Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

The hallway was dimly lit and filled with the hard, cold moisture of the concrete floor.

Yu Haohuai leaned against the wall, listening to Xu Minglang's heartbroken weeping, he couldn't help but be infected by sadness. He opened his eyes and saw Zhou Xuerong's upper body was naked, his back was up, and there were stitch marks around his neck.He wondered where the needle and thread came from, but saw a black cloth bag spread out on the ground, as well as some gauze and tape.And Xu Minglang was stroking the cheek of the person in his arms with his hands, feeling perverted and numb.

Yu Haohuai suddenly felt a sense of unreality, the murderous monster he wanted to hunt down, but at this moment, under his gaze, he was as dull as a corpse.

If he really died like this, it should be regarded as an apology for those homeless people who died innocently, Yu Haohuai thought.

All the blood on Zhou Xuerong's face was wiped off, her rhombus-shaped lips were as pale as paper, and her eyes were covered by her drooping hair, which was stained with plasma.

Xu Minglang tried his best to suppress the trembling, the blood had stopped, but he still couldn't see the young man waking up, he was not a doctor, so he didn't know how to judge the injury, maybe Zhou Xuerong was just too tired, or it was really like what Yu Haohuai said , is hemorrhagic shock, can only wait for death...

he does not know.With trembling fingertips, he brushed aside the young man's broken hair, only to see a pair of open, dull eyes.

"...Zhou Xuerong?" Xu Minglang first sniffed and found that his breathing was normal, and then suddenly became excited.

Great... Zhou Xuerong is still saved!

"You must not sleep! It will be dawn soon, I will take you out, let's leave here together!" Xu Minglang patted Zhou Xuerong's cheek, kneaded his palm, talked to him, but couldn't get any response .

Those eyes stared blankly ahead without blinking, as if they had become a breathing wax figure.

"...What's the matter with you?" Xu Minglang raised Zhou Xuerong's arm, trying to put it on his face, but found that the arm was stiff, and the posture was unnaturally maintained.

He was taken aback, thinking that Zhou Xuerong had been hit by a Gu, and even called Yu Haohuai's name: "Come and see, what's wrong with Zhou Xuerong?!"

Yu Haohuai stood up with difficulty, walked to the side of the two, looked down at Zhou Xuerong's face, and frowned.

The two worked together to turn the person over. Yu Haohuai looked at the condition of the wound. Because of the sutures, the blood on the back basically stopped. Thanks to the cotton padded jacket as a buffer, the wound was not as deep as imagined, but after The neck was already bloody and bloody. Zhou Xuerong was lucky enough to avoid the arteries in the two penetrating wounds on the neck, but it is not known whether there was any damage to the larynx.

He fiddled with Zhou Xuerong's arm, and found that the arm was frighteningly stiff, but it didn't look like it was caused by a spinal cord injury...

"How is he?!" Xu Minglang asked hastily.

"It's not hemorrhagic shock." Yu Haohuai struggled, and didn't know how to explain it properly for a while, "It's a bit like nervousness. My aunt suffered from postpartum depression the year before last, and she got this disease. She doesn't move all day long. We commonly call it numbness. .”

"'Stupid'...?"

"If a relative hadn't had this disease, I really don't know." Yu Haohuai motioned Xu Minglang to lift Zhou Xuerong's eyelids, and took a look, "This kind of disease is usually caused by psychological factors. Zhou Xuerong's possibility is Acute stress response."

Xu Minglang couldn't understand these academic terms, he just wanted to know if Zhou Xuerong could survive.

Yu Haohuai was thoughtful: "Has he had a history of mental illness before?"

"How many times have I told you that I didn't even know him before!" Xu Minglang couldn't help becoming irritable.

"Believe it or not, I reminded you that Zhou Xuerong is the 'Rubik's Cube Killer'. You haven't seen the scene of him fighting that wolf just now..." Yu Haohuai raised his head and sighed, as if Can't bear to recall, "It's really scarier than that werewolf. You know that his 'stuck' reaction is actually common in patients with schizophrenia and depression."

Xu Minglang lowered his head and called Zhou Xuerong's name, but ignored Yu Haohuai.

"That kind of murderous aura is not something that ordinary people can have, that is, just now, I am more sure that Zhou Xuerong is the 'Rubik's Cube Killer', there can be no one else. What's more, this kind of stupor reaction is mostly seen in people with mental disorders , if it is said that Zhou Xuerong suffers from split personality, explaining his serial killings couldn't be easier."

Hearing this, Xu Minglang sneered: "Even if you're stuck in this hypocritical world, you're still obsessed with 'Rubik's Cube Killer'. I really don't know whether to praise you for your dedication or stubbornness."

Yu Haohuai was stunned, and closed his eyes.

If the world is destroyed in the next second, who can witness the figure of justice he pursues?

But for Xu Minglang at this moment, his world is slowly moving away from him, but he is helpless.Waiting became an existence that was more tormenting than exhaustion. He had never believed in gods and Buddhas, but he begged the gods in his heart, as long as Zhou Xuerong could wake up, he would do anything.

Then miraculously, he felt the body in his arms bouncing.

Xu Minglang was overjoyed: "Zhou Xuerong! Are you awake?"

Yu Haohuai woke up when he heard the voice, thinking that Xu Minglang was talking nonsense, but the next second, Zhou Xuerong stood up unsteadily.

Xu Minglang stood up after him, reaching out his hand to help him, but saw the pair of eyes staring at him intently.

But the fire in those eyes went out, there was no love, just indifference, as if he didn't know who the person in front of him was.

Xu Minglang stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, but he was grabbed by the wrist and pressed against the wall.

"Zhou..." Before he could say the words, Xu Minglang's neck was strangled.

The faces of the two were so close that Xu Minglang could even smell the blood on each other's body. Immediately afterwards, his neck was tightened with such force that he couldn't breathe, his face flushed instantly, and his hands were carelessly on Zhou Xuerong's chest. slap.

Yu Haohuai endured the pain, pulled out the stool legs from the werewolf, and slowly approached Zhou Xuerong from behind.

"...Woo...don't...slap..." Xu Minglang squeezed out a few syllables from the back, "Please...you..."

Yu Haohuai was in a stalemate for a moment, but he still threw down the legs of the stool, rushed forward and locked Zhou Xuerong's throat from behind with his only healthy arm, allowing Xu Minglang to breathe.

"Hey! Be sober!" Yu Haohuai almost lost control of the young man in his arms, and shouted, "Xu Minglang! Help hold him down!"

Xu Minglang pressed his throat that was nearly dislocated, and looked at the opposite person with sympathy. The young man struggled and writhed like a madman, wanting to pounce on him again.

He called out in a hoarse voice: "...Xiaoxue...it's me..."

The young man made a deep angry sound, and hit Yu Haohuai's face with his elbow several times, in exchange for the people behind him screaming in agony.

Xu Minglang stepped forward and hugged Zhou Xuerong forcefully, and felt the cold and slippery skin on his chest from the side of his face. He didn't understand what happened to Zhou Xuerong, why he suddenly became as if he didn't know him...

His hot tears couldn't stop streaming, and soon wet the cloth on Zhou Xuerong's chest.

Memories are like a cold, black sea.

The maggots on the legs peeled off to reveal the flesh inside, then scabbed and healed.

That leg became Miao Fang's heart disease, entangled with his dark memories.

After returning home, he became taciturn and unable to communicate normally with others. Facing the parents who confessed to him after learning the truth, he also stood on the sidelines, and occasionally a few words were ridiculed.

This time he was really addicted to the pleasure of the Internet, playing games until he vomited, and spending the night in novels and movies to escape reality.His grades in the college entrance examination plummeted, and while he missed the university he had dreamed of, he also knew that he had lost the ability to live a normal life.

In the three private schools, he dropped out of school after only half a semester. He nestled in his room, indulged in the virtual world, indulged in the lingering haze.

For a long time, he thought that he was the most unfortunate existence, but he didn't know that Wu Changde didn't even have the right to live.

If only he had let Wu Changde go first.Or he is willing to stop and go back to help him... No matter what you do, it may change Wu Changde's fate...

But it's too late now.

Miao Fang suddenly realized, did Zhao Dongxiang and Cao Jing also experienced the same trial before their death?Did they deserve their death?

Is there really a god in this world?

But if there is a god, how could Wu Changde become such a ghost?He deserves to be rested in peace...

Miao Fang struggled desperately to break free from the shackles of the black water, and was finally able to tear open a gap. While sucking in the air, he shouted, "What do I have to do?! To free you!"

The corner of Wu Changde's mouth twitched, making what could be called a grinning expression, he reached into the rotten abdominal cavity and stirred it, and then took out a pile of macerated rotten paper.

The black water faded from Miao Fang's face, and he saw that the paper paste was miraculously unfolding, slowly returning to flatness, becoming dry, and lines of writing emerged.

"You want me to rest in peace? Hahahahaha..." Wu Changde smiled sharply, with a ferocious face, "I can't rest in peace, Miao Fang. Look at what I have become? Rotten, I was beaten and humiliated by them, tied to a radiator for three days without food or drink, and then I died..."

"And where have you been these three days?"

Miao Fang buried his head and knelt down, carrying an invisible tombstone on his back.

Wu Changde giggled.

"Do you know what I'm really desperate for? It was only the second day after I was tied up that I realized that Wang Mengran hadn't been able to escape at all. She had also been abused like me. She was desperate in pain, but no one to save her."

"You didn't come to save me, and I couldn't save her either."

"Actually, you and I are the same."

Miao Fang raised his head and saw Wu Changde open his arms and made a hug gesture: "In fact, you have been living for so many years. You know that you have no future. You are so proud, how can you accept your disability? This world is so Cruel and so dirty, but you can't do anything about it, so why don't you join me and leave this world first before being abandoned by the world?"

Miao lowered her head and looked at her left leg. Most of the memories in her mind were her mother's hysterical crying, her numbness when she was ridiculed by relatives during the Chinese New Year, and the "home" that was as quiet as a grave all day long.These are not things worth remembering.If he had to pick out a colorful clip, it would be when he watched Ye Jiawen go to school from the window every night.

He suddenly remembered the words Xu Minglang scolded him in front of the hospital.

"Have you ever thought that you have the opportunity to do something?"

He seems to have always been inconsistent, and his weak body has always refused to implement what he thinks in his mind, so he abandoned Ye Jiawen because of fear, and he chose to be wise and protect himself when others needed help.

He thought it was just a choice, but found that some choices can kill people.

So he stood up and limped towards Wu Changde.

Oh, by the way, Ye Jiawen doesn't seem to know that he likes her...

Miao Fang suddenly felt a little regretful. He regretted that he finally met Ye Jiawen again, but he used harsh words. He seemed to never know how to be honest, and he liked to blame others. No wonder Ye Jiawen didn't like him.

Black water spread from the soles of his feet, climbed up his back, and pushed him forward.

Miao Fang closed his eyes, and he seemed to have returned to the nights when he watched the girl one after another. He sat on the window sill with a book, pretending to be reading, but his mind was full of guesses about the girl, guessing her name, character, and fantasies. One day they will meet again like a love movie.

But the reality is so ugly, what he shows the girl is his meanest and unbearable side.

He wants to say that he also has many advantages. As for many disadvantages, he can learn slowly...

ah.He forgot.

He is running out of time.

The black water slowly pushed him into the rotten embrace, Wu Changde tightened his arms, squeezed the seedling into the cavity in front of the chest bit by bit, and fused with the rotten organs.

After a few seconds, the black dirt faded from the walls and tiles, and the space returned to whiteness. The barrier outside the window disappeared at some point, and thousands of rays of golden light penetrated the mist, shone on the endless snow field, and also sprinkled into the window. .

Under the bright black and white light and shadow, a pair of dangling feet gradually stopped twitching, just like the snow falling peacefully outside the window.