SGT CH131: Extra

131 if Extra: If Mu Si was the one turned into a zombie

◎ No, without him, Mu Si would live better ◎

Mu Si was just an ordinary person, without any abilities; how could he speak in his mind?

And why did Mu Si want to take the blame upon himself?

A conjecture emerged in his mind, and X’s face suddenly became terrifying.

“Are you being controlled by that psychic type?”

X nervously pulled Mu Si into his arms, activating his psychic ability to check his condition.

“No, I’m not.”

Mu Si denied immediately.

But X obviously didn’t believe it.

Slightly cool psychic energy continuously poured into his mind, protecting him layer by layer while searching for any suspicious content in his brain domain.

Mu Si frowned slightly.

He wasn’t used to this feeling of his brain being invaded.

It was as if everything about him was laid bare before the other party, with no privacy existing.

Even if the other party was X, using the ability he was most familiar with, it still made him feel uncomfortable.

No one could reveal their entire self to another person without any qualms.

Especially since Mu Si was hiding secrets.

A trace of unease rose in Mu Si’s heart.

He seemed to have been pit by this psychic ability.

“Don’t…”

Mu Si grabbed the clothes on X’s chest, wanting him to withdraw.

X discovered Mu Si’s discomfort.

Mu Si’s importance in his heart was greater than anything else.

Of course, he couldn’t continue searching for that unknown deep-hidden psychic coordinate despite Mu Si’s discomfort.

Just as he was about to withdraw, his psychic ability captured a memory image.

The scene in the memory image attracted X’s attention, causing his thoughts to pause.

It was a scene from the graduation party.

Surrounded by many students full of youthful vigor, laughing and joking constantly.

But their faces were extremely blurred, all alike.

X wasn’t surprised.

This was Mu Si’s memory, the world in Mu Si’s eyes.

Mu Si had always been a bit face-blind; he knew this.

During the period just after entering the human base, X almost guarded Mu Si all day long, following him every step of the way.

Just afraid Mu Si would mistake someone else for him and be deceived away.

Fortunately, Mu Si didn’t like going out and had very little communication with everyone in the base, so the situation he worried about didn’t occur.

X suddenly became a little curious: what did he look like in Mu Si’s eyes? Was he also a blurred face?

Or maybe worse.

After all, Mu Si’s confession back then was just making fun of him.

And he deliberately took it seriously, forcefully squeezing into Mu Si’s life; Mu Si must be utterly sick of him.

However, when he looked at himself through Mu Si’s perspective, X was stunned.

Everyone around was blurred as if the lens was out of focus, but he was incomparably clear.

Under the illumination of the ambient light overhead, even his eyelashes were clearly distinct one by one.

Even the old shirt, washed white and extremely shabby, was shrouded in a layer of blue ambient filter, like rippling water light in an undersea tunnel.

Quiet, peaceful, mysterious, and extremely attractive.

Making one want to approach.

“…”

This feeling was too strange.

X didn’t have such delicate thoughts.

He shouldn’t notice his own eyelashes, let alone pay attention to the lighting on his body, let alone feel that he was attractive.

At most, he would find his facial clarity far higher than others.

X suddenly realized that what he saw now was how Mu Si saw him, and what he felt was what Mu Si felt back then.

Mu Si felt… he was very special, very attractive, and wanted to approach him.

Shocked by this realization, X completely forgot to react.

And amidst the jeering of surrounding students, Mu Si turned over a card, then walked towards him.

The content on the card was completely within X’s expectation.

What surprised him was Mu Si’s apprehensive yet joyful heart at this moment.

He even felt the beating of Mu Si’s heart.

The closer to him, the faster it beat.

When their gazes met, it reached a peak.

“I like you, let’s date.”

In his memory, Mu Si said this sentence in a joking and teasing tone, casually and insincerely.

But through Mu Si’s memory, Mu Si’s feelings.

He sensed the expectation and apprehension hidden under Mu Si’s casual disguise.

It was like using jokes and disguise to speak out the deeply hidden expectation in his heart.

X hadn’t recovered from the feeling yet.

New memories were detected by his poorly constrained psychic ability.

New scenes covered everything around.

X recognized this was Mu Si’s villa.

But not just the villa, also many surrounding scenes.

This scene was very strange; clearly Mu Si’s memory, yet completely from a God’s perspective.

Like a camera suspended high in the sky filming.

No, even camera equipment couldn’t capture people and zombies in other houses.

Instead, it looked somewhat like when he used his psychic ability for detection.

X was puzzled.

Night fell, and he saw his own appearance.

With strong surprise and disbelief, Mu Si flew downstairs and came before him.

The moment he looked up at him outside the door, many complex emotions surged in Mu Si’s heart.

When Mu Si embraced him, all emotions merged together, forming “love.”

X never thought Mu Si would love him.

This embrace made Mu Si touch his injured arm, and Mu Si discovered his injury.

Even through clothes, Mu Si “saw” his wound in his vision.

And quickly judged it was a zombie scratch.

In an instant, all emotions faded, leaving only panic and worry like falling into an ice cave.

X once thought Mu Si’s sudden change of expression and pallor back then was scared by his wound.

Now Mu Si’s memory told him it wasn’t so.

Mu Si knew he was injured by a zombie, even knew the consequences of being scratched by a zombie.

But Mu Si still pulled him into the house.

Clearly scared to death, he still let him sit on the sofa, found the medicine kit, and cleaned his wound.

Even the fear in his heart wasn’t fear of him hurting him after losing reason, but fear of him turning into a zombie, fear of him dying.

Afterward, he decided to clear the zombies gathered outside the villa.

Mu Si went with him.

Mu Si walked on him; invisible threads extended from Mu Si, bypassed him, poured into the zombies’ bodies, binding them layer by layer, making their movements slow as if they were stiff wooden stakes.

X confirmed completely.

It was psychic ability.

Mu Si possessed a psychic ability!

But, Mu Si’s performance over these years was clearly just an ordinary person without ability.

If Mu Si really possessed a psychic ability, and could use the ability so freely just at the beginning of the apocalypse.

How could Mu Si depend on him?

Inexplicably, strong panic rose in X’s heart.

The night grew deeper.

Through Mu Si’s perspective, X saw himself develop a high fever and fall unconscious.

Mu Si sat by the bed guarding him for a long time.

Finally, brought a knife from the kitchen.

When Mu Si stood by his bed holding the knife, the reluctant yet determined emotion was transmitted to him through Mu Si’s perception.

X actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Si intended to kill him.

Good, good.

Staying in the same room with someone infected by the zombie virus and gradually mutating was simply too dangerous; Mu Si should have made up his mind to act sooner.

But… he didn’t die.

X suddenly froze.

He didn’t die, and lived until now.

Did Mu Si’s heart soften in the end? Or did he successfully awaken and stop the mutation before Mu Si acted?

Just as X was wondering, he saw Mu Si pick up the knife and cut his own wrist.

X’s eyes were about to split open; he pounced wanting to stop it.

But he was just a wisp of consciousness, a wisp of consciousness observing Mu Si’s past memories.

He could do nothing.

X thought of the scar on Mu Si’s left wrist.

All this had already happened…

Blood, dazzlingly red, flowed over the fair skin, running down the wrist.

A transparent crystal nucleus was exposed from the wound.

X suddenly realized something.

“No, no!”

X panicked wanting to hold down Mu Si’s hand, but could only watch helplessly as Mu Si took out the crystal nucleus and put it into the already blackened wound on his chest.

The entire memory world shook violently.

This represented Mu Si’s mental instability.

He saw Mu Si swaying, almost falling to the ground.

Also saw himself on the bed gradually looking better, the blackness at the chest wound fading.

The memory image went completely black amidst violent shaking and chaotic trance.

…

“X? X!”

Mu Si raised his hand and waved it in front of X’s eyes, alternating hands.

Starting from just now, X suddenly stopped moving, his eyes unfocused, as if lost in thought.

If not for the intuition that there were no psychic types in the world anymore, Mu Si would really suspect he was attacked by some hidden psychic type.

X abruptly came back to his senses and suddenly grasped Mu Si’s hand.

His finger pad touched the scar on Mu Si’s wrist.

Mu Si struggled subconsciously.

His struggle wasn’t big, but X reacted violently, withdrawing his hand and retreating, as if touching something terrifying.

Doubts arose in Mu Si’s heart.

Looking up at X in puzzlement.

Only to see X staring blankly at his hand, his lip color terribly pale, his body trembling slightly, but his eyes very red.

“What’s wrong with you? Did something happen?”

Mu Si looked worried.

X raised his hand wanting to hug him, but stopped just before touching his shoulder, fingertips curled trembling, silently withdrawing his hand.

“The psychic crystal nucleus in my body, my psychic ability… is yours.”

This was a statement.

Not a question.

Mu Si was silent for a moment.

Long ago, he had also fantasized that X would one day discover the truth, and then treat him better and love him more amidst guilt and touched feelings.

After a long time, he never thought about it again.

When X suddenly mentioned it, Mu Si realized that he actually didn’t want to see X guilty.

“It used to be mine; I gave it to someone who needed it more.”

Mu Si raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at him.

“I don’t regret my choice; it exchanged you back for me. If I had to do it again, I would still do that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have done that.”

X’s eyes were filled with grief, unable to continue speaking.

If Mu Si had an ability, he wouldn’t need to depend on anyone.

If Mu Si had an ability, he wouldn’t have been injured by that zombie…

Even if this would cost X his life, X didn’t feel there was anything bad about it.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, Mu Si was adept at using psychic ability.

Even without him, Mu Si could live very well.

No.

Without him, Mu Si would live better.

It was he who deprived Mu Si of his possibilities.

It was he who plundered Mu Si’s future that should have been brilliant.