empty talk of reality

A candlestick is held in one hand.

"The lighter is here, go and light it yourself."

With the lit candle, at that moment, they seemed to see the existence of hell.

ABC.08 Prison Corner

The author has something to say: I will work hard! ! !

The steel cage blocks all patients.They were either drooling, or extremely violent, beating the iron cage fiercely, like hungry wolves, even the elderly were like sick dogs struggling to die... This kind of hell makes life worse than death, tossing and turning. run away.

"Do you feel horrible? I can't help it, it's been three years..." Vidok's blank eyes locked on me, empty and empty, and the faint light of the candle illuminated her face, pale and weak, "the government said three years ago , This place urgently needs to be corrected, and they will definitely send the most professional team to help. It has been three years... Their selfishness is still pushing me, an innocent person, to the corner of death."

No matter how strong the heart is, living in such a horrible hell for three years, all the courage will be turned into dust.

It seems that I can't exert any strength on my fingers, and my already stiff limbs are like marionettes. The broad palm of Sawada Tsunayoshi next to me carefully wraps my cold hand.

I still staggered a little because I was not careful.Embarrassed smile.

Victor held the candle and walked in front. Faced with the crazy heat of countless patients banging on the iron cage, she remained indifferent and walked forward without listening.

"There are too many mentally ill patients here. Even if you tell me who they are, I can't remember them clearly. Follow me to the case database."

The steps under my feet were a little dazed, and my eyes were fixed on the person walking ahead without hesitation or fear.

"What's wrong?" Sawada Tsunayoshi asked in a low voice.

"wrong."

As usual, the case database is also a secret, so how can you let outsiders look at it casually?Even though it has been abandoned and deserted for three years, as a doctor and nurse, have you forgotten the basic medical ethics?

It's also a different way of thinking. We have only come to investigate for three years, and we don't think it has anything to do with it.

Ga.

The moment Victor stepped onto the marble steps with his first step, she turned her head, glanced at her, and was suddenly taken aback. "Be careful!" Before he had time to squat down, a black shadow flew out, and the candle in Victor's hand ran to the top of the steps as if he had grown legs, illuminating a door.

The door has been opened with a gap big enough to pass a child. What is shocking is that on the door frame, it is not known whether it is drawn with blood or red paint, and the English word for norse is written on the skull.

"what happened?"

"what--!"

Before Tsunayoshi Sawada's questioning reached Victor's ears, the piercing screams around him made him break out in a cold sweat.I saw that one of the pilots who was driving was already crooked, blood gushing from his neck spread from his body to the ground, and slowly fell to the ground, terribly damaged.

I desperately covered my mouth, trying to suppress the swaying cries for help stuck in my throat.

Tsunayoshi Sawada put his arms around me and covered my eyes.

"Arong, don't look."

My tears flowed out again, deeply buried in the dry palm of Sawada Tsunayoshi, and my head leaned against his neck weakly.

The driver beside him seemed to be frightened, and before he could react, the gears of life stopped turning abruptly before his panicked sound vibrated in his vocal cords for a minute and a second.

All evil, the black abyss falls on the earth.

At this moment, Victor was the first to react, "Follow me! It's the boy with depression!"

Hee hee laughter spread out in the air and solidified in my ears.

Tsunayoshi Sawada gritted his teeth, quickly carried me on his back, followed Victor's steps, and quickly picked up two unopened guns, quickly opened the door and rushed in, and then closed it in an unattainable way. Door.

It blocked the creepy evil laughter that was still going on outside.

My consciousness has been slow, cold and stagnant.

"Miss Victor, that one just now was..."

The remaining soul is uncertain.

"He came here seven years ago, a boy suffering from severe depression and paranoia, because his father died on the spot in a stampede, and his mother raped|killed him on the spot, so he had a mental breakdown. When he was sent, my husband... Stabbed|dead by him..." Victor's voice sobbed.

"Sorry." Sawada Tsunakichi murmured.

"No." Victor wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and pointed to me in Tsunayoshi Sawada's arms, "Is she all right?"

Tsunayoshi Sawada forgot to give me a worried look, and still made up his mind to slap my face, "Ah Rong...it's okay." I was still trembling in my own consciousness.

The darkness in my consciousness, surrounding the wailing scenes, the faces of strangers I don’t know, the hideous smiles or the painful deaths, those sad expressions that make people feel so desperate that the liver and gallbladder are broken, are still in my mind. It exists alive in consciousness.

The hands and feet move stiffly, like a zombie who has lost his concrete thinking, his eyes are dim and lifeless, but he is still using his hands and feet to maintain normal human eating and walking.

Until it was almost time to see the light, whispered.

Inaudible until death sobs tears of fear.

- We're a bunch of lunatics.

I remembered!This is the threat and ridicule almost forgotten on the mysterious underground room of the WIN venue, on the messy cabinet.

I hear all buzzes end in light.

"No, I'm fine."

I tried my best to break free from Sawada Tsunayoshi's arms, and stood safely on the ground.My eyes staring at the doors in front of me may help me open the truth-although the stories behind those doors may all be blood-stained gilt.

"Let's move on!"

The three of us who are still alive, groping and pushing in the dark, seem to have come to the gate of life and death after untold hardships.I looked at the blood-stained door in front of me, and suddenly hesitated.

What if... what if something happens?

——I am afraid that what I firmly believe runs counter to me.

——I am afraid that the truth I believe will always blow me to pieces at the last moment.

—I'm afraid, I'm going to die.

Take a deep breath.

I really wanted to laugh, but when I opened my mouth, it was full of cold and disgusting messy air, and I had to cover my mouth and nose again.

"Let's go." Victor stepped forward first, and slowly groped for the cold doorknob with one hand, turning it slowly.

squeak.

It seems that it has not been tidied up and entered for a long time. Under the light of the candles, the cobwebs on the corner of the door and the layer of dust covering the broken incandescent lamp can be vaguely seen.The entire case library was lifeless, so depressing that it was almost breathless.On the writing desk in the center, all the documents and medical records looked neat, but upon closer inspection, they were all in disarray. The words on many medical records were blurred and crooked, and it was really impossible to distinguish them.

Fountain pens either have a chipped cap or have disintegrated.

Victor walked to the door, closed the door, grabbed a candle and lit it up. The faint light enveloped her in a mysterious and evil atmosphere.

I gulped.

Silence ensued, but fear flooded in like a tide.

Tsunayoshi Sawada and I nodded and began to look at the medical records separately.Victor squatted lazily on the ground, leaning against the door frame, staring fixedly at the candle that was slowly burning like life.

After flipping through only a dozen lists, I became impatient.It is really because the words are so ugly that people have no desire to look at them, and the several inches of photos pasted on each list are either scratched, or the photos are too weak and ugly, and the desire to look is gone.

I turned my head, and Tsunayoshi Sawada turned over the candle very carefully, and sometimes I had to carefully identify what I couldn't see clearly.

His eyes turned slightly.

Lie.

I was in a cold sweat.

medical record sheet.

The billing date was on the summer solstice 16 years ago.

The person in the photo has a pleasant smile, but there is an evil spirit, his eyes are shining brightly, he is hale and capable like an old man.French style updo, nurse uniform.

Symptom: "Psychic delusions."

Patient name: "Victor Shauna."

Look up, look down.

The beautiful nurse who looked worried and nervous for us one second ago turned out to be ferocious and weird the next moment, with a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of her mouth, and my heart was in a mess.

Carefully moving his steps, he tugged at the corners of Tsunayoshi Sawada's clothes.

"what happened?"

Gang, please don't ask me so loudly! !

While hesitating, Tsunayoshi Sawada snatched the medical record in his hand. The moment he saw the list, I could clearly see through the candlelight that his brown pupils suddenly shrank extremely, and the corners of his mouth opened and closed without saying a word. Every word.

"Hehe..." Vidok stood up, the candle oil in his hand dripped on the ground, and quickly cooled and solidified into a red point, similar to cinnabar, as if the floor was silently crying for the rupture of the last line of defense in despair .

Sawada Tsunayoshi guarded me behind him, "Who the hell are you?"

Vidok raised the candle, and suddenly raised the other hand, inserting her index finger and middle |finger|inserted|into the center of the flame. After a while, she hissed and took a breath of cold air. Turned black and red, the skin was ripped apart.

"Um... who am I?"

Victor slowly stuffed these two fingers into his mouth and made a click sound, as if he was tasting the best delicacy, which made me retch constantly.