Trickster Hunter

Chapter 1 Strange Ceiling

In the darkness, the smell of disinfectant entered his nose. Under the stimulation of this smell, Sun Hang's eyes twitched twice and he slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that came into view was a rectangular ceiling lamp. The pale cold light was lifeless, but fortunately, the frosted glass cover made the light less dazzling.

"Where... is this? I..." Sun Hang tried to recall what happened before he lost consciousness, but a tingling sensation from deep in his brain immediately made him give up thinking.

"Mr. Sun, are you awake?" A young female voice sounded next to him. Sun Hang turned his head and found that it was a young nurse in a pink uniform skirt, holding a recording board in her arms, "I have good news for you. Your operation was successful."

Operation? Very successful?

Sun Hang was stunned for a moment, and his right hand under the quilt subconsciously moved to his legs.

Fortunately, everything that should be there is still there.

"Why am I... here? What's wrong with me? What... surgery?" He said with some effort, his tone was extremely rough and hoarse, sounding like an old man in his 50s or 60s.

Sun Hang realized that he could not remember anything except his name.

"Short-term amnesia is a normal sequelae, after all, the brain has suffered a severe injury." Another male voice came from behind, and Sun Hang turned his head to the other side - it was a doctor in a white coat, with a mask covering most of his face, and a pair of large black-framed glasses covering the other half of his face.

"Serious...injury? What...happened to me?"

"In the recent attack by a strange creature, a stray bullet hit your head." The male doctor said, "But fortunately, the hard skull changed the direction of the bullet and did not cause a fatal injury. Now the bullet has been removed and you are out of danger. You just need to rest and recuperate. As for amnesia, it is only temporary. After a period of recuperation, you will gradually recover your memory."

"Strange creature attack? Stray bullet?" The amount of information contained in the male doctor's brief words can be described as "explosive". Sun Hang only felt that his head seemed to hurt more.

"The first dressing change will be carried out after 48 hours. Always pay attention to possible complications after surgery." The male doctor did not continue to answer Sun Hang's question, but looked up and said to the nurse opposite the bed, "If there is any abnormality in the vital signs data, notify the doctor on duty immediately."

"Okay, Director." The female nurse nodded.

The two left quickly, leaving Sun Hang alone lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling lamp on the ceiling.

For some reason, Sun Hang always felt that the pale light seemed a little too cold.

"It would be nice if it was a warm light." He thought so.

In a trance, the pale cold light suddenly turned into a warm yellow light, and then all the lights in the ward flickered violently. The next second, all the lights suddenly disappeared, leaving only the emergency light sign at the root of the wall still emitting a faint green fluorescence.

"What's going on? Did it trip?" The nurse's voice came from the corridor outside the ward... It seemed that not only Sun Hang's ward was affected, but the corridor outside also became dark.

"I don't know, the nurse station has called the electrician." Another nurse replied.

At the same time, Sun Hang, who was lying on the bed, fell into deep shock and doubt.

Was the change in light and the power outage due to the idea that just popped up in his head, or was it just a coincidence?

But just when Sun Hang wanted to think carefully, the tingling deep in his brain defeated his will again. He lay on his back on the bed, staring blankly at the dark ceiling, breathing heavily.

If the power hadn't been cut off, the alarm of the machine placed next to the bed to monitor Sun Hang's heart rate and blood pressure would have been ringing non-stop.

"What's going on... What's going on..." Sun Hang's chest rose and fell violently. He tried to sit up from the bed, but his limbs twitched uncontrollably.

His eyes widened, and he subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he couldn't make a sound.

The suffocating feeling like drowning dragged his consciousness into the abyss little by little. Just when Sun Hang thought he was going to fall into a coma again, all the abnormalities suddenly disappeared, his surging heart rate gradually calmed down, and control of his body returned to his hands again.

"Snap."

The lights came on, and everything in the ward returned to its original state. The medical cart passed by the door of the ward, and Sun Hang could vaguely hear the sound of the rubber wheel rubbing against the ground, the light sound of the ampoule bottle and the plastic bracket knocking against each other, and the nurses' whispered complaints about the sudden power outage.

Among these subtle and noisy sounds, a crisp sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground came in, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of Sun Hang's ward door.

The owner of the high-heeled shoes pushed open the door and walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Sun." This was a tall woman wearing a black suit and black trousers. The white shirt underneath was buttoned to the top button, and there was no expression on her delicately made-up face.

"I'm sorry to disturb you when you need to rest the most, but there are some things that I must communicate with you in time." She pulled a stool from the side and sat down next to the bed.

"Are you...?" Sun Hang asked subconsciously. His eyes glanced at the other person's left chest, where a copper badge symbolizing the identity of a public servant hung.

Although Sun Hang lost his memory, these common sense things were not erased from his mind.

"I am the staff member responsible for handling the aftermath of the monster attack." The other party said, "In this attack, the entire neighborhood was reduced to rubble, and the number of victims exceeded a hundred. Including you, only six survivors survived. Come down."

Sun Hang said nothing, quietly waiting for the other party to continue.

"Out of a humanitarian spirit, we rescued the survivors including you as soon as possible and paid all the expenses..." The other party paused and then said, "But, except for your name, we No items were found at the scene that could prove your identity, and your DNA information cannot be matched in the citizen database. There are no tax records, no insurance payment records, and no work records..."

"I lost my memory..." Sun Hang frowned slightly. He had already heard a hint of hidden meaning in the other party's words.

Things are not going well.

"I know you have lost your memory, but in any case, with the information we have now, we can only temporarily characterize you as a gangster without citizenship or a refugee smuggled from other city-states." The other party said lightly, "This country There is no obligation to provide you with free rescue services, and all expenses, including surgical fees, will be recorded in your name in the form of debt.”

This guy seems to be here to settle a score with me.

Sun Hang took a deep breath and asked, "How much do I owe you?"

"As of now, the total is 3,890,627 yuan."

"So much?" Sun Hang frowned slightly. He clearly remembered the purchasing power of money in this era - for ordinary people, one million can definitely be regarded as a huge sum of money, and in his current state of poverty, , it is almost impossible to repay this debt.

Unless he was a rich second generation before he lost his memory.

"Because you don't have citizenship or medical insurance, all fees are charged in full without any deductions." The other party's words were cold and emotionless. "Every bullet, every drop of gasoline and every drop of gasoline consumed to save you." Every scalpel blade must be fully borne by you.”

"Then...what if I can't pay back the money?" Sun Hang narrowed his eyes.

He definitely can't get out the debt of nearly 4 million yuan now... If it's money, it's life... He doesn't really want to give it.

"This is the main purpose of my trip." The other party took out a tablet from the briefcase he carried with him. "As long as you sign this employment contract and pay off the debt with your work, after completing the corresponding number of work tasks, this country can Forgive you all debts and interest accrued on your debts, and grant you legal citizenship.”

"A contract to sell oneself?" Sun Hang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously blurted out.