Escape from the Madhouse [Unlimited]

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

Li Xuehai didn't answer, Zhou Qian heard "myself" ask this sentence again.

Li Xuehai smiled and said: "I have heard you play the piano."

At that moment, many memories began to flash back in Zhou Qian's mind.

He saw himself sitting on the stage playing the piano.

The lights on the stage are bright, but the figures of the audience under the stage are sinking in the darkness.

Only one of them was exclusively favored by the spotlight, and Zhou Qian could clearly see that the audience was Li Xuehai.

Zhou Qian speculated that young people would not really be able to see Li Xuehai like this. After all, there shouldn't be a spotlight on Li Xuehai alone in the auditorium, while the others were all sunk in the darkness without a face.

After all, this is not the consciousness of youth, but the consciousness of Li Xuehai.

Li Xuehai probably constructed such a rough scene in his consciousness, corresponding to the identities of the two people.

So, youth seems to be a pianist.

Li Xuehai is his audience?

"I seem to have an impression... Do you often come to my concerts?" Zhou Qian asked again when he heard himself speak.

"Yes, I have been there several times." Li Xuehai said, "The first time I heard about you was also from a patient. It was a little girl with congenital heart disease."

"Oh? How is she now?"

"She is recovering well now. The operation was very dangerous, but she was not afraid, better than many adults. I asked her if she was afraid. She said she liked you very much, and your piano sound gave her a lot of strength. So you see , such a dangerous operation, she survived by relying on your music. You must be fine."

Just like that, the sound of the melody exploded in Zhou Qian's ears.

Suddenly, he returned to the stage and played the piano almost in a state where he could not control his body.

But he knew he couldn't do anything right now.

He couldn't let Li Xuehai notice that his sea of ​​consciousness had been invaded.

He has to be completely regarded as that young man by Li Xuehai, only then can he discover the secrets he hides, which even he has concealed from himself.

This time when Zhou Qian played the piano with the help of a young man, there were no lights, no audience, only himself and the piano in the world.

The melody of the piano is not soft, but very intense.

When it bounced extremely fast, Zhou Qian lowered his head, and could only see the afterimages of the rapid beating of his fingers.

At that moment, he felt a particularly majestic vitality——

He came to the dark sea.The world was silent.

With the sound of "Dang!", suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds, and the morning glow filled the sky; the strong wind came again, all the clouds disappeared, and the scorching sun filled the entire sea area.

The waves fluctuate with the wind, but what they bring is not a destructive momentum, but only vitality.Countless seagulls are chasing the waves and the sun, they play with the waves and never get tired of it.

Sunshine, never-ending rushing waves, seagulls and other birds soar into the sky and then dive towards the sea, and the sound of birdsong resounds throughout the sky and the fields, never stopping...

This is the power of life contained in this song.

No wonder that little girl can survive with such a piece of music.

The hands that play the piano are slender and slender, and the player who plays the piano has a deep ailment in his heart, but his piano sound is vigorous and powerful, which can bring hope to countless people.

Plunging into darkness in front of his eyes, Zhou Qian followed the young man in his dream to close his eyes and then open them again. He was dazzled by the dazzling light and couldn't keep his eyes open.

The sound of the piano is still ringing, the sound of birdsong is still ringing in my ears, and even the sound of waves hitting the beach is still there.But Zhou Qian found that he didn't play the piano this time, he was lying down.The dazzling light in front of him was no longer the sun full of vitality, but the light of the operating table.

—He is undergoing surgery.

Lying down on his back, when he was about to put on the oxygen mask and be injected with intravenous anesthetic, Zhou Qian suddenly reached out and held a hand beside the operating table.

"What's the matter, are you afraid?" A man lowered his head, because Zhou Qian couldn't see his face because he was wearing a mask, he could only see a pair of concerned eyes.

That is the sea of ​​learning.

Zhou Qian nodded, his face paler under the light above his head. "You'll save me, won't you?"

Li Xuekai said: "Yes. I will save you. Your piano is so powerful. Many people can get encouragement from it. You will have the most tenacious vitality just like your piano sound. Death can't take you away."

"I went to the piano hall on the first floor yesterday. I played a piece of music." Zhou Qian said.

"I saw it. I happened to be buying coffee at the nearby Starbucks at that time. Many patients were attracted by the sound of your piano. Your sound will make them forget their pain. So...you will get better, and then continue to play the piano to give They listen." After Li Xuehai said, he added, "It's hard to imagine that you, who are so weak, can still play that kind of piano sound."

"Thank you, Doctor Li. Thank you and you are willing to save me."

"Li Xuehai... Please, save my life."

……

Xu Xu talked a lot, and Zhou Qian saw Li Xuehai put on an oxygen mask for himself.

"Go to sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine."

The arm felt cold for a while, which was the feeling of anesthesia injection.

Zhou Qian closed his eyes, subconsciously still looking for Li Xuehai, stretched out his hand and gently pulled his sleeve, which was a gesture of asking for help and a gesture of dependence.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, Zhou Qian met his gaze.

——His eyes were filled with contradictions and entanglements.

contradiction?Tangled?

Why did Li Xuehai have these emotions in his eyes?

——Is he hesitating whether to save this young man?

When he opened his eyes again and became conscious, Zhou Qian inexplicably found himself transformed into a bird.He felt very cold, and when he looked around, there was a barren field of snow.

Fortunately, there was a house in front of him.

Cold and hungry, he subconsciously flew to a bedroom and knocked on the window for help.

After no one paid attention to him, he flew half a circle around the big house and went to the bedroom of another room.This time he increased the force with his beak and tried to open his mouth to make a cry.

"boom--!"

His answer was a gunshot.

Uncontrollably falling into the snow, Zhou Qian felt that the snow-white world was dyed deep red when he closed his eyes.

When he woke up again, Zhou Qian was still a bird.

This time, there are many companions by his side.

At the same time he had a strange feeling that all the birds were him, that he was all the birds.

This time it is spring, he is not cold, but he still feels hungry.

Naturally, he and his companions were attracted to a familiar window sill by the smell of bread crumbs.

"boom--!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Zhou Qian fell into a pool of blood again, together with two other companions.

……

I can't remember how many times I turned into a bird. This time, Zhou Qian was by the lake full of red maples.

He is very familiar with this place, it seems to be in Ziyun Mountain in Jincheng.

After flying many times around the lake, he was very hungry, but luckily he smelled the bread again.

He and a large number of companions headed towards the source of the fragrance.

This time he finally saw clearly the person feeding him bread—Li Xuehai.

As a bird, he feels that he has a human heartbeat.

It was so loud it almost broke his eardrums.

After eating the bread fed by Li Xuehai, Zhou Qian fell down together with the birds.

Some fell into the lake, and some fell by the lake...

The flying bird spread its wings and soared into the sky, so it turned out that it was for the final fall.

Falling is the end of every bird that flies.

Zhou Qian felt that he was back on the operating table again.

He opened his eyes, and all the other nurses and doctors around him went away, and all the equipment disappeared.

In the darkness, only the operating table was lit.

Under the strong light, Zhou Qian, who was lying on the operating table, felt that all his illnesses had been reduced.

There is only one light left in this quiet world.

Under the light, only he and Li Xuehai looked at each other quietly.

After a while, the two of them said at the same time: "Death can't take you away. I can take you away."

After saying this, Zhou Qian let out a breath.

—he guessed right.

On the operating table, Li Xuehai actually whispered this sentence to the young man.

Before injecting anesthesia, what he said was: "Death can't take you away."

After injecting the anesthesia, what he said next was: "I can take you."

The young man didn't die by accident, he was killed by Li Xuehai.

It's just that Li Xuehai covered it up with clever means!

In the dream, after Zhou Qian said this sentence at the same time as Li Xuehai, the phantom of the young man in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared, or it overlapped with Li Xuehai in his consciousness.

Zhou Qian felt himself floating up from the operating table, approaching Li Xuehai, and finally entered his body.

At that moment, he obtained all the memories of Li Xuehai.

With the revelation of the truth about the death of the young man, all the fig leafs in Li Xuehai's inner world were torn away.

He even lied to himself, he lied to himself for many, many years.

Now Zhou Qian tore the truth in front of his eyes, forced him to face his heart, and made him look directly at the most feared demon in his heart.

Zhou Qian manipulated the body representing the master of the conscious world, and said to himself: "I killed him. I have been deceiving myself...even I thought it was an accident.

"But in fact, I have long been a murderer!"

"I didn't mean to kill him. I was very contradictory and conflicted. His dying face, his eyes asking for help... all reminded me of every bird or hare I met that needed to be rescued.

"Death needs to be replaced by life. I saved him like I saved those wounded animals.

"But there is tenacious vitality in him. I have never heard such a powerful piano sound. He is obviously a dying person... Why can such a piano sound be played? It shouldn't be, this kind of piano sound has too much vitality. When it is vigorous, it should go to death like a healthy flying bird...

"How did the sound of the qin die? When the person playing the qin dies, it dies."

"Kill him. The sound of the zither is too powerful, and it really surpasses his body's own sense of dying...I still decide to kill him. I must kill this vitality. This is called beauty. And Asuka was Shooting is just as beautiful in the snow."

"I have saved many animals, so I killed some, what's the point? The merits and demerits of the two cancel out! I am just constructing the beauty of death. This is the beauty that nature bestows on us! I just know better than you enjoy!

"I haven't killed anyone, and it's not wrong...

"But I just found out now that I have already killed someone!"

"Human medicine is limited, and I can't save everyone. So I want to find an existence about eternity. There is no birth, old age, sickness, and death, and there is no reincarnation of the eight sufferings. It is the existence of an ideal country. I can let everyone enjoy eternal life there. No one will have regrets, no one will experience pain...

"It turned out that this was actually a lie I lied to myself.

"It turns out... I am the most hypocritical person! I obviously killed people... But I made everyone, including myself, think... I want to save everyone. I want to give everyone eternity..."

"No, it's not... Actually, I don't want to give everyone eternity at all. I just want to be the controller of their life and death. Whether it's saving dying animals or killing small animals with vigorous vitality, I can't satisfy me anymore... What's the point of only controlling the life and death of the weak? I need a stronger challenge.

"In the real world, killing healthy people is against the law, and I can't save all dying people...then let's construct a hell world.

"I want to be the master there. Whoever I let live will be able to live. Whoever I want to die will die..."

Suddenly, Zhou Qian felt that he had temporarily lost control of his body.

He heard the real academic Hai said: "No, no! I am not such a person! I am not hypocritical! I may have had the idea of ​​manipulating everything...but that was just a flash of thought! I really want to give Eternal life everyone! Hell is my vision! There will be no real death there!

"I...I feel guilty all the time. I feel guilty for all the people who died unexpectedly at my hands. I can't face their crying families outside the operating table...

"I'm crushed. I'm crushed by their despair. I'm crushed by those birds. I don't want to see any more dead beauty!"

Li Xuehai's voice became hoarse and deeper. "I want the strong to die, I want to save the weak... The obsession with some kind of death scene... I know that is my disease! Even if I become the most professional psychiatrist, no matter how many papers I read, I can't cure it my disease!

"I was too desperate... When I entered the game, I was hopelessly hopeless, until I discovered that I could create hell...

"I have no hypocrisy! I created hell just to heal myself!"

"I don't want to control the life and death of the world at all! I just want to get rid of this disease! In the eternal hell, there is neither life nor death...the so-called magnificent beauty of death does not exist...no more The picture of birds flying or falling...

"Only in hell... can I really get rid of my disease!"

The Sea of ​​History almost collapsed.

"Clang clang clang!"

The sound of the piano rang so loudly in his ears, enveloping him like a sea wave, causing him a splitting headache.

Countless birds swept over and surrounded him heavily.

They gnawed at his flesh and blood, as if they wanted him to complete a sacrifice of death and beauty in their place.

Li Xuehai murmured: "I just want to cure the disease... I just want to get rid of these birds!

"Hands... on the operating table, I want to save him! I stood for more than ten hours without even taking a sip of water. I wanted to save him... but I don't know if it was because I was too hungry or thirsty. I was originally highly nervous. The brain, let those birds take advantage of it again.

"They keep whispering in my ears 'kill him' 'you should kill him like you killed us'...so I..."

"Since the first bird died, I've been trapped by it for the rest of my life! It's my obsession! I just want to get rid of it!

"The beauty of the transformation of life and death fascinates me. Only in a world where there is no life and no death... I can be completely healed...

"I must... must go to that world..."

Now that he has been squeezed out by that body and finally got to this point, Zhou Qian dare not rashly manipulate that body again.

So he turned into that fragile boy again, lying quietly on the operating table.

Like before, he stretched out his hand full of dependence and grasped the sleeve of Li Xuehai. "So doctor, are you guilty? Are you guilty of me?"

"Guilty. I always wanted to save you. I really never thought about killing people. When I meet someone similar to you in the future... I always want to save. I always want to make up.

"I know I'm sick. I have an obsession with a certain aspect of aesthetics related to life and death, but I never thought of applying that aesthetic to people... I really don't."

Zhou Qian tried to return to this body, and sighed softly. "Okay. I trust you. I trust everything you say."

"Thank you." In the dream, Li Xuehai held Zhou Qian's hand.

At that moment, he burst into tears, as if the guilt came from the heart.

"Let me tell you a way to go to that world and get rid of it completely." Zhou Qian whispered, his eyes full of dependence, expectation and tolerance.

Surrounded by demons, devoured by countless birds, Li Xuehai was on the verge of collapse, when he saw such a look in the eyes of the young man, he almost felt that he had been redeemed.

The first bird to die through his fault.

The first patient to die at his hands.

These elements constituted the demonic obstacle that haunted his life.

It turned out that what he was most afraid of was the patient and the bird.

Zhou Qian now understands everything.

Under Zhou Qian's control, in the dream, in front of Li Xuehai, there was a bird for a while, and the bird turned into a patient for a while.

But no matter what, their eyes were the same, saying clearly: "As long as you do what I ask, I will forgive you."

"When I forgive you, you are set free."

"When you are free, you will never see me again."

"What should I do?" Li Xuehai asked.

"What are you afraid of, just be it." Zhou Qian said.

"Be it..."

"Yes, you will become it, and then fall. When you fall, there will be a scene of sunrise. The blood will dye the earth as beautiful as the morning glow.

"Jump down, and you'll be free."

Then Li Xuehai saw that he had transformed into a bird.

Opening his eyes and spreading his wings, he flew into the sky.

At the moment of the rapid fall, he seemed to be relieved.

The birds that ate his flesh and blood disappeared, and the noisy piano sound finally stopped.

In the silence of the world, no birdsong, the rest of the colors are slowly disappearing, and he sees the world gradually turning blood red.

In the severe pain, Li Xuehai finally woke up.

Only then did he realize that the red was the blood flowing from his body.

Opening his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of blood and found himself unable to move.

His head was in severe pain, and all the bones in his body were broken, but for some reason he still had his last breath left.

Opening his eyes, he saw Zhou Qian who was still lying on the opposite side of him.

Zhou Qian was also covered in blood.

But he laughed in a pool of blood.

"Doctor Li, how did it feel to fly so high with your prop red umbrella just now, and then jumped off by yourself? You can still open your eyes, this is the best.

"I can tell you one thing clearly - you lost, and you lost in the field you were most proud of. To me, this is a complete victory. It is much happier than simply killing you... "

Li Xuehai spat out another mouthful of blood.

In the blood mist, he looked at Zhou Qian silently for a long time, and asked in an extremely hoarse voice: "Zhou Qian, do you know Guixu?"