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"Detect—detect—"

"Warning—warning—"

"scp: 6782, Jiang Yilin's vital signs are gradually declining..."

"Detect—detect—"

"Danger alert—reminder—"

"scp: 6782 - Vital Signs: 0 -"

In another room, a man in a white uniform sitting on a high position just stared at all this with a cold expression.

And in those pitch-black eyes, at the end, an imperceptible disappointment flashed across.

"Did it really fail again?"

"...not it."

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——What kind of experience is death like?

At first, you will feel some pain in your chest, and then the oxygen will be slowly withdrawn. After you get used to the pain, you will find that you don’t need to breathe, and you will enjoy this kind of feeling, whole body, All the blood goes to the peaceful pleasure.

After your physical body dies, your brain is still active, with some remnants of consciousness.It's just that your consciousness is surrounded by transparent bubbles... The air is gradually filled with a chaotic aroma...

And when you die, your eyelids are not closed, people outside think you have lost consciousness completely, but, in a hidden corner, you can still think.

So you can only powerlessly open your eyes and watch all this happen... Unless someone gently closes your eyes with a gentle palm, can you bid farewell to this world.

Jiang Yilin was lying on the operating table, using his remaining consciousness to feel this thing that had never happened to him before.

It really is a very odd experience.

The dark-haired young man's eyes were slack, and he was held on the operating table by a black death doctor who was slightly taller than him, like a doll caught in a disaster.

scp: 049's fingers were cold, caressing the neck of the young man lying on the operating table.

His fingers lightly placed on Jiang Yilin's pulse.

The cyan vein that originally symbolized vitality has stopped beating.

scp: 049 lowered his head slightly, he gently sniffed the scent of the young man lying on the bed.

——Sweet fruit, but when it was at its peak, it went to decay... and the source of all this came from myself.

The doctor in black death clothes was almost obsessed with Jiang Yilin's breath.

SCP: 049 has handled countless corpses, but he has never felt such a contradictory fragrance.

"Goo-goo-"

scp: 049 swallowed lightly, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, his eyes were engrossed.

He needed to satisfy himself before performing surgery to revive the humanoid containment.

This is a very strange thing. Doctors of the Black Death have never cared so much about a corpse that has lost its vitality.

In the past, scp: 049 just wanted to bring them back to life out of the benevolence of the doctors...but now he thinks of more.

——This young man is different from others.

He is active.

This living body is actively seeking the embrace of death in order to approach itself...

Therefore, before bringing him back to life, he must belong to himself.

No, even after his resurrection, he will be mine, because I healed him...

—He is mine, that is the truth.

scp: 049 slowly caressed the cheek of the young body, as a doctor, it could see the skeleton of this humanoid creature more directly through the skin image.

How beautiful the bones of this body are...every inch of him is born just right.

scp: 049's gaze slowly moved to the purple-white lips of the young man. Due to the disappearance of his body functions, the young man's lips had an abnormal lip color, but it was even more tempting to attach himself to him. That pathological color, smeared with a little crystal.

The doctor in the black death robe bent down and carefully looked at the lips of the young man lying on the hospital bed.

He reached out to touch his beak mask again, thought about it, and finally made a decision.

next second...

The mask was torn off abruptly by SCP: 049, who cut a slit on his face with his fingers.

He snapped off his beak forcefully—in fact, the mask of scp:049 and the black robe were all connected to his skin.

He was using this almost masochistic method, trying to kiss this corpse that belonged to him.

scp: 049 made a big cut on his severed beak, as if acting as a human lip, and lightly kissed Jiang Yilin's lips.

When he kissed the corner of the human's lips, he opened his mouth in a low voice again, speaking sincerely like a confession.

"Don't struggle, I'm right here and I'll heal you."

scp: 049's words seem to be separated by a layer of mechanical sound, but his original voice has a masculine deep and magnetic. These two voices are mixed together to form the unique charm of a doctor.

scp: 049 stretched out his hand to touch the young man's chin, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm right here, and I'll heal you."

The bloody gash on the doctor's face moved gently from Jiang Yilin's lips to the young man's ear.

Following the movement of his lips, the black blood stains that seemed to be quenched with poison left a charming trace on the young man's fair skin.

scp: 049's unique smoky voice continued to sound.

"I can feel the plague on your body... It is my responsibility to let the whole world avoid it."

"You are not a doctor, my dear little corpse, you need me."

"—For you...I am your antidote."

………………

After a long time.

After contentedly kissing the corpse that belonged to him over and over again, scp: 049 slowly raised his head, and from the pair of black eyes that were only exposed, one could see the satisfaction in his heart at this moment.

"My dear corpse... from now on I will heal you."

He turned around and looked at the medical equipment on the tray he put aside, as if lost in thought.

The doctor's hand gently stroked these instruments with a cold metallic luster.

He seemed to be thinking about... How to formulate a set of unusual operations for this unique corpse to keep it alive.

And at the moment when scp:049 turned his head, what he didn't notice was that the young man who was lying on the hospital bed slowly turned his originally slack eyes, staring straight at scp:049's back .

………………

"Detect—detect—"

"Warning—warning—"

"scp6782, Jiang Yilin. The vital signs are gradually recovering—everything is normal—"

The prompt of the scp foundation's detection system sounded, and the man who was sitting on the seat slowly stood up.

He touched the ring with complicated patterns in his hand, his eyes became extremely eager.

--is it you……?

………………

Death...is a very strange feeling indeed.

Jiang Yilin rolled his eyes to make sure of himself. After the current situation, thinking like this, coming back from the dead...is a wonderful experience.

The black-haired young man found that when he got used to the plague-like toxin in scp:049's body, he didn't need the so-called doctor's treatment at all.

He could feel his body slowly becoming alive.

"Plop-plop-"

Heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

"Drums—drums—"

It was the sound of blood flowing again.

--What is the actual cause?

When Jiang Yilin found that his body was recovering slowly, he began to realize the difference between himself and others that could not be obvious.

The black-haired young man licked his lips and began to analyze in his mind.

In the first room, he met scp: 096, the shy one. The characteristic of [shy people] is that after seeing their faces, they will go crazy and start to enter a state of killing.

——And in the first room, Jiang Yilin possessed the ability to comfort the spirit.

In the second room, he met the Itchyman and the Eyed Beans. The Itchyman has a habit of compulsively trying to make people laugh, and Jiang Yilin's ability is a mental shock, which makes the Itchyman stop his behavior.

In the third room, when facing the statue, he did not explore other abilities in his body.

However, in the fourth room, when he faced the doctor who brought people death first and then new life, Jiang Yilin was able to make his body glow with vitality first.

Thinking of this, the black-haired young man began to slowly express his guesses to the system in his mind.

"This is too strange, isn't it? These so-called traits don't seem to be produced on their own initiative, just like when facing each different containment, when the body collects enough samples, according to their perception My own injury has produced a certain ability to resist."

"So my real ability should not be something like mental intrusion, but... an ability similar to the ability to learn and transform other creatures."

After listening to his words, the system gave a reply.

[Ding——Ding——]

[Detection——detection——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 46%]

The system said, [Mr. Jiang, you are right about a small part, but about the real ability of your body... there is another part, you are not right. 】

——Not quite right?

Jiang Yilin thoughtfully broke away from the system's consciousness.

the other side.

"A rustling--"

scp049 was still stroking his metal instrument, seemingly caught in a dilemma.

——What method should be used to bring the corpse back to life and smile at him?

——What kind of painless method should be used to make everything perfect?

The doctor wearing the black death robe was still thinking about it, but what he couldn't think of was that on the bed behind him, what he thought was a corpse that was completely in vital signs... slowly sat up Get up.

The black-haired young man's lips were still abnormally blue-purple, and his left cheek was stained with a layer of purple-black blood stains. Combined with his handsome facial features and cool temperament, the charm seemed to come from In the abyss, there is a demon that leads people to fall.

When the black-haired young man sat up, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture. Little Dough, who had been anxiously guarding the dark place, immediately rushed over.

When scp:049 was not guarded, the light-colored pulp-like creature continued to expand, tightly tightening the 1-meter-tall doctor into a ball.

In an instant, the doctor fell to the ground.

Jiang Yilin slowly walked towards the creature that fell to the ground, and used his feet to lift the man's jaw that had been torn open by himself.

The black-haired young man slightly bent his lips, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and said with a half-smile, "Are you very courageous? Huh?"

The doctor, whose mouth was covered by the dough, whimpered, as if he wanted to say something.

Jiang Yilin gestured to the little dough with his eyes, and the berry-colored creature twisted a bit, allowing the doctor to speak normally.

"...I just want to heal you."

A soft voice sounded from the doctor's mouth, it was extremely low, but it seemed extremely sincere.

--cure?

Jiang Yilin raised his eyebrows with a sneer and said, "I don't need to be cured."

He bent down slightly, and whispered in the doctor's ear, "I am myself, and I don't need anyone's healing."

After finishing speaking, the black-haired young man lifted the black death doctor whole and put it on the operating table, tore the quilt thrown on the ground into rag-shaped objects, and tied the doctor tightly to the operating table. on stage.

The little dough melted down from scp: 049's body, and then gently climbed onto Jiang Yilin's shoulders.

"No, no...you listen to me, you need me..."

"This world is about to be covered by a plague...you need me, you will always need me...you need my healing, you can't live without me."

In the midst of scp: 049's almost desperate pleading, Jiang Yilin stuffed a large string of cloth strips into his slashed opening, and spoke softly.

"Oh, actually I don't need you... I don't need anyone, I just need myself."

"—I am my own salvation... Do you understand?"

The black-haired young man said with a slight smile, and under the doctor's unwilling and obsessed gaze, he took the little dough and walked to the next room.