Pregnant During An Apocalypse [BL]
Chapter 285 - 286 - Observing the suspects

Chapter 285: Chapter 286 - Observing the suspects

Yunfeng slipped into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him. The moment the lock clicked, he reached under the sink where he’d hidden a tiny folded scrap of paper. Quickly and efficiently, he scribbled down a note with shaking fingers. His vision was still blurry—patches of light and shifting shapes—but that was a good thing.

He was recovering. Even his sense of smell was getting better. he could smell Muchen’s subtle rose scent in the room

Just a few hours without the drugged food and his body was already pushing out the toxins. His head felt clearer. His muscles weren’t shaking as much. And though his eyes still couldn’t see faces, he could make out forms, furniture, shadows—light.

It gave him hope.

He carefully folded the note and tucked it into his palm, then stepped out of the bathroom. His gait was careful, slow. He placed his hand on the wall, feeling along it with exaggerated hesitancy. Every movement was calculated. If someone was watching him, they’d see only a blind man trying to navigate a room.

But as he reached the end of the bed, Yunfeng subtly paused, leaning slightly on the bed frame. His hand hovered just above the jagged hole where the hollow iron rod had struck through earlier. A flash of movement—quick and small—was all it took. The paper disappeared into the hollow pipe with a soft flick.

In the other room, Jai was already waiting beside the bed, pretending to play with the metal rod as if it were just some random piece of junk from the wall. His fingers brushed inside—and he found the note.

Without reacting, he casually leaned toward Kailun, who was seated cross-legged on the floor, pretending to sort through some old papers. Under the cover of his elbow, Jai passed the folded message into his grandfather’s palm.

Kailun didn’t even look up. His hands moved like muscle memory, slipping the paper beneath the cover of one of his sleeves. With a practiced air of calm, he unwrapped the paper, read Yunfeng’s update, and nodded subtly to himself.

There was no time to waste. Taking another scrap of paper from the edge of a drawer, Kailun wrote swiftly in tiny, sharp strokes, listing the names of the four he suspected. His hand hesitated for a second on the last name.

Shao.

He frowned, conflicted. He didn’t want to believe it. But logic had no room for feelings now.

Once finished, he sent the reply back the same way—through the hollow rod, with a small push.

In the next room, Yunfeng felt the tap on the pipe. He reached under, fished the note out, and quietly opened it under the bedsheet while Muchen leaned on his shoulder, playing with his fingers and whispering softly, pretending to be affectionate.

Yunfeng scanned the note, his face unreadable.

Lu Zhi. Zei. Qui Yue. Shao.

A short list, but painful to read. Even Shao—he wasn’t sure what to make of that. But now was not the time to question feelings. It was about survival.

He clenched the paper tightly before sliding it under his mattress. Muchen gently squeezed his hand.

"No one else is to be trusted," Yunfeng whispered quietly enough that only Muchen could hear. "Only you... Jai... and Grandpa Kailun."

Muchen nodded silently, resting his head on Yunfeng’s chest again, his smile forced but steady.

Yunfeng sat quietly on the bed, his fingers tapping softly against the sheet as he worked through the steps in his head. Now that they had a communication system, the next thing was to observe—everything. Everyone.

He quickly scribbled down a new note, passing it through the hollow iron rod to Jai.

"I think the food I ate was poisoned. Maybe it’s just mine. Or maybe it’s everyone’s, but they don’t have symptoms. We have to be sure. Watch everything."

Jai passed the message on to Grandpa Kailun immediately. The old man’s face turned grim as he read it. His fingers gripped the edge of the note a little tighter before tucking it away.

Yunfeng thought fast. They needed someone to track how the food was being handled—who touched what, and when. He looked at Muchen, who was curled up next to him, visibly worried.

"I’ll do the cooking from now on," Muchen mouthed facing away from the window. "That way, we know it’s clean."

Yunfeng shook his head leaning forward pretending to kiss him. "No."

"But—"

"No," he said again, this time more firmly. He reached out and touched Muchen’s cheek gently, keeping his voice low and steady. "If they see you getting involved more than usual, they’ll grow suspicious. If the military is watching us this closely, they’ll notice even small changes. I won’t risk them turning on you too."

Muchen’s expression crumpled slightly, but he nodded. He understood. He didn’t like it, but he understood.

Yunfeng took a deep breath and wrote another message, sending it down the pipe to Kailun.

"Watch everyone who comes near our food. See who touches the pots, who prepares, who delivers, even who stands too close. Track their habits. If it’s only me being affected, they’re targeting me specifically. If it’s everyone, this is something bigger."

Back in the other room, Kailun read the note and tucked it away without a word. He cracked his joints slowly, his mind already clicking into the role of investigator. The old man had seen plenty in his life—but the idea that someone was trying to quietly poison one of them stirred a deep fury in his chest.

He’d trusted the military once.

Now they were treating his family like enemies.

Fine. Then he would treat them like enemies too.

He stood up, calm as ever, and left the room with nothing but a faint smile on his face—just another old man on his way to inspect the kitchen. But behind that smile, every muscle in his body was sharp with purpose. Every glance, every movement now held weight.

They would find out who was behind this.

And when they did, there would be no mercy.