Marry the NPC with Money, Wife Comes Knocking - Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Unreadable emotions hid in Pei Ying’s eyes. “Even if you go out there, there’s no guarantee you’ll come back safely…”

“Ye Susheng needs me.” Hua Suihe turned her head and looked deeply at Ye Susheng’s murderous figure on the screen, her anxiety burning hotter by the second.

Pei Ying let out a soft sigh, as if helpless. Lowering his head, he said, “Then I’ll take you out.”

There were many people gathered around them, and everyone nearby heard their conversation. Malicious gazes and gossiping stares alike fell on Hua Suihe.

But no one dared touch her. Even if she was alone now, Ye Susheng was outside. If they hurt Hua Suihe, there was no telling whether Ye Susheng would take revenge.

Pei Ying led the way, and the crowd tactfully opened a path for them.

Hua Suihe hurried after him.

This fortress-like area was filled with small compartments. After all, so many people lived here; not only was the place huge, it was a maze of twists and turns that made it impossible to tell north from south.

At last, they reached a hidden corner with an elevator compartment. They took the elevator up more than a dozen floors, then transferred to another elevator and continued upward.

Only half an hour later did they finally reach the top floor.

When Hua Suihe stepped without hesitation onto the conveyor belt that would send her outside, Pei Ying could not help trying to persuade her one last time. “Half an hour has passed. Maybe she’s no longer out there. Even if you go out, you might not find her.”

Hua Suihe activated the machine without the slightest hesitation, and the conveyor belt rolled toward the long, narrow, pitch-black passage.

“Thank you. You should go back.”

Hua Suihe’s whole heart had already flown outside. She could no longer care about the consequences.

A few minutes later, she was transported outside.

The full moon in the sky made the ground as bright as day, and only then did Hua Suihe belatedly remember that it was nighttime.

She looked back. The conveyor belt had vanished, and so had the long, narrow passage. Behind her was only a flat stretch of land overgrown with withered grass.

The dead grass on the ground was stained crimson. The Anomaly Ye Susheng had just killed had left only mottled bloodstains behind. Now everything was silent, and Ye Susheng was nowhere to be seen.

“Ye Susheng!” Hua Suihe shouted. Then she remembered the Loudspeaker in her exchange backpack, took it out to amplify her voice, and kept calling Ye Susheng’s name.

She put on the location-tracking glasses and kept moving, following the bloodstains on the ground.

Pei Ying took the express passage straight to the control room. Looking at Hua Suihe’s solitary figure on the screen, a trace of reluctance showed in his eyes.

With a bang, the iron door behind him was kicked open.

Immediately after, a furious woman charged in, grabbed him by the collar, and cursed, “You bastard! Is this what your Agency calls righteousness-disregarding human life?!”

Pei Ying’s hand froze on the button. For a long while, he made no move. The woman’s angry words battered his eardrums, and the dull ache sank straight into his heart, like a massive boulder pressing down on his chest.

He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, only to find that words were pale and useless. No matter how much he said, it would mean nothing.

Xia Moyi shoved him away in anger. She was truly worried about Hua Suihe’s safety and was desperate to go up and bring her back.

Pei Ying sensed her intention and grabbed her in time. His expression was somewhat disheveled, and his voice softened as he urged, “Don’t go. It’s too late.”

“Pei Ying!” Xia Moyi had a breath of rage lodged in her chest as she glared at him viciously. “If you use my sister’s life in exchange for that bullshit research of yours, I swear I’ll make you all pay.”

“You’re just like them. An executioner!”

“I’m not…” Pei Ying’s expression turned defeated, and he slowly let go of Xia Moyi’s hand.

Xia Moyi immediately turned to leave. Pei Ying slowly turned around as well and said in a hoarse voice, “You can’t get out anymore. I’ve already shut down the outbound passage.”

Xia Moyi stopped at the doorway and looked back at him in disbelief. “What did you say?!”
Pei Ying gripped the controller tightly in his hand. Torn between hesitation and the last shred of resolve he was clinging to, he still could not bring himself to press the button. His numb gaze remained fixed on the frail figure beneath the moonlight on the screen.

Was he an executioner? Perhaps he was.

He had clearly known the Doctor’s intentions, yet he had continued to pretend he was unaware. He had even helped push the Doctor’s research forward.

Xia Moyi came back and looked up at the electronic screen, frantic with worry. After forcing herself to calm down, she noticed the controller in Pei Ying’s hand.

She recognized it. It was a tool used to transmit information to the Agency, one that could even be used inside a dungeon.

Pei Ying was distracted. Perhaps it was the conscience inside him that had kept him from pressing the button all this time.

Xia Moyi wanted to snatch it from him, but she was afraid she might set it off by mistake. More importantly, now was the worst possible time to provoke him. After thinking it over, she asked in an even tone, “Pei Ying, what was your original reason for joining the Agency?”

“To find a way to stop the spread of Thriller, to make Thriller disappear, and to stop humanity from sacrificing more lives.”

“Then if you know perfectly well that the Agency has completely strayed from that original purpose, why are you still giving yourself to it?”

Pei Ying’s eyes were full of confusion as he tried to explain. “Thriller Contamination is already a foregone conclusion. Humanity can’t eradicate it. We can only find a way to coexist with it.”

Xia Moyi let out a cold laugh. “How high-sounding.”

On the screen, Hua Suihe still had not found anyone. She held the loudspeaker and kept calling out, her lonely figure looking painfully pitiful.

Pei Ying took a deep breath, his heart locked in a fierce struggle. Then he suddenly looked at Xia Moyi. “Aren’t you a member of the Agency too? Why did you join?”

Xia Moyi stared at the screen. “Of course it was to… see your true purpose clearly.”

Her words were utterly blunt. “You’re despicable and shameless, yet you still insist on pretending it’s all for some righteous cause. It’s disgusting.”

“Can the Doctor’s research really succeed? Have you never thought about the Doctor’s selfish motives? Even if you believe that, to some extent, his methods align with some expected goal, you still have no right to use other people’s lives to achieve your aims.”

“If you have even the slightest bit of conscience left, don’t be the villain here.”

Pei Ying tossed the controller back onto the table and collapsed weakly into the chair. The screen flickered a few times before going black.

He held his face in his hands, exhausted, but he did not feel relieved.

Because he knew that even if he did not report it upward, the Agency would still find Hua Suihe. It was only a matter of time.

And once the passage closed, it could not be opened again within a day.

As for what would happen to Hua Suihe, that would depend entirely on her luck.

At that moment, Hua Suihe still had not found Ye Susheng. The location of Ye Susheng shown on the location-tracking glasses kept shifting, making her go one way one moment and another way the next. She could never catch up to Ye Zi.

The loudspeaker in her hand could carry sound very far. Logically speaking, Ye Susheng should have been able to hear it. But perhaps because her current state was poor, she had not come toward Hua Suihe at all.

At last, Ye Susheng’s location point appeared nearby on the location-tracking glasses, five hundred meters ahead.

Hua Suihe’s heart tightened. She immediately broke into a run, afraid Ye Susheng would move farther away again. In her panic, she shouted, “Ye Susheng!”

The person not far away seemed to hear her call and stood quietly in place, waiting as Hua Suihe ran toward her.

By the moonlight, Hua Suihe finally saw Ye Susheng before her, covered head to toe in filth and blood.

She was wrapped in a layer of blood. Her clothes were so torn and tattered that their original style was impossible to make out. She clutched a black scythe in her hand and stood there stiffly, her expression dazed and wooden.

Ye Susheng kept murmuring, “Kill you, kill you…”