章節 3: 1.3
"Miss Wei," the doctor's voice called through the slightly ajar door, "am I alright to come in?"
"Uhuh," I groaned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
Dr. Fang's round face popped through the opening, she looked hesitant about something.
"What is it?" I asked, reaching for the bed controls to easily sit up.
"I have two gentlemen here from the Central Intelligence Bureau insisting to speak with you," she replied, glancing nervously over her shoulder after she spoke.
The police? That's right, I killed a man. I was a murderer. Would they take me away?
My spine straightened despite the pain.
Much to my surprise, what came through the door were not two old uncles in police uniforms and handcuffs to take me away. Instead, two young, tall, and handsome men walked in. Neither wore uniforms but suits, with badges, guns and handcuff's peeking from under their jackets.
Though attractive, they still gave off an intimidating aura, making me shrink back under the duvet. I needed to pull myself together. Focus. System had truly scrambled my brain before I'd passed out from exhaustion before.
One stepped forward, he was the shorter of the two, with messy, chestnut-coloured hair and warm, brown eyes. Combined with his wide cheerful smile and youthful skin, he looked more like a sunny college youth than a policeman.
"Nice to see you again," he pulled up a chair and sat down, ignoring my confused glare. Was this friendly demeanor a new way to intimidate people, or was he playing a good cop?
I glanced at the other man, the bad cop. He had not spoken a word, only languidly leaned against the wall whilst reading through my notes that Dr. Fang had been holding.
Didn't he need my permission to do that?
This man was not only taller than his colleague but wider too. His pale grey suit and icy blue shirt did nothing to hide the large frame and dominant aura underneath.
"It's a shame to hear about the amnesia," Mr. Good Cop spoke beside me, making me finally give up anticipating a word from Mr. Bad Cop.
"Y-yeah," I unintentionally stuttered, trying to find my voice.
"I suppose I best reintroduce myself," he unbuttoned his black jacket, then bent forward extending his hand, "hi I'm Wu Yongrui, a criminal psychologist." He then tilted his head whilst enthusiastically shaking my trembling hand, his hand felt so warm and strong in comparison to mine. "That ice block over there, is my captain, Fu Jianyu." His captain didn't even raise his icy grey eyes from the paperwork. Ice block indeed.
"Okay," these names were useless to me, I still had no clue about Wei Zhiyue's life, no semblance of memory and even if I did, they wouldn't be mine.
"For formality's sake, I need a statement from yourself," he let out a heavy sigh whilst fumbling through his briefcase for a notepad and pen. Not giving me any chance to refuse.
Was this a trap? Act all friendly until I admit my guilt, then whisk me away? Do people even get arrested for self-defense? It was self-defense, wasn't it?
"Anything will do, it's a formality, Jianyu already sorted out everything else," Dr. Wu continued, seeming to be attempting to pacify me.
Was Zhiyue very close to them for them to act this way?
According to Dr. Fang and Zhiyue's notes, she had no family. Her next of kin was an unrelated Su Meng who I had yet to meet. Nobody else had visited in the four days I'd spent in a coma recovering from surgery.
"He," I choked on my first word. Feeling frustrated, I tried again, but again was only able to say, "he."
"Just spit it out," I cursed to myself internally.
"He-" as if I had spoken him into existence, the previously warm brown eyes watching me had now turned a cold blue. That friendly smile was now twisted into a sinister smirk. Cold hands slid along my inner thigh under the duvet, filling my body with a sense of fear and sickening anticipation. I whimpered.
"Let's stop now," Dr. Wu's face returned, reminding me of where I was, and who I was speaking with. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted his captain inching closer.
"How are you feeling, Miss Wei?" Dr. Wu asked, drawing my attention back to him.
Pain. I was in so much pain.
"I got you," System's voice was calm and warm as it filled me with a peaceful sensation.
"I don't remember anything before waking up with the knife," my hand hovered over where it had been jutting out of me. I unconsciously remembered how natural the hilt had felt in these clumsy hands. Just who exactly was I? Who was Wei Zhiyue? I began to feel overwhelmed by all the unknown.
"Miss Wei, it's okay to tell me whatever comes to mind," Dr. Wu rested the pen on the paper to lean over and pat my arm, "anything, it's just a formality, you're not in any trouble okay?"
I nodded my head, feeling comforted enough by his words to continue.
"I don't think he was r-right in the head," I explained, "he seemed insane."
Dr. Wu lifted his hand to return to his pen and paper to write again, nodding his head.
"Someone was coming, he said he was going to kill them," I flinched recalling the venom in his voice as he had threatened to kill that man. "I didn't want him to do it, I begged him not to, but he, he, then he turned on to me…"
Bile crept up my throat as I remembered his vicious, possessive glare, "so, I… I…"
"Spit it out. Spit it out. Just say it and close this shitty chapter of this shitty new life and be done with it. It didn't happen to you. It didn't happen to you." I uncontrollably harassed myself mentally, frustrated at my lack of control in speaking.
"I killed him."
Those were not the words I had intended to blurt out, yet by saying them I realised they were the words I needed to say out loud the most. The guilt was tearing me apart inside. This hand of mine had taken that knife and plunged it so easily and accurately into his beating heart.
"I'm sorry," I cried, pulling my knees up to my chest to wrap my arms defensively around them. Despite System's flooding of warmth, I felt so cold. So very, very cold.
Dr. Wu tossed the pen and notepad back into his briefcase and stood to rub his hands up and down my upper arms. "He deserved it," he started to coax me, trying to stop my ugly crying, "the bastard wants to be lucky he got a quick death."
Mr. Policeman, can you really say that out loud?
I glanced up at him in shock, were they even really policemen?
"I think we should end it today here gentlemen," Dr. Fang interrupted, her gaze looked worried and never left me.
I couldn't understand why she was chasing them out.
The captain all but fled from the room at her words, accidentally making the door bash against the wall as he left. Dr. Wu bowed his head to Dr. Fang and then gave me one last comforting squeeze on my arms.
"We'll be back soon," he promised before turning to chase after his captain at a brisk pace.
I turned to Dr. Fang as the door shut, trying to understand why she was looking at me like that.
I swiftly got my answer as the whole world was swept from under me and my vision turned to black.
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