"It hurts! Aaaah!" Jia Youzhi screamed on the hospital bed. "Director Li, there's something wrong with that underground clinic. I think they dug out my heart!"
"If they dug out your heart, how could you still be alive?" Wu Wei put on her coat. She trusted Li Sansi completely, and though she had her doubts, she asked no further questions.
In the corner, Ding Xiang wore the Gauze Robe and looked down at the hideous stitched wound, which resembled a centipede crawling across her chest.
For some reason, the words Gao Ming had spoken in the underground clinic kept flashing through her mind—To us innocents?
Was anyone in this city innocent?
"Get dressed. This isn't the time to rest. I'll take you to see the truth." Thick layers of gauze covered Gao Ming's face and body. The wound on his chest was just as hideous, every stitch sunk into his flesh, the black thread steeped in sorrow.
"Director Li, honestly, I'm not that eager to know the truth." Still lying on the bed, Jia Youzhi said with complete sincerity, "Living like this is pretty good."
"Get up already. Just do whatever Director Li tells you to do and stop whining." Wu Wei hauled the scrawny, sleazy Jia Youzhi upright. She stretched her arms and legs, made sure the wound wouldn't interfere with her movements, then casually picked up the heavy camera. "Director Li, where are we going?"
"To the place where I grew up. I'll show you my past." Gao Ming glanced at the silent Ding Xiang and tossed her a cleaner's uniform.
Once they were dressed, they left the Refugee Camp. The White-Browed Marquis already had a car ready. The Wansheng Hall Master, whom Gao Ming had transformed, sat behind the wheel, ready to drive Gao Ming himself.
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