Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 50: Who Was That?

"Alright." In order to immerse himself further into the act, He Juan bent down to smack his lips on Mu Yuze’s forehead. It was only a light peck that did not even last for two seconds. He drew back to look at Mu Yuze’s stunned expression, and his smile became even more brilliant. "Be careful and don’t get yourself hurt, okay, Precious? My heart will ache badly if that happens."

Mu Yuze pressed his lips into thin lines and glared at him. "Juan-gege, behave."

"Huh?" He Juan spread his hands with an innocent look. "What did I do?"

Mu Yuze did not even deign to reply to the obvious teasing. He directly turned around and stormed out of the house, only short of slamming the door right in front of He Juan’s face.

Unable to help it anymore, He Juan bent down and burst into laughter, his silver eyes sparkling in mirth. Goodness... it was just so fun to tease Mu Yuze! That stern expression of his that was contrary to his red earlobes was just too adorable! How could he expect He Juan to stop if he reacted like that every single time?!

It’s just that... Mu Yuze was really too naïve. How could he be so foolish to leave He Juan alone in his house? He was lucky this time because it was He Juan, but what if it was any other person next time?

To begin with, how could Mu Yuze put such a massive amount of trust in him? The suspicion of him being a suspect had not even been lifted yet! He Juan clicked his tongue in exasperation. It seemed like another lesson of self-preservation would be needed soon.

He Juan intended to help him clean the house as thanks for letting him stay for the night. However, Mu Yuze’s house was practically spotless, he could not even find any place to clean! On the contrary, He Juan had made a mess out of the kitchen due to his courageous attempt to cook a meal for himself...

He Juan held his forehead and sighed in frustration. Why was he so stubborn? After years of trying and failing, he should have realized that he did not have an ounce of talent in cooking. Sigh, why didn’t he listen to Mu Yuze’s words and heat up the frozen dishes?

After clumsily taking care of the mess in the kitchen, He Juan finally resigned to his fate and put two frozen dishes into the microwave. He ate a simple dinner while replying to the students’ message on the group chat about the fixed itinerary tomorrow. Then he created a simple teaching plan for next week.

Time passed in a blink of an eye and without him realizing, the hour hand of the clock had pointed to ten. He Juan rubbed his sore eyes. No wonder he was feeling so sleepy.

Yawning, he grabbed his phone and saw that there was a voice note from Mu Yuze.

He Juan’s heart gave a leap and he was instantly rejuvenated. It was sent an hour ago and the duration was only two seconds. What could it be? He Juan straightened up and carefully put the speaker to his ear, then pressed play.

Mu Yuze’s lilting voice echoed amidst the silent space. "Juan-gege, remember to rest." Perhaps because he was saying it close to the phone, his voice sounded lower than usual but it was still as captivating. He Juan could even sense the faint exhale from the other side as if... he was whispering right into He Juan’s ear! The notion sent shivers down his spine.

"Goodness..." He Juan chuckled helplessly to himself. After that, he repeated the voice note more than twenty times. It sounded so good that he could not stop himself.

Barely satisfied, He Juan finally pressed the record button and put his mouth close to the speaker. "Xiao Ze, sorry for the late reply. I was arranging a teaching plan just now. I will rest now. You too... remember to take a break and don’t tire yourself out." He Juan deliberated whether he should add ’love you’ in the end, but when he thought about it again... saying it for the first time through a voice note was really not romantic at all.

As such, He Juan released his thumb and watched the voice note be delivered. There was no response from the other side after ten minutes so He Juan could only put down the phone. Mu Yuze must be very busy right now.

He Juan stood up and stretched his sore old waist, groaning. He took spare clothes out of his bag and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Mu Yuze’s guest room was just as barren as the house itself. But fortunately, the bed sheet was very clean and smelled faintly of lavender. He Juan had had a very long day. Starting from the monotonous check-up in the hospital, the fervent kisses with Mu Yuze in the car, the fight in District 15, the discovery of Miss Zhao’s body and Su Xieren’s disappearance... a lot had been going on today.

As expected, as soon as He Juan’s head hit the pillow, he immediately sank into deep sleep.

He thought that he would have a good and dreamless sleep tonight being surrounded by Mu Yuze’s smell. Oh, how wrong he was...

The shrill screech of rubber tires skidding across asphalt echoed in He Juan’s ears. It was so familiar that his heart started to race. He had been dreaming of this, again and again, for the past seven years since the day he woke up from his coma. He Juan knew what would come after this and his body subconsciously struggled in desperation.

No... stop! I have to stop this! I have to stop before—

He could perceive that he was gripping onto the steering wheel with a death grip, enough to bruise his knuckles white. Someone was seated beside him, their lips moving to say something, yet their voice was drowned amidst the cacophony of horns and horrified screams.

He Juan knew that what would follow after this scene was a massive crash, a suffocating sense of weightlessness then a sharp pain that pierced straight into his skull. Every time he dreamed, he would try to see that person’s face to no avail. Either the crash would happen right after, or he would be startled awake. It’s like some kind of power in this universe was preventing him from regaining even a small part of his memory...

This time was also no different. His body was still inside the car, flooring the accelerator at an unimaginable speed that would definitely warrant a traffic ticket. He forced himself to turn his head, trying to catch a glimpse of the person beside him. Just a little glimpse... he just wanted to see who it was!

Alas, before he could do that, his car crashed into something and a familiar sense of weightlessness followed. This time though, He Juan was not jolted awake. Instead, he was floating amid a blank white space where nothing existed aside from himself.

Who am I?

Why am I here?

For a split second, he could not remember anything, not even his own name. His memory was jumbled and the throbbing pain on the base of his skull prevented him from thinking with clarity.

Then all of a sudden, a loud cry pierced through the space he was in. It was the voice of a teenager on the verge of changing, slightly nasally and raspy yet still pleasant nonetheless. He was crying atop of his lungs, almost screaming himself hoarse. And even though He Juan could not see him, he could vividly capture the despair, helplessness and rage in the youth’s tone. There was also sadness... an intense, gut-wrenching sadness...

"I will hate you! If you dare to step out of this door, I will hate you forever!!"

"—Juan gege!!!"

An acute pain punctured He Juan’s chest, forcing a sharp gasp out of his lips. His eyes abruptly snapped open and the white emptiness dissipated like thin mist under the glaring sun. It took him a few seconds to register where he was. For a while, he could only stare up at the ceiling blankly as his chest heaved as though he had just run a marathon. His whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the voice filled with fervent hatred and sadness still echoed in his ears.

A droplet of tears slid down from the corner of his eyes to disappear into the pillow.

He Juan let out a muffled groan. His heart ached so much... it was as if something heavy was crushing his ribs and in turn causing the sharp fragments to tear into his heart, unable to be pulled out no matter what. He Juan took a few deep breaths and more tears fell from his eyes.

...This was the first time he had ever dreamed of something like this.

Who was that person? What was it about his words that caused such agony to wreck through He Juan’s body? And moreover, that person was calling him ’Juan-gege’...

In his broken memory, only one person had ever called him ’Juan-gege’ and that person was—

He Juan’s mind exploded with a loud bang.