92. I've Got You!

The story went back to not long after Qin Muse and Yimo had parted ways.

After Qin Muse had drawn away all the NPCs nearby.

Leaning against the hospital room door, Yimo had a fine layer of sweat all over his forehead. He was clearly still running a high fever, and his body was extremely weak.

"Nearby... should be more or less safe now..."

Yimo muttered, then pulled the Listening Device Qin Muse had given him from his pocket with his left hand. He glanced at it in a daze, fiddled with it, then casually tossed it away.

The tiny Listening Device rolled right under the hospital bed, disappearing completely into the dim room, lit only by the faint crimson moonlight.

"This thing's no use..."

"Sorry for making you believe me, you big liar. I really put you in a difficult position..." he murmured.

As he spoke, Yimo turned and tried to pull the door open. It was made of metal, and even opening it with one hand was a struggle for his weakened body.

Why was he using only one hand?

Because a strip of cloth cut from Qin Muse's coat was tied around Yimo's right hand, binding it firmly to the revolver. It made moving around somewhat inconvenient.

Yimo had asked Qin Muse to do this for him, in case he failed to hold on to the gun and dropped it, or was attacked and no longer had the strength to pick it up.

In this state, as long as Yimo had the strength to pull the trigger, he could fire.

He could kill himself.

Or kill Suger!

After laboriously opening the door, Yimo dragged his exhausted, nearly dying body down the Psychiatric Hospital's dilapidated corridor.

He looked out the window. The building formed a loop, with a