Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"What are your plans for the next action?" the director asked, and the captain of the other Criminal Investigation Team 2 standing in the room made his meaning very clear.

Jinchen stood up straight, his body tense and sturdy, his eyes still fixed on the surveillance screen, "I'll catch him myself."

The tone was cold, without a trace of warmth.

The director looked at Jinchen and said in a sad tone: "Criminal Investigation Team 2 will fully cooperate. I hope you will not be deceived again."

Before leaving, Jinchen glanced at the city bureau leader and said to the captain of the second detachment who followed him, "I'm going to the hospital."

Jinchen is the captain, so logically there is no need to report such things. However, both Jinchen and the detachment captain knew that he was ordered to keep an eye on Jinchen.

"Why go to the hospital?"

"I have a heart disease and I will die if I don't take medicine."

Captain: “…”

Captain Jin, please think of another reason.

How should I reply to the director?

Twenty minutes ago, Jinchen was still interrogating Gu Luming.

Wu Lin left the police station and just as he passed the intersection he noticed a car following him, so he stopped.

"Get in the car."

The car window rolled down and a familiar face smiled at him.

That was in the hospital that Guidie had full control of, and that was the boyfriend whose eyes were "dug out" by Sang Xue.

"Ah... maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Yingdie, and I'm the one who will become the successor to Guidie after you."

"Really?" Wu Lin's tone remained calm, but to Yingdie's surprise, he took the initiative to get into the car.

"You know?" Yingdie was a little surprised.

"The day Sang Xue fainted on the lawn, I saw you blowing the whistle in the corridor. You are Sang Xue's boyfriend."

Yingdie even held the gun cautiously, not quite understanding why Wu Lin bothered to say the last sentence.

But Wu Lin pinched his brows and said in a slightly tired voice: "Don't be afraid, drive your car."

Yingdie was stunned and almost didn't react to what this person was saying.

You are the one who should be afraid!

"Humph, you are worthy of being the one chosen by the Ghost Butterfly ten years ago."

Yingdie smiled meaningfully and stepped on the accelerator.

"Excuse me, Ghost Butterfly said you need to wear a hood."

Wu Lin: "Your last territory is on Qinghuan Mountain, what's the point of wearing it?"

Shadow Butterfly: “…”

His hands holding the steering wheel trembled, and he forced himself to hold back the words "fuck your mother".

Why on earth would this person know this!

-

"Long time no see, Wu Lin."

Guidie, or Gu Luhui, warmly welcomed Wu Lin's arrival.

Even the remaining believers behind him looked at him with unusually eager eyes.

Wu Lin looked at everything in front of him.

The ghost butterfly seemed to replicate the scene from ten years ago.

All the brainwashed patients gathered on the empty lawn, with empty eyes and empty blue striped hospital gowns. When the wind blew, they became soulless puppets.

Jiang Lu, who was tied up in the middle, clearly came to rescue them, but was caught by this group of people and could not escape.

Lao Mu walked with heavy steps as he was dragged out of the basement by thugs. Months of abuse had left him unrecognizable. He saw his comrades being captured but was powerless to do anything. The ghost butterfly made Lao Mu make another choice.

Should he save his comrades, or save his apprentice Wu Lin who was tied up among the patients.

Lao Mu's final answer was to save Wu Lin, but he took the bullet for his comrade Jiang Lu.

The wind that day was howling just like it is today, carrying with it a bloody smell that filled all of Wu Lin's senses, forcing him to forget the memory under the control of drugs.

Wu Lin recovered some of his memories, including this one, in a nightmare last night.

"It seems you have remembered it." Gu Luhui caught something from Wu Lin's expression and laughed out loud. He still spoke to Wu Lin in the gentlest voice, just like he did ten years ago.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Wu Lin asked, his voice a little hoarse.

"It's simple, just kill people." Gu Luhui said it frankly, "Help these people who are living in pain to be relieved, and I will be their god."

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” Wu Lin took two steps forward, his cold voice echoing in this deep mountain base: “Gu Luhui, a doctor who was dismissed from the once normal Qinghuan Mental Hospital, was dismissed because he suffered from severe borderline mental disorder, accompanied by severe self-destructive and dangerous tendencies.”

"After that, you used the special mind-control drugs you developed to smuggle the raw materials back from abroad, and bribed the newly appointed mayor with a huge sum of money. From then on, you became the new director of Qinghuan Hospital."

"And Qinghuan Hospital has become a hell for those patients."

Gu Luhui: “…”

After a long moment, his eyes flashed with coldness, "It seems that your memory has recovered more than I thought."

These data were found by Wu Lin five years ago. At that time, he had just heard the news and had just mastered... that thing. Not long after, when he was feeling very proud of it, it once again changed Wu Lin's memory and even caused confusion in the timeline.

"Then do you want to know why I didn't kill you?" Gu Luhui slowly raised his hand, and immediately two thugs came up and held Wu Lin. "Because something told me that you can't die, and that thing... is the greatest existence in this world."

"But it doesn't say you can't be trained to be obedient."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thug stabbed Wu Lin from behind, piercing his shoulder.

Wu Lin groaned, and the long-lost pain was torn from his memory again, emerging like a wild beast, and his right shoulder, which was pierced, felt a suffocating pain.

"Keep him here and wait for the final opportunity." Gu Luhui seemed to be in a good mood.

"Yes."

Wu Lin was dragged away mercilessly. During this period, he was taken care of by Jin Chen and had not even cut his wrists. He was almost completely unconscious after being hit so suddenly.

In a trance, he felt that the prison he was brought here was as dark as the basement back then.

The two thugs seemed to be in a hurry to see what was about to happen on the lawn and had no intention of staying here. What's more, the person they brought in was already unconscious, so what could a cripple with a broken arm do?

The footsteps gradually faded away. A few seconds later, Wu Lin opened his eyes, his pale face covered with cold sweat.

He gritted his teeth and stood up. Without taking the time to treat the wound on his arm, he followed the information given by Sang Xue and entered the inner room.

——"Kimetsu is very suspicious. The prison is not far from his room. Samikina is there."

When he was in the hospital, he explained to Jinchen that according to legend, if you put a talisman with the Samkina emblem under your pillow, you will be able to talk to the dead in your dreams.

Wu Lin does not believe in ghosts and gods, and Samkina may just be Sang Xue's metaphor for the East and West.

Under the pillow was something that looked like a seal, like a chip from a science fiction movie.

Wu Lin didn't want to act rashly, but he remembered that Wei Yan and Jin Chen once said that no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find the location of the ghost butterfly.

Since they dare to put it like this, it at least means that the chip is not afraid of water or fire. He can't find the correct way to destroy it in a short time. There may be only one way to isolate and shield the signal.

His eyes, soaked with cold sweat, narrowed slightly, and with a desperate attempt, he inserted the sharp chip into his right shoulder.

it hurts……

Wu Lin collapsed to the ground, his thin back curled up and trembled in pain. In a trance, he saw Jinchen's eyes with an inclusive smile again.

Alive.

Go back alive.

Wu Lin bit his tongue to suppress his cry of pain.

This time he lay on the ground for several minutes before he could barely regain the strength to stand up.