I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 229 - 227: Repair

Chapter 229: Chapter 227: Repair

Wei Tianyang had already felt the cracks in trust forming between him and President Fogen’s Office.

But he didn’t waste words, and said bluntly, "If you think it’s risky to talk to third-phase patients, I won’t contact them anymore, which also means I temporarily don’t need the glasses."

Without the glasses, they couldn’t monitor through the camera what he was seeing in real time.

The moment he took off the glasses, President Fogen was somewhat annoyed and said, "You’re overstepping your bounds like this, it could make things spiral out of control!"

"I’m trying to control all of this! Don’t force me to destroy this city," Wei Tianyang said.

He slid the glasses into his side pocket, then used his phone’s map to locate the six largest hospitals in Lusimin City, starting from the most conspicuous places.

Although every resident of the city could be in two realities, this didn’t mean objective reality was useless; at the very least, it could help Wei Tianyang save time.

He first went to the nearest city hospital, where the lobby was desolate, and the iron doors were tightly locked. Looking at the hospital buildings from the outside, all the windows were pitch black, suggesting the hospital had been abandoned since the lockdown.

He spent some time searching the hospital for the morgue, expecting to find no one, yet in the corridors, he encountered many vagrants who had taken over as their camp. They used the dim light of small candles and piled their scavenged airdrop supplies in the deepest part of the rooms.

Seeing Wei Tianyang fully armed, they neither dared to attack nor wished to retreat, but fortunately, they didn’t block the way.

Wei Tianyang didn’t bother asking for directions. He wandered around the hospital a little longer and found his target on the second basement level of the inpatient building.

The power was out, and the heavy iron door was closed. This place, situated underground—dark as the cosmos—held the morgue behind the iron door, a place not even the vagrants ventured.

Wei Tianyang clenched his right fist, feeling for a moment as if he was back in the basement morgue of the Zero Nine One Reception Station at Tiantai Pharmaceutical. His pupils flashed red in the darkness, as waves of memories flooded over him.

Bang!

A loud noise as the iron door was blasted away, then disappeared into the darkness without the clang of impact on the ground.

On the right side of the corridor was a wall, on the left a wide door leading to the morgue. Wei Tianyang walked in, and with his night vision, everything in here was shades of gray, with drifts floating in the air and a faint odor of antiseptic.

He entered the morgue. The gurneys were empty, and several doors of the refrigeration units were open. Not just because of the breeze created by Wei Tianyang’s arrival, or for some other reason, those doors rattled slightly, adding a touch of horror to the silent underground.

There was nothing here. Probably the bodies had been disposed of at the beginning of the lockdown, no reason to leave them till now.

But what was strange was that there were no corpses to be seen.

Perhaps they had died too long ago, or without regrets, devoid of intense attachment and thus completely dissipated.

Wei Tianyang wasn’t disappointed; after all, he hadn’t expected to hit the jackpot on his first search.

Ironically, it was only now that he remembered he had night-vision goggles in his bag, but they were uncomfortable to wear and provided a narrow field of view, inferior to his own eyes.

Finding nothing of interest here, he turned to leave. However, as he turned around, he thought he glimpsed something at the door...

What was it?

It wasn’t clear. Before Wei Tianyang’s brain could react, his body moved first. His left foot propelled him with force, and he shot to the side of the door like a bullet, his right hand already transforming into a two-meter-long Bone Knife.

That one second seemed almost as long as a minute to him. He remembered every movement clearly, but couldn’t articulate what he had glimpsed in the corner of his eye.

It was as if a shadow flickered past the door, but in this underground corridor, there was nothing else, no one but him in the darkness.

A vagrant? Impossible, they could not move faster than him.

Wei Tianyang shouted into the darkness, "I’m giving you a chance to stand before me. Otherwise, when I find you, you’re dead."

He couldn’t hear his own voice, as the earpiece filtered out sounds, but according to what his eyes saw, there was still nothing there.

Wei Tianyang looked around, feeling a wave of irritation. In frustration, he used the Bone Knife to destroy the compartments in the morgue, causing a disturbance that brought temporary liveliness to the silent underground.

Yet such actions did not make that thing appear again.

Wei Tianyang began to doubt whether he had experienced an illusion.

Perhaps, after staying too long in dark, enclosed spaces, the psychological pressure would cause one’s brain to involuntarily imagine all sorts of odd things.

Wei Tianyang calmed himself down, blaming the scare on his own mind, and started walking toward the ground.

However, after only a few steps down the corridor, he saw the heavy iron door in front of the morgue...

The very door that he had annihilated was back in his field of vision.

He raised the ICR rifle in his left hand, thumbed the safety to full auto, and turned around to unleash a barrage of bullets.

The casings clinked and clattered to the ground, and the silenced gunshots sounded like a series of dull farts, pop pop pop, shattering the concrete wall. His view clouded with a haze of white dust.

Three seconds later, all 35 bullets were spent. He grabbed a new magazine from his chest rig. With his thumb, he hit the button on the side of the gun, tactically reloading and sliding the used magazine into the recycling pouch on the side.

He pulled the bolt back, and the pleasing sound of loading echoed in the corridor. Leaning against the wall, Wei Tianyang held the foregrip with his right hand, pressing the stock against his left shoulder, intently watching the wide entrance to the morgue.

Still nothing.

He took two or three steps to the door, glanced inside, and entered sideways. He checked the entire room orderly: left, right, left, but still found nothing.

Yet he still felt something was amiss here; a door destroyed by annihilation couldn’t just reappear.

Wei Tianyang’s eyes showed a fierce spirit as he walked out of the morgue and up to the iron door, clenched his right fist, and struck again to blast the door away.

The iron door vanished under his watch, not even a trace was left.

Then, he didn’t leave, but instead waited quietly.

About 30 seconds passed.

In the blink of an eye, the iron door appeared again in the doorway.

Realizing something, Wei Tianyang returned to the morgue once more. The bullet holes were not on the wall, and the compartments he had torn apart in a rage were intact...

But on the ground, the casings were definitely present.

Wei Tianyang crouched down, picked up a casing from the ground. It still retained warmth, and he realized that some force here was repairing the damage he had caused.