Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 163: This Is Not Real

He Juan was certain he had fallen into the depth of Hell.

Everywhere around him was muddy swamp, and climbing out of it were tens if not hundred pairs of bloody arms. They grabbed onto his legs, his arms, his clothes, yanking and pulling him deeper and deeper. And no matter what he did, he could not free himself.

Voices. There were a lot of indistinct voices echoing around his ears. Some were familiar, but most were not. He had never heard them before – or to be exact, he had never heard them during the past seven years since he woke up from the coma. He could tell that the scenes flashing in front of him was his past memory – the one he thought he had lost for a lifetime. However, every time he reached out to hold onto them, they would scatter away like faint dust and he could grab onto nothing but empty air.

Pain. The pain wrecking through his body was numbing. He could not put it into words. It was like someone had cut him open and used their hands to pull out his bones one by one, all the while keeping him awake and fully conscious. His body trembled uncontrollably, his teeth chattered non-stop and he broke out in cold sweat.

Like a wounded and trapped beast, he desperately struggled against the bloody arms that were dragging him down to the abyss. With his eyes red, he let out an enraged roar and destroyed everything in front of him. He could see nothing but ruin and wreckage. He could taste nothing but blood inside his mouth.

He could faintly sense that something was wrong in his current state. He was not – he should not be this... savage. Out of control. Yet he just could not hold himself back. It was as if this destructive nature had always been a part of him, only falling into a dormant state and waiting for the right time to awaken.

And now, the time had finally arrived.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed. He was no longer trapped amid the muddy swamp. Now he was running with all his might. In front of him was a stretch of road with no end in sight but there was a voice inside him, telling him that he could not stop. He must not.

He had to keep running or else... those people would catch up to him!

He Juan was stunned when this notion flashed through his mind.

—Who? Who was he running away from?

He discovered that he could not seem to control his body. He was like an outsider occupying this body and could only see things from his perspective. He thought that he was dreaming at first. But for some inexplicable reason, everything was so... vivid. The tightness on his throat, the loud thudding of his heart, the near breathlessness...

He had no idea how long he had been running when all of a sudden, he was trapped in place. His entire body was immobile as if there was an invisible force binding his limbs. He struggled desperately yet was unable to break through this shackle of nightmare.

It was at that moment that He Juan caught a glimpse of someone appearing at the end of the road.

He Juan froze and his entire person entered a state of great alert. He stared at that person coldly, sizing them up from head to toe as they approached him step by step.

The light came from behind that person, blurring their visage. He Juan squinted his eyes sharply and could barely tell that it was a man. A man with his hair tied in a high ponytail, holding a katana in his hand. As soon as he saw that katana, a burst of rage and loathe surged forth uncontrollably in his chest. It caught him off guard because this emotion was too strong, too consuming to the point where he could feel his sanity slipping away from him. Killing intent permeated his entire being. It was as if his hatred and dislike for this person had been etched on his flesh, bones and soul.

—Who...?

As soon as the man came close, He Juan broke free from the restraints and caught the man by the neck. He gnashed his teeth so hard that his gums bled. ’Kill him!’ his mind and instinct clamored for him to snap the man’s neck off once and for all. ’You have to kill him or else...’

The scene in front of him was somewhat illogical. The distance between them was so close, yet He Juan was still unable to see the man’s face. His features were fuzzy and blurry as if there was a layer of white fog blocking his vision.

He Juan became more and more confused, unhinged, discombobulated. It was as if he had been broken into two. One part of him was still consumed by killing intent, while the other part was hesitating.

’Kill him!’

’No, wait a moment, something is not right...’

’What are you waiting for?!’

The two contrasting voices tore into head, causing him immense headache. He gritted his teeth and did not issue any sound at all. But his arm started to tremble, especially when he sensed a clear droplet of liquid falling onto his skin.

For some inexplicable reason, it was scalding. The burn landed on his skin and seeped into his flesh and bones. His heart started to throb in pain. It seared from his chest to every part of his body, even his fingertips started to tremble. A very faint voice emerged from out of nowhere and told him, ’No... you can’t hurt this person! You must not!’

He could sense something wet sliding down his cheek. Was it... tears? But before he could discern it clearly, the sight in front of him suddenly shifted. The man’s features, which had always been blurry and indistinct, started to become clearer and clearer. As if the camera lens had successfully shifted into focus, the man’s appearance was revealed in front of He Juan without any warning.

And as soon as He Juan saw who it was, his pupils shook and his blood abruptly went cold as if he had plunged into a freezing ice cellar. The bloodlust and killing intent in his eyes drained away, and was replaced with utter disbelief, fear and incredulity.

The man he had almost killed was... Mu Yuze!

No! This... how could it be possible?!

Soul-numbing chills ran down He Juan’s spine. His eyes were blank as he raked his gaze all over the omega’s features. His teary eyes, his flushed cheeks, his bluish lips, the veins that flared out of his neck and... lastly, He Juan’s gaze fell on his own hand that was wrapped around the omega’s fragile neck. As soon as realization dawned on him that he had almost killed the omega he loved with his own hands, He Juan abruptly let go and staggered backward.

"No... No, this is not real..." he shook his head blankly. "It can’t be real..."

He could feel the world around him starting to shake and tremble, or perhaps it was just him. He stared at his own hand in disbelief, unable to wrap his hand around the fact that this was the same hand that had caused harm to the person he cherished the most. His frame shook violently as his eyes were wild in utter fear and terror.

’Mu Yuze’ in front of him suddenly made a move. Taking advantage of He Juan’s momentary lapse of attention, he drew out his katana and slashed it across He Juan’s body!

He Juan could hear himself screaming in pain. The sharp blade tore into his flesh, almost ripping him into two. Belatedly, he discovered that the pain did not actually come from the wound but... his head. It was as if the ones the katana had cut were his brain nerves, causing them to shrivel and tremble in extreme pain.

But ’Mu Yuze’ was still moving toward him with determination. He Juan tried to keep him away to no avail. The voices inside his head were getting louder and louder, one of them was telling him to kill the man, while the other was crying for him to stop. He Juan felt like the excruciating agony was splitting his head into two, and in the end, what he gritted out was, "Kill me... just kill me...!"

Just when he thought that he was going to die by ’Mu Yuze’s’ hands, he was suddenly wrapped in a familiar embrace. It was soft, firm yet unrelenting. The soothing scent of lavender and peppermint pervaded his senses.

Under this comforting lull, he could hear a voice whispering into his ear. It pushed back the loud noises inside his mind until all he could hear was that enchanting voice, telling him ’everything will be okay’ and ’I love you’...

The world around him suddenly came to an abrupt halt. His eyes flew wide in shock. The first thought that popped up in his mind was – this was just another hallucination. It was not real. But much to his surprise, the scenery in front of him slowly receded away. Everything gradually vanished, the unending road, the void, so did the ground beneath his feet. He was falling and falling and the next second...

He Juan gave a jolt and his pupils shook as they came into focus!

He drew in a sharp gasp and let oxygen fill his lungs as if he was taking a breath of fresh air after the prolonged time of inhaling poisonous mist. For a while, his mind was completely disoriented. He could not recall where he was and what he was doing before. He could hardly remember his own name. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Lingering on his nose was the alluring scent of lavender and peppermint. He followed his instinct to chase after the scent. As his whole body was still paralyzed, he could only tilt his head awkwardly toward the source of this intoxicating scent. Too focused on the scent, he did not even take notice of the muzzle on his face. It was absolutely magical... heavenly. It chased all of his pain and discomfort away.

"—decreasing!" a fuzzy voice rang out from a distance. "The pheromones level has decreased...!"