospital for two months.”

“Your husband personally created a virtual dream to save you.”

Song Yu was stunned: “…Where is he?” The doctor’s voice was a little regretful: “Because of dissociative identity disorder, he has n’t

woken up yet.”

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