I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 222: Not an Illusion

Qiao Suisui was incredulously dumbfounded for a moment, muttering, "Addicted? Carl?"

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Carl was the type of male who could even resist his hunger instincts during missions, and even when he was moved by emotions toward her, he always restrained himself well, never going further without her consent. Carl, with such self-control, addicted to hallucinogens?

"Could there be some kind of misunderstanding? Carl isn’t that kind of person."

Zong Fang and Sang Yan both fell into silence.

After a while, Zong Fang gently pinched her palm and said, "Do you want to see him? I’ll arrange it."

Qiao Suisui nodded emphatically.

Three days later, Qiao Suisui and others arrived at the Federation.

The Secretary-General reported to Zong Yan about Zong Fang’s entry into the Federation. Zong Yan was surprised but also a bit relieved, thinking he had finally come around. He was about to arrange for someone to meet him when the Secretary-General said, "This time he is here with the leader of the Freedom Alliance. Given the tense relations between both sides, we should keep a low profile as it’s still somewhat sensitive, and moreover..."

The Secretary-General hesitated.

Zong Yan frowned, "Speak."

"He has a female with him."

Zong Yan was stunned, then countered, "Are you sure it’s a female? What about her identity?"

He knew his son. If he could have changed his heart, he would have done so thirteen years ago. As for enduring till today?

The Secretary-General expressed confusion, "It’s strange, we can’t find her identity. Even the Heavenly Eye can’t capture her scent and gene. We can only tell she’s female from the surveillance, and they have already entered the supervision center."

...

At the supervision center.

Qiao Suisui took off the pin on her chest, an invisibility tool from the point mall. Considering that Ancient Humans were gradually forgotten by the Beastmen, she thought she might as well withdraw from the public eye to avoid further trouble. Moreover, with supervisors from the INF company, they were hidden while she was exposed. It wasn’t wise to attract too much attention, so she kept a low profile throughout the journey.

Now following the Prison Director, they reached the end of the corridor, and the first room on the left was where Carl was being detained.

Each room’s condition was the same, very simply arranged and could be surveyed at a glance.

"Number 8747, someone is here to see you." The Prison Director knocked on the iron door, but there was no movement inside.

Zong Fang ordered, "Just open it."

"...This might be..."

"Open it. I’ll take responsibility for the consequences."

"Yes."

The Prison Director scanned his iris, and the iron door opened at the sound.

Qiao Suisui held her breath, looked inside, and saw a man sitting in the middle of the room, his back facing the door. At that moment, he was unresponsive to the outside world, looking upward at the only square window in the room, lost in thought.

Qiao Suisui approached hesitantly, taking a couple of slow steps forward and gently called out, "Carl."

The man’s body stiffened immediately, but he still didn’t turn around, only slightly tipping his head to reveal his gaunt profile.

"Carl, what’s happened to you..."

The man blandly looked at her, then his gaze moved past Qiao Suisui towards Sang Yan and Zong Fang behind her, and said, "You came to see me?"

Qiao Suisui stood still, puzzled by his complete disregard of her.

Zong Fang stepped forward, placing his hand on her waist, and said to Carl, "She is the one looking for you."

Carl raised an eyebrow, scoffed at himself, "Now the hallucinations can produce three people, what’s the difference between quitting and not quitting." After saying that, he turned back and looked up at the window again.

The Prison Director sighed and said, "He has been under mandatory withdrawal for three years now, relapsing over twenty times during this period. Others escape prison for freedom, yet he amusingly goes out, shoots up some hallucinogens, and comes right back; I don’t even understand what he’s after. Once, I asked him why he returns when he can come and go as he pleases. He can’t seem to quit anyway. He said he had nowhere else to go."

At this point, the Prison Director sized up Zong Fang’s expression and asked, "This time you’re here, can you take him away with you? We truly can’t handle him anymore."

Qiao Suisui listened from the side, her heart clenched into a wrinkled orange, sour and astringent, indescribable.

She quietly walked over and sat beside Carl, just sitting there silently accompanying him.

Sang Yan wanted to say something but was stopped by Zong Fang, who gestured for everyone to step out, giving them some space.

Carl, dressed in ill-fitting prison clothes with pant legs a bit too short, looked somewhat comical and embarrassed, but he was oblivious to it. His arms rested on his knees as his eyes unblinkingly stared out the window.

Qiao Suisui also looked out the window following his gaze, only to be met with blinding sunlight and nothing else.

"Carl, what are you looking at?"

Carl did not look at her, seemingly very aware of her presence. His voice was deep and hoarse, as if he was talking to himself but responding to her query, "I am watching every day since she left."

He suddenly turned his head, looking at her with fatigue and longing.

"You haven’t shown up for a long time. I thought the hallucinogens had stopped working."

The last time he injected was half a month ago. Carl sadly realized that he had developed antibodies to the hallucinogens, no longer causing him hallucinations.

Qiao Suisui’s tears could no longer be held back; they fell with a ’plop’ onto her fair hand.

Carl became somewhat panicked, the illusion before him felt too real, almost as if the real Suisui was crying in front of him, causing his heart to tremble with a sharp pain.

"Don’t cry, please don’t cry..."

He almost subconsciously reached out to wipe the tears on her cheeks but froze mid-air when his fingertips felt her soft and smooth skin, as if stung.

"You...."

He stared at Qiao Suisui in shock, speechless for a long time.

The Suisui in the hallucinations should not have such a real touch. He was certain because he had embraced her countless times in those illusions.

Carl carefully called out, "Suisui?"

Qiao Suisui’s eyes were already reddened from crying. She threw herself into Carl’s embrace, sobbing while clutching at his neck.

"Carl... I don’t want you to become like this..."

Carl, forgetting to react, had his hands rigid as he blankly stared at the wall opposite, not really seeing anything. His insides were churning, his heart racing almost to the point of bursting.

"Suisui?" he called again.

Qiao Suisui wiped her tears with her hand, her voice trembling as she cried, "I’m here."

Carl numbly touched her face, feeling the warmth of her breath. Then, overwhelmed with emotion, he shifted from sitting to kneeling, cupping her face with his hands, his eyes bloodshot and brimming with tears.

He repeatedly traced her features, her forehead, eyebrows, the bridge of her nose. When his fingertips reached her soft red lips, a hot tear fell.

"Suisui."

"I’m here."

"Suisui..."

"I’m here."

Carl’s hands began to tremble uncontrollably as he gasped for air, his eyes filled with excitement and fear, his tears overflowing. It seemed all the long-suppressed longing, pain, and regret came rushing out like a flood at that moment, causing his entire body to tremble, holding onto Qiao Suisui tightly, as if fearful she might disappear again in the next second.

"It’s really you, tell me, tell me this isn’t a hallucination, please tell me this isn’t a hallucination."

Qiao Suisui hugged his waist and buried her face in the nape of his neck, saying, "This isn’t a hallucination, I’ve come back."