CH 18.2

Lin Yi stares at Lunatic for a couple of seconds before quickly catching up to Jiang Yiyi.

“By a conclusion… You mean, you’ve cured him?”

“I feel like, you are misunderstanding me again.”

“What?”

“Psychology is hardly as miraculous as you seem to be implying.”

Lin Yi glances at Lunatic behind, and pictures the scene of Jiang Yiyi patting him on the shoulder to stop him abruptly once more, then corrects him, “when you perform it, though, it is practically a miracle.”

Jiang Yiyi pauses.

Miraculous? That it is.

“Done?” Butcher looks at Lunatic, still standing in the courtyard, and is surprised at the brevity of the conversation, “you’ve done what you needed to?”

He then gestures to a nearby prison officer, who enters the courtyard and walks over to Lunatic.

He leads Lunatic out of another exit to the courtyard, reporting in his radio to Butcher as he does so.

“Lunatic appears stable. Nothing seems out of place.”

Butcher puts his radio away and, while reluctant to admit, he is relieved——In his mind, he did imagine Jiang Yiyi’s ‘conclusion’ to require massive amount of pixelation no matter what form it took.

“Let’s go.” Butcher leads Jiang Yiyi outside.

The second floor is quiet. All other prisoners have been ordered to stay in their cells, and only prison officers are allowed in the corridors right now——Add to that, some areas are off-limits even to them right now.

Jiang Yiyi looks up at the sun hanging above.

The weather is nice today.

Some people may picture Stargaol as some deep underground complex given the names of ‘second floor,’ ‘third floor,’ etc., but in fact, the ‘floors’ are merely designation given to different areas. They are not actually situated above or below each other.

In fact, they are completely separate, isolated regions each. Jiang Yiyi was transferred via teleportation devices when going from the first floor to the second——One-way only, ensuring absolute safety as prisoners cannot use them to go back.

Jiang Yiyi digresses temporarily at this point in his thoughts.

Teleportation——Is there even a basis in reality? While it sounds like something out of a sci-fi or just plain old fantasy setting, it did not evoke a sense of unnaturalness in him.

Still, Jiang Yiyi quickly files the fact away under the all-encompassing excuse——This is a game. Is it not normal for a game to have some completely unfeasible settings?

“Doctor?” Butcher notices him slowing, so turns to look, curious, while hurrying him along.

Jiang Yiyi looks ahead.

Flat, grey, expansive structures. Jiang Yiyi sweeps his gaze across several shut windows, when he locks eyes with a certain pair of eyes on him.

Not a most familiar person, but not unfamiliar either. His stare carries both fear and malice. He seems poised to strike him the next second.

Who could it be? Fearful and hateful.

Butcher looks where Jiang Yiyi is, and after a few seconds, suddenly realises to his shock who that is.

So he quickly sidesteps to block Jiang Yiyi’s view with his large frame, and reminds Jiang Yiyi, “Doctor, it’s time we go.”

Jiang Yiyi has also recalled the owner of the pair of eyes; with Butcher having stopped him, he stops looking and continues.

Butcher observes the buildings behind him out the corner of his eye. The prison officers to the side have gone back into the building.

“Lone Wolf…” Jiang Yiyi asks, “is still in the clinic?”

“Mmhm…” Butcher mumbles along.

“He’s still recovering?”

“The medical advice we received was a few additional days of observation…” Butcher pauses, as he receives contact by radio.

“Lone Wolf has stopped shaking. He seems to be improving overall. I’ve asked the Chief Physician to come check already.”

Butcher looks at Jiang Yiyi with some surprise hearing the news.

Jiang Yiyi might have noticed his observation, or maybe not, as his poker face betrays nothing that he is thinking.

“I just got news that he is improving.” Butcher knows better than to get into the minds of the perverse. Yet, he still can’t help himself, “did you do it?”

Jiang Yiyi stops once more, and looks at Butcher, mystified by what he is possibly seeing in him, “we were dozens of metres apart. We looked at each other for mere seconds, not minutes. Under such circumstances, what is it that you think I would be able to do to him?”

If Jiang Yiyi had the capability to affect someone – in a dozen seconds at most, by staring into their eyes, from a distance where even faces look blurry, especially through a window, then let’s stop calling that skill Psychology. It’s clearly something that would get published in Science.

The rebuttal is so convincing that Butcher almost finds himself believing. Almost——Because he is dealing with Jiang Yiyi.

The name Jiang Yiyi has left him enough impression that makes him feel like, any impossibility becomes reasonably plausible.

Although… that very thought itself can be described as insane, couldn’t it?