When someone with depression enters the horror game

Shen Lian looked at Feng Yu's body.

He bowed to her and said silently: "The dead rest in peace."

He went to the back of the chair and sat down again, looking at his watch.

Four in the morning.

There is still an hour left to survive.

There might be another random teleportation, and he'll have to prepare for the worst.

He closed his eyes and cleared his mind.

The head hurts intermittently.

It was a necessary side effect of antidepressants, although he had already vomited once today.

Fortunately, he has been in pain many times, and he got used to the pain.

He started rambling again.

What would be your expression if your friend came back from work and found that he was gone?

What would be his expression if his friends searched for him but found nothing?

He must have thought that he found a corner to die, and he was no longer alive.

Will he be sad?

But Shen Lian thought that the friend might let out a long breath, and be glad that she finally got rid of this trouble of her own.

Shen Lian likes the world he is in now, because he knows that everything here is fake.

He doesn't have to think about the philosophical question of "close your eyes and the world doesn't exist" every day in the normal world, and doesn't have to worry about whether the world is true or not.

This horror world is too in line with his three views of world nihilism and subjective idealism.

It's even so good that you can die anytime, anywhere.

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

It was four thirty in the morning.

Shen Lian had an ominous premonition, because he saw three corpses at the new place he was teleported to.

The vicious man with the axe, the white-collar woman who took off her high heels, and another man all fell to the blood-red ground.

The two men are fine, but this beautiful lady is horrible and seems to have suffered inhuman treatment.

Her clothes were torn, her lower abdomen was cut open, her uterus was ripped out, and her genitals were even more bloody...

Her eyes were wide open, and her distorted face was full of horror and despair.

Shen Lian took off her coat and covered her body, closing her eyes.

He tightened his grip on the chainsaw and looked around vigilantly.

"Hey..." The baby's cry sounded, and then it became weaker and weaker.

Obstetrics and Gynecology...

"Okay...it hurts..."

"Okay...it hurts..."

The sound of shouting pain suddenly appeared in Shen Lian's mind. The sound was like when he wiped the blackboard with a rag when he was in junior high school, and then accidentally scratched his nails on it, making his already aching head even more painful.

He seems to be in the womb, becoming a fetus that relies on the mother's body, but overlooks everything from the perspective of God.

He seems to have turned into a fertilized egg, a piece of meat, he has no thoughts of his own, and just steals the nutrition of the mother with the instinct of life.

The walls of the uterus are warm.

Then something like a small spoon comes in and scrapes the uterine wall thinner and thinner.

and he died.

He seemed to have turned into a formed fetus, with a vague consciousness, connected to the same umbilical cord with his mother.

Then a pair of pincers came in and crushed him.

and he died.

The man in the white coat clamped out his little feet, then his hands, then his bloody head.

He seemed to have become a fetus again, this time he was strong, with his own consciousness and perception.The little spoon can't do anything to him, and the pliers can't do anything to him.

He was induced and squeezed out of the narrow tunnel.

The man in the white coat pinched his windpipe to prevent him from crying.

A needle is inserted and a cold fluid is injected into the brain.

and he died.

I didn't cry out, and I didn't have a chance to open my eyes and see the outside world.

There are only insignificant, almost negligible, small struggles left to shake the tree.

Maybe he'll be soaked in formalin, too.

"It hurts……"

"It hurts……"

"It hurts……"

The sound of nails scraping the blackboard sounded in Shen Lian's mind again, and he woke up suddenly.

Then he saw, in front of him, a tiny baby.

He was really small, with closed eyes, wrinkled skin, and ugly.

He just stood there.

Shen Lian saw that a line of blood and tears flowed from his closed eyes.

The author has something to say:

Miscarriage is like that.At the beginning, the curettage can be done, but later on, other methods have to be used. The last one is to use medicine to make the baby premature, and then inject poison into the brain.

(The inspiration comes from an answer about miscarriage by the answerer of Zhihu, but because I glanced at it roughly, I can’t find the original source now, so I mark it here)