Escape from the Madhouse [Unlimited]

At the age of eight.

Li Xuehai lives with his mother in a certain village in Ohio, USA.

His stepfather is a local farmer, and the family lives a very simple and ordinary life.

It was an unusual winter day.

Here spring and autumn are short, winter and summer are long, Li Xuehai put on the cotton-padded jacket prepared by his mother early.

That evening seemed to be no different from usual, the only difference was that Li Xuehai picked up an injured bird on his own farm.

The little bird was supposed to go with the flock to a warm place to spend the winter, but it fell down because of an injury. If Li Xuehai found it later, it would die.

Li Xuehai simply bandaged the little bird, helped it build a warm nest, and prepared grain for it.

After a few days, the bird survived.

It seems to be very human, often flying to the window of Li Xuehai's bedroom in the morning, and knocking on the window with its sharp beak.Li Xuehai was not annoyed at being woken up early by it, he would just open the window to say hello to it, and then sprinkle bread crumbs and other food on the window sill for him to eat.

On the day of the accident, Li Xuehai caught a cold and had a fever, and was in a coma.

The bird knocked on his window for a while, but couldn't wait for him.

I don’t know if it’s because he is very human, Xiaoniao is worried about his condition and knows how to call his family; or Xiaoniao thinks that everyone is as good as him, and he can’t find food here, so he can ask other people for help , so the bird flew to the window of the master bedroom on the other side.

"Clap!"

"Squeaky scum!"

The bird made a shrill cry and kept tapping on the glass.

Li Xuehai's stepfather slept very late the night before, and was woken up so early by a bird. He was in a very unhappy mood. He took out the pillow next to his pillow and fired a gun at the window.

Li Xuehai, who was awakened by the gunshots, found the little bird in the snow outside the window later.

The bird, which was alive and kicking yesterday, opened its eyes, and danced in his palm, now lay there with its eyes closed, motionless.

The flowing, jumping, and fresh life just like this returns to silence and death.

Li Xuehai felt very sad and powerless.

But at the same time, the picture in front of him was extremely beautiful——

The cornfield was covered with snow, and the little bird was lying in front of the snow with its eyes closed. At that moment, it seemed that the world became very quiet as it stopped breathing.

Blood flowed from its small chest, dyed the snow-white feathers red, and flowed into the pure white ground. The contrast between red and white was so beautiful that it was almost suffocating.

An inconspicuous little life just passed away.

The morning glow just happened to rise, which seemed to symbolize that everything was about to start growing again with the sun.

It is the time when darkness and day alternate, coldness and light intertwine, dark red and pure white intertwine, freshness and death intertwine...

At this moment, life and death are intertwined.

This is what the scene of the death of a bird brought to Li Xuehai at that dawn, all his initial feelings about death.

The picture was so beautiful that his soul trembled.

Li Xuehai still likes to rescue small animals.

He felt that he was quite loving.Mother always ignored these little gadgets, let alone stepfather, who was the one who shot the bird to pieces.

It's just that every time he rescues small animals in the future, he has some other thoughts.

Once Li Xuehai rescued a little rabbit with an injured leg.The rabbit didn't trust him at first, so he held up the rabbit ears and fed it some food, and finally made it willing to accept the rescue.

When Li Xuehai was holding its ears, his other hand gently stroked its small head and neck.

At that time, he felt that the life in his hand was too fragile, so fragile that as long as he exerted a little force, this alive and kicking rabbit with big eyes would die in the next moment.

It will close its eyes and remain motionless, and will sleep peacefully forever.

That picture...should be as beautiful as when the bird died.

Li Xuehai did not kill the rabbit.

It's just that some pictures that he thinks are beautiful and bleak often appear in his mind.

The coming spring is here.Everything is revived, and the farm is full of life.

The flowers are blooming and the migrating birds are returning... This spring is full of vitality, fresh and bright.But it seems that the contrast of death is missing,

That night, Li Xuehai dismantled the scarecrows on the farm to drive away birds, and deliberately sprinkled a lot of grain and bread crumbs on the window sill of his stepfather's bedroom.

As he expected, the windowsill was surrounded by birds before dawn the next day.

The stepfather, who was an amazing marksman, fired several shots and hit three gluttonous ones, and the other fast ones disappeared after the first shot.

Li Xuehai went to pack up the grains and bread crumbs in advance, and looking at the dead birds on the ground, he suddenly had the feeling that this spring would be considered perfect.

At the same time, he got an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

——These birds were actually killed by him, and he was in charge of their fate.

He suddenly discovered that he was very powerful in front of these beings.

When they were hurt, he was their salvation.

When he wants to kill them, he can also send them on the road at any time.

Their life and death are between his thoughts.

When the mother woke up, Li Xuehai was carefully burying the birds.His eyes were red, as if mourning them.

Even my mother couldn't bear it at this time.

During the meal, she deliberately used Chinese that her husband could not understand, and told Li Xuehai that his stepfather was a barbarian, and that they had evolved later than Orientals, seeing that they had so much hair on their bodies.

By killing the bird in such a way, Li Xuehai fulfilled a certain secret wish, and at the same time he was praised by his mother——my son is indeed the most caring.

Li Xuehai is the most caring.

This is also what Li Xuehai often heard later.

But at that time he was no longer in the United States.

Hearing her mother say that to her stepfather at breakfast that day, Li Xuehai knew that her marriage would not last long.

Sure enough, Li Xuehai returned to China when he was 10 years old.

Leaving the remote but affluent Western-style rural life, they moved into the bustling Jincheng.

In this kind of reinforced concrete city, he couldn't find any small animals like birds or hares in Li Xuehai at first, until he later learned about the existence of Ziyun Mountain.

Ziyun Mountain constitutes the lungs of this modern metropolis, and bears almost half of the urban green belt. It breeds green that symbolizes oxygen and life, and also hides countless precious vegetation and various birds.

Li Xuehai often carried his schoolbag and bought bread to Ziyun Mountain to feed the birds.

He feeds the birds in the morning, goes to the city library not far down the mountain to study and do homework in the afternoon, and returns home in the evening.

He is a model student in everyone's hearts who loves small animals, is caring, has good academic performance, and is obedient and sensible.

So, when a large number of birds died of pesticides one day, no one doubted such a child as him.

There are many large and small lakes in Ziyun Mountain.

Li Xuehai did this in a very secret no-man's corner.

It was still dawn at that time, and the lake was full of red clouds, which complemented the sycamore and maple trees by the lake.

The dead bodies of the birds were scattered on the shore of the lake, and some fell into the lake water, causing circles and circles of ripples.

It's a pity that they have already returned to China, and they can't use bullets to make them bleed.

Otherwise, their blood will be more beautiful than the fiery red maple on the shore.

For dying animals, he wants to treat them, even if he tries his best.

However, for animals full of vitality, he wants to destroy them.

Li Xuehai also felt that he was very contradictory.

But he couldn't get rid of this secret impulse and pleasure.

Li Xuehai thought that when he was a doctor, he was indeed a doctor.

He enjoys the sense of accomplishment of bringing back a dying person.

Sometimes when he saw a living person, he would of course imagine the scene of their death, whether it would be as beautiful as a bird falling.It's just that he didn't actually implement it until he came into contact with this game.

Slowly, Li Xuehai enjoyed a sense of accomplishment in the game of being superior and mastering the power of life and death.

His methods are indeed clever, Xie Huai has taken a fancy to him very early on, and is committed to pulling him into the Pink Army.

For those who want to kill, Li Xuehai has always been able to kill easily.

For those who are willing to cling to him, Li Xuehai can also act as a savior to save them.

He especially likes saving people in dungeons—saving people who are crying bitterly, really don't know how to go on, or who are about to trigger death risk and die in the next step.

So Li Xuehai knew that the secret desire in his heart has not changed.

For those who are dying and desperate, he wants to save them.

For those who are alive and have extremely strong vitality, he wants to kill them.

In fact, when Zhou Qian first entered the Spring Mountain Mental Hospital, seeing his appearance, Li Xuehai undoubtedly thought that he was the second type of person, and at that time he wanted to save him very much.

He looked so fragile, just like the injured bird that fell into his palm back then. It could only wait pitifully for his own rescue. Without his own rescue, it could only die miserably.

At that time, one of Zhou Qian's usual actions was lying on the bed and turning his head sideways to look out the window.His slender and fair neck was raised slightly, and every time Li Xuehai saw it, he felt that it was so fragile that he could break it with one hand.

At that time, Li Xuehai was full of pity and sympathy for Zhou Qian, and at the same time expressed doubts about the warning given to him by the system—is it actually such a fragile young man who will replace Shao Chuan and close the game in the end?

But after Zhou Qian entered the game, everything changed.

At the beginning of the first copy, he viciously pushed Dong Xiang, who was so much higher than himself, to the ground, looked at him fiercely and said that sentence full of threats, and saw this scene through the tablet. Li Xuehai was pleasantly surprised, he could feel his heart beating a little faster——

He has never seen such tenacious vitality!

Such tenacious vitality... how could it not be matched by a gorgeous and magnificent death?

In this way, at first Li Xuehai wanted to kill Zhou Qian, but because of the mission, he got a warning from the game that Zhou Qian would stop his and Xie Huai's plan.

Later, Li Xuehai killed him not just for the mission.

That was the aesthetic enlightenment he obtained at dawn. When two elements with great contrast are alternating, the picture is so beautiful that it is shocking——

From black to white, from cold to colorful, from death to life, or from life to death.

The more extreme the contrast, the more shocking and beautiful the picture is, so beautiful that it makes people want to cry.

It seems that Zhou Qian can never be killed, so of course he does not need Li Xuehai to carry out "from death to life" redemption.

Li Xuehai has never seen his tenacious and vigorous vitality.

When such extreme vitality goes to the other extreme... that is, when it goes to death, Li Xuehai feels very fascinated just by imagining it.

——That would be the most beautiful scenery he had ever seen in his life.

Once you see it, you will never regret it.

·

Li Xuehai is dreaming.

Zhou Qian fell into the dream with him.

But the moment he fell into the dream, he had already lost part of his memory of reality.

Under the control of Bone Nightmare, he only felt that he had returned to the time when he was a surgeon.

In the dream, Zhou Qian's temporary blindness will not block his vision at all.

So through Li Xuehai's eyes, Zhou Qian saw a pale and thin young man.

The young man was lying on the hospital bed, looking very vulnerable and helpless. "My illness...many hospitals don't accept me. Doctor, if you are willing to accept me, can my heart still be saved?"

"I will do my best to help you." Li Xuehai's tone was very sincere.

"Thank you... They dare not accept me, only you dare. No matter what, I will be grateful." The young man squeezed out a pale but very sincere smile, "They all said that Doctor Li is the most kind-hearted. Thank you ! Thank you so much!"

Hey, Li Xuehai seems to be really kind at this time?

How did you get into such a state of mind?

Why haven't I been able to watch from his childhood?

Was he on guard and deliberately concealing something?

Experts in this field are still different, and there may be traps hidden in their consciousness.

Zhou Qian thought so, and he had to go down in the dream and read it first.

The screen flashed back several times and jumped to the operating table.

The lights were dazzlingly bright, and Li Xuehai's legs were numb after more than ten hours of surgery, and his back was sweating unknowingly.

Everyone tried their best and even prayed to God in their hearts, but in the end the value on the instrument still showed the worst situation.

The young man died.

At that moment, very strangely, Zhou Qian heard countless birdsong.

Obviously he was still standing in front of the operating table with Li Xuehai, but there was another picture overlapping in front of his eyes.

——The morning glow is rising, but the birds are falling.

Accompanied by the sound of hissing, they fell to the ground one by one, their heads were bloodied, and their lives were suddenly lost.

At that moment, Zhou Qian stared closely at Li Xuehai's eyes, and he saw light in those eyes.

When a young man dies, he should be grieving.With the sighs of his colleagues, his hands were shaking, and the circles of his eyes were red.

But at the same time, there was light in his eyes.

"Li Xuehai, what are you thinking when you see this picture? Birds exchanged their death for the morning glow... Does it mean that they sacrificed themselves in exchange for the vitality of the earth?

"No, this meaning doesn't seem to have anything to do with this young man. Then you must be thinking of something darker.

"Take me closer to the truth, okay?"

The author has something to say:

Zhou Qian: My doctor is sicker than me~