Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1571 The Second Time

"Sure enough, there is another one."

She didn't know who said those words until the back of her head hit the stone pavement heavily.

This was the last sentence Qiao Yuansi heard that evening. After this sentence, everything became a silent pantomime.Sitting in the auditorium in the distance is a world of facial deformation.

Fragments of bits and pieces I still remember play unrealistically slowly as they play in memory.

Qiao Yuansi kicked into the air, silently kicking the female staff member in red uniform; one hand fell down, grabbed her neck, and pinned her to the ground so that she could not move; someone's high-heeled shoes stepped into her silently In the stomach; the feet were held down, and heavy fingers firmly opened her eyelids.

It happened that the first snow fell that day.

From the blue and gray sky, pieces of snow fluttered down leisurely, from small imperceptible white dots high in the sky, into larger and larger fuzzy snow clusters; at first it was gray and white, It was dyed orange as she passed the street lights, and finally turned deep blood red in her eyes.

Jin Yan seemed to stagger away when they rushed forward.When Qiao Yuansi coughed and struggled to get up from the ground, there was only her and the snow that was getting thicker and thicker in the park, and the silence was more and more deafening.

It was her resistance that irritated the group and turned the infection process into a long, unnecessary beating ordeal.Qiao Yuansi barely stood up in the dizziness, dragged his feet through his own blood, and walked out of the park step by step. The pain caused by each step was like a sharp cone, piercing into the tear duct.

The passers-by who met on the road couldn't see her injuries, but only looked at her face with concern; when they saw what they wanted to see, they all turned away and walked away.

Qiao Yuansi didn't even know how he got home.The car was left outside the park, and she just dragged her body slowly in the snow and rain. When she got home, her hands and feet were completely numb, as if she would break and fall if she touched something hot .

Her hands turned into two pieces of frozen dead flesh, and she couldn't pull out the book, and couldn't hold the pen steadily.But she still struggled, and piled all the books she had read, all the objects she had used, and all the records she had listened to during the last recovery, all on the dark red Persian carpet in the living room.

...Although the most important one is missing.

Qiao Yuansi fell to the ground and flipped through the pile of books desperately, the paper cover of the book was soaked by the dripping snow and rain, dirty blood and tears.That night, she lay on her back on the carpet and passed out. The pile of things was like a fire of hope in the cold night, which gradually extinguished as the night deepened.

When she woke up the next afternoon, she sat on the carpet in a daze for a while. Apart from the pain all over her body, the despair that seemed to be sinking into hell disappeared.

In the next two days, she had to ask for leave to recuperate at home; but she didn't even move the pile of records and books piled on the carpet.

After a few days, Qiao Yuansi began to seriously consider Ying Shui'an.

Of course she didn't forget him, this evolutionary from other doomsday worlds; she also knew that he did have a little special means - last time, wasn't it because of him that he suffered so much unnecessary trouble?

What if he comes back?You know, there are still eleven months left for him to be here.Judging from the time they spent together, it's hard to guarantee that he won't come back to take a look at her before leaving.

If the two of them just sit down and talk for a few words, then she can still pretend to get away with it, but Qiao Yuansi is not stupid - she can feel that if Yingshui'an finally couldn't bear to come back to see her after a long time, then It may be more than just a "look".

No, in fact, even if it was just for a meal, she couldn't pretend to keep her secret for so long.

So Qiao Yuansi took a special day off, prepared a notebook and a pen, and sat down at the dining table.

"Ah, I was just infected at that time. If I don't write down those feelings, thoughts, and precautions, I'm afraid I'll forget them after a while. Even if I just forget the details, it's not easy to do, because now you let me Imitate it, and I can’t say those words anymore.”

Qiao Yuansi leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and the laughter surged up in her chest like a series of blisters, and she had to hold back hard to continue talking.

"Speaking of which, you can only blame yourself." She tilted her head, sighed contentedly, and said, "If you don't come back, won't everything be fine?"

Ying Shui'an propped his hands on the table, still maintaining the same posture, looking straight at her.His complexion gradually became whiter, as if the snow and mist had accumulated on his skin, making the bright red at the corners of his eyes even more trembling.

He wanted to say something, but when he opened his lips slightly, he seemed to forget.He raised his hand and slowly touched the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, his cheeks and lower lip with his trembling fingertips, as if he wanted to find those blood red marks through his fingers.

"If you don't come back, we won't mess with each other. You will leave when the time comes, and I won't look for you. Who told you to come back? If you come back, you will probably find something wrong with me... It's you who threatened me My, you said that if I change, you will kill me." Qiao Yuansi snorted from his nose, but he did not lose his smile: "You even told me this method. I In order to protect yourself, you can understand, right?"

After a pause, she played with a lock of her hair and said with a smile, "It's good for you that you don't have to wander anymore. Besides...you won't suffer."

As soon as she said these words, she felt a blur in front of her eyes—the chandelier on the ceiling of the living room was smashed, and the shattered pieces of glass were wrapped in the storm like ice crystals, and hit her body together with the figure.

Qiao Yuansi's head hit the sofa with a "boom", and her throat was firmly clamped by fingers like iron pincers; the oxygen flowing in her trachea was cut off in a few blinks, and the blood vessels gradually expanded in desperation , still can't get a little bit of support - she struggled and tried to push a few times, but Ying Shui'an's hand didn't move at all.

What he was doing at the moment seemed to want to kill her in anger, but he was so silent that there was no trace of murderous intent.

"You, do you want to kill me?" Her broken and shapeless words were so intermittent that it was hard to hear clearly, "You, you next... alone... I want to stay and be with you..."

Sakura Shui An still heard clearly.The strength of his fingers pressed heavily on her trachea for a few seconds, maybe even he didn't realize it, he was relaxing a little bit.

He lowered his head, his black hair hung down messily, and together with his aura, it enveloped her like a curtain, separating her from the outside world.Blood was slowly dripping from the corners of his eyes, making him look like he was crying unconsciously.

"This sentence is also written in your notebook."

Indeed.

After being infected, even if you don't make any efforts, there is still a period of 24 hours, and your thinking will not change much for the time being.Of course, Qiao Yuansi had to think about what would happen to him after he found out that he was infected, what would he - or what would he say a few days ago, in order for Ying Shui'an to spare her life.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care if what you are saying now is all pre-written lines." He still pressed on her like a storm brewing, and only needed a little more strength, her throat The tube will shatter.But he won't.

He is the kind of person who seems to be strong, powerful, and capable, but in fact he will accept it quickly and endure silently.

Ying Shui An suddenly let go of her and stood up straight.

Qiao Yuansi coughed desperately, half of it was really uncomfortable, half of it was pretending to be uncomfortable, because he wanted him to feel compassion for him.The uncooked rice has been cooked, and he will live in this world anyway, so why bother her, right?

The reason why she didn't take off her face was that she didn't want to scare him, so that he still had good feelings and fantasies about her.In the future, he will change in the future.

Ying Shui'an picked up the T-shirt from the ground, put it on without a word, raised his hand and pushed his black hair back, revealing those blood-red eyes, and looked at her for a while.

"Follow me to the bathroom."

Eh?Qiao Yuansi did not expect this order.Why do you need to go to the bathroom at this time... She had a lot of guesses in her mind, but she never expected that Yingshui An's second command was: "Sit in the bathtub."

Now I have to do it.

"What are you doing?" After Qiao Yuansi sat in, he turned his head to look pitiful, but he grabbed his wrist.Before she could react, he had quickly bound her right wrist to the bathroom faucet with a chain-style handcuff.

"This is also my special item. If you have nothing to do, you can try to break free and see if you can get out." When Ying Shui'an was talking, she didn't look at her, as if it was just a business necessity program.

"Wait a minute," Qiao Yuansi said anxiously, "What are you going to do?"

Ying Shui'an didn't say a word, turned around and left the bathroom. "I'm not going to work, they'll come looking for me!" She shouted at his back, but still didn't get any answer.

Was he going to leave her here to starve to death?
From outside came the sound of Ying Shui'an's footsteps—very heavy, it didn't look like him anymore—and the muffled sound of rummaging through boxes and things falling to the ground.Qiao Yuansi was out of shape, but his intelligence hadn't diminished, so he immediately understood: he was looking for the books that were used for her recovery.

Oops, she didn't get rid of those things, Qiao Yuansi thought as he tugged his wrist a few times—except for causing her own pain, the chain didn't even move, and it completely choked off her wrist. A little fantasy.

The bathroom is the best place for sound insulation in her house, and there is a green belt outside, no one can hear the call for help, but Yingshui'an even remembers this!
"You've got too many infections," Qiao Yuansi yelled out the door again in agitation, "It's useless, even if you can slow down the speed of change, you still—"

Ying Shui'an's tall and thin shadow stepped into the door frame and cut off the second half of her sentence.His hands were empty, and it was likely that he had found something and stuffed it into his ring.

When he walked in, the wind blew his bangs away for a moment, and the blood and tears disappeared in a flash.Immediately, he squatted down, and a salty, sea-like breath swirled from his baggy T-shirt, which made Qiao Yuansi startled slightly.

"Wait for me here," he said hoarsely, without looking at her, and gently inserted his fingers into her hair. "If you need to save the world to save you, that's fine."

　In terms of my personal aesthetics, I really like dark, morbid and distorted things and people (I believe everyone can see a little bit of it). Recently, it may be because of watching dramas, I thought of a brain hole that I had been brewing for a long time but finally disappeared. It's the group portraits I mentioned, basically none of them are normal people, a group of various pathological personalities.Really write it out, I don’t know how many audiences there will be. Compared with the doomsday, it may belong to the model of "the more you walk, the narrower you go"...

　
(End of this chapter)