TCOR CH49

Chapter 49: Somebody, please help me!

Why are there assholes like this in the world?

When I woke up from the dream, my first reaction was anger before I realized that this was not the time to be angry with Shen Wunian.

The ropes on my body were gone, as was Pei Huanchen, and the environment was very different from the house I was in before Liang Weiren knocked me out – it looked like a container.

The entire room is about six meters long and three meters wide. Except for the wooden floor, the walls and ceiling are made of white corrugated metal. There is a door and a vent at one end, but the door does not open, it must be locked from the outside. The vent is only the size of a palm, and I can’t even stick my arm out of it.

Looking out of the vent, I could see that I was in a huge old warehouse. The ground was overgrown with weeds and garbage was everywhere. There were no other large objects in the large room except for the box I was in.

“Is there anyone here? Can someone help me?” I shouted into the vent for a long time, but there was no answer and I couldn’t see anyone coming.

I had to give up and turned around to observe the inside of the container.

It seems they plan to keep me here for a long time. Not only is there a plastic toilet in the container, but I also found a box of pressed cookies and a 12-liter bucket of mineral water in the corner.

Sitting in the corner of the container, I opened the compressed biscuits and ate some, then went back to shouting through the vent.

Even though I knew that Liang Weiren wouldn’t be stupid enough to lock me in a place where I could be easily rescued, the desire to survive made me want to try and try again… What if someone happened to pass by and heard my cries for help? Holding on to this belief, I screamed day and night until my throat was hoarse and I could no longer see the light outside. Only then did I fall asleep, exhausted.

It was impossible to sleep under such conditions. After lying there for two or three hours, probably in a daze, I could no longer sleep.

With my eyes unable to see and no sound to hear, I curled up on my knees and tried to curl up into a ball as much as I could.

It was so quiet that I desperately wanted to think of something to distract myself, to keep my frayed nerves from succumbing to the desperate darkness.

I wondered what had happened to Pei Huanchen. I felt that he was in even more danger than I was.

How long would it take for someone to notice that I was missing? My phone and wallet were gone when I woke up, so they had probably been taken. I wondered if they would return my messages for me. If they did, there was very little chance that the grocery store would help me call the police.

Anyway, I couldn’t count on that guy Shen Wunian.

In the midst of my misery, I thought, at least it’s summer vacation now and all the exams are over, otherwise I would really die if I missed the final exam.

Die.

Just thinking about that word made my heart shrink.

Will I die? Will I die alone in this container? Will no one find me until my body rots and stinks?

The final results of the Mastercard World Final have not yet been announced, and my dream has just begun to take shape. I really don’t want to die like this.

I wandered on and on until dawn. When the light shone through the vent again, I got up from the ground and started screaming for help again.

Three days passed like this. Due to the long hours of screaming, my voice was getting hoarse, so I had to resort to banging, kicking, and slamming the door instead, but it was useless except for getting all bruised up.

During the day, the container was so hot that it was hard to breathe, and at night, it was so dark that it would scare even the most light-hearted person. If Liang Weiren’s torture of Pei Huanchen was physical, it was undoubtedly mental for me.

Several times, amid the extreme silence and ringing in my ears, I heard someone calling my name, but when I listened more closely, I realized it was just my imagination.

I had previously read online that prisoners in prison were punished by being locked in a small dark room if they made a mistake. This room was not much bigger than a coffin, just enough room to take two steps back and forth, with the ceiling over your head. There was no light and no bed, and it didn’t take a month, just a week, to make the most unruly prisoner behave.

Although the space in the container is a bit larger than the small black room, that’s about the only advantage. After only three days, I heard things and was afraid to think what would happen if I was locked up for another ten or fifteen days.

At times like this, the dream connection that I once hated suddenly became a lifeline. Connecting with Shen Wunian’s spirit became the only way I could see the “outside world” in my desperate situation.

The sea breeze hits my face and the waves crash. The streetlights give off a faint white light, going out one second and coming on the next, clinging to the pier for dear life.

Death metal music blares from a medium-sized double-decker yacht, and screams and maniacal laughter echo through the silent pier, giving people the creeps.

Shen Wunian faced the sea, lit a long cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. The wind lifted his hair and blew the smoke around. Holding the cigarette between his teeth, he narrowed his eyes, loosened his tie, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it.

Liang Zai’s call came at just the right moment.

With his slender fingers holding the cigarette, Shen Wunian answered the phone without saying a word.

“Huanchen was rescued, Liang Weiren was shot, but he escaped. Zhong Ai has not been found.” Liang Zai’s voice was heavy with emotion.

The smoke from the cigarette obscured Shen Wunian’s face, hiding his expression. Without another word, he hung up the phone, crushed the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand, and walked onto the yacht.

“Uriel, are we ready?” Philia’s bright face appeared on the second floor railing. “Father can’t wait!

She had two braids and some red marks on her cheeks that looked like blood or some kind of trendy makeup.

Shen Wunian smiled at her, “Tell him to be patient, this party will last a long time, he can enjoy it slowly. As he said the last sentence, the smile on his face faded and his eyes became even colder.

Philia gave an “ok” sign and retreated, and the music turned up.

The white yacht slowly sailed away from the dock and headed out to sea.

Great, Pei Huachen was saved.

I opened my eyes. With this good news, the fear that filled my heart every time I woke up seemed to have subsided a bit. I sat up, clasped my hands and bowed to Heaven, sincerely thanking Heaven for saving Pei Huachen.

At that moment, there was a faint sound outside. It was very, very quiet, but I could definitely hear it.

It was the first time in a few days that I had heard a sound outside, and I was so excited that I jumped up and screamed into the vent, “Help… help me…”

Since I didn’t know how long I would be trapped, I had drunk very little water in the past few days, and after so many days of screaming for help, my voice had become hoarse.

But before I could scream a second time, I suddenly stopped and realized that something was wrong.

In the dim morning light, a figure was walking, dragging half his body and looking very strange. As he approached, I realized that it was Liang Weiren who had been injured.

This person, the gentle and refined prince, was now unkempt and disheveled, covered in dirt, with a horrible wound on his left shoulder dripping blood. He held a black pistol in his right hand, the kind I had only seen on television, and walked toward me step by step.

Is he going to… silence me?

I backed away from the container door in fear.

Halfway back, I suddenly remembered that in my old dormitory, Wang Xiangyang and the others would team up to play games, and standing in the middle of the container was the easiest way to get killed. It might be safer to stand by the door, so if he opened the door and came in, I could rush up and fight him, and maybe… maybe I could still survive.

Thinking this, I immediately ran to the door and crouched down.

“I heard… you’re a healer too?”

Liang Weiren’s voice came through the vent, weak, tired, and lifeless.

I didn’t know what he meant, so I pretended to be dead and didn’t answer.

The next second, a bullet pierced the container door, the bullet hole less than a meter away from me.

I was so scared that I just collapsed, even my breathing stopped.

“I’ll ask again, are you a Cure?”

I was now the unlucky turtle in the urn. If he shot a few more times, one of them would definitely hit me, so there was no way I could remain silent.

“I… I am!” I hurriedly shouted back.

After a long silence, I plucked up the courage to look out through the vent and saw Liang Weiren sitting cross-legged in front of the container with his head hanging down. Half of his trench coat was soaked in blood, and the situation didn’t look very optimistic.

“Do you ever have dreams? Dreams about Redvein,” he finally said, but he had to pause for a while after saying a few words.

I guessed that he wanted to ask about the dream connection, so I said, “Yes, I have a dream connection.

“Dream connection? So that’s what it’s called.” He put the gun between his legs and asked again with difficulty, “What Cure dreams about is what Redvein really feels?”

“If the red worms have not yet dispersed, then Cure has a certain chance of dreaming about Redvein when he is emotionally upset. But the doctor said that it is not necessary, and some people cannot dream about it either.”

Liang Weiren did not move for a long time, making people wonder if he was dead.

After two or three minutes, he spoke again: “The day Yu Luo died, I dreamed about him. He drove his car headlong into the sea, let the water fill the car, and died peacefully… He could swim. For the past 20 years I have had this dream again and again. Except for this dream, he never comes to me at any other time. Do you think he wants me to pay for his life?” After I asked him, he looked up at me.

I was so shocked that I crouched down, afraid to stick my head out again.

“Mr. Liang… I’m not a doctor, I don’t know how to answer you in this situation!” Another bullet whizzed in, and I gritted my teeth and said back, “Maybe the only day the dream was connected was the day Yu Luo died, and the next twenty years were just… just you having the same nightmare over and over again. Yu Luo was a very kind person, he wouldn’t want anyone’s life.”

“Yes, he was a very kind person, and after he dies… he should go to heaven. But people like me are destined to go to hell,” Liang Weiren said intermittently, “I have spent my whole life competing and scheming, and only he… is something I have without having to compete or scheme for. Unfortunately, I didn’t appreciate it.

“If I sacrifice my life for him, can he forgive me?

“Next life…next life…” His voice gradually faded, “Forget it, there’s no next life.”

After waiting for a long time and hearing no more sounds, I stood up and looked outside. Liang Weiren was sitting in the same place, his head hanging down, the color of his exposed skin a grayish white from blood loss.

I had never imagined that “white as death” would one day appear so vividly in front of my eyes.

“Mr. Liang?” I tried to call out to him, “Liang Weiren? Are you… are you still alive?”

After calling for more than ten minutes, there was no response from the other person. In fact, the blood on his body had begun to coagulate… I had to admit the fact that the other person might have already died.

I covered my mouth with my hands and fell to the ground, trembling with fear.

Yu Xiaoshan was the second person to die in front of me, but this time there was no Shen Wunian to cover my eyes. I had to face the fear of death on my own.

Maybe I was too scared, but for some inexplicable reason, I suddenly found Liang Weiren ridiculous.

He gave up escaping and getting treatment, dragged his broken body alone to ask me about the connection between dreams, and then died after saying two sentences. He really maintained the persona of a “willful and evil youth” until the end.

But what should I do? Now that he’s dead, the chances of me being found are even slimmer, right?

How long must I stay in this cramped container? I don’t want to look at Liang Weiren’s corpse until I die of despair.

I closed my eyes, and unbearable tears ran down the corners of my eyes and into my fingers.

Someone, please come and save me.