When someone with depression enters the horror game

Shen Lian recalled her previous suicides.

They are all literary and artistic.

He looked at the chainsaw in his hand.

Very violent.

He slowly compared it to his neck.

Something knocked on the door of the morgue next door.

"Wow."

I should die, he thought for a while, and took away the chainsaw.

Well, he was afraid of this thing in his hand.

Too violent, too intuitive.It's like jumping off a building and lying on a rail, bloody.

Depression is when one's soul wants to kill one's own body, while the only rationality and the body's self-protection mechanism are struggling.

This time, the latter still won.

Well, after all, the chainsaw doesn't fit Shen Lian's violent aesthetics.

"Boom—" There was a loud noise from the next door.

Shen Lian was too familiar with this voice, breaking in or out of the door.

What came out?

footsteps.

He looked out through the crack of the door, and just met a pair of indifferent eyes.

It was the doctor with the gold-rimmed glasses.

Zheng Qing has been unable to figure out why an inexplicable dialog box appeared on his mobile phone.

What is the meaning of living?

Does life need meaning?To be alive is a meaning in itself.

At least many years later, his four-letter name will appear in history books with an extraordinary meaning.

--People.

What a great meaning.

He felt bored and clicked the wrong number in the upper right corner.

"If you don't choose within three seconds, the system will automatically agree to the game by default. Please arrive at the outpatient hall before ten o'clock."

The well-bred Zheng Qing suddenly wanted to swear.

Relying on the home field advantage of the hospital, he walked through all kinds of messy and unscientific scenes to the outpatient hall.The result was that it was just "'beautiful' Novice Village".

Then he was randomly teleported to a place he was extremely familiar with.

Morgue.

The door to the morgue was locked.

Zheng Qing really wanted to swear.

He looked around, the lights were dim and the air-conditioning was overwhelming.

There is nothing unusual about the freezer.

There were continuous sounds from outside.

There are people outside.

He also had a scalpel in his hand, a No. 20 blade.

The scalpel blade is made of high-carbon steel, which is much sharper than most blades, with excellent cutting and puncturing capabilities, and there is no problem with repeated use.

But because of its length, it is impossible to penetrate deep viscera.

Thanks to him for having the unprofessional habits of the French surgeons of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. (Note)

Although he can only consider cutting the trachea, arteries in the neck, brachial, femoral and eyes.

I don't know if these are useful for "ghosts".

Next door is the chainsaw room, maybe something outside has already got a chainsaw.

He kicked the door open.

Borrowing the faint light from the "Safe Passage" sign, Zheng Qing raised his head and saw the broken surveillance probe.

Sure enough, someone came.

There was a thin gap in the door of the chainsaw room. He looked through the gap and met a pair of eyes.

He knew the owner of these eyes.

This guy is No. 12 to enter the outpatient hall.

About 20 years old, with delicate facial features, with a kind of morbid paleness.

A black overcoat was casually wrapped over the hospital gown, the buttons were crookedly buttoned, his hair was messy, and he was in a panic.

There is a bandage on the left arm, which should be the injury before the start of the game; because the right ankle is sprained, so I stumbled while running.

First, he vomited wildly while hugging the trash can, and then broke down and cried. He looked like the kind of person in an ivory tower.

Zheng Qing noticed his eyes, the pupils were like obsidian, but his eyes were empty and blank, as if frightened.

just now.

Zheng Qing looked at the shattered camera and ruled out the possibility that this guy was teleported to the chainsaw room in the first place.

Purposefully smashing the camera and getting to the chainsaw, this guy is not as weak as he appears.

Scalpel and Chainsaw.

Zheng Qing is not stupid, he chose to leave quickly.

At this time, he heard the clear voice of the person in the chainsaw room: "Hello."

Zheng Qing still walked towards the stairs.

"Are there any spare freezers in the morgue?"

Zheng Qing felt that something was wrong, so he changed from walking to running, and left this gloomy floor.

Could this be the "ghost"?

Normal people shouldn't ask such questions.

Shen Lian took the chainsaw out of the door of the chainsaw room and entered the morgue.

"Extra freezer..." he said nervously to himself.

Tried to get one open.

Full of luck, no corpse occupation.

It's just that he didn't know if it was a pot of psychological hints, he always felt that the taste inside was indescribable.

Holding the chainsaw, he lay down happily, then stretched out the chainsaw and pushed the box in from the outside.

He doesn't know the temperature of the freezer, but it is said that sleeping at 14 degrees Celsius at night without a quilt may freeze to death, so this temperature is enough.

Freezing to death should be regarded as a better way to die. It was extremely cold at first, and then a satisfied smile would appear on the face due to thermal hallucinations due to the expansion of blood vessels.

Full score for the legacy.

What about suffocation?Although there is a seam on the top of the box.

Shen Lian was thinking in a daze, extremely peaceful.

The author has something to say:

Note: Speaking of the [-]th and [-]th centuries, the medical tree of French surgeons was crooked... It was fashionable for them to play with a gorgeous scalpel at any time.

The scalpel has evolved to be ornamental. (here refers to Zheng Qing carrying and playing with the scalpel at all times)