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"After that fire, I tried everything, but there was no way to restore my vision. I attempted suicide more than a dozen times, but none were successful..." Mao Wang continued, "Just when I was at my most desperate, I met Zhang Guitian. He said he had a way to help me see the world again."
Zhang Guitian! My eyes lit up. The one who sent me the mission, that guy is the mastermind behind it all.
"Of course, I didn't believe him. But he claimed to have an ancient medical book that recorded many miraculous medical techniques that could restore one's sight..." Mao Wang continued, "I certainly didn't believe it, but at that time, I had no other options..."
As Mao Wang spoke, his voice began to tremble. "As long as it can help me see this world again, I would pay any price!"
I swallowed hard, feeling a bit scared. From Mao Wang's tone, it was clear he was absolutely insane; he would do anything to regain his sight. No wonder Zhang Guitian chose him as a test subject.
"So you followed Zhang Guitian and participated in so many insane experiments?" I mustered the courage to ask.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I?" Mao Wang replied without hesitation. "As long as it can help me see this world again, I'm willing to do anything!"
I fell silent. Mao Wang's madness exceeded my imagination.
"So you harmed so many people just for your own selfish desires?" I couldn't help but question.
"And so what?" Mao Wang sneered in response. "What do their lives matter to me? I just want to reclaim what belongs to me! What I once lost!"
I was taken aback. Indeed, for Mao Wang, the lives of those people had nothing to do with him. He only wanted to get back what was rightfully his.
The sound of the door being kicked and laughter intertwined, making my thoughts even more chaotic. My body had reached its limit; I felt dizzy, my legs were numb, and I was trembling all over. My strength was draining away little by little as I pressed against the door, constantly telling myself, "I have to hold on, I must hold on!" "I can't die here; I have to make it out alive!"
However, Mao Wang was much stronger than me. He kicked the door again with force, and I could no longer withstand it. The tremendous impact sent me flying, crashing hard against the wall opposite. My backpack was thrown off in the collision, spilling its contents everywhere.
I fell to the ground, feeling pain all over as if my bones were about to fall apart. I curled up on the floor, clutching my chest, each breath bringing waves of sharp pain. My forehead hit the wall and had already swollen up; my head felt heavy and dizzy, and darkness flickered before my eyes. Blood trickled down from my forehead, blurring my vision. I couldn't even bother to wipe it away; I just gritted my teeth, trying hard not to pass out.
I knew that once I lost consciousness, I might never wake up again. Seeing the door open, Mao Wang shouted frantically, "You can't escape! Your eyes belong to me! Hahaha!"
I closed my eyes, trying not to listen to his voice or recall the scenes from earlier. I had to calm down; I needed to find a way to escape. A rustling sound came from the doorway, and my heart leaped into my throat— it was Mao Wang. He... he was coming in!
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