When someone with depression enters the horror game

〔You are so far away, you make my heart go straight〕

Shen Lian's neighbor's house was finally renovated, so Shen Lian moved back home.

He was a little confused and a little at a loss.

He looked at himself in the mirror, dazed, and felt that he was really tired, exuding from the depths of his soul, the tiredness of getting old--I was smiling in the mirror, but why did I feel like I was crying?

I walked in the mud with a heavy coffin on my back, and if I was not careful, the dirty mud splashed into my mind and stained my beautiful and gorgeous clothes, although the clothes were covered with fleas.

I moved step by step, as if even the bones made a "click, click", as if they were about to fall apart in the next second.

The night owls around me were triumphant, and issued an ominous curse, cursing me to bleed and drown to death.

The blood-red hairy moon was also covered by dark clouds, making the surroundings pitch-black, with no way of coming or returning.

I can't run, there is a black dog behind me pulling my clothes with its fangs, I can't stop, because as long as I stop, the muddy water will pour into my nose and mouth, block my throat, and imprison me 21 grams spirit.

I seem to know that someone is waiting for me at the end of the mud, waiting to walk with me.He was holding an oil lamp in his hand, and the lamp was shining brightly. The light was orange and warm.

I just need to work a little harder, a little harder, and keep myself from drowning in the mire, and I can hold his hand.

But I did my best just to be alive.

I am in the mire, and the coffin I am carrying is for me.

Why do I want to hold his hand? Is it because of the little light in his hand, or because of him?

"Yes, I'm just for that little bit of light." I comforted myself and hinted at myself.

I try so hard not to be a moth, but I seem to be one.

Just because in this ridiculous game, there are people walking together.

That person seems to be close to holding my hand, maybe only a little bit away.

...Wait, who is waiting for me with a lamp, and who is walking with me?

Shen Lian held his head, feeling that someone was cutting his heart with a knife, and someone was hitting his skull with a hammer.

Man in the mirror, smiling happily.

Shen Lian groped and swallowed a handful of painkillers.

The bitter taste of the painkillers spread from the tongue coating, to the throat, and to the stomach.

He picked up the knife and slashed at his wrist, the familiar pleasure descended, comforting his anxious heart.

Blood flowed down the wrist and fell into the pool, "tick", "tick".

The world in his eyes is black and white, only blood is dazzling red.

Who is waiting for me with a lamp.

Who is walking with me again.

What did I... forget?

He wanted to knock over this mirror.

He covered his face, and sat on the floor of the bathroom with some collapse, feeling that the water in the quagmire had risen to his throat.

Blood dripped onto his clothes and blossomed red, and he thought about something not so good, something that went against hope, like death.

Maybe it should be done.

He heard the knock on the door again, but he was powerless to judge whether it was a hallucination.

Zheng Qing hugged him.

He was mentally weak and had a splitting headache, and he no longer had the energy to care about the locator—although the privacy locator might be the straw and spark that made him lose control this time.

He embraced Zheng Qing and his doctor in the shards of glass all over the floor, regardless of the bleeding wrist, and hugged him tightly.

He desperately needs someone to hold him tight, no matter who it is.He just wanted that little bit of warmth, that little bit of light.Regardless of the reflection of that light, he would appear even more pitiful, despicable and cowardly.

His shadow was distorted not like a person, but like some kind of monster with teeth and claws.

"Doctor..." He was trembling all over, and he gritted his teeth, "I might have forgotten something from the beginning..."

What does the person in the mirror want him to remember?

Zheng Qing sighed, carried him to the bedroom, found the medicine box and bandaged his wound.

"Don't torture yourself like this, okay?" There was even a hint of begging in his tone.

Shen Lian didn't even have the strength to fake a smile.

He sat on the bed, his face was pale, his lips were pale, and he was stunned.

"I'm just a trouble, a burden, what do you care about me? Is it because of humanitarianism?" His voice was so soft that he could barely hear him, but he still made a cold joke and forced the corner of his mouth to curl.

Ugly.

"My heart aches."

"Is there anything worthy of your distress about me, this tattered skin?"

Zheng Qing shook his head helplessly, and said seriously: "21 grams of soul."

Heh...a moth-eaten soul?Shen Lian laughed at herself.Then he raised his face and tried to pull out a sly smile: "You still say you don't like me?"

Zheng Qing said that liking and being distressed are different.There are also feelings of distress between friends, lovers, and relatives.He likes Shen Lian, but it's also between friends and partners.

Sometimes this person is very sensible, but he is also ruthless enough to shock people, and ruthless enough to make people want to tear his chest open to see if his heart is made of stone.

Shen Lian didn't want to talk anymore, although he put himself into the mud, although he was worried about gains and losses, he was perhaps more sensitive than anyone else, so sensitive that he could detect the hidden emotions of others.He always felt that the doctor liked him, but he didn't say anything.

A straight guy.

But he must not like the doctor.why?Shen Lian didn't tell Zheng Qing, he thought Zheng Qing didn't know, but he didn't know that Zheng Qing actually knew.

why?A coward is afraid of happiness, and will be hurt if he touches cotton. (Note)

This coward, who is concerned about gain and loss, refuses to put a shred of emotion on the gambler, and in order to avoid the end, he avoids all beginnings. (Note)

A cautious, watchful fool.

When Zheng Qing arrived, he put a glass of water on the bedside table and asked him, "Are you going to the hospital?"

Shen Lian didn't speak.

So Zheng Qing pulled the quilt away, carefully avoided his wounds, lay down with him, and said softly: "Okay, I won't go if I don't. Go to sleep, I'll accompany you."

Shen Lian stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, like a dead fish.

Then the dead fish spoke abruptly: "I don't like you putting a locator on me."

"I'm worried about you." Zheng Qing said.

"I wanted to put my hand on your neck and squeeze it down hard. If it was someone else, I might have done that."

"Even if that person is just worried about you?"

"Like a madman like me thinks Bluebeard is right."

Zheng Qing wanted to reach out his hand, wanted to touch Shen Lian's face, but put it down dejectedly.

As long as he thinks of Shen Lian's distorted unique values, he can't help analyzing Shen Lian's childhood, Shen Lian's youth.He seemed to be able to outline this guy's deformed, repressed life, an experience that can affect a person's life until death.Whether it is dying of old age or jumping from somewhere.

Strange, such as gangrene depression, the cure rate is 80.00%, and the recurrence rate is [-]%.

He was distressed.

But what can he do?a hug?A bread and butter?Or promise that you can accompany Shen Lian for the rest of your life?

Is something this momentary believable?He once thought about marrying a wife and having children, but now he fell in love with a man who is not very cute?

How long can he maintain this feeling, how long can he endure it?

Momentary promises are always chains.

And now, at this moment, the person he likes is lying beside him.

He couldn't help but get closer.

Shen Lian suddenly turned her head, her soft lips brushed against his face.

Both were stunned.

Shen Lian smiled, like a cat who just stole a fish, and like a child who got a candy by accident.

This time, it wasn't that delicate, stylized fake smile.

It is as rare as the epiphyllum, although it is not appropriate to compare a man who is not weak to the epiphyllum.

Shen Lian was always injured, and there were scars on her wrists that criss-crossed one after another, which was extremely ugly.He also has a higher tolerance for pain than others, so he can ignore his gauze-wrapped hands.

He leaned forward again, kissed Zheng Qing's lips with every inch, and bit Zheng Qing hard like a wild beast.

Mouth is full of fishy taste.He licked the blood on his lips again, feeling extremely disgusted.

"Doctor, you can see that the world may be fake, but we are real. In one copy after another, the two of us are like lips and teeth."

"I don't think that I and you are related by lips and teeth." Zheng Qing's tone was cold, and his face was also cold. It seemed that he was angry at Shen Lian's sudden attack, but it was just because his upbringing didn't show up.

"Without me...you would be walking alone." Shen Lian whispered, like a wizard reciting his spell in a trance.

Without Zheng Qing, he would walk alone. If he was bored one day, or fell ill one day, he might die.With Zheng Qing, he still has a companion, and he still has a little thought.

"I don't care if I walk alone." Zheng Qing lied.

Shen Lian ignored what he said, and spoke on her own, with a sense of randomness between the lines: "Doctor, I'm so tired, I need something now, maybe it's a negative distance contact, maybe it's a The field is lingering to death."

Zheng Qing couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"So doctor, do you?"