GHLCS Chapter132

In the Japanese consulate, several people in white coats were reporting to Kuromiya Keiko.

 

“Miss Keiko, in two days, our newly developed virus will reach a 70% incidence rate, and then it can be put into use. Do you want to release it for another test?”

 

Kuromiya Keiko looked in the direction of the tea room on the second floor and seemed to be distracted, then she abruptly retracted her gaze: “No need, it seems that Duan Yelin has been alerted, and it will be difficult to deal with it. If the General’s attack plan is delayed, neither you nor I can bear the consequences. You just concentrate on your research, and I will notify you when the time is right.”

 

“Yes!” The group of people in white coats left.

 

Kuromiya Keiko took a few puffs of her cigarette, then walked upstairs, pushed open the door of the tea room, and watched Chang Ling chanting inside. She naturally sat beside him and leaned her head on his shoulder: “Did you hear it? Are you satisfied?”

 

Chang Ling’s body stiffened for a moment. He didn’t dare to push her away, nor did he dare to say anything.

 

These days, he lived in the Japanese consulate. He didn’t dare to leave because of what Kuromiya Keiko said. Kuromiya Keiko would make such intimate gestures from time to time. Although it was not excessive, it was a big challenge for Chang Ling, who had never been close to women.

 

Although Kuromiya Keiko was leaning against her beloved, her heart was cold. This kind of forced docility was essentially meaningless.

 

But she already couldn’t get his heart, and if she couldn’t get this person either, what else would she have left?

 

She faintly said, “I am very curious, to what extent can you sacrifice for the so-called sentient beings?”

 

Chang Ling tilted his head to look at her, only seeing her beautiful forehead: “Karma, if you hurt others, it will eventually come back to you. I don’t want to see them suffer, so naturally I don’t want to see you suffer either.”

 

Hearing this, Kuromiya Keiko sat up straight, with a little expectation in her eyes: “Are you concerned about them, or are you concerned about me?”

 

That burning expectation was so hot that it would make anyone panic, let alone Chang Ling.

 

He looked into Kuromiya Keiko’s eyes, lowered his eyes a little panickedly, and whispered, “All beings are equal, so what difference does it make who you care about?”

 

Her eyes gradually grew colder, and Kuromiya Keiko felt a little weak. She slowly knelt down and said, “Yeah… I was overthinking…”

 

He didn’t know what to say and just looked at her disappointed eyes. Chang Ling actually felt a little reluctant and said to her, “What else do you need me to do before you really stop?”

 

He heard clearly just now that in a few days, those life-threatening drugs would be successfully developed.

 

Kuromiya Keiko smiled coldly, stretched out her hand to pinch Chang Ling’s chin, and forced him to look directly into her eyes: “What if I tell you to stay with me for one night?”

 

“You…” Chang Ling was shocked by such bold and shocking words. He lost his dignity and stepped back fiercely. “Wen Hui, don’t talk nonsense.”

 

“Are you willing to call my name now? Chang Ling, you heard it right, and I didn’t say it wrong either. So, do you agree or not?” Kuromiya Keiko no longer cared about saving her face in front of Chang Ling. Anyway, he had no feelings for her, so it didn’t matter whether she was a pure beauty or a wanton, evil woman.

 

Or just let him hate her. Even dislikes can make him remember that he once met such a woman. It is better than being forgotten by him and only being compared with those ordinary people.

 

“No need to answer. I already understand your refusal.” She stood up and pushed open the door of the tea room. “Don’t say I’m trying to force you to stay. You can’t do it. Just go. I think you should… go.”

 

Only she herself knows that every word is like a nail piercing her heart.

 

“Wen Hui.”

 

“My bed has no shortage of men, and even less of a monk like you! After spending a few days with you, I find you very boring. You are far inferior to the men I played with before! Go away!”

 

After yelling like that, Kuromiya Keiko ran back to her room, locked the door, slowly squatted down with her back against the door, and cried with her face covered.

 

Her heart aches, as if a piece of flesh has been dug out, blood is dripping out, and the wind is blowing in, making a whistling sound.

 

It turns out that it is better for the body to be absent in the heart than for both the body and the heart to be absent.

 

When he is not by your side, you cannot see his indifference or hear his alienated words, so you can deceive yourself, and be wishful thinking. But when he is by your side, every minute and every second seems to be torturing you.

 

How cruel! Why did she fall in love with him when she could fall in love with anyone else?

 

In the tea room, Chang Ling did not leave because of what Kuromiya Keiko said, but when he stood up, he saw the handbag left by Kuromiya Keiko, and his eyes were fixed on it.

 

Of course, Buddhist precepts should not be stolen or robbed, but at this moment, Chang Ling was struggling a little.

 

But if, at the gates of the underworld, someone truly wishes to enter in exchange for the safety of all living things, then perhaps it’s better to let him take that risk, even if it’s a mistake.

 

After thinking it over again and again, he recited a few words of self-blame towards the west, kowtowed three times, and then opened the handbag.

 

After seeing the contents of the two yellow papers in the bag, his expression changed slightly, and then he stuffed them into the gap of his robes.

 

Just as he was about to walk out of the tea room, he felt someone blocking his way. It seemed to be a man in black. When he raised his head to see the person’s face clearly, he was suddenly covered in powder.

 

The stimulating fragrance of the flowers penetrated into his nose, making the tip of his nose itch and making him want to sneeze.

 

But before the sneeze could escape, Chang Ling was hit by a wave of dizziness. His vision blurred, the world tilted, and he collapsed heavily to the ground, losing consciousness.

 

He wasn’t sure how long he had slept.

 

In Chang Ling’s simple life of chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, there have never been many accidents, so his brain cannot speculate on these strange things very well.

 

He felt like he was both awake and asleep, between a half-dream and a half-wakefulness. His body felt heavy and hot. He wanted to call for someone to pour him a glass of water, but no sound came out.

 

He didn’t even know where he was or what was happening.

 

It seemed like someone had entered the room, and he fumbled around in confusion, then felt a warm and soft body pressed against him.

 

“Who? Is it… Wen Hui?” He subconsciously thought of this name, so he said this name out loud.

 

The other party did not answer but stretched out her hands and circled Chang Ling’s body. In his confused state, Chang Ling could hardly judge whether he should refuse or accept such an action.

 

He just felt like tiny ants were crawling all over his body. Being held in someone’s arms, he felt liberated and relaxed, yet something was not enough.

 

As if he was grasping at a straw, or as if this was the only piece of driftwood, for a moment, Chang Ling could only remember Kuromiya Keiko in his mind.

 

Then he kept repeating, “Wen Hui… Wen Hui.”

 

Hazy and dazed, he could smell the fragrance and see a beautiful body lying on the ground. To be honest, Chang Ling felt as if his body was controlled by something. His mind and heart were completely useless, and nothing was under his control.

 

The sound of clothes being pulled was heard in the room.