soul probation

【23】

Wang Jue nestled on the small sofa for one person, with his two long legs drooping, staring at the big moon outside the window, which was bright and dark after the clouds rolled and the clouds were relaxing, and kept his eyes open until midnight.

Damn, Li Wei was so angry that he couldn't sleep.

He used this forcibly activated mental head to think about the future countermeasures.

After lying down for another hour, I finally felt sleepy.Just about to fall asleep, there was a tooth-itching vibrating sound in my ears.

"Om-"

Mosquitoes again.

Still left and right channels, 3D stereo.It seems that the dream he had before was the real material—and then he thought of the fly again, and the source of the fly——

bother.

"Om-"

Heh, has the skill of listening to voices for many years finally come in handy?

"Snapped."

The world returns to silence.

Wang Jue clapped his hands while hiding his achievements and fame, and raised his eyebrows to find——

Nothing in hand.

"Buzz-"

He frantically slapped it twice with his bare hands, causing the mosquito to dodge in a few rounds.

bother.

calm down.

Still annoying.

Looking at the closed door in the house, he suddenly had a plan:

Wouldn't it be nice to lure the mosquitoes into Li Wei's room by himself, and then go out and close the door?

He tiptoedly opened the door, stood at the head of the bed for a while, saw that the fellow on the bed was sleeping soundly, silently gestured a middle finger in the dark, and immediately felt a lot better.

Tired of standing, the mosquitoes hadn't come yet, so he simply squatted down on the bed and lay down on a small side for a while, seeing that his breathing was calm and his thoughts were surging.

When you are tired, your thinking is always rampant and illogical.

Yanchen looked different from previous years, and felt more human.

He was picked up by Xi Mian, and the medicine he brought was used directly by Li Wei, which was a bit hasty, and now that I think about it, I still feel a little scared.

He knew that Xi Mian was just a code name, one of the two cursed names—because he was called Xi Mian back then.The physical devastation of the inhuman training at that time was still vivid in his memory, but the most important thing he remembered was actually the mental training, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.What kind of training is it, the training that can make people lose their preferences, willingness and thinking ability, and can make their brains shy away from it?If he hadn't escaped, he might have become a gray whale's powerful gun that can't "think".

If he is caught by the gray whale again, he might as well commit suicide directly... Do he want to fuck in his molars now?

Thinking about it, sleepiness swept in like a tidal wave.He heard the annoying buzzing sound again in the chaos, but he developed an uncontrollable lethargy, too lazy to fight wits and courage with that little thing.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Li Wei, who didn't see her eyes closed, suddenly stretched out a hand and squeezed the mosquito into a small pool of blood.

As he fell asleep, he began to have habitual nightmares.

He dreamed that he collected Li Wei's body after the last dream.

But the difference is that this time he didn't have any thought, emotion and subjective consciousness in the dream, as if he had really become a gun that didn't know "thinking".Gun's mission is to complete the task. As a forensic doctor inserted in this society, he wants to find out the cause of death of the strange dead man in front of him.

He came to the huge dissection room alone, carried him onto the operating table expressionlessly, put on a green surgical gown to neutralize blood, and put on two layers of latex gloves.Then, as before every autopsy, there was a religious and routine silence, and then his chest cavity, abdominal cavity, and cranial cavity were opened.Facing the all-too-familiar visceral scene, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable chill.

What's going on here?

In the past, he could deflate the rotten and stinky giants with a mask on without changing his face, take pictures of the faces of floating corpses bitten by fish, and take buckets of jigsaw puzzles scraped from the sewer into bags; but now The most simple and basic autopsy on the scene, there is no corruption, the background information of the deceased is all available, well preserved, and there is no peculiar smell.

He slapped himself before continuing with the dissection.

The deceased died of systemic organ failure, which was irreversible cachexia accompanied by secondary tumor spread.In the third chamber, he found that the focus of the cancer cells was actually in his heart.Cardiac tumors are rare among tumors. With the mentality of studying, he carefully removed the malignant tumor, poked it with the handle of a knife, and found a long hard lump, which was as big as a thumb.

Such a situation is simply unheard of.Dissection gets tricky.He wiped the thin sweat from the corner of his forehead, turned on the operating light, switched to a No. 10 blade for cutting the skin, and switched to a precision-operated pen-holding knife, gently scraping the carrion on the surface without hurting the hard lump. Cut it open - revealing a small piece of bloody white joint.

Is this the real source of the tumor?Confused, he cut it all open, and finally took it out with tweezers, before rinsing it with salt water——

With a shake of his hand, he dropped it.

That's not a knuckle, it's a white chess king.

Wang Jue sat up abruptly, but his eyes darkened and he collapsed instantly.There was a dark scene in front of him, full of hot and beating spots of light, panting like a fish that had been stranded on the beach for a long time—although he was having nightmares every day, but this time his active thinking led to shallow sleep, and the details couldn't be more real.

And it's symbolic, too.

The black mist in front of my eyes gradually dissipated, revealing a fish-belly white on the head of the bed facing the window, and the back of my head was the moderate softness that I had relied on for many years and was familiar with.

Pillow?

Why is he in bed again?

Why again?No, last time I was dreaming.

Wait, I should be dreaming now.

He turned over on the small single bed, raised his head, and met Li Wei's eyebrows who were close at hand.

He stopped all expressions for an instant.The trance, panic, bewilderment, and violent panting were all stopped suddenly with the palm of the hand, as if nothing had happened for a while.If it weren't for his heart still beating violently out of his throat, he would almost believe that he was calm.

The Gray Whale's training might have been acting, he thought suddenly.

"What did you dream about?" Li Wei asked lightly.

That tone of concern was sincere, and it sounded like that was the case.

"I'm not dreaming." Wang Jue looked at him and said bluntly.

Li Wei stretched out his hand slightly to feel for his pulse.Wang Jue did not dodge as soon as he dodged, so he could only be pressed on the side of his neck in this posture.The frantic heartbeat mixed with the steady pulse of his fingertips, like a symphony with chaotic variations.

Li Wei used this to expose his bravado, but didn't say anything, just looked at him with ulterior motives in his eyes, looking at the latter with horror, out of nowhere, he was seven points ashamed and three points irritated.

what is this?

A doctor's routine care of a patient's mental state?Or is it a form of compassion without empathy for a co-encounter?

He remembered Li Wei's indifferent eyes after hearing the cause of his father's death.

After a while, Li Wei broke the silence.

"you do not need……"

"No, okay," Wang Jue interrupted him, his tone rising and his tone sharp, "No need to pretend to be with you? Do you want me to trust you completely and be comforted by you? Why, do you still want me? Holding hands with you, looking at tears in your eyes, rushing to your arms, begging to touch your head and hug you?"

Then, with that slightly outstretched arm, he slammed into it in a fit of anger, turning it into a loose embrace.

"Satisfied now?"

He felt Li Wei froze.

This is the bravery of a man whose dreams have blurred all his conceptions of reality. In addition, there is no pillow on Li Wei's side, and the slope formed suddenly gave a gravitational acceleration, making his face directly attached to the opponent's chest.

This time he felt the pulse closely - the source of Li Wei's entire life.Calm and powerful, his heart rate is very slow, which is a sign of a strong body-obviously, he has a strong heart, and there is no damn white king in it.

He couldn't help listening for a while longer.

The first contact is the soft cotton material, followed by a firm and muscular feeling.This is a shirt he found in the closet, and there is a faint, almost inaudible, reassuring smell.It seems to be the smell of woody cologne, and it seems to be the smell of hormones that men themselves have.He stretched out half of his forearm as if he hadn't reacted yet, and it circled him vaguely.

How crazy I am, he thought.

Anyway, it's a dream, so it's better to stay a little longer, it's better than some disemboweled picture.I guess I woke up and knelt on the ground again, maybe I was bitten all over by mosquitoes, so miserable.

The opponent's muscles seemed to be tense to the extreme.He felt bored, and wanted to get away quietly. He tilted his head slightly and wanted to back away, but he was caught off guard——

was pushed back.

Li Wei, who was leaning on his side, suddenly tightened his hanging arms, and embraced the person who was about to escape in front of him into a tight and crowded embrace.Then gently stroked the back of his head with the palm of his hand, and lightly inserted his fingers into the hair.

"Is that so?"

He said softly, with a little sincere question, and a burst of heat brushed Wang Jue's ear.

boom.

bang bang.

Being hugged tightly by someone, the instinctive defense suddenly triggered by the approach made him stiff, and the gradually tightened arms were too close, which made him feel uneasy, as if he was not the aggressive and hostile provocateur a few seconds ago, but It is a dying deer being targeted by natural enemies.

Hug too tight.What does he want?kill me?

Boa constrictors crawl slowly to approach their prey, bite quickly and entangle themselves to death.

Pythons can sense each other's heartbeat, so they know when their prey has stopped breathing before they start conserving their strength for the next stage - swallowing.

Then swallow it in one gulp.

But the most terrible thing is that he felt a little... gentle during the whole hunting process.

It's like the pity of dying, and it's like the tenderness when dying.

Gaze tenderly, eat tenderly.

The nostrils were filled with that faint smell again, the deep voice was steaming in the ear, and the scalp was numb from the slight scratching of the nails.Several measures were taken together, and the system of the brain was attacked like a virus that followed one after another, and the central screen was suddenly covered with garbled characters.Others have hugged him politely, but this time is different from the past.He opened his eyes wide, and searched for a sliver of reason in his blind knowledge zone with a dull expression.But thinking that this scene came from a void and dream, those constraints of reality became shallower——White Deer gave up the last struggle before tightening his life in the gentle embrace of the boa constrictor.

He gradually closed his eyes.

"What are you afraid of?" Li Wei asked.

He opened his eyes again and saw a piece of white cloth.The fatal action did not wait in the end, it was just a simple and warm hug.

When he realized this, Li Wei, who didn't get a response, naturally made a final sound, "Huh?"

This sound made him tremble.

In the ear is really heard, the combination of high magnetic and subwoofer is really killing.

He suddenly felt his cheeks getting hot.

Except for the peaceful sleep that night when he was given sleeping pills, he was already used to having nightmares every night.What day is it today - have you started to dream about sex?

etc.Is this...

There was not much room for his limbs to move, so he used his nails in his clenched fist to gouge out the soft flesh in his palm.

It hurts.

I rely on.

Wang Jue struggled violently in his arms as if his hair had exploded. After being useless in his immobile arms, he was about to have a seizure when he listened to Li Wei's serious and rigid academic question: "Can this movement comfort people?"

What action?

He said it himself... touching his head and hugging him.

Regret not at first, regret not at first, bewitched by ghosts...

"..." Wang Jue closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly in his arms, and discussed without any momentum, "Yes. But I'm fine now, can I let go?"

"No hurry," Li Wei seemed to be very interested in the theory and practice in unfamiliar fields, and said lightly, "I'll wait until your pulse slows down."

"..."

5 minute later.

"?"

"Why is it getting faster and faster?"

Li Wei was still in the confusion of the discrepancy between theory and practice, "Why are you running?"