If Yukio's father had an accident, then there is no time to waste, and we must hurry over to help.
We went to the garage.
The villa and the garage are connected, so you can go to the garage without first leaving the villa. You just need to go through the door that connects the villa and the garage.
Walked out of the living room, came to another entrance of the villa, opened the door, and entered the garage next door.
The garage was pitch black, with not a single thing visible, but there were strange rumblings and movements.
This movement has a certain rhythm, and it sounds quite crisp.
"What's that sound?" Aoba asked quietly.
Yukio, who was very familiar with the garage, quickly found the lighting switch next to the door.
The fluorescent light above the garage suddenly lit up, and the interior became as bright as daylight.
In the not-too-distant distance in front of us, a sedan was parked quietly in the center of the garage, and a well-dressed man stood by the front of the car, with his side facing us.
"Dad? " Yukio spoke up, "What are you doing here?"
She walked over while speaking.
I stood directly in front of the two people, and just as Yukio was about to pass me, I immediately reached out my hand to stop her.
"What are you doing?" Yukio seemed a bit dissatisfied.
"Hold on, something's not right," I warned her.
"What's wrong?" Yukio asked with concern.
I neither saw her nor answered her questions, but silently watched the man.
The man held a magazine in his left hand and a handful of bullets in his right hand, loading them into the magazine in a calm and orderly manner. As he pressed each bullet into the magazine, a rhythmic clicking sound was produced. The noise we heard when we entered the garage was the sound of him loading the magazine.
"Mr. Sanrin?"Aoba stood to my right rear and called out tentatively.
Yukio's surname is Miura, so Yukio's father should also have the surname Miura.
Mr. Miura did not respond to Aoba's call, but simply loaded the magazine with bullets without saying a word.
He had already loaded many magazines with bullets, right in front of him, on the hood of the car, there were many loaded magazines, and a handgun with the magazine removed was placed on the side. He was focused on loading the bullets, as if he didn't care that we were here.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Yukio was clearly thinking of something bad and was very uneasy."
Mr. San loaded the last bullet into the magazine.
He then picked up the gun.
The magazine was loaded into the gun.
"Mr. San Lun, you......" I was ready for the fight.
Mr. San turned around, facing us. His eyes were bright red like blood, containing no emotions, and he looked at all of us, including his own daughter, as if we were livestock.
Yukio instinctively covered his mouth and took a deep breath.
Mr. San Lun raised his gun and aimed it at us.
I immediately realized that his gun was not aimed at me, but at one of the two people standing next to me. If he had aimed at me, I would have had a very dangerous premonition.
"Old......" Yukio was about to say something to Mr. Sanroun.
There's no time to talk now. I shout, "Get out of the way!"
While yelling, I raised both arms and pushed Aoba and Yukio, who were standing beside me, to the ground with all my might. Immediately after, a gunshot suddenly rang out, and the bullet passed through the spot where Yukio had been, striking the lighting switch next to the garage door, scattering concrete and switch fragments in all directions.
The lighting switch has been damaged, and the internal wiring has also been severed. Exposed wires on the outside are faintly glowing with electrical current.
Yukio pushed himself up, turned back to look at the damaged switch, and his expression changed dramatically.
Just now, if I hadn't pushed her away, perhaps she would have been killed by her own biological father. This cruel fact made her look utterly unbelievable about it.
Aoba on the other side also hurriedly stood up.
"Aoba, take Yukio and leave. I'll deal with him."
"Hmm!" Aoba immediately ran towards Yukio.
Mr. Sam slightly adjusted the angle of the gun barrel and aimed at Yukio, who had not yet had time to stand up.
I also dealt with an opponent with a gun, just now I was too nervous and didn't react in time; but after he fired the bullets, I realized that I didn't have to push the two people next to me, I could have just used telekinesis to lift his right wrist holding the gun upwards. It was such a simple technique, but I didn't think of it in time because of my natural fear of handguns.
In the moment before he fired his second shot, I exerted my psychic powers and released them towards him in the distance.
His right wrist immediately rose up uncontrollably.
The bullets fired hit the wall above the garage door, and the stone powder scattered and fell down.
I accelerated my movement with psychic force and charged towards Mr. Sanlin.
"Don't kill him!"
I certainly won't kill him - whether it was dealing with the mother of Ninghai in this world before, or dealing with the students suffering from Red Eye, I never killed anyone, I only made them faint. Although I am a superhuman, I am also a law-abiding normal person, and naturally I am not adept at killing; moreover, Mr. Sanmian is Yukio's father, and not some unimportant other person, so I definitely can't kill him.
Even without superpowers, I'm just an ordinary person who can be seen anywhere, and not a character with a heart of stone.
Soon, I found myself in front of Mr. Sanlu. It was so fast that I could hardly react, feeling like I blinked and suddenly I was there.
Mr. San looked rather slow in his reaction, only managing to roll his eyes and look at me with his bright red eyes.
I immediately swung my left hand, knocking the handgun out of his grip; at the same time, I raised my right hand, gripped his neck, and applied pressure to his carotid artery.
Mr. Sanlin struggled, but all his small movements were suppressed by my telekinetic force.
In a little while, he fainted just like all the people I had knocked out before.
I looked back at Yukio, who came running towards me.
Okay, she just said "don't kill him" right? Thinking carefully, that should not have been said to me, but to Mr. Sanroku. I'm also too self-centered.
Once the superpower is used, it becomes impossible to ignore the surrounding environment.
Yukio embraced the slumped Mr. Sanma.
"Don't worry, he's okay, he just fainted."I explained briefly.
This technique of compressing the carotid artery is something I have specially trained in, and it is particularly useful. In the past, when getting into fights, it was thanks to this move that many troublesome violent disputes became very simple to resolve. However, if not used properly, there may be side effects, so the measure must be taken carefully.
Yukio opened Mr. Sanroku's eyelids and examined his eyes.
I took a glance, and his eyes were still a vivid red.
Yukio's expression became gloomy.
Aoba came over, looked at Yukio and the unconscious rickshaw man, and fell silent, empathizing with the situation. After more than ten seconds of silence, she seemed to have woven together comforting words and spoke up: "Yukio..."
"I know." Yukio interrupted Aoba's words, "I know, I won't be overwhelmed..."
She stood up and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"I'll go get the rope."
Yukio then walked towards the corner of the garage, her silhouette appearing both frail and strong.
Although her loved ones were also infected with Red Eye and even attempted to take their own lives, and even the city she had always lived in had become a mess, she still managed to show her exceptional side and regain her spirit.
Yukio soon returned with the rope.
"Should we bind him up?" I said, "Then let's bring him inside first, that way it will be easier to keep an eye on him."
"Yes, please do it." Yukio said calmly.
We returned to the villa's living room.
"Let's go to the third floor, there are empty rooms there." Yukio walked in front of me, looking back, "Can you carry it up?"
"Leave it to me."
With my own strength and mental focus, I can easily carry another person.
We soon entered an empty room on the third floor.
This should be used as a temporary bedroom for guests, and it has been cleaned very neatly inside.
I placed Mr. Three Wheels on the white bedding.
Yukio came up holding a rope and began to tie him up.
After it ended, we exited the room. Yukio took out a key and locked the vacant room from the outside. This was the first time I had seen a door lock design that could be locked from the outside.
We returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and a moment of silence ensued.
After what happened, I don't know how to have a conversation. Console her? Although Yukio doesn't seem to need consolation, her inner self must be close to its limits. For a moment, a thought of taking advantage of the situation to gain Yukio's trust crossed my mind. This opportunistic idea is truly despicable. It was different from the time with Aoba, the degree is completely different. I also have a sense of shame, if someone did this in front of me, I would definitely give them a contemptuous look.
"My father is involved in the underworld." Yukio suddenly spoke up.
I and Aoba both focused our attention.
"From a young age, my only family member was my father." Yukio continued, "My mother left my father because she hated the underworld."She looked away.
We followed her gaze and looked over. She was looking at a cabinet in the distance, on which there was a plush rabbit doll, and there was also something else placed beside it.
I saw a photo frame. My vision is still good, so I can see that the photo inside is of an image of the slightly younger Mr. Sanroku standing next to a five-year-old girl who has fallen to the ground, set against the backdrop of a sunlit grassy field.
The fallen toddler should be Yukio from the tricycle, she was in pain with a crying expression; and the nearby tricycle man seemed not to have expected this scene to be photographed, and showed a surprised expression towards the camera.
"My father rarely comes home, and sometimes he even gets injured, I......"
For the next several minutes, Yukio continued talking about his own matters. Aoba occasionally interjected a few words, while I, who was relatively not very good at communication, could only play the role of the listener.
After saying that, she paused for a moment and gave us a smile.
"I'm sorry for telling you so much about my own affairs. It must have been very boring."
"That's not true!" Aoba quickly said.
Yukio smiled a little, then stood up and said, "I'll go prepare lunch, you wait here for a bit."
"I'll go help!" Aoba couldn't sit still.
"Let me help out a bit too." I also stood up from the sofa.
The sky turns dark, and then the deep night arrives.
I and Aoba were assigned to the bedroom on the second floor, on the left and right sides of Yukio's bedroom, and the vacant room of Mr. Sanroku was upstairs.
As I try to fall asleep, I can hear the struggling sounds from the floor above, the movement of patients outside, and the occasional cries from the distance, making it difficult to rest. Apart from these sounds, I can faintly make out the small movements coming from Yukio's room next door. Though very subtle, I am almost certain that it is the sound of a bullet being loaded into a magazine.
Click, click, click
It sounds rhythmic, like the motion of a clock's second hand.
One hour, two hours, three hours... The sound of reloading continued to ring out, occasionally interspersed with the sound of ejecting spent casings. Reloading, ejecting, over and over, without a moment's rest the entire night. The melody was so monotonous, yet it filled the bedroom with a chaotic emotion, as if something ominous was brewing.
I gradually fell asleep.
The next day, morning.
I and Aoba are sitting in the living room on the first floor.
Yukio finally came out of the bedroom and entered the living room.
Aoba proactively approached him, but found that Yukio's complexion was poor, and couldn't help but ask: "Yukio, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?" "Mm, I didn't sleep." Yukio smiled weakly, her eyes were bloodshot, and there were traces of dark circles under her eyes.
Let's go.
"Leave here?" Aoba asked in confusion, "Where to?"
"Go to the research institute set up by the municipal government," Yukio said slowly. "There may be a trial-stage Red Eye special medication there, and I want to find it." "What if you can't find it?" I asked.
"Let's just leave Beaver City directly." Yukio immediately replied.
