Chapter 22: The Call That Led to Danger

After feeding her, Mole yawned.

“So tired.”

He glanced at Su Yutao, curled up on the sofa, and flopped down on the other end.

“I’m going to sleep. Don’t you run off.”

Su Yutao nodded.

Run off?

‘Can she even see?’

‘Where could she possibly go?’

‘Is he giving her too much credit?’

Mole seemed to realize how stupid that sounded. He muttered:

“Right. A little blind girl like you, where would you go?”

Then he went quiet.

Soon, his breathing evened out—he was asleep.

Su Yutao stayed curled in the corner of the sofa, motionless.

The room fell silent.

Only Mole’s soft snoring and the occasional car sound from outside broke the quiet.

Su Yutao kept her eyes closed—though they were always closed—her mind a jumble.

‘That woman will be back in a few days.’

‘The one who threatened her, squeezed her, said she’d cut out her tongue.’

‘She’ll be back in a few days.’

‘What should I do?’

‘Just stay here like this?’

‘Keep being scared to death every night?’

‘Keep—’

Suddenly, she heard something.

Very faint.

Very far away.

Like a sound calling out.

Not a human voice.

It was more like… a feeling?

Su Yutao pricked up her ears.

The sound came in fragments, as if from outside.

It was a bit like the sound that almost made her climb out the window last time.

But also a bit different.

Su Yutao’s heart raced.

Last time, that sound almost made her jump off the balcony.

This time—

‘What if it’s the system?’

‘What if it’s here to help her?’

‘What if this is the golden finger she’s been waiting for?’

Su Yutao gritted her teeth.

Go.

Had to go see.

She slowly slipped off the sofa.

Her feet touched the floor. Cold.

She felt along the wall, groping her way out.

That sound seemed a bit clearer.

It came from the direction of the front door.

She found the doorknob.

Pressed down.

The door opened.

Outside was the corridor.

Cool air rushed in.

The sound was closer now.

It came from the other end of the corridor.

Su Yutao supported herself against the wall, creeping forward step by step.

The corridor floor was colder than inside the room.

Step by step, she groped along the wall.

She found a door.

Pushed it open.

The sound was right ahead.

Very clear.

Like something was calling her.

Su Yutao reached out her hand, groping forward—

Empty.

She stepped forward—

Stepped into nothing.

Her whole body pitched forward.

Tumbling, bumping.

Pain.

Her shoulder slammed into something hard.

Her knee hit the edge of a step.

Her head smacked against the wall.

She rolled all the way down.

Rolling endlessly.

No idea how many steps.

Finally, she stopped.

Su Yutao lay on the ground, her whole body aching.

Arm hurt, leg hurt, back hurt, head hurt.

But she couldn’t care about that.

The sound was still there.

Right ahead.

Very close.

She pushed herself up and crawled forward bit by bit.

Her hand touched the ground—cold, damp, slimy.

‘What was that?’

She didn’t know.

She kept crawling.

The sound grew closer.

Clearer.

Then she caught a smell.

A foul stench.

Like kitchen slop, like sour leftovers, like something rotting.

Su Yutao wanted to vomit.

The sound told her—it was inside this.

She reached out, groping forward.

She touched something—cold, smooth, like a plastic bucket? A trash can?

The sound was inside.

She plunged her hand in.

Sticky.

Disgusting.

She wanted to pull back.

But the sound urged her on.

Reach further.

She touched something—furry.

Soft.

Like some kind of plush toy.

She grabbed the furry thing and pulled it out.

It came out.

Su Yutao hugged it to her chest, feeling it.

Furry, round, shaped like a penguin?

Sticky.

Stinky.

Disgusting.

Her instinct was to throw it away.

But just as she was about to let go—

A feeling surged through her.

‘This thing is important.’

‘Can’t drop it.’

‘Absolutely can’t drop it.’

Su Yutao froze.

‘Why?’

She didn’t know.

But she just knew—she couldn’t let go.

She hugged the dirty, sticky, stinky penguin plushie tight in her arms.

Then she realized a problem.

‘Where the hell am I?’

‘How do I get back?’

She had fallen down the stairs, and now she was—

No idea.

She knew nothing.

Su Yutao hugged the plushie, huddled in a corner, trembling all over.

Just then, she heard another sound.

Not the one that had called her.

It was the sound of sniffing.

Very soft.

Someone smelling something.

Su Yutao’s body tensed.

The sniffing came closer.

Then a low growl.

“Grrr… Woof!”

A dog.

It was a dog.

Su Yutao went cold all over.

She couldn’t see.

She couldn’t run.

She could only hug the plushie desperately, curling into a ball.

She could only pray the dog wasn’t after her.

But the growling drew nearer.

Then—

A hot, rancid breath sprayed onto her face.

The dog was in front of her.

Su Yutao didn’t dare move.

But the dog’s target wasn’t her.

It was the plushie in her arms.

It bit one corner and pulled.

Su Yutao clung on, refusing to let go.

A tug-of-war.

The dog pulled harder.

Threatening growls rumbled in its throat.

Su Yutao was yanked forward, but she still wouldn’t let go.

The plushie stretched out of shape.

(The plushie said, I’m about to split.)

Su Yutao heard the sound of fabric tearing.

She panicked.

With all her strength, she yanked the plushie back.

The dog was enraged.

It released the plushie, opened its mouth—

And bit down on her arm.

Pain.

A piercing pain.

Su Yutao opened her mouth but no sound came out. She could only struggle backward.

But the dog held on, its teeth sinking into her flesh, pulling.

Warm liquid flowed down.

Blood.

Su Yutao shook with pain, but her other hand still gripped the plushie, not letting go.

The dog grew fiercer, dragging her arm outward.

Just then, a voice came from the top of the stairs, boiling with fury:

“Su Yutao—! What the f*ck! Where did you go?!”

It was Mole.

Footsteps thundered down the stairs, urgent and heavy.

The beam of a flashlight swung wildly—Su Yutao could sense the light shifting.

Then he saw it.

The dog had Su Yutao’s arm in its mouth, dragging her.

Su Yutao was covered in blood, clutching a dirty, ragged plushie, curled into a ball.

A thought flashed through Mole’s mind—

‘When Sister Lin comes back and sees I didn’t watch her properly, that she got bitten like this—’

‘How will I die?’

‘Will they dislocate my arm or my leg?’

‘Or just kill me outright?’

That thought only lasted half a second.

Then a furious roar:

“f*ck!”

He charged forward and kicked the dog in the head.

“Bam!”

The dog yelped, releasing Su Yutao’s arm.

A second kick.

“Bam!”

The yelp turned into a howl.

A third kick.

“Bam!”

The howl cut off.

A fourth kick.

Fifth.

Sixth.

Mole didn’t stop.

Kick after kick, landing on the dog’s body.

The sound of breaking bones was clear.

He kicked until the dog lay motionless, a bloody mess.

Kicked until he himself was panting, still turning over that thought in his mind—

‘f*ck.’

‘When Sister Lin comes back and sees these injuries, how do I explain?’

‘Say I wasn’t watching?’

‘Say a dog bit her?’

He kicked even harder.

Finally, he stopped.

The stench of blood was thick and pungent.

Mole panted heavily, looking down at Su Yutao huddled in the corner.

She hugged the dirty, ragged plushie, trembling all over, her arm a bloody mess with deep teeth marks visible.

Mole’s scalp tingled.

‘How the hell do I explain this to Sister Lin?’

He crouched down and reached for her arm.

Su Yutao flinched, a whimper escaping her throat.

Mole paused.

“Don’t move. Let me see.”

He pulled her arm over and shone the flashlight on it.

The wound was deep.

Still bleeding.

Mole’s face went pale.

Not from fear.

From imagining what would happen when Sister Lin returned.

He took a deep breath, hoisted Su Yutao up.

“Let’s go back and treat the wound.”

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