Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"What sorcerer? I'm a fortune teller!" Qi Yan pointed to the fortune-telling banner that Murphy was carrying behind him. "A more orthodox Yin-Yang master than the Celestial Master of Yan Kingdom, a genuine descendant of the dragon. Beautiful lady, do you want your fortune told? What are you?"

The Sakota woman tilted her head, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

She was quite certain that she didn't know this Rupert in front of her, so why did he speak so barbedly from the start?

“Don’t misunderstand, I mean no harm.” The Sarkaz woman smiled again. “I just heard that your Originium Arts can evoke fear in people’s hearts, so I wanted to meet you.”

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood. I really don't know any music Originium Arts, so I'm certainly not the one who cast the spell."

Qi Yan said sincerely, "I'm just an ordinary geomancer. Of course, I also do key duplication on the side. Do you dub keys? How many keys do you dub?"

Sakorta Woman: ?

She is now certain that this Rupert is definitely malicious!

"Since you don't like me, then I'll leave. But before I go, may I discuss music with you?"

The Sakota woman raised her violin, preparing to place the bow on it.

Qi Yan raised his hand and pressed it down, laughing:

"These unfortunate passersby have just been harmed by a sorcerer, so don't make things worse."

The Sakota woman's eyes flashed.

She gazed at Qi Yan, her lips slightly pursed, and said knowingly:

"No wonder you are hostile towards me. It seems you know my identity or have heard of my deeds."

"Absolutely, Ms. Arturo, a Lateran super-functory criminal, Terra's top entertainer, a famous representative of the Chaos Evil faction, and one of the main characters in the drama of siblings who love and hate each other so much that they wish they could shoot you dead."

Qi Yan's immediate attack left Arturo momentarily stunned.

While she was still in a daze, Qi Yan had already taken her hand and walked quickly toward a coffee shop not far away.

Qi Yan's goal was clear, because in a poor neighborhood like Xizhao District, there was only that one coffee shop.

Murphy followed behind the two, rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he was not seeing things, silently put on the sunglasses that Qi Yan had thrown to him.

The three of them entered the coffee shop one after another, and in unison held up one finger to the coffee shop owner who came to greet them:

"Begeler, a private room, with the best soundproofing."

The coffee shop owner was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't said anything yet, so how did someone open the box?

Begler glanced at the three of them, but ultimately said nothing more, bowed silently, and led the way.

Arturo frowned slightly, somewhat unable to keep up with Qi Yan's pace.

If she hadn't been able to vaguely sense that Qi Yan didn't have any murderous intent, she almost would have chosen to resist.

Knowing his own actions, harboring malice towards himself, yet not intending to kill himself.

Arturo suddenly became curious about Qi Yan's purpose.

Arturo, who was controlled by the Leziren gene, was like a cute and naive girl, dragged into a soundproof private room by the big white wolf.

"Old Mo, stay outside quietly and don't eavesdrop!"

Qi Yan gave a brief instruction and then locked the door.

Murphy, carrying a fortune-telling banner, stood outside the door, opened his mouth, and after a long while, finally managed to utter a sentence:

"Brother is awesome!"

Begler crossed his arms, glanced sideways at Murphy, and said sarcastically:

"So, my dear Viscount, you deliberately lured him here to me?"

"Are you really that confident in the soundproofing of your coffee shop?"

Murphy tossed out a sentence and turned to walk towards the public area outside the coffee shop: "Boss, a cappuccino, please."

Upon hearing this, Begler immediately forgot everything else and happily ran off to make coffee.

After the two left, a faint fluctuation of Originium Arts energy emanated from the private room...

A security door covered with various locksmith advertisements stood quietly in front of Qi Yan.

He looked around and then took a deep breath.

That familiar, dark, damp, and musty smell rushed into his chest and lungs.

"This is the taste!"

Qi Yan exhaled and looked down at his decorations.

Wearing a clean school uniform, with a classic student-style backpack on his back.

"Is this Arturo's Originium Arts?"

Qi Yan sniffed and chuckled, "Everyone says that your music, this 'bad woman' music, can release the listeners' inner constraints and reveal their truest thoughts, whether good or evil. So what are my truest thoughts?"

Qi Yan reached into his pocket, took out his house key, and opened his house door with practiced ease, then pushed it open and went inside.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Qi Yan called out, ducked around the broken glass in the corridor, straightened the overturned table and chairs in the living room, and threw his schoolbag onto the bruised sofa.

A woman came out of the bedroom and gave Qi Yan a gentle smile:

"The food is in the kitchen, but you can heat it up later. Your dad is inside right now."

Qi Yan picked up the broom in the corner and began her daily routine of cleaning the messy floor at home.

"Mom, I've told you before, we shouldn't buy those glass bottles, they don't keep things for very long."

"Also, it's best to buy iron washbasins. Look, the plastic washbasin you just bought last week has already split into two."

"Hey, there's still blood on it. I understand. Clean it up first before throwing it away, so the neighbors won't see it."

While muttering and chatting about everyday things, Qi Yan skillfully tidied up the messy room.

The woman stood silently in the living room, her hand gently brushing against her sleeve.

A trace of fresh blood seeped out from it.

The woman wasn't angry or surprised by Qi Yan's strange words; she simply kept nagging and giving instructions:

"Keep your voice down, so the neighbors don't hear you. When you're out and about, keep a smile and a cheerful personality. Don't let people laugh at our family."

Do you have enough pocket money this week? I'll give you some more. Don't be stingy with it at school, or your classmates will laugh at you.

Also, your dad finished his wine. Go downstairs and buy some later. I'm injured, so I won't go out. Luckily, your dad didn't completely lose his temper and didn't hurt my face, otherwise I wouldn't dare to go out for the next few days; people would laugh at me.

Qi Yan swept all the various kinds of garbage into a pile, put it in a dustpan, and poured it into a garbage bag.

He picked up the trash bag, turned around, and walked towards the door.

He paused for a moment as he walked down the corridor.

On the corridor wall, a calendar hangs quietly, with small red circles marking the days that have already passed.

Qi Yan stood in front of the calendar, looking at the date on it, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up.

He turned his head and looked out through the clean and clear window of the living room.

"The sun is shining brightly today; it's a good day to die."

Chapter 276 It's getting dark, time to sleep.

"Boss, warm two bowls of wine and a plate of fennel beans."

"You little rascal, you're always talking nonsense."

The supermarket owner smiled at Qi Yan, who was grinning from ear to ear, shook his head, and bent down to pick up a case of beer from under the counter.

After handing the beer to Qi Yan, he stopped Qi Yan from taking out his money:

"No need. I haven't even properly thanked your family yet for helping to mediate our family's mess."

"The drinks are on the house today, it's on me treating your dad."

"One thing at a time, and this is the last time I'll buy alcohol for my dad."

Ignoring all attempts to stop him, Qi Yan placed the money for the beer on the counter and then ran away from the supermarket with the beer in his arms.

The boss frowned, peering at Qi Yan's retreating figure, and muttered:

"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Your dad can't possibly quit drinking."

He chuckled, shook his head, and didn't think about it anymore.

Holding the wine, Qi Yan greeted acquaintances from the neighborhood along the way, running and stumbling back to his building.

"Oh no, it's Qi Yan! Everyone, run!"

"Silly Qi Yan, always laughing, making Mom cry, making Dad yell, pretending to be stupid, hopping and skipping!"

"Hahaha, he's looking this way! Everyone run!"

A group of eight- or nine-year-old children were playing downstairs. When they saw Qi Yan, they immediately scattered.

While running, they didn't forget to let out childlike laughter.

Qi Yan stopped and tilted his head, holding the beer.

He remembered these children; children say the darndest things, and according to his mother's teachings, as a high school student, he shouldn't argue with them.

However... he's an adult now and should have his own ideas.

It will be over soon...

Qi Yan, carrying a half-empty beer crate, hummed a little tune as he climbed the stairs step by step.

"Because I didn't take my medicine, I feel so cute..."

"Children, be good and come home when it gets dark. It's dangerous outside at night, be careful of..."

"I am a happy night wanderer, roaming this small town. Those who feel guilty, remember to lock your doors..."

Humming a little tune, Qi Yan hugged the wine box with one hand and used the key to open the door with the other.

The woman was no longer in the room; in her place stood a disheveled man who reeked of alcohol.

Those red eyes, unique to those who are drunk, turned to look at Qi Yan.

"Buying a bottle of wine takes this long, what a waste!"

Qi Yan grinned and walked over to place the wine in front of the man.

The man looked down and saw that only half a case of liquor remained; anger immediately rose on his face.

"Why did you only buy half a box? Do you look down on me?"

It was that damn supermarket owner again, who was only willing to sell me half a case of wine. He looked down on me too.

Damn it, you bunch of bastards, you all deserve to die!

Qi Yan crouched behind the liquor box, looking up at the enraged man before him, and chuckled:

"Half a box is enough, because this time, I'm prepared to make a new choice. I'll die soon, and then everything will be over."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The slap came whistling through the air.

Qi Yan tilted his head and easily dodged.

His gaze held a hint of nostalgia: "It's been a while since I've experienced this feeling of having to worry about my injuries, because I simply can't die."

Why can't I just die?

Don't hit the child!

Hearing the man's angry roar, the woman came out of the bedroom and witnessed the scene. She immediately rushed over to try to stop him.

But all he got in return was a barrage of punches and kicks from the men.

Qi Yan squatted silently to the side, watching the two entangled together like wild beasts, a bright smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at!"

The man suddenly shifted his focus to Qi Yan: "It's all because of this bastard woman! What kind of person has she raised you to be? Why are you laughing? Is she deliberately sending you to mock me?!"