Mingshen gasped dramatically. "All for the sake of saving a life, dear. Aren’t you cops always so eager to sacrifice yourselves for people?"
Her brow twitched. "Do I have to remind a dical professional that illegal organ transplant is a cri?"
He innocently blinked. "I thought you would be thrilled to trade your life for the sake of a woman lying on her deathbed."
"There is a thing called consent, which I didn’t have the liberty of getting on your operating table."
His dark eyes twinkled. "So you an that if I ask you for your consent now, you would agree to beco a heart donor?"
"No."
He sneered. "So cops are overrated angels, after all. You talk big about putting your life on the line for the country and its people. You will willingly take a bullet to save a stranger’s life, but you won’t agree to beco a donor. A bullet can be equally fatal. Yet giving your heart becos a big issue. Both are one’s own choices, but you agree to one and disagree to another. I fail to understand your priorities."
Jia slightly parted her lips, failing to grasp his argunt. "My priorities are very straightforward. As a cop, my job does involve putting my life on the line, and I will gladly do so. Those are the inford risks and dangers that I know of and am willing to take, not just to save a life but to uphold the law too. But the decision to beco an organ donor is a matter of my personal autonomy and human rights. Irrespective of any profession, nobody should be forced or emotionally blackmailed to beco an organ donor."
"So if the woman’s family cos tomorrow to desperately beg you for this favor because you might be the only person to save her life, you would disagree."
"You are just manipulating the conversation to put in a bad light when you clearly understand the difference between these two things yourself," her gaze darkened.
He twirled his finger sideways in disagreent with a smile. "Of course, I understand the difference. I am just trying to bring out the truth that the police officers who claim to be so selfless and sacrificing eventually think of their selfish personal interests too."
"Not personal interests. Human rights."
"And the law and officers only know how to violate them thoroughly~ But when it cos to their own life and bodies, human rights suddenly takes the top spot on the leaderboard."
"Just because you are in the underworld who stands on the opposite side of the law doesn’t an you get to baselessly degrade the justice system," she said with a burning sense of indignation.
He laughed heartily. "It’s precisely that I am in the underworld that I get the right to degrade the law you so depend on. I see things more clearly than you. Your so-called justice only exists until their own dirty pants are not on fire and to achieve this, you all are trained by the system to protect the law, not the citizens. There is a difference."
Her eyes squinted.
"At the end of the day, a person will protect only himself first and foremost."
"A person might. Not the law."
"Not when it cos to people you loathe and hate," he chuckled.
"The scales never do such discrimination," she remained firm, "Neither will I."
Mingshen peered into her gaze, speaking after a mont of deafening silence. "Blind trust in any system makes you lose your way."
She smiled. "Are you not the sa then? You are extrely confident of your dical skills to the point that I see it as overconfidence. Blind trust in yourself makes you lose your way too."
"It’s smart trust, not blind trust because unlike you carriers of justice who refuse to see their faults, I do it very seriously in my profession. dicine is my pride. I don’t fuck around with it."
"So is the law for ."
The fierce clash of ideals seemingly overtook the horror atmosphere of the trapped room. Discarding the creepy lody and the grotesque dolls, the only adrenaline that stoked their hearts was to prove each other wrong.
The air of confrontation soon broke when a rapid series of steps furiously clicked on the floor from outside. "Excuse !"
They heard a woman’s voice huffing breathlessly and anxiously. "I am the attendant for the horror house. I ca to know there is so issue with the exit. Are you okay?"
Jia broke eye contact first and looked towards the mirror.
"We are fine," she confird loudly. "The door is stuck."
"We are really sorry, Mam!" The attendant profusely apologized. "We will fix the problem right away! Please just give us a few minutes."
The technician and maintenance crew quickly resolved the problem that turned out to be a screw and a piece of wood sticking out at an odd angle, making the mirror-door impossible to budge. The duo finally stepped out as the door successfully creaked open fully.
The staff mbers apologetically bowed. "We are really sorry, Sir, Mam. I think sothing must have happened during the last group’s visit while they were exiting."
Jia smiled. "It’s okay. Such things happen. I enjoyed the horror house."
She bead and bowed gratefully this ti. "Thank you so much, Mam!"
She was definitely taken aback by the fact that both Jia and Mingshen looked completely calm and poised despite being stuck in a horror house trap room. Anybody else would have scread their lungs out in such an atmosphere.
Are their hearts made of steel?
Mingshen asked eagerly, "Can you let in that lab?"
The attendant blinked, bewildered to hear such an odd request. "S-Sorry? You want an entry in the lab?"
"Yes! It was fascinating! Also, can you closely show the skeletons you have used?"
"..."
He may be drop-dead gorgeous but his brain...sothing is wrong with it.
Jia pinched his arm and threw him a ’Don’t ss around’ look at him. She forced a smile at the attendant. "He is just joking. Pay no heed."
"What? I am serious-"
Jia forcibly dragged him away while waving a pleasant smile to the staff. Stepping out in the light, she finally inhaled a breath of fresh air.
"Sis!"
From a distance, she saw Lihua and the group waving at them. With the conversation still fresh in her mind, she threw a narrowed gaze at Mingshen but quickly put it aside.
Xinyue asked, raising his brow at Mingshen. "You are alive?"
"Why would I be dead?"
"Because you forced Jia to be in the sa group as you?"
"Which she should be thankful about. It’s not everyday that you get to get so close to a handso and attractive man like inside a spooky horror house and fall on top of by a fateful accident~"
Lihua let out a sharp gasp. "On top of you? Was it really an accident or you played dirty tricks!"
He darted a dry look at her. "How many tis should I advise you not to use your brain when it’s running low on juice?"
"..."
"Which is pretty much every ti."
Lan’s cry for milk thankfully diffused Lihua’s surmounting rage. Beside her, Qingqing yawned and continued with her beauty sleep.
Jia asked as she looked around, "Where is Bojing?"
"Sis, I am here!"
She saw a fluff ball zapping towards her at a lightning speed and rushing in to hug her. He broke down into tears. "S-Sis! I-I am alive!"
"Are you alright, Bojing?" She worriedly asked. "You just suddenly disappeared!"
He sniffled and nodded. Behind him, Shilin and his group followed. Shilin smiled. "We found him in the second tunnel."
Oh...So that pathway connected the second and third tunnels, Jia thought.
"He joined our group and we found the exit together."
"That’s so kind of you," Jia appreciated.
Bojing couldn’t express his relief and joy. "Yes, they were v-very kind. I intruded, but they still took in...Shilin was s-so cool. He wasn’t a-afraid at all! And Yong was so s-swift in finding the exit lever on the last wall!"
Shilin scratched his chin. "You give too much credit, Mr. Lu."
Yong looked bored. Daxia’s brows slightly twitched, feeling as if she was the only useless one in the group.
But so was he who only kept crying the whole ti!
She harrumphed and asked, "Shilin, do you see Anhe and the guys?"
"There are Aang, Yibo and Jinping," he pointed at the group near the first tunnel’s exit, "but where is Anhe?"
Jia felt so disturbance in the air and noticed the area around the first tunnel to be a little chaotic. Her spidey senses imdiately tingled. "Sothing is wrong..."
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