Conseillère militaire et princesse

Chapitre 6

Only I know that when he looks at the camera like that, the person he misses and longs for is only himself.

Later, Sumi's secret was exposed by the media, and he became the target of public criticism, losing his glamorous job. But his love for himself, whether in poverty or wealth, remained constant and never changed, even today when he lives in a very special apartment.

He called his lover: Xiaomi.

Sumi is both rice and millet.

Chapter 3: The Fugitive

1.

Ding Yan closed his diary, lay down on the bed, and spread his thumb and forefinger like the tentacles of an octopus, inching upwards as if measuring the dimensions of the night. The night was deep, perhaps as deep as a bottomless pit.

Sometimes, she felt like she was living in a bottomless pit, always trying to grasp something, but never quite managing to hold onto anything. Lately, she's been seeing more and more people seeking suicide counseling, each with their own reasons for wanting to end their lives.

Life can be incredibly heavy at times, a burden that not everyone can bear. Recalling her childhood memories, Ding Yan felt it was a miracle she was still alive. She thought that perhaps tomorrow she would give herself a suicide pact consultation.

The night wasn't actually black; it was a mix of gray and blue. Wang Xiaofeng was also tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He couldn't describe the moment he saw Millie's body; it was a somewhat ironic moment, he actually...

He admitted that he had feelings for Millie; the woman exuded a certain aura that always drew him closer. But it wasn't until that moment that he realized that aura was the smell of death.

It was a bit chilly, a bit damp and fishy, yet the colors were vibrant—that was the allure of death. In the allure of death, he experienced pleasure for the first time.

This reminded him of fragments from his childhood: the mangled corpse of his classmate's uncle, and the bloodthirsty girl. Back then, he'd always thought the girl who liked to hang upside down from trees was a monster, a vampire. But on this night, he understood her deeply; she was simply immersed in the crimson glow of life.

Thinking of the vibrant red of life, thinking of Millie's corpse, he could no longer restrain himself, yet he didn't know what he couldn't restrain. He got up, picked up a scalpel, went to the slaughterhouse, and pulled over a sow.

Clearly, the sow, yanked from her reverie, was unwilling. She screamed and struggled desperately, and the more she struggled, the more excited Wang Xiaofeng became. His scalpel, steady and ruthless, pierced the sow's throat. The blood, in the darkness, resembled a gushing spring, warm and viscous, spraying onto his face. He pulled down his pants and, beside the dying sow, reached climax again and again.

At the moment of climax, he seemed to return to his childhood, to that dilapidated home in Shili Town, to those countless nights. His alcoholic father, in the darkness, would beat his mother while riding on top of her.

He remembered how scared he was every time, how worried he was that when the sun rose, his mother would be lying cold in bed, never to rise again.

2.

Sometimes people feel hungry, but no matter what they eat, they are never full; sometimes people feel thirsty, but no matter what they drink, they are never quenched. This feeling is always a painful, agonizing one.

Ding Yan often felt this way. Whenever she felt so empty and thirsty that she was going crazy, she would try to find some stimulation, such as stealing things.

Ding Yan leaned against the hospital's emergency exit, stuffing the stolen anesthetic into her pocket and chuckling to herself. She could have bought it secretly, but stealing it directly was more exciting.

"Hey? It's you?" A policeman came running up, panting. "Are you a nurse at this hospital?"

"Huh?!" Ding Yan looked at her nurse's uniform. "Oh...yes..."

"No wonder he was so brave last time, saving lives!" That policeman was Yang Xin.

"Of course...of course..." Ding Yan said, about to slip away, but Yang Xin grabbed him, "Just now, someone else committed suicide and is in the emergency room. Come with me!"

"But I'm not a first-aid nurse!" Ding Yan shouted at Yang Xin, "You hurt my wrist!"

That person is already dead; they jumped. They didn't die instantly because their clothes got caught on the balcony. Some people drag their feet in life, and their deaths are equally messy and drawn-out.

Being indecisive and dragging things out is not a good thing.

"What an idiot! I told him long ago not to dress so fussy before jumping off a building! He suffered before he died, didn't he? He deserved it!" Ding Yan muttered under his breath, rubbing his wrist.

"What did you say?" Yang Xin turned his head and looked at the single-eyelid girl with a hint of goodwill in his eyes.

"Ah? It's nothing, it's nothing..." At this moment, the suicide victim, who had already been declared dead, suddenly sat up and grabbed Ding Yan's hand.

"Ah—" Ding Yan cried out, but he couldn't break free no matter what he did. The eyes of the suicide victim, like those of a dead fish, stared at Ding Yan without blinking.

The doctor hurriedly examined the man and said, "He's already dead..." Then, he pried open the man's fingers one by one, and Ding Yan withdrew his hand.

"Are you alright?" Yang Xin asked with concern.

"It's alright!" Ding Yan's eyes were filled with tears, not because of her bruised wrists, but because of the dead man's gaze.

"Do you know? People who commit suicide are the most afraid of death, especially those who don't die immediately after suicide, which is the most painful..." She thought that he must be regretting not listening to her when he grabbed her hand. She saw pain and fear in his dead fish eyes.

"You know so much!" Yang Xin looked at her admiringly.

"Which department are you in?" the doctor suddenly asked. He felt that there was no female nurse in their hospital with such clear yet unfathomable eyes.

"Oh, she's an intern nurse, she's with me," a young male doctor behind me said gently. He looked very clean, but there was a hint of melancholy in his cleanliness.

“Yes…yes…” Ding Yan chuckled awkwardly, following behind the male doctor, “We have something to do…we’ll be going now…”

"Hey!" Yang Xin chased after him, "Is your wrist alright...? It looks bruised... That guy's grip was really strong!"

"It wasn't him who arrested you, it was you!" Ding Yan said fiercely.

"Then I'll treat you to dinner!" Yang Xin said, a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, let's do it another day! I have other things to do!" This place is not a good place to stay.

"I still don't know how to address you!" Yang Xin followed closely behind.

"My surname is Ding!" she said as she got on the elevator, leaving Yang Xin outside.

"Ding?" Yang Xin shook his head and smiled. It was too easy for him to look up a nurse's information in the hospital.

3.

When intern Wang Xiaofeng learned that there were patients in the emergency room who had jumped to their deaths, he immediately pictured the beautiful scene of bloodied victims struggling on the brink of death.

He was a little impatient.

However, to his even greater surprise, he saw her. She smelled of blood, and her eyes seemed familiar. When he heard her say her surname was "Ding," he was even more certain of his guess—it was her, the girl who was always alone, hanging upside down from the tree.

Ding Yan's wrist is having a very unlucky day.

First he was grabbed by Yang Xin, then he was grabbed by the dead man, and now he's being grabbed by a strange doctor.

"Hey! Even though you just got me out of that mess, I won't thank you! Let go of me right now, this wrist of yours was just grabbed by a dead man!"

Wang Xiaofeng released her hand, looking at her as if she were a lively green grasshopper, "You are... Ding Yan, right..."

"Huh?" Ding Yan didn't think he knew this person.

"Shili Town, do you remember? I'm Wang Xiaofeng!" Wang Xiaofeng said excitedly.

"Oh...traitorous class monitor!" Ding Yan jumped up. "Ha! You betrayed me back in kindergarten! Humph! But when we played doctor and patient games as kids, you and Yang Xin always played the doctor. I never thought you'd actually become doctors now!"

"That's right! Yang Xin!" Ding Yan slapped her thigh. She suddenly remembered that the police officer named Yang Xin might be her childhood playmate. To be precise, someone she knew from her childhood.

Ding Yan had almost no playmates during his childhood.

Wang Xiaofeng suddenly squeezed Ding Yan's shoulder and said, "Wait here for me, I'll be right there." As he said this, his eyes shone with a certain light, a light that brought joy.

However, when Wang Xiaofeng came out with a bag of blood, Ding Yan had already disappeared.

The light in his eyes vanished instantly. He assumed that Ding Yan, disguised as a nurse, had come to the hospital to steal blood.

He squeezed the blood bag; the dark red liquid inside looked turbulent, just like the boiling liquid inside his body.

4.

Ding Yan hid in the hospital's restroom, locked the door, and changed her clothes.

Just then, a man's voice suddenly rang out from next door. The voice was very suppressed, as if he was afraid that others would hear it, and also worried that Ding Yan wouldn't hear it.

"Excuse me... is anyone else at the door? Don't be afraid, I'm not a pervert..." the man said.

Ding sneered: "Did you go into the wrong restroom?"

"Uh? Yes...yes! Yes! Could you please check if anyone's at the door?"

"Okay, just a moment..." Ding Yan hurriedly changed his clothes, packed the anesthetic, and walked to the toilet door, looking around.

Turning around, he whispered, "Someone's here!"

How could there be no one in the hospital? There are medical staff and patients coming and going.

Are there any suspicious people?

"What constitutes a suspicious person?"

"In uniform!"

"No!"

The man stood up from the toilet stall and let out a long sigh. He looked haggard, his eyes filled with unease and fear. He looked around before stepping out and warily staring at Ding Yan: "You weren't sent by them, were you?"

"Huh?!" Ding Yan shook his head and asked curiously, "Are you a wanted criminal? Or... a spy on a mission?"

The man shook his head, and Ding Yan sighed in disappointment. To be honest, she had never seen a wanted criminal in her life, let alone a spy.

"Then who are you hiding from?"

The man gave Ding Yan a scrutinizing look again, said nothing, and left the restroom with his head down.

"Hey! Wanted criminal uncle!" Ding Yan shouted as he chased after him, drawing stares from the crowd in the corridor.

"It's her!" someone suddenly shouted from behind. Ding Yan grabbed the man and they ran towards the hospital exit together.

"Uncle, who exactly are you?" Ding Yan asked as he ran.

The man, his face grim, retorted, "If I run, why are you running after me?"

"I didn't know if they were chasing me or you! We had no choice but to run together!" Ding Yan clutched her backpack, glancing back at the hospital security guards hot on their heels. She pulled out her phone. "Dami! Drive the car to the hospital entrance! Quickly!"

Rice always comes out very quickly.

Ding Yan pulled the man into the car, and looking at the security guards who were pounding their chests in frustration, he laughed breathlessly and asked, "Uncle, you're not a wanted criminal, nor are you a spy like 007, so who are you?"

The man wiped his sweat, glanced at Ding Yan and Dami, and said, "I...I'm nobody..."

"Then why are they chasing you? Are you a thief too?" Ding Yan said "too," then quickly stuck out her tongue. Luckily, the man didn't notice that she had let something slip.

He sighed, then looked at Ding Yan scrutinizingly, gritted his teeth, and seemed to have made up his mind: "Because I know of a grand conspiracy, so..."

"A grand conspiracy?" Ding Yan suddenly became interested. "What grand conspiracy?"

The man lowered his head and squeezed out three words: "I forgot."

5.

That's how it is.

This man's name is Yu Wei. He is a retired soldier who once served on a secret mission in a certain unit. After retiring from the military, he was assigned to a large state-owned enterprise and assumed an important role.

However, he didn't have a single day of peace, because he had forgotten a very, very big secret, a secret that concerned the lives of his entire family. But some people believed he hadn't forgotten, so they continued to follow him.

He was married, but divorced after a year because his wife couldn't stand his sensitivity and his conspiracy theories.