Chapter 297
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Chapter 297: The Strange Dream
Let’s go, it’s time for the activity.
The caregiver opened the metal door to the room and spoke to Lin Qiye inside.
Lin Qiye nodded and followed the caregiver out. As usual, they passed through multiple checkpoints, and the caregiver yawned.
Did you not sleep well last night? Lin Qiye casually asked.
Don’t mention it, I dreamed all night. The caregiver waved his hand, speaking helplessly. I dreamed about that old dog Wu from another ward, playing games with me on the subway. I lost, and he kept slapping my face. I woke up this morning with my face still hurting…
Lin Qiye was taken aback. You dreamed about him too?
What? You dreamed about him as well? The caregiver raised an eyebrow. Well, you did spend quite a bit of time with him yesterday, so it probably left a deep impression… Did he slap you too?
Not exactly, he just squatted there and said a bunch of random things. Lin Qiye shrugged.
It’s normal for a mental patient.
The two reached the transparent door, and a familiar voice came from the speaker again:
Employee number 39180, please answer today’s secret phrase: What does the lantern bearer want to eat the most today?
Fragrant five-spice spicy snail noodles with pickled cabbage and beef.
Correct secret phrase, please proceed.
The verification device next to the glass door lit up with a green light, and with a soft sound, the transparent door slowly opened.
The caregiver walked to the side of the door and saw Lin Qiye standing there in a daze, and asked curiously: What’s wrong? Don’t want to go to the activity today?
No, it’s not… Lin Qiye came back to his senses and pretended to speak calmly.
In reality, his heart was already in turmoil.
He clearly remembered that this secret phrase appeared in his dream last night, and it was spoken by Wu the old dog… Is this a coincidence?
Could it be that he just dreamed it and really dreamed of today’s exit secret phrase?
That’s just too absurd.
Um, I want to ask something. Lin Qiye hesitated before speaking. Where do you get these strange secret phrases from?
The caregiver chuckled lightly: You think it’s absurd, right? But it has to be this absurd so that no one can guess it… These secret phrases are randomly generated by the artificial intelligence of the fasting center the night before, and only we few caregivers know them. It’s considered top-level confidential information.
Generated by artificial intelligence…
Lin Qiye nodded thoughtfully and stepped out of the transparent door, heading towards the cafeteria.
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Splash, splash, splash…
Water flowed over the lenses, washing away the remaining traces of blood. An Qingyu turned off the faucet, dried the droplets on his glasses with his clothes, adjusted his outfit, and walked out of the restroom.
I’m a bit hungry… An Qingyu rubbed his flat stomach, hesitated for a moment, and then headed straight for the cafeteria.
He walked into the cafeteria and headed directly to the food serving window. It was peak meal time, and there were quite a few prisoners in the cafeteria, eating and loudly chatting, the noisy sounds making An Qingyu frown.
He reached out to take his tray, smiled at the staff and said thank you, then sat down alone at the farthest corner table.
Fortunately, there’s no fish today.
A look of relief appeared on An Qingyu’s face.
Moments later, Boss Han swaggered in with a group of prisoners.
Boss Han held his head high, chest out, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, looking in a great mood. The prisoners behind him, though looking a bit disheveled, wore expressions of fearlessness.
Today, I’m going to eat three servings! Boss Han said to his little brother beside him.
The little brother quickly nodded and hurried to the window to get food for Boss Han, while the latter casually sat down at a table, humming a little tune.
At that moment, another prisoner rushed over to Boss Han and whispered something.
Boss Han was taken aback.
He suddenly grabbed the prisoner by the collar, his eyes wide, and spoke slowly: Say that again?
The knife-scarred brother is also missing… The prisoner’s voice trembled slightly.
Boss Han abruptly stood up, his eyes filled with anger and confusion. He stared intensely into the prisoner’s eyes. When did this happen?
Just now, when you took people to find trouble with the “believers”…
How is that possible? Boss Han furrowed his brows tightly, seemingly unable to comprehend. He slammed the tray that had just been placed on the table, the crisp sound instantly echoing through the cafeteria, drowning out all the noisy chatter.
In the silent cafeteria, Boss Han roared at the few people around him:
You guys, go find him!
Several little brothers quickly ran out of the cafeteria, scattering to search.
Boss Han sat back down, his face extremely grim, and he couldn’t help but start to doubt himself…
Clearly, he had just beaten up the “believers,” they shouldn’t have had the chance to kill the knife-scarred face, could it be that he guessed wrong? Was it not them who did it?
But who else could it be…
At that moment, Boss Han seemed to think of something, his pupils suddenly constricting!
That new prisoner!
The one-eyed man wanted to find trouble with that kid, and he disappeared that day. Today, the knife-scarred face also said he wanted to find that kid, and now he’s also disappeared… This is definitely not a coincidence!
Boss Han stood up. Where is that new prisoner the knife-scarred face mentioned?
After a brief murmur among the prisoners, someone raised their hand and pointed to the corner of the cafeteria, where a large table had only one young man quietly eating.
Boss Han turned his neck, gave a look to the little brother beside him, who immediately understood, and shouted, Clear the area! Block all the surveillance!
Several prisoners quickly ran to the surveillance cameras in the corner of the cafeteria, secretly using glue to cover the screens, sealing off all views of the cafeteria. Other prisoners who were not under Boss Han’s command sensed something was wrong and hurriedly left the cafeteria.
Within ten seconds, the entire cafeteria was left with only Boss Han’s men and the solitary An Qingyu eating in the corner.
Boss Han strode over to the corner, followed by a large group of fierce-looking prisoners, at least forty or fifty of them.
They surrounded An Qingyu tightly, an overwhelming sense of pressure rising.
An Qingyu silently put down his chopsticks and looked up at Boss Han, who was leading:
You’re looking for me. What’s the matter?
Before he could finish speaking, An Qingyu’s pupils suddenly constricted, as he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in blue and white stripes stepping into the cafeteria.