246: Chapter 246 Long Zhantian's Intuition: Danger Approaching
Inside the safe house, the red light of the emergency lamp flickered blindingly.
Long Zhantian lay on the medical bed, his body covered in monitoring probes and life-support tubes. His face was as pale as paper, his lips drained of color, and those eyes that were once as sharp as a hawk's were now tightly closed, as if he had fallen into a sleep from which he would never wake.
Three emergency doctors surrounded him, frantically attempting resuscitation. Electric shocks, injections, CPR—every emergency measure had been used, but his vital signs continued to drop slowly and unstoppably.
"Brainwaves almost gone! Massive neuron death! We… we don't know what he encountered!" a young doctor shouted, his voice laced with despair.
"Keep resuscitating! Don't stop!" Su Xiaowan stood to the side, biting her lip hard, her eyes red. Her hands were clenched into tight fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.
She knew what Long Zhantian had encountered.
Those invisible "Nano Ghosts," those bizarre entities that had rebounded from Lin Mo's head, had frantically devoured Long Zhantian's brain before escaping. His consciousness, his memories, his soul—they might have already been torn to shreds by those things.
But Su Xiaowan dared not think about it. She dared not imagine that the iron-willed tough guy, the general who had walked all the way from the "S.H.I.E.L.D." to the starry battlefield, the guardian who had blocked the most dangerous front lines of humanity countless times—would just leave like this.
She just stared fixedly at that pale face, shouting over and over in her heart: Wake up, please wake up…
And less than three meters away from that medical bed, on another bed, Lin Mo lay quietly.
His brow was furrowed even more tightly than before. A look of pain flashed across his face from time to time. His fingers would occasionally twitch slightly.
But no one noticed those faint reactions.
Everyone's attention was on Long Zhantian.
Lin Mo's consciousness, in that high-dimensional void, was still struggling to gather those shattered memory fragments.
His mental barrier had completely shattered. His core consciousness was exposed nakedly in that void, like a fragile fruit that had lost its protective shell.
But he did not give up.
He was using his last remaining strength, bit by bit, to pull those scattered fragments back and piece them together.
He had succeeded with about a third.
The remaining two-thirds were still drifting slowly in the void; some had drifted too far and might never come back.
He didn't know how much memory, how much emotion, how much of "himself" remained.
But he had to go back.
Because Long Zhantian was waiting for him.
Because Su Xiaowan was waiting for him.
Because that scarred human civilization, which was still holding on, was waiting for him.
He took a deep breath (if he still had breath here) and prepared to continue gathering those fragments—
He stopped.
Something was "watching" him.
It wasn't the mental projections of those "Nano Ghosts." It wasn't that frantic shockwave. It was from another direction, another kind of existence.
That existence was very faint. So faint it was almost imperceptible.
But the "gaze" of that existence made Lin Mo's core consciousness tremble slightly.
It wasn't fear.
It was an indescribable sense of—familiarity.
It was as if, beyond countless space-times, a person he was incredibly familiar with was using their last ounce of strength to cast a weak but firm gaze at him.
That gaze was saying—
"I am here."
"Hold on."
"Wait for me."
Lin Mo's core consciousness gave a violent jolt.
Long Zhantian.
It was Long Zhantian!
Safe house, beside the emergency bed.
An emergency doctor was preparing to perform another electric shock; his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"Wait!" he exclaimed, "Brainwaves… there's a reaction in the brainwaves!"
Everyone looked at the brainwave monitor at the same time.
On the screen, the line that had been almost flat was now flickering slightly, strugglingly.
The fluctuation was extremely weak. So weak it was almost indistinguishable from noise.
But it wasn't noise.
It was consciousness.
It was the final signal sent by a soul that was struggling desperately, trying to crawl out of the abyss.
"Continue resuscitation! Increase the shock intensity!" the attending physician's voice was instantly filled with hope.
Another electric shock.
Long Zhantian's body jerked up, then fell back heavily.
But his brainwaves, those faint fluctuations, became a little clearer.
He still hadn't opened his eyes.
But his lips were moving slightly, silently.
A nurse leaned close to his mouth, trying hard to discern those faint lip movements.
Her face changed.
"He is saying…" her voice trembled, "He is saying—'Danger'… 'Run'… 'Lin Mo'…"
Everyone froze simultaneously.
Danger? What danger? Hadn't those invisible attacks already disappeared?
Su Xiaowan's heart tightened violently.
She turned sharply to look at the bed where Lin Mo lay.
Nothing.
Lin Mo was still lying quietly, his brow furrowed, a look of pain on his face.
Everything was normal.
But Long Zhantian's intuition, that beast-like instinct honed through countless life-and-death trials, was never wrong.
If he said there was danger, there must be danger.
Su Xiaowan took a deep breath and walked quickly to Lin Mo's bedside. Her eyes stared fixedly at the space around him, at every inch of air, at every corner that might hide "something."
Nothing.
But she did not lower her guard.
She leaned down, close to Lin Mo's ear, and whispered: "Lin Mo, General Long said the danger is still here. I don't know what it is, but I will guard you. I will guard you always."
She stood up, drew the energy pistol from her waist, and stood by Lin Mo's bed like a statue.
Her eyes scanned the entire safe house, scanning every corner, scanning every inch of air.
Those invisible, deadly "Nano Ghosts" might still be there.
They might be waiting quietly in some corner for the next opportunity.
But this time, she would not let them get close.
Absolutely not.
In the high-dimensional void.
Lin Mo's core consciousness trembled slightly.
That weak gaze had already disappeared.
But Lin Mo knew it wasn't an illusion.
It was Long Zhantian, using his last ounce of strength to send him a signal.
That signal wasn't just saying "I am here."
That signal was a warning—
The danger had not passed.
Those "Nano Ghosts" were still there.
They were waiting.
Waiting for him to lower his guard.
Waiting for him to think it was all over.
To launch another attack.
Lin Mo's core consciousness slowly contracted and condensed.
He didn't continue to gather those fragments.
He began to do something else—
Constructing a new line of defense.
Not a mental barrier. That kind of thing had already shattered and couldn't be rebuilt in a short time.
It was a trap.
It was bait.
It was a kill-zone, enough to ensure those "Nano Ghosts" would never return.
His core consciousness began to weave a new web, slowly and silently in the void.
A soul-trapping web, woven from his last remaining strength, full of temptation yet deadly.
Waiting for them to come.
Waiting for them to throw themselves into the net.
In the safe house, Su Xiaowan was still standing by Lin Mo's bed, motionless.
Her finger was tightly hooked on the trigger of the energy pistol.
She didn't see anything.
She didn't hear anything.
But she could feel it.
It was an indescribable chill, stemming from the depths of her heart.
It was as if countless eyes were staring fixedly at her from some invisible corner, staring at the person behind her.
She tightened her grip on the pistol.
Come on.
Come as many as you want, I will kill them all.