After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

Chapter 218 Thorn Mental Hospital 16

Yang Guang had a pretty good night. Although there was nothing special about Cyril's office, Cyril had specially collected some snacks for Yang Guang during the day and put them in his desk, for fear that Yang Guang would be hungry when he came to his office.

Cyril had a little more work to do than Yang Guang, so Yang Guang poked at Cyril's tablet while watching Cyril work from time to time.

I took out some potato chips and chocolate to eat for a while while browsing on my tablet with headphones on.

Yang Guang suddenly felt like a little mouse in Cyril's office, sneaking around looking for food and then entertaining himself without making any sound.

Thinking of this, Yang Guang couldn't help but chuckle.

The corners of Cyril's mouth slowly curled up. He and Yang Guang did not have the same sense of humor, but he was simply happy because Yang Guang was happy.

The mental hospital is actually not dark at night. The tall street lights standing on the roadside make the white walls of the hospital clearly visible.

Except for the inpatient department.

I don’t know if it’s because the Thorn Psychiatric Hospital has the mentality of “save as much as possible”, but the street lights on the inpatient side are particularly dim.

It’s a bit like the solar street lights that Yang Guang has seen in the real world.

At night, the solar energy stored during the day is used to generate electricity, which causes the street lights to become dim from time to time, not even as bright as a flashlight.

Yang Guang lay on the windowsill, looking leisurely at the particularly noisy building next door.

What a relaxing day~~~

Yang Guang had just finished sighing this sentence in his heart when a shrill alarm sounded.

Since it was the first time Yang Guang heard this voice, he was stunned for a long time. It was not until Cyril's office door was pushed open by a panicked person that Yang Guang realized something was wrong.

It seems that something special happened at night.

Yang Guang wanted to slap himself. He shouldn't have just said that he was free today. As soon as he said it, trouble came.

The person who came was a man from the male nurses' side who had the same status as the head nurse. He looked very hurried, and there were even dots of cold sweat on his forehead, and his lips were a little pale.

Yang Guang looked at Cyril waving at him in confusion. After thinking for a while, Yang Guang obediently walked over and stood beside Cyril.

"Director, a patient in the inpatient unit 0304 is missing. She was still there during the evening roll call and she took her medicine under supervision, but now she is missing..."

The man in the blue nurse uniform was tremblingly talking about the current situation in the building next door while wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and he even forgot to change his address.

Yang Guang glanced at Cyril beside him. Cyril pursed his lips with a serious expression. He neatly instructed the person in front of him what to do next, then took out his cell phone and started calling and sending messages.

To others, Cyril seemed to be working seriously and trying to prevent chaos from happening, but Yang Guang could see that Cyril didn't care about the life or death of the "escaped patient" mentioned by his panicked subordinate.

No matter how serious the tone of the instructions was, the indifference in Cyril's eyes could not deceive anyone.

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, Cyril touched Yang Guang's hand and squeezed it, not knowing whether he was comforting him or flirting with him.

Yang Guang shook his hands speechlessly. Fortunately, the desk and computer blocked the two people's actions, otherwise this office romance would probably be known to everyone.

Cyril turned his head slightly at this time, and a smile flashed in his eyes which was caught by Yang Guang at once.

Yang Guang: “…”

OK, it's confirmed. This person really doesn't care about the situation in the inpatient department at all. After all, even in this situation, he still has the time to touch his own hands...

Yang Guang pressed his twitching eyelids, then slapped away the hand that was touching his waist excessively.

Very crisp and loud sound.

The office is not big, but everyone inside heard the sound.

Yang Guang: “…”

Cyrillic:"……"

Male nurse: “…”

The male nurse swallowed his saliva, not daring to look around, and wisely pressed down his trembling hands, and said carefully: "Doctor... Doctor Cyril, I'll go over to help first. There are not enough staff at night, and I'm afraid something will go wrong over there..."

Cyril, who was slapped, didn't care much. He casually said "hmm" and touched Yang Guang's body again.

Yang Guang: “…”

This time, Yang Guang did not slap it away immediately, but wanted to wait until the person left before breaking free.

Who knew that Cyril had predicted his prediction, and when Yang Guang was about to wave his hand to slap him away, he pulled the man forcefully onto his legs.

Yang Guang: “…”

As a dean, do you have to do this at this time? You are too much of a "tyrant".

After the "tyrant" Cyril adjusted Yang Guang into a position that was easy and comfortable to hug, he buried his head in the crook of Yang Guang's neck, kissing and licking him like a dog, but Yang Guang was reluctant to push him away.

"what happened?"

Yang Guang vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Cyril leaned on the shoulders of Yang Guang who was sitting astride him, counting his lover's heartbeat and sighing.

"I think I'm a little tired..."

Yang Guang:?

Tired? Tired of what? Tired of work?

As if answering Yang Guang's question, Cyril continued, "This meaningless, repetitive life... until I met you, I realized how tiring it was. It was as if I was endlessly waiting and anticipating your arrival..."

If it was spoken by an ordinary person, Yang Guang would have no hesitation in thinking that it was just a simple, heartfelt love remark.

But when these words came out of Cyril's mouth, their meaning was completely different.

After hearing this, Yang Guang was stunned.

He originally thought that Cyril was just like him, logging into the dungeon a little early when it was about to start.

But it seems that this is not the case.

Cyril always logged into the dungeon earlier than Yang Guang, not one or two days earlier as Yang Guang expected...

But long in advance.

Maybe a week... maybe a month...

It could be one year... two years... three years...

During the time when he was not logged in, Cyril could only be alone in the copy, forced to complete various tasks according to the settings in the copy and in accordance with his character.

Such a life would make anyone tired.

Yang Guang frowned, hugged Cyril's neck lovingly, and let him lean on him.

"You shouldn't live like this..."

You should go back to that castle, the castle where the garden is full of flowers and the forest is full of life after the demons are eliminated...

You should have endless delicious food... You should have loyal servants...

Yang Guang suddenly wished that Cyril had never left the copy he came from, so that he would always be the young master who had no worries about food and clothing, or even a count.

Cyril smelled the light fragrance coming from Yang Guang's body, felt the temperature of Yang Guang's skin for a while, and then slowly said: "Baby, I kind of want to take you home..."

Yang Guang's heart moved: "Is this where you grew up?"

Cyril: “Yeah.”

Yang Guang suppressed his inner excitement, held Cyril's face with both hands, looked into Cyril's eyes, and said seriously: "Take me there, I want to see your home, your garden, and the pony you raised."

Cyril chuckled: "How did Yang Guangbao know that I have a pony?"

Yang Guang also smiled, put his forehead against Cyril's forehead, rubbed it gently and said: "I just know it."

I know everything about you, including the way you got here.