When someone with depression enters the horror game

Shen Lian didn't know how long it had passed, it might have been a few minutes, or it might have been longer, but at least when he was disturbed by the weird voice and opened his eyes, he was still awake.

That sound is like amplifying the decibels of pulling and pushing drawers many times.

He saw a human face.

A face with dilated pupils, a sallow complexion, and skin that has lost its elasticity.

Shen Lian adjusted her posture subconsciously, and shot the chainsaw horizontally, so the corpse stepped back a few steps, and the face that was not very good-looking was even more distorted.

Shen Lian looked up, only to find that his freezer had been pulled open.

Others' freezers were also opened.

All kinds of corpses turned their heads in unison, staring at him with those empty eyes, all in unison.

"Hey——"

The chainsaw sounded.

The corpse closest to him looked like a sliced ​​watermelon.

Red mixed with white and yellow splashed on him, that was blood, brain and gray matter.

The entire morgue seemed to be a flat surface, the dark background was splashed with bright red paint, and someone used a chainsaw to complete a thick and colorful impressionist painting.

The corpse that jumped on it was drooling, and the teeth and nails had evolved to the limit that humans would never reach.

Shen Lian had no doubt that they would pounce on him and tear him apart, stuffing his shredded meat into their esophagus, which might have been rotten.

The wound on Shen Lian's left wrist seemed to have burst open, and those dead people seemed to be sharks that smelled blood, attacking in all directions even more excitedly.

Shen Lian's desire to complain came up again untimely, he couldn't figure out why this group of people still kept their sense of smell when they were so cold.

Fortunately, their limbs were severely rigid.

There were too many dead bodies, and he was close to losing strength, and the chainsaw was about to drop.

Shen Lian suddenly didn't know what she was doing.

He repeated mechanically numb movements, chopping up a group of dead people.

What's the point?

Put down the chainsaw, and that's it.Didn't the hypocritical self want to die?

Blood was splattered on his face, and he wanted to wipe it, but he couldn't move his hand.

Put down the chainsaw.

Put down the chainsaw.

The gates of heaven will open to you.

There seemed to be some invisible voice luring him.

Shen Lian suddenly woke up.

Fuck you, are you a nihilist who bullies me?

All fools know that people who commit suicide in Christianity cannot go to heaven.

He swung the chainsaw again and rushed out.

"Di—the system generates a program again, with random time, random location, and random transfer."

Shen Lian sat on the floor of the MRI room, and the chainsaw made a "bang" sound when it was released.

"I seem to have a little European air?" He told himself a cold joke, so cold that he was expressionless.

"Something's wrong," he thought.

Why did I want to put down the chainsaw?

After putting down the chainsaw, he would be eaten alive by those corpses, sucking the marrow and eating the flesh.

This is too inconsistent with my own death aesthetics and suicide ethics.

He couldn't even accept "beauty" (note), so how could he endure it?

Is something affecting me?

This time he woke up, maybe it was because of the attribute of "expressionless and crazy inside" engraved in his blood?

He froze himself again.

He found the coat that a certain doctor left in the cabinet and changed it, wiped the blood on the ground, and hid the bloody coat.

Picking up the chainsaw, I walked to the dead corner of the MRI room - there was a row of chairs there.

He sat behind the chair and hid himself.

He needs to rest.

Holding hands, Wang Xiaoyan and Feng Yan carefully pushed open the door of the MRI room.

They were wearing the school uniforms of the nearby high school. This kind of school uniform was very recognizable, red and white. From a distance, it looked like two bottles of Nongfu Spring.

They were panicked and frightened during this period of time, but fortunately they did not encounter any substantial danger.

"There's no one here, we can hide for a while longer."

Feng Yu turned her head and comforted her best friend in a soft voice.

Wang Xiaoyan looked at her.

Feng Yan is really a beautiful girl, even her disheveled hair and pale face can't stop her picturesque eyes and good features.Even the baggy school uniform looked a little slim on her body.

"That's great." Wang Xiaoyan thought.

They went in and sat on the floor.

The author has something to say:

Note: The highest state of the love circle may be ice love and beauty.Beautiful color is taken from the idiom "beautiful color can be eaten", here it refers to eating the person you like or being eaten by the person you like.

Welcome to the little fairy to correct me.

In fact, normal depression patients do not have the mobility and thinking ability of Shen Lianbao. After all, depression will lead to limb weakness, memory and logical thinking ability decline.