They stayed at the base for a full month this time. Lou Yu had never imagined the pervert could keep it up for so long.
He ran a fever for two days, occasionally going to the research institute during the day, coming back to cook for Lou Yu, and then...
Lou Yu was utterly exhausted. Once he caught his breath, he noticed that the man beside him was breathing heavily, his face flushed red with fever.
"Hey? Pervert?"
Lou Yu stretched out a leg and kicked him.
No response.
Was he dead?!
Lou Yu grew excited, then suddenly calmed down.
Obviously not. He was still breathing.
But he couldn't actually let the man die. Even if he did die, it couldn't be here.
With the place looking like this... like a battlefield...
If an investigator came over and saw it, how would I ever live it down?
Left with no choice, Lou Yu rolled over, opened the bedside drawer with his unbound hand, and took out a small folding knife.
He hadn't been able to reach it before, but the pervert had apparently discovered a conscience: keeping the rope around the same wrist would leave it needing amputation in a couple of days, so he'd switched to tying the other wrist.
He spent more than half an hour cutting through the rope with the folding knife.
With his upper body free, Lou Yu simply removed a bed leg, then went to the kitchen to cut through the ropes around his ankles.
After finding some fever medicine, Lou Yu pried Lu Yao's mouth open and stuffed it inside, without stopping to get any water.
The pervert opened his mouth and spat it right back out.
"Are you fucking doing this on purpose?!" Fox snapped.
Lou Yu shot to his feet, deciding