Chapter 53 (1/2)

Chapter 53 Confession

As Qing shui and Jing went out of the room, Chang gradually felt better, and his stomach stopped twitching. He wiped off the residue beside his mouth and stood up from the ground.

Chang took the broom and cleaned up his vomit, and then returned to his bed.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t kill you.” Chang rubbed his blood-covered hands against each other and tried to comfort the doctor who was trembling in fear on the corner of her bed.

“Trust me, he won’t kill you.” Pangzi accompanied Chang to calm the doctor. He made his voice softer, but at the same time justified himself, “They threatened us, so that’s what they deserved! I was wondering the whole day why you gave them our food; I would’ve never guessed your plan until I saw it now!”

Pangzi patted on Chang’s shoulder with joy.

“I’m just not used to this…” Chang shook his head as if he was shaking away the expression of the woman during her final moment; he went up to the water tank and rinsed off the blood on his hands and knife.

While Chang was cleaning himself up, Qing shui and Jing came back with empty hands. He stood beside Chang and rinsed his hands along with Chang.

“I’m sorry for what happened just now; I got too emotional…” Chang cracked a difficult smile.

“Don’t worry about that, you did much better than I expected.” Qing shui shook off the water on his hands and grinned at Chang, “It wasn’t you first time, was it?”

“No, it’s my second time.” Chang scratched his palm to remove the thick blood. “This time I’m calmer, but the thoughts in my mind were chaotic.”

“Don’t think too much, you really did a good job,” Qing shui praised again.

“But I woke the doctor,” Chang rubbed on the back of his hands.

“Chang, think about this; no one can sleep tightly at the moment, and there’s no way that you can keep her asleep unless you drug her.” Qing shui chuckled, “Even if she hadn’t woken up by then, the noise I made when moving the bodies was also loud. At that time, even the fine blood gus.h.i.+ng sound could awaken the entire room, so stop thinking too much. You’re a really sensitive person.”

“It wasn’t me being too sensitive, but rather that those thoughts seemed to come from thin air; I just have to sort them out.” Chang finally cleaned up the blood stain and turned his back.

“There is only one thing I need to tell you – everything you do is to survive in this cruel world!”

To survive!

Somehow Qing shui’s word freed him from his worries. They were more useful than any polished persuasions. Chang laid down and let Qing shui’s words wander in his mind; he didn’t even look at how Qing shui was proposing the “secret deal” with the doctor, nor did he take care of Jing, who he was always concerned about. He was so relaxed that he fell asleep almost at the same moment his head touched the pillow.

He slept until the next morning.

When Chang opened his eyes, he realized this was his first time that he slept through the morning since the red fog. The fog had already brightened up by the sun light; he knew it was almost noon.

As he suddenly sat up, the first person he noticed was Qing shui.

“Finally, you woke up.”

“Yeah.”

“Something went wrong.”