Chapter 117, number 117
The instant the chainsaw cut down, Yi Heye felt nothing but a bright red expanse in front of him.
It wasn't until he saw his arm that had been cut off that he stood there stunned for a long time before the excruciating pain slowly crept up his spine.
He loved pain, he even enjoyed it, but the scene before him brought him far more terror and suffering than anything else—
My arm is broken.
Yi Heye looked at the arm that had fallen to the other end of the cell, and then at the blood-soaked cut, and a chill ran down his spine.
This time, it was his left arm that was severed again—although this time it was a mechanical arm made of metal. The intense pain, amplified many times over, the artificial blood vessels that the doctor had specially implanted for him, and the blood in those vessels that was indeed his own—all of these repeatedly evoked painful memories that were long ago but had never been erased.
He recalled that rainy night more than ten years ago, when he helplessly and terrifiedly looked at his severed limbs lying on the ground. The intense pain prevented him from crying out, and he lost consciousness with his eyes open.
Collapse, fear, excruciating pain.
Yi Heye's nerves were stretched taut like a sensitive and fragile thread, and he even had a vague illusion.
At this moment, he felt as if he were not in a small cage, but rather in the open space next to the electronics recycling plant ten years ago, the place that held his nightmares, on that stormy night.
In the torrential rain, the ram-headed monster transformed into four or five people, holding axes and scissors, gathered around the heavily injured Yi Heye, and looked down at him.
The surrounding air twisted into shrill laughter, their eyes and voices becoming sharp swords, piercing Yi Heye's chest one after another—it was like a merciless trial.
Yi Heye huddled in the downpour, nestled in front of the dark shadows, seemingly transforming back into the boy from over a decade ago, powerless against overwhelming sexual violence.
More than a decade has passed, and the transplanted robotic arm is more sensitive than his original limb. He can feel 2.5 times more pain than before, but correspondingly, he is also more tolerant of pain than he used to be.
He didn't faint from the pain again, which was beyond his expectations—
It was good luck, at least he was still conscious and could still fight; but it was also bad, the excruciating pain and unbearable memories left him with no chance to escape even by fainting.
At this moment, hallucinations and reality crushed his nerves together, and amidst the buzzing of chainsaws, the dark shadows loomed over him once more.
He stared blankly at his empty severed arm; the exhaustion made it difficult for him to even stand up.
In a daze, the figures surrounding him once again pulled out axes and knives.
Although the goat-headed man said nothing, Yi Heye clearly heard the people in his hallucination discussing something:
"What should we cut next?"
The auditory hallucination made Yi Heye tense up instantly. He raised his head, taking deep breaths to try to ease the pain, while staring intently at the people in front of him. For Yi Heye now, a few humans with axes and knives would be easy to deal with, but at this moment he was a boy with a missing arm, and the people in front of him were villains who wanted his intact body.
Fear can overcome everything, including so-called absolute advantage.
With a loud "whoosh," Yi Heye was slightly startled.
He immediately realized that it was the sound of a chainsaw turning—he remembered that he was not facing the villain looking at his left arm, but a soulless goat-headed monster.
As the sound of the chainsaw drew closer, he swayed as he stood up and looked up.
"It's not those guys," Yi Heye suddenly laughed—it's just a machine, and what he got cut off was a mechanical arm. Machines can be replaced when they break.
Although his vision was still intermittently black and white, and he couldn't see what was happening on the other side at all, once he figured it out, all that fear and anxiety vanished in an instant.
He was no longer that weak boy. He strained his ears to distinguish the sounds from the other side, focused his attention, and even briefly blocked out the sensation of pain.
Although his vision had not yet returned, his sensitivity to sound and his estimation of the monster's size allowed him to clearly determine its distance and movements.
He braced himself with his hind legs, held his breath, and waited. In the judgment of the machine, this state of silence was certainly not threatening.
The monster pounced on the unfocused fellow without warning, its eyes already blazing with the flames of victory. This appetizer seemed to come to it effortlessly.
"Aow!" "Boom!!"
Just as the monster opened its blood-red maw, ready to feast, the chainsaw on its chest suddenly spun rapidly and flew off its chest cavity—
Yi Heye was so audacious that he delivered a flying kick from the side of the chainsaw. Despite being completely blind, he accurately located the chainsaw and swept it horizontally towards the center of the circle to his side, where it was not rotating.
The chainsaw flew in the same direction as he had planned; it didn't fly towards the hostages, but instead crashed into the railing on the opposite side and landed next to his severed mechanical arm.
The ram-headed man who was hit immediately retaliated. Yi Heye clearly heard the sound of its punch, bent down and rolled to the side, arriving near the sound of the chainsaw hitting the ground.
He groped around on the ground for a few moments, first finding his severed hand, and then grabbing the fallen chainsaw.
At this moment, Yi Heye's vision slowly returned to clear, and the pain was awakened once again, with a huge ringing in his ears piercing from one end of his head to the other.
He gritted his teeth. At that moment, the goat-headed man changed its target again, howling as it walked toward the hostage.
This time, however, there was no longer a ruthless chainsaw in its chest. Yi Heye had no more scruples and charged straight at it despite the excruciating pain.
"Bang!!" Yi Heye kicked it in the back of the knee. Under such tremendous force, the goat-headed man immediately lost his balance and fell backward.
Upon seeing this, Yi Heye immediately leaped forward and locked its throat—he had almost forgotten that he had lost his left hand once again, only realizing it belatedly when he nearly missed.
He had no time for sorrow or grief; he could only put all his strength into his right arm, and with just the strength of that one arm, he managed to pull this creature, which was several times his size, to the ground.
With a loud thud, the monster's head hit the ground. Although Yi Heye dodged it with great agility, his injured back slammed into the ground once again.
Damn it. Yi Heye felt dizzy and disoriented for a moment, and his vision, which had just been restored, began to spin again.
The fall had a tremendous impact on the goat-headed man. With almost no delay in its reaction, it lay motionless on the ground for half a minute.
As if by prior arrangement, they both lay flat on the ground, barely clinging to life, seemingly unwilling to break the balance they had finally found.
However, in the instant that Yi Heye's mind began to relax, he saw one of the hostages around the corner move slightly. A chill ran down his spine, and before he could say anything, he heard the hostage scream in panic—
"Don't shout!!"
By the time Yi Heye roared, it was too late. The ram-headed man, who had just fallen into hibernation, was completely awakened by his scream.
If he wasn't mistaken, this creature was extremely sensitive to sound stimulation, and this scream could very well trigger its rampage.
Sure enough, the scream pierced through the cage, like a key that directly turned on the switch that had been holding the ram-headed man back to sleep.
The monster, which had been quiet just moments before, suddenly opened its eyes and let out a furious roar.
This roar instantly roused the remaining sleeping hostages. Upon opening their eyes and witnessing this horrific scene, fear and panic erupted within the crowd, accompanied by screams and curses that further agitated the monster—
A terrifying vicious cycle.
Seeing the monster rush towards the hostages who were fleeing in all directions, Yi Heye swung the saw he had just picked up and chased after it in a few quick steps.
This chainsaw was designed for chopping people, so it wasn't very hard. However, Yi Heye didn't have any other weapons at the moment, so he had no choice but to raise the thing and swing it at him.
Clang!
Yi Heye aimed at the weld seam on its waist, thinking it was a relatively weak spot, but unexpectedly, he directly jammed the saw teeth in his hand.
At this moment, the monster was like a mad wolfhound, tearing and biting everywhere. Its movements were not affected by the attack in the slightest. However, its attention was successfully drawn back to Yi Heye.
As the demon of slaughter charged at him once more, Yi Heye stood amidst screams, his body throbbing with pain and cold, his head buzzing, only one thought remaining—
Damn it, if only I had a gun, I could have just aimed at that sheep’s head.
"My Lord! He's right here!!"
Just then, a familiar voice rang out. Yi Heye first used all his strength to dodge the attack, then turned his head to look in the direction of the voice—
At this moment, Tang Ruoqi was standing at the door, panting, seemingly calling out to someone behind her.
Yi Heye breathed a sigh of relief that this guy had escaped unscathed, but then he felt something was off—
Deity? He was already a bit allergic to that word, and was just thinking that some kind of shaman might pop up again, when he saw a familiar white figure panting as he followed.
"Little cloud!" "Baa!!"
The mother and son called out to each other affectionately through the railing, but in the next second of their distraction, the giant monster behind them pounded down again.
Yi Heye reacted quickly and dodged swiftly, but he was still injured in the shoulder by the violent shaking of the railing.
He gritted his teeth and swallowed his pained cry, then shouted to Little Cloud, "There are fish in Xituan, but no guns!!"
Little Cloud reacted immediately, sitting down on its bottom and kicking its hind legs in the snow-white fur like a dog scratching itself. It pulled out a bag of hay, a little sheep figurine, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. It almost emptied itself out completely before finally pulling out a pistol.
"Holy crap! Where did you get this?!" Tang Ruoqi exclaimed in surprise, quickly picking up the gun and throwing it into the cage. Just as Yi Heye swiftly leaped to grab the gun, he heard a commotion of footsteps behind him—
"Damn! How come that little white pig can steal a gun?!"
"...That was a sheep!! But thankfully the mission was completed, so I can report back to Captain Pei... Holy crap!!"
Yi Heye finally couldn't help but laugh. He quickly cocked the gun with one hand, knelt on one knee, and aimed at the sheep's head.
With a loud bang, the monster's sheep head was shattered into pieces, and the entire fuselage crashed to the ground.
Yi Heye looked at those eyes that had been completely extinguished, and staggered over, but he never expected that he would run out of strength halfway there.
Before losing consciousness, he couldn't help but think smugly—
Little Cloud, you truly are your father's good son.
Author's Note:
The little cloud proudly raised its sheep tail!
Chapter 118, number 118
Meanwhile, the ISSAC processing plant, which had just been completely shut down, remained bustling with activity.
Machine parts and tools that they hadn't had time to take were scattered everywhere. The officers, with their body cameras, were collecting evidence from each room one by one.
Only then did they realize that the factory might be far more terrifying than they had imagined—
This is an extremely complete industrial chain, from selecting seedlings, closed cultivation, survival of the fittest, to screening, classification, cutting and slaughtering, and exporting according to demand. Every process is well-organized, and it is obviously a skilled assembly line that has existed for a very long time and has undergone countless revisions.
This means that there may be far more victims behind this than they imagined, and the scope of this case is far wider than they thought.
In the slaughterhouse, they rescued nearly a hundred young men and women, including Xiao Liu, who were waiting to be "slaughtered." The longest they had been trapped there was no more than seven days, while the shortest was the batch that Xiao Liu and his group had just been brought in.
After being rescued, the newer groups still retained their rationality; they were afraid, cried for help, and made a fuss, so they were still somewhat human. However, those at the front of the line who had been trapped for more than five days seemed to have completely lost their survival instincts. They were carried out of the crime scene one by one like emotionless pieces of wood.
"Hurry up and collect information on the people, contact the victims' families, and match the people together first." Pei Xiangjin was busy at work while making arrangements quickly. "The medical staff should be arranged as soon as possible and psychological intervention should be provided in a timely manner. If there are not enough people, arrest as many suspects as possible. Rescuing the trapped people should be the top priority."
The case has stalled at this point, with almost all the main suspects having fled and very little evidence remaining.
When taking action, Pei Xiangjin anticipated that the operation might alert the enemy. Sure enough, when the rescue team arrived, besides the unconscious Lao Qin, there was only a group of robots whose data had been destroyed, making it difficult to guarantee any effective breakthrough.
"Give that old Qin a good talking-to." Pei Xiangjin was furious. "Don't hold back when it's time to use force. Damn it, I'm going to coordinate with them!"
He jumped out of the police car in a flurry, looking at the towering company building in front of him.
At this very moment, in front of ISSAC Entertainment Company, a large number of police cars formed a red and blue cordon, and groups of people were being escorted out.