Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

“She…she was forced, wasn’t she?” the Rat King said tremblingly.

Although he asked the question in this way, the Rat King could clearly see that although his precious daughter had a proud and aloof expression, her little tail was gently twitching to the beat of the drum.

He even saw his beloved daughter actively controlling the magic to change the state of the neon lights in accordance with the rhythm of the music.

Inside the bar, the operators cheered as the neon lights changed.

"Miss Lin is the best! Rhodes Island cannot do without Miss Lin, just like Kjerag cannot do without the Originium Furnace!"

"Everyone, look at me! I have an announcement to make: I am Miss Lin's dog!"

"Okay, from now on, when I take a walk with Miss Lin, I'll hold your hand!"

Listening to the cheers inside the bar, the Rat King felt that the anesthetic might be taking effect again, and his vision was going black in waves.

Just then, a carefree figure darted in front of the two.

"Grandpa, I'm so sorry about what happened during the day!" Huang clasped his hands together and apologized with a smile. "I'll treat you to all the drinks tonight, please don't refuse, this is my way of expressing my apologies."

The Rat King wanted to explain that he hadn't come to drink, but noticed that although Huang had a smiling expression, his eyes were very sincere.

His heart softened involuntarily.

Seeing that the Rat King acquiesced, Huang immediately pulled the Rat King to the counter and ordered him a Rhodes Island special cocktail.

Qi Yan also came over with a grin, taking advantage of the Rat King's presence to get some drinks.

Neon lights flashed, and glasses clinked together with a crisp sound.

Accompanied by upbeat music, the Rat King downed one glass of wine after another.

Before he was completely drunk, as if in a final burst of energy, the Rat King briefly regained consciousness.

"Something's not right. I came here to see my daughter, why are you drinking?"

After muttering something to himself, the Rat King rolled his eyes and scurried under the table.

Chapter 135 Requiem Night

When the Rat King opened his eyes again, he found himself lying back in that familiar sickbed.

This time was different, though; the sky outside was already beginning to lighten.

Not far away, his daughter was talking to Qi Yan.

Judging from the conversation, it was his daughter complaining that Qi Yan had made him go drinking before the effects of the anesthesia had worn off.

It seems that I wasn't in a good state after getting drunk last night, which made the medical staff work overtime until late at night before I calmed down.

"I'm getting old."

The Rat King sighed softly.

Upon hearing his voice, Qi Yan and the other person stopped talking and walked over together.

The Rat King looked at his daughter and smiled.

“Yuxia, it’s clear that you’ve been doing quite well on Rhodes Island.”

Lin Yuxia looked slightly awkward, gently brushing the ends of her pink hair from her shoulder, and muttered:

"Actually, it's just so-so. Rhodes Island isn't anything special."

Known daughter Moruofu.

The Rat King could tell at a glance that his daughter was actually very satisfied with Rhodes Island.

"Alright, since you like it, then stay here for now."

The Rat King smiled nonchalantly, deciding not to insist on anything further.

Lin Yuxia muttered a couple more words, but did not refuse.

Then the Rat King looked at Qi Yan, hesitated for a moment, and tentatively asked, "So, can I go back to Longmen?"

"Look at what you're saying, as if Rhodes Island were some kind of evil force."

Qi Yan looked displeased: "To prove the hospitality of Rhodes Island, it seems I have no choice but to keep you here for a while longer."

The Rat King smiled wryly and said earnestly:

"I'll come back to experience it when I have the chance later, but not now."

Lungmen is about to host a large event called Requiem Night, and I need to go back to manage it. I really can't stay here.

"Requiem Night?"

Qi Yan thought about it carefully and remembered the event.

He suddenly felt a little tempted: "Grandpa, I also really like this event. I won't stop you from going back to Longmen, but could you give me a ride along the way?"

Upon hearing that Qi Yan wanted to go to Longmen again, the Rat King was so frightened that his face almost turned pale.

Seeing the Rat King's fear, Qi Yan repeatedly reassured him:

"Don't be afraid. I just want to participate in Requiem Night and buy two burial plots for myself. Maybe I can even take advantage of the promotional discount."

The Rat King opened his mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say in response.

You little rascal, can't you even come up with a decent excuse?

In the end, Qi Yan left with the Rat King.

Riding on the Rat King's coattails, Qi Yan successfully returned to Longmen.

Before parting, Qi Yan specially took a photo with the Rat King.

In the photo, Qi Yan is all smiles, but the Rat King looks like he's being forced to perform, with a stiff, fake smile on his face.

After Qi Yan left satisfied, the Rat King's smile vanished instantly:

"Quickly, drive me to the Governor's Mansion."

The Gray Tail members in the driver's seat quickly started the car and headed straight for the Governor's Mansion.

When the Rat King met Wei Yanwu in Wei Yanwu's office, the latter was being scolded by Wen Yue for taking a puff of cigarette.

The arrival of the Rat King saved Wei Yanwu from dire straits.

"You guys chat."

After greeting the Rat King, Wen Yue took the initiative to leave.

The Rat King sat down and couldn't help but tease, "You knocked Lady Wen Yue unconscious last time, and she still hasn't calmed down?"

"Don't mention it, that time I really angered her." Wei Yanwu rubbed his ears and steered the conversation to the Rat King, "Why did it take you so long to come back from your visit to Rhodes Island?"

The Rat King laughed and said, "There were some twists and turns in the process, but let's not talk about them. I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"When did you pick up this bad habit? Let's agree on that first."

"The good thing is that Talulah is safe now, but Koschei is still inside her and is haunting her."

"...If this is considered good news, then what is the bad news?"

Wei Yanwu suddenly felt a little panicked.

The Rat King slowly said, "Qi Yan has come to Longmen again."

The office suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

After a long pause, Wei Yanwu finally gritted his teeth and said:

Do you know his purpose?

"According to him, he came to attend Requiem Night and to buy two burial plots for himself," the Rat King said with a smile.

Wei Yanwu's face immediately darkened: "You actually believe this kind of nonsense?"

Since entering the public eye, Qi Yan has done everything with a clear purpose, whether it's the Chernobog disaster, the Lungmen defense battle, or even everything in the core city, it's all under his control.

I don't believe someone like him would personally travel a long distance just for a Requiem Night event.

"I don't believe it either."

The Rat King slowly said, "But as you said, if a person like this doesn't actively reveal his purpose, no one can guess his plan in advance."

Wei Yanwu scratched his head in exasperation and asked in a deep voice:

"Now that we're preparing to take some action on Requiem Night, do you think he's after that?"

"So, do you think he will pose a threat to our plans this time?"

Wei Yanwu almost couldn't hold back and splashed the tea in front of him all over the Rat King's face.

“You know nothing, so give me some advice on how to deal with Qi Yan?” Wei Yanwu said through gritted teeth.

"You are the one who controls Lungmen."

The Rat King completely shirked his responsibility.

He would never choose to fight Qi Yan, no matter what. It would be a thankless task that could potentially lead to him being taken advantage of.

Wei Yanwu forced himself to calm down, pondered for a long time, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the culprit who caused chaos among the two rulers of Lungmen, one in the open and one in the shadows, was leisurely strolling through Lungmen city.

Normally, infected individuals would not be able to enter the city of Lungmen.

However, because of the Rat King's influence, the guards didn't dare to check the vehicles, allowing Qi Yan to sneak into Lungmen City once again.

By this time, having traveled from Rhodes Island to Lungmen, the sky had already darkened.

The vibrant nightlife of Longmen city gradually came into Qi Yan's view.

When passing by Pacific Place, Qi Yan stopped to take a look, but unfortunately, his previous achievements had been destroyed by the Longmen construction team. The huge Pacific Place shopping mall showed no trace of damage.

Qi Yan shook his head, walked away into the night, and headed towards the city center.

Not long after, a strikingly black patch appeared in Qi Yan's field of vision.

It was a cemetery.

Compared to the neon-lit city of Lungmen, it appears out of place, dim and quiet.

The cemetery gates were wide open, as the eve of Requiem was approaching. The gates were unguarded, allowing the citizens of Lungmen to freely enter and exit to mourn the deceased.

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to have any effect.

Only a few figures were seen coming and going in front of the cemetery; it didn't become much busier because of Requiem Night.

Qi Yan walked into the cemetery with an open and generous air, wandered around aimlessly for a while, and finally his gaze fell on a spot in the corner of the cemetery.

"This is a good spot, quiet enough, a good place to die."

Chapter 136 The Tomb of Qi Yan

In the dimly lit cemetery, the crisp sound of metal chisels striking each other rang out.

In a corner of the cemetery, a figure wielding a hammer and drill continuously chiseled at the tombstone in front of him, the occasional sparks illuminating the figure's focused face for a fleeting moment.

At the intersection not far from that figure, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit hesitated, his raised foot wavering before finally stepping out gently.

"Young man, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

The middle-aged man approached the figure from behind, his expression a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, peering intently at the tombstone:

"Qi Yan's tomb... was it your friend's?"

The chisel-like sounds stopped.

Qi Yan slowly turned his head, grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "No, it's myself."

The middle-aged man could clearly hear the sound of his saliva being swallowed.

He felt a chill creep up his spine, his scalp tingled, and his hair seemed to stand on end.

Under the middle-aged man's terrified gaze, Qi Yan stepped aside, raised his hand to brush over the inscription on the tombstone, and whispered:

"Perhaps due to the tight schedule, the tombstone was not well carved when it was delivered, so I had to modify it myself. These days, even dying is not a peaceful experience."

Oh, I forgot to tell you, there's another tombstone over there, it's..."

"No, stop talking! That's not mine!"