romantic love

I sat on the cold ground, opening and closing my lips quietly.

I know that I am not making any sound, but I also know that every cell in me is screaming, every structure is screaming like a ghost, but when they form the vocal cords, Adam's apple and windpipe, all that remains is A slightly shuddering silence.

I am shaking, I can see my eyelashes shaking, my hair shaking, my arms shaking, I am shaking like I have epilepsy, but my mind is unexpectedly clear, and I have been having frequent seizures these days The headache was gone now, and it was clear from Lingtai to Baihui.

Therefore, I can clearly identify what is placed in front of me—in a huge and heavy glass container, a human head is submerged in a pungent chemical liquid, and the long golden hair is floating like water plants, revealing a dead eye. Face.

That was my younger brother. He stared at me intently with wide, clear blue eyes. I could even see myself in his pupils, and I could see myself sitting on the ground, shivering and embarrassed.

I actually wanted to scream, and I knew that as long as I screamed at this moment, I would still be saved, and I still hoped to slowly return to a rational and normal person through emotional relief and outbursts.

But I can't call out.

It was as if someone strangled my throat hard. No matter how hard I tried to make a sound, I couldn’t utter a single word. The anger, hatred, and pain that almost burst out of my body were like a mouthful of phlegm, which formed a knot in my throat. A thick and slippery cocoon not only blocked my speech, but also wanted to block my breathing, and wanted me to die in front of my brother's head, so that we could continue to be together in purgatory.

If my mind had already collapsed, I might be dead at this moment, but it is a pity, and it is a pity, that my mental state is very good now, and I have never been more rational. I stared at the vessel in front of me, Slowly holding it around, I found a line of big red characters on the back of the container without any surprise:

"Warning!!!"

The three bright red exclamation marks are particularly eye-catching. At this moment, I don’t have much sense of smell, and I can’t tell whether it’s paint or blood, but I know what this line of bloody words is trying to warn me—it tells me: Our plan has been completely exhausted. exposed.

It’s not just being exposed, but that huge unknown force entangles us like tarsal gangrene. It may be any wisp of black mist that we inadvertently inhale, seeping into our bodies all the time.

I opened the curtains and looked out of the window, and at a glance I saw the surveillance camera hanging on the side of the building in the distance. The black circular glossy surface was like a dark pupil, staring at me coldly and ironically. Every move is taken into it.

I am being watched!It must be so!Otherwise, how could they know the time of my action so quickly?Unless there is a traitor in Lu Xuyan's team, even so, he must be staring at me from afar, watching my every move with cold eyes, and suddenly shot me when I was most helpless and at a loss, pushing me to the edge of madness.

Who is trying to drive me crazy?

Who is watching me?

I raised my head, because I had been squatting on the ground for too long, and a large snowflake trembled in front of my eyes, black and white intertwined. At first glance, it looked like [-] blue and white eyes. I.

I screamed silently and grabbed the terminal that I had thrown aside. I wanted to call for help, but stared at the address book in a daze.

I thought of Lin Lu who knew my whereabouts like the back of my hand, the cameras in the office monitoring my work, Miss Cinderella and the "entry test" sent by Lu Xuyan, and the gaze Julia looked away from me .

I was desperate to find that the problem didn't seem to be "who was spying on me", I wasn't even sure who around me wasn't spying on me.

I bit my lip and slammed the terminal against the wall. With a loud noise, the electronic equipment that had accompanied me for many years was shattered into a pile of waste on the ground. I have never recited any number, so from here For a moment I can no longer contact those people!This realization made me unspeakably happy. I opened my mouth to laugh out loud, but only made a strange sound of "叮句". I realized that I seemed to be aphasic, but it was nothing. Yeah, I don't have to deal with those goddamn guys anymore.

Just as I was kneeling on the ground like a ball of mud, the bedroom door opened.

I looked up and saw Sangsang walking out of the room.

My mind suddenly became chaotic, and while I was thinking about hiding those dirty things, a faint dawn broke through my mind: I still have Sangsang.

At least I still have Sangsang.

He promised me that he would never leave me and never hurt me.

Only he, only he will never spy on me or betray me, he stands in front of me, wearing a white windbreaker over his nightgown, looks a bit like a doctor in a white coat from a distance, messy attire It looked like he was wearing it in a hurry, he was worried about me.

I moved towards him with my limbs stiff, and for a moment I almost forgot that I was a human being who could stand up and walk.

Sangsang strode over, picked me up from the ground, put me on the sofa beside her, and gently wiped the sweat on my forehead with a paper towel.

Only then did I realize that my eyes were almost dazzled by sweat, and I clearly knew that it was sweat, not tears. I couldn't cry, just like I couldn't laugh.

My Angie just hugged me quietly, he didn't say anything, his clear black eyes reflected all my sorrows like a mirror, this is the first time I saw his eyes like this, it was like It's all-knowing clarity, sorrow, and... compassion.

This sight made me very uncomfortable. I reached out to cover his eyes, but he grabbed the palm of my hand.

He kissed my fingertips softly, rubbed his fingertips on the inside of my arm, slid all the way down, landed on my Adam's apple, and pressed it meticulously.

I told him with my lips: I can't speak for the time being, don't worry, it's fine.

He nodded and bit my finger between his teeth to show his understanding. He is always like this, like a cat, who always likes to express his wishes with intimate licks and bites instead of words.

I reluctantly pulled my lips at him, and continued to say silently: "Help me pull up the curtains. I always feel that someone is watching me. I'm so scared."

His movements faltered slightly, but he still did it without hesitation, and then he sat back on the sofa and hugged me tightly in his arms.

I really want to say something to him, I want him to comfort me, I want him to tell me that the head is fake, it's a damn prank, I want him to tell me, Meng Liang, you're just dreaming, wake up After that, everything will be fine.

I hope he can kiss me, I desperately need his lips, his coquettish but brutal bite, but with my back to him, he can't understand my silent expression.

Just when I thought this quiet hug would last forever, the siren sound from afar broke the silence.

At first I didn't notice the sudden sound. There is never a shortage of police cars and ambulances on the street, and passers-by never think that they are heading towards them. However, when the siren suddenly stopped in front of my apartment , I woke up suddenly, jumped up from the sofa, dragged Sangsang and pushed her upstairs.

"Meng Liang?" He frowned and asked me.

I couldn't answer, so I had to keep saying to him with my lips: quickly hide, don't be taken away by them!

There was still hesitation in his footsteps, so I ruthlessly pushed him out of the narrow door of the attic, then locked the door as fast as I could in my life, and returned to the living room as if nothing had happened.

The next second the police broke into the door. I have seen the one who rushed to the front more than once. He was the one who persuaded me to send my younger brother to the shelter many times.

Instead of looking at the head rolling to the ground, he apologized directly to me, then grabbed my hand and pressed it on an electronic touch screen.

I watched coldly as the number on it changed from green to yellow to red, and finally turned into a bloody "508". Unexpectedly, it was exactly the same color as the letters written on my brother's face.

Mr. Police took a deep breath, put handcuffs on me, turned to the people behind him and said, "The mental wave value has exceeded the potential crime point, so send it to Briar Rose."

When I was twisted into the Briar, I thought it was a little funny.

At this time yesterday, I was standing on this beach, listening to the sound of the waves and the roaring wedding march, holding my long-awaited lover, and discussing how to get into the church on the side. Today I am back here, as a long-term resident His identity was locked up in the notorious Briar Sanatorium.

I can still hear the sound of the sea, the chiming of bells and the playfulness of tourists. The Haiwei Pier has not changed, except that I have changed from a comfortable traveler to a maned dog trapped in a cage.

I was lying on the narrow bed, staring at the ceiling with distracted eyes, deaf to the clinical crying and laughing.

The ward is gray and highly mechanized like the Angel Asylum. There are twelve patients in one room, no windows, and only one exhaust vent hanging far from the three-meter-high ceiling, although the data shows that the air quality meets the demand indicators , but such a facility always makes people feel difficult to breathe, and every breath that enters the nasal cavity is like a greedy sip of fine wine, which makes people suffocate and addicted.

One-on-one psychotherapy is not popular in this era, at least wild rose is not. People are very busy and their time is limited. If there is another way, no one wants to spend a long time pouring out their hearts to a stranger, nor Workers have the patience to build a relationship with a bunch of lunatics who can't communicate.The use of drugs is mature enough, and gene correction has sufficient clinical experience. For a patient like me who is stimulated and neurotic, they even only need to open my head, deal with that part of bad memory, and turn my brother into an incompetent Useless gigantic worm whose death will henceforth be to me as incapable of evoking any emotion as a cockroach being slapped to death at home.

Advanced technology can always bring such benefits. No matter how complicated and diverse things are, after converting them into 0 and 1, there is nothing that cannot be solved by a string of codes; the same is true of the development of the times. Intangible characters, the transaction of life and dignity can gradually be marked with the declaration of human rights.

I will never let it push me around.

After I learned about the treatment process I might face, I decided-I would rather die in this bed and strangle my throat with the wire I picked out from the mattress than let those cold pipes go in. My head, let the venomous tentacles spy on my insignificant but precious memories.

They monitored my every move and tried to bury their eyes deep in my heart. The successive cognitions put my nerves in a tense state anytime and anywhere. I can feel that half of my foot has already passed Stepping past the brink, I longed desperately for some kind of change, maybe even some kind of destruction that would turn everything around.

I can't hold back anything, at least I have to hold on to my brain.

I don’t know how long it took before the radio above my head rang. The nurse came in, pushed us out of bed, drove us into the collective bathroom, and prepared gray and white striped hospital gowns. This proficient and rigid process made me the first time Time reminds me of prisons. Mental hospitals have been equated with prisons since ancient times.

Wild Rose's bathroom is very clean, so clean that it's a bit inhumane. Even the metal nozzle has a faint smell of disinfectant, which is not good, but at least it's better than the sticky feeling that has been touched by hundreds of thousands of people.I turned on the shower, and the warm water flowed out soothingly. The water temperature and intensity were set to perfectly meet people's physiological needs. The moment the sound of water sounded, a melodious sonata sounded in the narrow compartment.

I was taken aback, I've heard this song before, and it's not an exaggeration to say it's my favorite song.

The nerves that were already tense were pulled to the brink of breaking again—the wild rose's spying on me had already started silently.

""The Withered Wild Rose"." An abrupt voice interrupted my thinking, and a slender figure appeared in front of my eyes in the hazy mist.

I took a step back abruptly, subconsciously making a defensive gesture.

"Few people still like this kind of romantic music." That person stayed about fifty centimeters in front of me, a distance that was not too close but somewhat offensive.

Through the dense fog, I couldn't see his face, but I could only vaguely see his figure. For some reason, I felt that he looked a little like Sangsang, and a little like Lu Xuyan. When combined together, he was a me Someone I don't know at all.

I tried to warn him to go back to his cubicle, but I couldn't speak, my stress aphasia wasn't healed yet.

I could feel his eyes moving back and forth on my naked body, and I counted silently, if he didn't get out by the count of ten, I would hit him hard.

However, when I counted to nine, he made a movement that I couldn't think of anyway.

He kissed me.

The moment the lips were touched, I kicked him hard, but unfortunately only kicked a cloud of water mist, and he avoided my movement like a slippery fish.

"Shhh—" he whispered to me, "I gave you something that you have cherished for a long time, do you feel it?"

I frowned, and wanted to question who he was and why he came to me suddenly, but at the next moment, the nurses who poured in took him away like a prisoner, and my attending physician even personally protected me from the bathroom. Jiongjiong watched me put on the hospital gown.

I asked with my lips: who is he?

"A lunatic." The doctor shrugged. "He's always been like this, scurrying around in the bathroom harassing new patients."

I continued to ask: Are you watching me take a shower?

"That's to ensure your safety." He responded to my question without hesitation, "It seems very necessary now, doesn't it?"

I stopped talking, and the attending physician left after explaining a few words to the head nurse.

"Mr. Meng." The head nurse came to me, "Your ward has been adjusted, please follow me."

I guess this may be the arrangement of some people above. Since they can put my brother's head on the door of my house openly, they must also quietly make my illness never recover, or let it change from a chronic disease to a disease. Terminally ill.

I don't care, maybe it's better this way.

"This is your room." The head nurse led me to the innermost room and opened the door with a key. "Considering your special situation, we have arranged a single room for you."

I thought it was true, but when I saw the scene behind the door, I was suddenly dumbfounded.

Compared with the gray 12-person room before, this single room is as beautiful as a fairyland, which does not match the reputation of the wild rose, and is also incompatible with the style of the entire generation of the Black Triangle.

This is a children's room. Its bed is a large pumpkin carriage. One wall is painted with blue and white clouds, and the other wall is painted with palace banquets. The pink carpet is cut into the shape of a skirt, and the floor tiles are carved with a couple The dancing crystal slipper has a window, and the dense iron fence is wrapped with wild rose vines and bright red bones, just like the garden wall of an old castle.

But these are not the most eye-catching. I looked up at the ceiling, and the fairy godmother painted in gold powder and silver stood tall, with a gentle and compassionate smile, her curly long hair exuding a luster like silver, and her black eyes like water were gazing with tolerance and love. everyone in the house.

The fairy godmother held three stars in her hands, and upon closer inspection, she saw that they were three chandeliers. The head nurse turned on the switch, and the chandeliers gradually turned red.

"This is actually a simple mental wave detector." The head nurse told me, "Red ones represent strong aggression, yellow ones are less aggressive, and green ones are common mental problems, not destructive." He paused After a pause, he added, "After the light turns green, you should be able to talk."

I didn't listen and didn't care, I just stared at him and asked: What does this room mean?

"This was used to be used by children." He replied casually, "Later, few children came, so it was left unused for a long time. It just so happens that you are in a special situation, and this room is suitable for you."

I told him seriously: I hate Cinderella.

He smiled "puchi", apparently not taking it to heart, and patted me on the shoulder, telling me to go to bed early.

I watched his back disappear outside the door, and reached out to turn off the chandelier, but no matter how I pressed it, the faint red light remained on stubbornly.

I hammered the wall bitterly.

Resisting to no avail, I got into the ridiculous pumpkin carriage feebly, looked at the monitor in the corner, pulled up the curtain of the carriage, and sealed myself in the dark and narrow space.

After confirming that the surrounding eyes disappeared, I shrank back into bed, opened my mouth, and took out a thin piece from under the base of my tongue.

It was passed into my mouth by the lunatic in the bathroom just now, and coincidentally, I know it.

— This is a chip bomb.

Julia once introduced it to me, I know that as long as this small piece can blow up the whole briar, the only price is that it needs to use the bite of the teeth as the fuse, and human blood and flesh as the catalyst and fuel .

This is what I crave, something that can destroy everything.

It was there when I needed it most.