Chen Yifei had never been here.
Except in the inherited memories, when he was dragged here by Chen Tan and the other person to be buried.
But for some reason, when he personally set foot on this land of the mass grave, an unusual sense of familiarity emerged in his heart... This sense of familiarity was not just one, but two.
He looked at the graves buried by heavy snow in front of him, and fragmented memories surged into his mind, as if two distinct memories intersected here.
One was Chen Yifei's...
The other was Chen Muyu's.
He intuitively weaved through the graves, as if searching for something.
Finally, he stopped before a mound of earth without any wooden plaque or any markers.
He stared blankly at this mound of earth for a long time, knelt down on the thick snow, and the pale snowfield swayed in his vision. In a trance, the memory belonging to Chen Muyu became clearer...
...
"Name."
"Chen Muyu."
"Age."
"15."
"Number."
"39180."
Chen Muyu cautiously replied on the cold operating table.
A glimmer of intense light shone down from above, making it impossible for him to open his eyes. He only saw blurred figures walking around the operating table.
"The person matches, that's correct."
"Such a young age, suffering from this illness... tsk."
"When does the surgery start?"
"Wait a bit more. The heart from the other side hasn't arrived yet. If we fail to get it, we won't be able to fool them here."
"The price of hearts on the black market is so high these days. Did those parents really get the heart we requested?"
"Get nothing. They're just a family of poor devils. Selling their house wouldn't even cover the cost."
"Then where did the heart come from?"
"Hehehe... Don't you know?"
"What?"
"They're going to use their eldest son's heart to save this younger son..."
"Really? Is it necessary?"
"That couple was diagnosed early on as unable to have children, so they picked up a child from the street to raise, preparing for their own retirement later... But who knew, a few years later, somehow, they conceived again and gave birth to a younger son. The couple, who had already prepared to accept their fate, were overjoyed and immediately treated him like a precious treasure..."
"If it were you, which would you choose: a wild child picked up from the street or a beloved son born after being blessed by heaven?"
"Tsk..."
Hearing this conversation, Chen Muyu, lying on the operating table, suddenly opened his eyes!
He struggled to sit up and looked at the two people speaking. His pale little face was full of shock and disbelief.
"You said... Who's heart is it??"
"Your brother's." The bone knife in sterile clothing casually blew on his nails. "What, didn't your parents tell you?"
"Otherwise, do you think, with just the little money your family has, how could they possibly find a suitable heart for you?"
"Brother..."
Chen Muyu remained stunned on the operating table for a long time. It was only when the two doctors beside him began to push him down that he regained consciousness and started struggling frantically!
"I don't want it... I'm not doing it! I'm not having the surgery!!" Chen Muyu's voice carried a hint of tears, "I don't want my brother's heart! Let me go! I don't want his heart!!"
"The heart is already on its way. Whether you want it or not is not up to you."
"I beg you, please tell my parents, tell them I don't want the heart... I don't want to go back to school, I don't want to perform on stage... I don't want anything, just let my brother go... I beg you..."
"Lie down... Lie down!!"
It's unclear where Chen Muyu got the strength from, but he managed to break free from the grip of two adults, suddenly flipping off the operating table, and stumbling towards the direction of the surgery room door!
Just then, the surgery room door opened automatically, and a figure walked in, holding a mysterious metal box in his hand.
Chen Muyu collided with him and fell to the ground.
"I've got the heart," the man said.
"Impressive, those two parents looked like cowards, but they were quite efficient," Gudao said with surprise as he received the metal box, a smirk appearing on his lips.
Chen Muyu sat on the ground in a daze, his dilated pupils reflecting the shadow of the metal box. His lips and face were all pale, and his body was trembling uncontrollably...
"No... I don't want it..."
A syringe was gently inserted into his body.
Gudao squatted down behind Chen Muyu, his narrow eyes slits... like a snake or scorpion.
"You don't want it? Heh heh heh..."
As the liquid in the syringe was gradually injected, Chen Muyu felt his head getting heavier, and his consciousness fading like a retreating tide... Before he completely lost consciousness, he vaguely sensed someone leaning close to his ear, whispering like a demon:
"You don't really think... we would transplant the heart to you, do you?"
...
Chen Yifei suddenly woke up!
Cold wind, carrying snowflakes, whirled and moaned within the mass grave.
His eyebrows and hair were dyed white by the snowflakes, and a piercing coldness penetrated through his clothes, chilling him to the bone... Even so, he couldn't stop the cold sweat from breaking out on his body.
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"Muyu..."
He stared blankly at the mound of earth buried under the heavy snow and tremblingly raised his hand to start digging.
His palms shoveled through layers of snow and ice, turning red from the cold, then the frozen, hard soil underneath. He almost stopped thinking at this moment, with only this lonely mound of earth and Chen Muyu's struggling face in his mind.
As he dug deeper, a second memory uncontrollably flooded into his mind...
...
"Damn, why is the rain so heavy?"
"Be careful, the mountain is muddy, don't slip."
"Why do we have to come here to dump the body? Wouldn't it be better to just find a place nearby Bingquan Street and bury it?"
"Idiot, if we bury it near the street, wild dogs will eventually smell it. Once someone finds it, the enforcers will have to dig it up, and once they dig it up, they'll have to investigate... Qian Fan said this mass grave is filled with bodies, dumping it here won't be discovered."
"Do we have to give Qian Fan's gang a cut for this job?"
"For business on Bingquan Street, the enforcers always take a 30% cut... Otherwise, why would they help us?"
"Thirty percent? They really have a big appetite... Have they squeezed all the profits out of this kid?"
"Kidneys, liver, cornea, bone marrow, blood... Everything that could be taken, Gudao took it. This kid is just an empty shell now... You should have seen him, he was like mud when he came off the operating table, how disgusting..."
"It's a pity we don't know where that couple buried his brother, otherwise we could dig him up and profit again..."
Two figures wearing raincoats, carrying a black cloth bag, struggled through the mountain path in the heavy rain, arriving at the mass grave.
They found an empty spot, put down the black cloth bag, and one of them took out a shovel, skillfully starting to dig... Once the depth was suitable, they casually threw the black cloth bag into it like trash.