Chen Ling has never been here.

Except for the time when he was dragged here by Chen Tan and Chen, who were buried in his inherited memory.

But for some reason, when he set foot on the land of the chaotic burial mound, a strange sense of familiarity emerged in his heart...

This sense of familiarity is not one, but two.

He looked at the tombstones buried under the heavy snow in front of him, fragmented memories surged into his mind, as if two completely different memories were converging here.

One belongs to Chen Ling...

The other belongs to Chen Yan.

He navigated through the tombstones by intuition, as if searching for something.

Finally, he stopped in front of a mound without a wooden sign or any markings.

He stared blankly at the mound for a long time, knelt down on the thick snow, the pale snow swaying in his vision.

In a daze, the memories belonging to Chen Yan became clearer...

"Name." "Chen Yan." "Age." "15." "Identification number." "39180." On the cold operating table, Chen Yan answered carefully.

A strong light shone from above, making it impossible for him to open his eyes, only seeing blurry figures moving around the operating table.

"The person matches, no mistake." "Such a young age, getting this disease...

tsk." "When will the surgery start?" "Wait a bit, the heart over there is not in place yet.

If we don't get it, we can't cover it up here." "With the high price of hearts on the black market now, did the parents manage to get the heart we requested?" "Get it? They are just a family of poor ghosts, can't even afford it even if they sell their house." "Then where did the heart come from?" "Hehe...

don't you know?" "What?" "They want to use the heart of their eldest son to save this younger son..." "Really? Is it necessary?" "The couple was diagnosed early on, said they couldn't have children, so they picked up a child from the street to raise, planning to take care of themselves in old age...

but a few years later, unexpectedly, they got pregnant again and gave birth to a son.

The couple who were prepared to accept their fate were overjoyed and immediately treated him as a treasure..." "If it were you, a wild child picked up from the street, and a biological son born with difficulty, which one would you choose?" "Tsk..." Upon hearing this conversation, Chen Yan lying on the operating table suddenly opened his eyes! He struggled to sit up, looking at the two people talking, his pale face full of astonishment and disbelief.

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"You said...

whose heart is it??" "Your brother's." The bone knife in sterile clothing casually blew his nails, "What, didn't your parents tell you?" "Otherwise, with your family's little money, how could you possibly find a suitable heart for you?" "Brother..." Chen Yan stayed on the operating table for a long time, until the two doctors beside him began to push him down, he came to his senses and began to struggle like crazy! "I don't want...

I won't do it! I won't have surgery!!" Chen Yan's voice carried a hint of crying, "I don't want my brother's heart! Let me go! I don't want his heart!!" "The heart is already on its way, whether you want it or not, it's not up to you." "Please, please, tell my parents, tell them I don't want the heart...

I don't want to go back to school, I don't want to go on stage to sing...

I don't want anything, just let my brother go...

please..." "Lie down...

lie down!!" It's unknown where Chen Yan got the strength from, he actually forcibly broke free from the grip of two adults, suddenly flipped off the operating table, and staggered towards the direction of the operating room door! At that moment, the operating room door opened automatically, and a figure walked in, holding a mysterious metal box in his hand.

Chen Yan bumped into him, falling to the ground.

"The heart is in hand," the man said.

"Well, that couple looked like cowards, but surprisingly efficient." Bone Knife took the metal box in surprise, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Chen Yan sat dumbfounded on the ground, the scattered pupils reflecting the shadow of the metal box, his lips and face pale, his body trembling uncontrollably...

"No...

I don't want..." A needle gently pierced his body.

Bone Knife crouched behind Chen Yan, his narrow eyes squinting like a snake or scorpion.

"You don't want it? Hehehe..." As the liquid in the syringe was gradually injected, Chen Yan felt his head getting heavier, his consciousness fading like the ebbing tide...

Just before falling into complete unconsciousness, he vaguely felt someone leaning close to his ear, whispering like a demon: "You didn't really think...

we would transplant the heart to you, did you?" ...

Chen Ling suddenly woke up! The cold wind carried snowflakes swirling in the cemetery, making a mournful sound.

His eyebrows and hair were dyed white by the snowflakes, the piercing cold seeping through his clothes, chilling to the bone...

Yet, he couldn't stop sweating profusely.

[Audience Expectation +5] "A Yan..." He stared blankly at the snow-covered mound beneath him, trembling as he raised his hand and began to dig down.

His palm dug through layers of ice and snow, turning red from the cold, then encountering the frozen, rock-hard soil below.

At this moment, he almost stopped thinking, with only the lonely mound and Chen Yan's struggling face in his mind.

As he dug deeper into the soil, the second memory flooded uncontrollably into his mind...

"...Damn, why is it raining so heavily?" "Be careful, the mountain is all muddy, don't slip." "Why do we have to come here to dump the body, can't we just bury it near Ice Spring Street?" "Fool, burying near the street will be sniffed out by stray dogs sooner or later, once discovered, the enforcers will have to dig him out, and then launch an investigation...

Qian Fan said, this cemetery is full of bodies, dumping here won't be found." "Do we still have to share this deal with Qian Fan's people?" "For Ice Spring Street business, the enforcers have to take a cut of thirty percent...

Otherwise, why would they help us?" "Thirty percent? That's a hefty share...

Have they squeezed all the profits out of this kid?" "Kidneys, liver, corneas, bone marrow, blood...

Bone Knife has taken everything that can be taken, now this kid is just an empty shell...

You didn't see it, when he was on the operating table, this kid was already a mess, how disgusting..." "Too bad we don't know where that couple buried his brother, otherwise, dig him out, and we can harvest more..." Two figures in raincoats, carrying a black cloth bag, struggled through the mountain path in the pouring rain, arriving at the cemetery.

They found an empty space, placed the black cloth bag down, and one of them took out a shovel, skillfully starting to dig the soil...

until the depth was right, they casually threw the black cloth bag in like trash.