Chapter 102
Chapter 102
How was this possible?
Wasn’t Yi Weichun dead? He had watched her fall with his own eyes.
“You still remember me.” Yi Weichun walked toward him step by step, her pale face becoming clearer and clearer.
It was her. It really was Yi Weichun.
He never forgot a woman’s face; he couldn’t possibly be mistaken.
A cold breeze blew past, and York felt a chill permeate his entire body. He managed to squeeze out a single sentence.
“You… Aren’t you dead?”
“I couldn’t rest in peace.” Yi Weichun tilted her head, looking at him as she spoke slowly. “You’re still alive. How could I be willing to just die like that?”
York had never believed in ghosts or gods, let alone karma or retribution.
But the Yi Weichun standing before him was clearly the little nurse from his memories.
Yi Weichun raised her hand, revealing the red string tied around her wrist.
“Look… You were the one who gave this to me.”
He stared at the familiar red string, and the color instantly drained from his face.
He had indeed given that to Yi Weichun.
“What did you come to find me for?” He steadied himself, his voice betraying a hollow bravado. “He Ling was the one who pushed you off the building. I was just standing to the side.”
At this point, his tone took on a layer of deliberate pretense. “I wanted to stop her, but… but she must have gone mad. She wouldn’t let go of your throat. You know how dangerous that place was-how could I have dared to step forward?”
“Stop your hypocrisy!” Yi Weichun suddenly shouted. “It was clearly you! You set this whole thing up!”
York’s eyes flickered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You brought me to the rooftop and called He Ling there in my name. Before that, you fed her hallucinogenic drugs. She mistook me for you, which is why she pushed me off the roof.”
York froze, likely not expecting the things he had done to be exposed in such a manner.
He had clearly told no one. The only person who knew about the existence of those drugs was…
But that person would absolutely never tell anyone else.
“How do you know that?” He looked at the woman before him suspiciously.
He had been so panicked by Yi Weichun’s sudden appearance that he hadn’t noticed that while the woman before him shared Yi Weichun’s face, her tone and style of speaking were entirely different.
“Were you sent by that person?” he continued. “Yi Weichun is long dead. I don’t believe the dead can truly return to life!”
“What trick are you using?” His eyes darted around. “Or have I unknowingly ingested those drugs as well?”
Yi Weichun stared at him fixedly, then suddenly curled her lips into a smirk.
“I am indeed not Yi Weichun,” she said.
“Then who are you?”
Tu Nan peeled off the human-skin mask from her face, unable to help marveling at how useful this prop Priestley had lent her was.
Painless plastic surgery-worth every penny.
York watched her actions in shock. He narrowed his eyes to get a clear look at Tu Nan’s features; it was an unfamiliar face.
“Who exactly are you?” he asked warily. “I’ve never seen you before. How do you know how Yi Weichun died?”
“My name is Tu Nan.” Tu Nan looked at him with a beaming smile. “It doesn’t matter if you don’t know me. It’s enough that I know you.”
York became increasingly bewildered.
“What kind of scheme are you playing at?” He looked at the nurse’s uniform Tu Nan was wearing. “Are you a nurse at this hospital? Do you have any idea that doing this will get you thrown into the Solitary Confinement Room?”
“He said I’d be thrown into the Solitary Confinement Room,” Tu Nan sneered, glancing toward the corner behind him. “Lord Dean, what do you think?”
York followed her gaze. A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped out from the shadows of the corner.
“The Dean?” York’s brow furrowed. “What kind of games are you playing?”
“It’s for the girl who died an innocent, wrongful death,” Tu Nan said hollowly. “Yi Weichun has been dead for so long, yet you’ve never been punished. It’s just too unfair.”
York was so incensed he almost laughed.
“Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to interfere in this? Yi Weichun is already dead; you have no evidence to prove any of it!”
“You just admitted it yourself.”
“Admitted it?” He threw his head back and laughed. “I was just talking nonsense.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Tu Nan shook her head. “I only wanted one person to know the truth.”
York looked at her, bewildered.
“He Ling, did you see everything?” Tu Nan asked. “You’ve punished yourself for so long over Yi Weichun’s death. Now that you know the truth, don’t you want to punish the real killer?”
Another figure slowly emerged from the corner.
He Ling was already streaming with tears. Her eyes were bloodshot, fixed on York with pure hatred.
Even if York refused to admit he killed Yi Weichun, everyone present knew exactly how she had died.
Back then, after He Ling discovered she was the one who pushed Yi Weichun off the rooftop, she was consumed by remorse. She hadn’t known why she did it, only assuming she had been affected by the Instance’s Contamination and suffered a hallucination.
That was why she had mistaken Yi Weichun for York. After seeing York’s deliberate display of intimacy, she had lost control and pushed her friend off the roof.
Since then, she hadn’t even had the courage to die. She simply wandered through the Instance in a daze, like a lonely ghost.
Perhaps becoming a mindless NPC within the Instance would have been a relief for her.
But it wasn’t until today that she finally understood. It wasn’t that she was blind; it was that someone had manufactured this disaster, forcing her to kill her own sun with her own hands.
Since that moment, she had been wandering in darkness, without a single flicker of light.
“I’m going to kill you.” Laughing and crying at once, she rushed at York and grabbed him by the throat.
“Are you joking…” York tried to break free from her grip, only to find that although He Ling looked frail and weak, she possessed Herculean strength. Her hands were like iron shackles, unyielding and immovable.
“Save me!” He stared wide-eyed at the other two. “I’m a patient of this hospital! You can’t just stand by and watch me die!”
“That’s true,” Priestley nodded. “The hospital indeed cannot stand by while a patient dies.”
He Ling snapped her gaze toward him, her eyes a solid crimson, her expression twisted into a terrifying snarl.
“But right now, she’s the one in charge,” Priestley said, shrugging as he gestured for He Ling to continue.
He Ling dragged York toward the edge of the rooftop.
York realized with horror that the two of them weren’t moving. They truly intended to watch from the sidelines.
“Are you both insane? Save me! Save me!”
“You should have expected today’s harvest when you planted those seeds back then,” Tu Nan watched him with cold eyes. “Though I said I would definitely kill you myself, there is indeed someone more suited for the task at this moment.”
“Watching you die before my eyes is just as much of a treat for me.”
“What the hell are you talking about!”