The Twenty-Eighth Chapter: Hunting the Little Lights

Zhao Yijiu didn't want to continue playing.

Script? Rebirth?

No, something has clearly been deceiving him, making him see a fake Yu Xing. Following this line of thought, Zhao Mou is also fake.

His brother and his friends were all just manipulated puppets. The manipulators behind them tried their best to make them resemble real people, but they couldn't change the fact that it was ultimately an illusion.

So where exactly is he now?

Zhao Yijiu's eyes dimmed, a somber shadow looming around her pupils.

Oh, and the narration.

The narration must be a manipulator's tactic, used to constantly give him false suggestions, like hypnosis, so that he cannot recall the truth.

"Come back quickly!" The "Yu Xing" behind him finally reacted, grabbing his clothes a beat late and pulling him back, just like he had done to Yu Xing before.

The White Ghost hand that had emerged from the rat hole vanished in a flash. Yu Xing asked in terror, "What happened? What was that thing?"

Zhao Yijiu: "..."

The thought that something else was using Yu Xing's face to make these reactions made him feel disgusted.

The protagonist... the script... these things must be fake. He needs to quickly recall his last memories before this so-called "rebirth" began.

He remembered... it seemed to be...

As his mind became clearer, the virus contamination could no longer be forced to continue. Zhao Yijiu's despair-level deduction ability gave him a natural resistance to the virus. When he began to resist the subtle hints, it was like a sharp blade puncturing a balloon; with a bang, the illusion exploded.

Yes, it's a movie theater!

He was mentally corrupted by the vengeful spirit virus in the movie theater.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yijiu felt a sudden sense of clarity, and large swaths of his understanding were rapidly restored. When he turned to look around again, he felt that the entire factory looked like Yugi texture, very different from real materials. But just a few seconds ago, he couldn't see anything wrong at all.

And then there's this "Yu Xing" (虞幸)...

In Zhao Yijiu's eyes now, "Yu Xing" is no longer natural, but as if covered by a mosaic, her whole face is blurry.

Beside the indistinct "Yu Xing," a few scattered, eerie green specks of light floated.

The aura emanating from the light spot was exactly the same as the feeling he got from the virus in the movie theater!

With the Stop Killing drawn, Zhao Yijiu slashed at the small point of light. The point of light trembled violently and was then pulverized into powder by the shadow power attached to the Stop Killing.

The virus invades the brain, and it can sense Zhao Yijiu's thoughts to some extent. This is why he was always distracted by the narration at crucial moments.

At this moment, perhaps realizing that the virus was beyond saving, the narration stopped, and Zhao Yijiu's gaze fell on the Stop Killing her palm, and the last trace of uncertainty vanished.

He instinctively pulled out the "Stop Killing" weapon, not the Heartshatter."

Then there's no need to hesitate. Even if most of his memories are still blocked by the virus, at least he can destroy these little sparks of light and bring this so-called movie to an end.

He knew those tiny bright spots were viral agents.

Viruses should normally be invisible to the human eye, but here it's different; he's in his own contaminated inner world, where the viruses have taken on a concrete form.

Each time a viral factor is killed, the pollution weakens by one point. When the pollution is no longer enough to support the "illusion," the inner world will naturally collapse, and he can return to reality.

He did the same thing during a previous contamination, but the virus was much weaker then, and it was easy to tell whether it was real or fake. Unlike this time, he doesn't need to put in so much effort to fight it off and identify it.

Zhao Yijiu began searching for the small points of light hidden around her, like a cat pouncing on a butterfly.

He completely ignored the fake "Yu Xing," and the narrator seemed to have given up on controlling the situation, leaving "Yu Xing" standing there without reacting to Zhao Yijiu's strange behavior.

It was only a matter of time before Zhao Yijiu's inner world dissipated. He was focused on catching the tiny specks of light and didn't notice that a black aura was creeping along the corner of the wall, slowly approaching the motionless "Yu Xing".

Blackness condensed into mist, cunningly climbing up Yu Xing's legs before dissolving into them. The next second, Yu Xing, with her empty eyes, blinked, her dark pupils faintly turning into a ghostly blue, and turned to look at Zhao Yijiu's back.

Then, a mischievous glint appeared in Yu Xing's eyes, as if he wanted to do something naughty.

Zhao Yijiu detected a small light hidden under the sofa next to him. He lifted the sofa with one hand, leaving the virus factor underneath nowhere to hide, and it trembled frantically in the air.

Suddenly, Yu Xing's voice sounded from behind him, "Hiss... you're so strong."

Zhao Yijiu: "?"

Has the virus still not given up trying to interfere with him using Yu Xing's image? He thought these empty shells were no longer going to move.

"Wow, your knife is so cool! Can I take a look?" Yu Xing didn't get a reply and rushed over, holding the camera that Assistant Hao had given her. "To be able to lift the sofa up in one go, you must have a lot of muscles, right? Tsk, I can't tell at all."

Zhao Yijiu frowned, thinking that if the virus didn't stop soon, he would kill this fake Yu Xing.

He didn't act directly because this was, after all, Yu Xing's image, and he didn't want to resort to knives or guns. But if Virus thought he wouldn't dare to kill this image, then he would show Virus what it meant to shut up.

Yu Xing seemed completely unfazed, even somewhat intrigued. Seeing that he truly didn't intend to pay attention to her, she leaned against the wall and suddenly said, "Brother Jiu, pay attention to me?"

Zhao Yijiu.

He turned his head irritably, looking at Yu Xing had suddenly changed her way of addressing him, his voice cold. "What, you don't dare to speak to me as a narrator, you have to resort to this persona?"

Yu Xing from Qingyuan Pharmaceutical Factory wouldn't call him Brother Jiu. It seems the virus isn't even going to pretend anymore; it's just hoping to buy time?

"Anyway, you're busy with your own things, so there's no harm in chatting with me," Yu Xing shrugged, looking rather roguish. "Fine, I'll tell you, don't you want to know what I thought of you when I first saw you?"

Zhao Yijiu had really wanted to stab this empty shell to death, but hearing this topic, he became somewhat curious.

I'm not curious about what Yu Xing thought of him when they first met.

Instead, he was curious about what kind of image Yu Xing would have in his mind... After all, all the virus's actions were based on his own memories and subjective impressions.

In any case, simply listening wouldn't disturb his search for the little light. He had already become vigilant, and he couldn't let any words cause him to fall back into a state of confusion.

Zhao Yijiu said, "Then tell me."