Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Chapter 248 Tinnitus

As dawn broke, Han Che, sporting dark circles under his eyes, slowly walked towards the office.

His steps were slow, each step feeling like he was walking on cotton, his feet feeling soft and weak.

His eyelids felt heavy, but he dared not close them, afraid that he would fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes, since he still had things to do.

Last night, he walked around the entire prison all by himself.

He searched for a long time, carefully looking at every place and checking every corner, but still couldn't find any trace of Dayong.

Han Che opened the system and looked at the notification that the machine gunner had been killed, feeling dizzy.

Next to the prompt was a countdown timer, with red numbers ticking away second by second. The numbers were getting smaller and smaller, and Dayong's time to revive was running out.

Han Che felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his heart, as if he were being pricked by needles.

He hadn't slept a wink since yesterday morning. He hadn't rested well to begin with, and then he had a nightmare, waking up covered in sweat.

Then, as a player, I entered the prison and haven't slept a wink since. Now, it seems like this string is really about to snap.

Shi Ding just came out of the dormitory. He hadn't slept all night and had been thinking a lot. He didn't look too good, but he seemed to have regained some energy compared to yesterday.

He bumped into Han Che, who was looking around, and was startled when he saw his appearance.

Han Che looked terrible, with sunken eyes. He quickly sent prison guards to search for Da Yong and then told Han Che to go back and rest.

Han Che felt helpless. It was no use for him to do anything now. He was really tired and couldn't hold on any longer.

He nodded and staggered back. Shi Ding tried to help him back, but he refused, insisting that Shi Ding direct the search from the scene.

Shi Ding had no choice but to nod in agreement and stay behind to direct the prison guards to conduct a thorough search.

Besides Dayong, Han Che also couldn't find Raven yesterday. Han Che suspected that Raven might have really run away. Dayong went to chase after her, but she was no longer in prison.

With a long sigh, Han Che felt somewhat lost. In the end, would he have to sacrifice another machine gunner?

Why is this happening...?

Han Che dejectedly pushed open the door to the warden's office. He hadn't stopped for a moment since returning to the prison, and this was the first time he had just returned to his office.

The office was tidy; the opened containers had been closed again and everything had been cleaned up.

Han Che walked slowly behind his desk and sat down in his office chair. His joints were cracking, from his shoulders to his fingers, from his waist to his knees, every part of him was making noise.

His muscles were aching, ever since he took the hit from the hammer soldier yesterday.

He reclined his chair, lay back, and stared at the ceiling. His warden uniform had been delivered to his desk by Shi Ding's men, and his Ash-12 rifle was beside him.

beep, beep...

Han Che's ears twitched; he seemed to vaguely hear a knocking sound. He opened his eyes and glanced towards the door.

"Come in." His voice was soft and a little hoarse, but no one came in.

The stinging sensation in his ears persisted. Han Che thought he had misheard, so he closed his eyes again, wanting to rest for a while.

beep, beep...

"Go in!" Han Che's voice was a little louder, his tone tinged with impatience.

The door remained closed, and he assumed someone was playing a joke on him. His temper flared.

beep, beep...

Han Che stood up quickly, supporting himself on the chair, but his legs were a little weak and he swayed for a moment before he could steady himself by holding onto the table.

He walked to the door, grabbed the doorknob, and pulled hard. The door opened. The hallway was empty; no one was at the door.

His brows furrowed. Was it an auditory hallucination? Or a visual hallucination? Was he really that exhausted?

He stood at the door, looked for a while, and then closed the door again.

He turned around and saw a person standing outside the window directly opposite his desk.

The window was closed, and the person stood outside, raising their hand and banging on the glass.

His mouth opened and closed as if he were saying something, but the piercing ringing in his ears drowned out everything, and Han Che couldn't hear anything.

He raised his hand high, banging it incessantly on the glass! His mouth opened and closed, but the piercing ringing in his ears drowned out everything else; nothing could be heard.

Han Che's pupils contracted slightly. He slowly walked over, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

Han Che slowly moved back to his seat, raised his hand and pinched his temple hard. He staggered onto the desk, grabbed the edge of the desk with his fingers, and steadied himself.

I looked up and gazed out the window again.

Against the sunlight, the figure was not his imagination; it was indeed standing outside the window. As he got closer, he could see the face clearly and the black eye patch over the right eye.

Han Che's pupils contracted sharply, and he raised his hand from the table, pointing out the window.

He finally recognized the person outside the window: a raven.

The raven grinned sheepishly, its lips curling up and its eyes narrowing.

His right hand kept tapping on the glass, while his left hand pointed in some direction. His mouth opened and closed, constantly saying something, but Han Che's ears were filled with a piercing electrical sound, making it impossible for him to understand.

All he knew was that he was very agitated and angry, so he grabbed the Ash gun from the table and pointed it at the raven outside the window. The raven seemed startled and waved its paws repeatedly.

Han Che pulled the trigger a few times, but the gun didn't fire.

As before, Han Che couldn't fire a shot at the raven after the prison closed.

He pressed the trigger several times but nothing happened, so he angrily threw the rifle to the ground and punched the raven hard.

His fist slammed into the glass with a dull thud, but the glass didn't budge.

Han Che ignored everything and kept punching the glass.

His knuckles were cut, and blood seeped from the wound, leaving red streaks on the glass.

Raven's expression went from somewhat panicked to shocked, and finally, looking at Han Che's unfocused eyes, she frowned slightly, as if she had realized something.

Then, a soft whistle came from his mouth, and Han Che suddenly felt less agitated. The ringing in his ears gradually subsided, and his blurry vision gradually became clearer.

He looked out the window at the ravens with their pouting mouths, and his ears gradually regained their hearing.

The gentle whistle seemed to melt away his anger, and the restlessness in his heart receded like the tide, allowing him to regain his rationality.

When the whistle stopped, Han Che closed his eyes without realizing it, enjoying the tranquility it brought.

beep, beep...

Now I can hear it clearly; the sound is coming from the window across the street, not from the direction of the office door.

Raven pointed to a corner of the window, its mouth agape as if it were lip-reading, and Han Che could understand that Raven was saying, "Open the window!"

Han Che glanced in the direction Raven was pointing and pulled up the window from inside the house.

The window was opened, and the cold winter wind rushed in from outside. A raven flew in through the window.