black abyss

The treatment room No. [-] of the sentry tower treatment group is also called the treatment room if it sounds nice.

But it is actually a confinement room, which usually houses sentries who have lost control of their minds after coming out of the black abyss, and cannot be stabilized by various treatments such as drugs.

According to the unwritten regulations in the sentry tower, once the sentinel is locked up in the fifth treatment room, his family will receive a large pension. After signing the agreement, he will be locked up in the nursing home for life.

When Bai Nian stood at the door of treatment room No. [-], he asked, "Since they're all locked up here, why bother to find someone to treat them?"

Nie Ping said: "He is different from other sentinels who are already unconscious. He is conscious, but he just doesn't cooperate with the treatment at all."

After the two of them spoke, the door of the treatment room was opened.

Bai Nian raised his eyes slightly to look inside the treatment room, and only saw a few simple medical equipment placed in a room of tens of square meters. The camera in the upper right corner of the room moved slowly with the sound of the door opening. over here.

The sound of the machine turning was humming, like a robot with old parts moving with difficulty.

In the left corner of the room was a bed the size of a single hospital bed, on which a man was imprisoned with both hands and feet.

Bai Nian stood at the door of the treatment room and paused, folded his arms around his chest, and stood silently at the entrance of the door like a wall.

The man on the bed was pale, with a painful expression on his face.

He closed his eyes and frowned, the hair on his head was wet in strands with sweat, and the stubble on his chin seemed that he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, and he looked a little sloppy.

Bai Nian stood silently at the door.

Nie Ping followed behind him, seeing him not moving for a moment after opening the door, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Bai Nian looked indifferent: "Your treatment team can no longer afford to hire a cleaner?"

Nie Ping is not as tall as Bai Nian, and it is said that he can only look into the treatment room from the gap on Bai Nian's side. The sentry tower has a special cleaning department, which comes to clean it every day. No matter how you look at it, the sanitary conditions inside the treatment room Not too bad.

Nie Ping let out a puzzled "Ah" when he heard the words, wondering what kind of cleanliness Bai Nian had committed.

"The smell of sweat, urine, and even some excrement in your treatment room made me unable to move half a step."

Bai Nian said coldly.

"..." Nie Ping said that he didn't smell the smells he mentioned at all.

The man tied up on the bed seemed to have heard the movement at the door. His legs, which were tightly bound on the bed, were bent. That movement made him look like a fish pushed ashore by the waves, swimming in a dry place. The bank flicked its tail feebly.

Even though this man was tied up like this, he was still resisting vigorously all over his body.

After Bai Nian finished the analysis expressionlessly, he silently took a step back towards the door.

Nie Ping, who was standing close behind him, was almost stepped on by Bai Nian's foot.

He stretched out his hand and put his arm against Bai Nian who was about to retreat with a look of disgust, fearing that this person would retreat back to his door step by step.

Nie Ping reached out and wiped the hair that he forgot to apply pomade when he went out today, and blocked Bai Nian's retreat, "Hey" said: "Our people can't get close to him, otherwise why would we ask you to help?"

Bai Nian frowned, obviously disgusted: "No.

I feel that my personal safety is not guaranteed.

You know, I'm just a weak guide when it comes to dividing the offensive capabilities of sentries and guides. "

"..." Hearing this, Nie Ping felt that his head was getting more bald, and the top of his head, which had not been shaved with pomade, was blown by the wind and felt cool for a while.

He felt that compared with Bai Nian, he should be the truly fragile guide.

The man on the bed slowly opened his eyes at this moment. His closed eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, making his movement of opening the eyelids look extremely strenuous.

His eyes are red, I don't know if it's because of the pain or because of the long-term bondage, the moment he opened his eyes, it feels like he can shave cold from the corners of his eyes to the mandible covered with sporadic stubble. To the wind that can swallow others alive.

The disgust on Bai Nian's face became more and more serious. He looked at this sentinel who seemed to be able to sit up at any time and punch more than three guides to death with his fist. He looked displeased and wanted to turn around and leave: "It's too dirty, after cleaning it I'll come again."

The expression on Nie Ping's face was very troubled, but the movements of his hands were strictly guarded against Bai Nian's retreat: "He doesn't let other people get close at all, and he doesn't want to communicate with our people at all, Brother Nian!"

Bai Nian frowned when he heard the words, he endured it, and asked, "Can't you wash him with a water gun?" After speaking, he gave another suggestion, "Maybe a high-pressure water gun is better, it will be cleaner .”

Nie Ping frowned, and was thinking of closing his eyes and mind to push Bai Nian down, and we'll talk about it later.

Unexpectedly, the man lying on the bed let out a muffled laugh twice from his throat.

His voice was sticky and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and there was some coughing in his throat when he laughed.

"Are you Bai Nian?" he asked.

Bai Nian still didn't respond, and Nie Ping, who was standing behind him, was taken aback. This was the second sentence the sentinel uttered after half a month in the treatment group.

After a brief question, the sentry took a deep breath for a while, and spoke again.

"Then come here and help me."

The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but he had an aggressive smile. He paused for a moment and added the second half of the sentence, "Clean it up."

Bai Nian is anyone who has come into contact with him, it is very clear that he has a bad temper and speaks harshly.

But as a recognized genius, he will always be forgiven by those around him for some insignificant shortcomings under the halo of genius.

After listening to the man's words, he hesitated for a moment.

When he looked back at Nie Ping again, there was some sincerity on his face that didn't match his temperament, and he sincerely suggested: "I think everyone in your treatment team made a mistake in their judgment.

The head is not good at this level, there is no need for further rescue, let the doctor in the hospital come directly for euthanasia in the afternoon. "

Nie Ping laughed dryly, and didn't want to talk about Bai Nian's angry words in his opinion.

The man on the bed opened his eyes briefly, then closed them again.

The sound of breathing from his nostrils became heavier little by little, even covering the voices of people outside the house in this house.

Bai Nian looked over expressionlessly, and saw the man's eyes were closed, the eyeballs were moving violently under the eyelids, his forehead began to sweat, and then the veins on his forehead popped out one after another.

The man's expression looked very painful.

In Bai Nian's perception, this was a sign of the Sentinel's mental riot and imminent mental breakdown.

Nie Ping saw the situation inside the house behind Bai Nian, and became a little anxious: "Our surveillance video has recorded that he is in this early stage of collapse that is unbearable for the sentry for almost more than 24 hours out of 22 hours a day."

Nie Ping sped up his speech again when he said this, "The first time he had such signs of mental riots and even mental breakdown was recorded, it was the first night when he first arrived in our treatment group.

The on-duty therapist noticed his condition on the surveillance camera and rushed to inject him with antipsychotic drugs.

But none of the Type D drugs had any effect on his emotional stability. "

Bai Nian glanced at Nie Ping. Although he didn't speak, his eyes clearly conveyed that "everyone with a brain knows what you're talking about is nonsense".

Nie Ping's smiling, good-natured face turned serious all day long: "It's useless to increase the dose."

He sighed, "You know that these stabilizing drugs sound like they can stabilize the Sentinel's uncontrolled mind and stabilize their emotions.

In fact, this can lead to increased drug dependence of sentinels, that is, drug addiction. "

Bai Nian obviously couldn't understand Nie Ping's concern for the country and the people at this moment, he reminded: "Get to the point."

Nie Ping said: "The point is, we used the few F-type stabilizers left in our treatment room."

Nie Ping looked a little embarrassed, "I want him to stay conscious and communicate with us.

At least 5 minutes will do. "

After he finished speaking, he reached out and stroked his hair, and explained to himself, "It's all for the completion of the work, for the completion of the work."

Bai Nian clicked his tongue, but did not comment on this illegal operation.

The F-type stabilizer is not in circulation on the market. Although its stability is very strong, it is also very destructive, causing almost irreversible damage to the Sentinel after use.

The purpose of the research and development was not even to effectively stabilize the Sentry's mental state, or to forcibly stabilize the Sentry for a short period of time.

Later, after the F-type drug was exposed by the media, all the research materials were destroyed, and most of the drugs were also destroyed. Only a few were left in the treatment group of each sentry tower for emergency needs.

"And then?" Bai Nian asked without any emotion.

Nie Ping laughed awkwardly: "Then he was put in treatment room No. [-].

He doesn't communicate with our people, and even Type F drugs don't do anything for him.

We all felt that he would go crazy in a few minutes or at most a dozen minutes, and the materials for transferring to the nursing home were all prepared.

He is not crazy. "

Nie Ping added: "After a few days of observation in the monitoring room, he found that he was in a state of collapse that was unbearable for any sentinel for a long time, but it still hasn't reached the time of real collapse."

Nie Ping wanted to praise this sentinel after he said it. He has worked in the treatment team for more than ten years and has seen countless sentries who collapsed or are about to collapse. Those sentries could even kneel in front of him under the pain of mental riots and disintegration. Kowtow to ask for relief, or some medicine.

And this weird sentinel, under unbearable pain, was able to stab their intern with a needle, and then made such an unbelievable request of "Let Bai Nian come", he couldn't help but admire this The sentry is gone.

After Bai Nian finished listening, he said "Oh" without any emotion.

Nie Ping didn't know what he meant, and stood close behind him, almost scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks. He even raised his hand and gently pushed Bai Nian, hoping that the person in front of him could understand the urgency in his heart at the moment.

Bai Nian clearly stepped on the floor of their treatment group, but his feet took root a few centimeters deep into the ground like tree roots, and he was pushed so that he remained motionless.

Bai Nian put forward his appeal expressionlessly: "It's too dirty."

Nie Ping felt that he had exhausted all the good and bad words. A normal human being with a little curiosity about everything should be interested in such a weird sentinel. Bai Nian's focus was still only on the On the question of whether their treatment room is dirty or not.

Nie Ping almost suspected that the several academic reports he had read written by Bai Nian were written by him by waving a whip and forcing someone to write them for him?Otherwise, how come there is no academic spirit and the most basic curiosity?

Bai Nian didn't know that Nie Ping complained angrily in his heart, and continued to put forward some suggestions that sounded very constructive: "Haven't you usually washed the car? You just tie him up and put him in the picture where he is lying down." Push the hospital bed to the car wash shop to wash him as a car, and brush all over his body with the brush, which will surely make him look cleaner."

"..." The team leader was silent for a long moment, wanting to say that you are still a human being?He is a well-known good man, and he reluctantly resisted the urge to kick Bai Nian, who was standing like a wall in front of him, into the room, and shouted: "Brother Nian, look at him like this now!" pain.

Maybe you will go completely crazy in the next second, completely out of control, you have to do your best, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda..."

Bai Nian sneered when he heard the words. The contemptuous expression on his face was very obvious. He felt that Nie Ping asked back like a joke: "Saving someone's life?" Didn't expect him to be a human life?"

Nie Ping was wronged, and the tip of his nose was sweating.

The sentry tower is equipped with central air-conditioning, and the air-conditioning covers the entire place. The temperature is the same throughout the year, neither hot nor cold.

Nie Ping, however, felt bouts of fever from Bai Nian's ridicule.

And Bai Nian continued to add another sentence: "Also," he paused, and said what he wanted to say before, "I guess my parents are not so powerful, they gave birth to a child younger than me." big brother."

He remained expressionless and continued to add, "And we don't have a bald gene in our family."

"..." Nie Ping almost couldn't catch his breath, his heart attack was about to be blown out by Bai Nian.

As the leader of the treatment team, Nie Ping has worked diligently for the sentry tower for more than ten years. No matter how hard the work is, he is a good boss who is loved by his subordinates and a good old man who is known not to get angry.

But the old good man also has adversities in his life. The only adversity in his life is his hair. He has a very stable temper and can be tortured in any way that doesn't touch the bottom line, but his hair cannot be slandered by others.

In a fit of anger, he couldn't bear it anymore and pushed Bai Nian into treatment room No. [-].

Pushed by him, Bai Nian staggered, and he wobbled a few steps before stabilizing on the floor of the treatment room.

Then he heard the door behind him slam shut, and there was even a very clear sound of the door being locked from the outside.

Bai Nian raised his eyebrows, but he didn't panic too much.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor was very clear, and the sound of his "da da" footsteps sounded in the treatment room No. [-]. He glanced at the surveillance camera in the upper right corner, and said to the camera unhurriedly: "Take the guide with a madman!" Sentinels with wounding records are locked in the same confined space."

The sound of his leather shoes stepping on the floor of the treatment room was repeated, and he added expressionlessly, "I hope you can think of a perfect explanation when you face media accusations and court documents."

In Chapter 5, the author has something to say: the previous version wanted Teacher Bai’s spiritual experience to shine, so he wrote a firefly-like insect.

Bai Nian didn't care about the reaction of the staff behind the surveillance cameras.

With one hand behind his back, the sound of the heels of his leather shoes hitting the floor was very rhythmic.

Until he walked to the only hospital bed in the house, he stopped his "dada" footsteps, lowered his eyes and stared expressionlessly at the man lying on the bed.

The man's expression still looked very painful, and the sweat and veins on his forehead showed that the man might not be able to speak a word at the moment.

The man's throat began to emit some very short painful moans, which made him sound like a dying wild animal, lying on the wasteland waiting for the arrival of death.

And Bai Nian looked at him without emotion, as if he was shooting a camera lens of the habits of wild animals.

Bai Nian stood at the head of the bed and looked at the man quietly for a moment. The man's breathing gradually became heavier. When he closed his eyes, the rolling of the eyeballs under his eyelids became more intense.

No matter what kind of external performance you look at, he looks like a sentry who is about to collapse in the next second, or a man who is about to kneel down and beg anyone to relieve him in the next second.

Bai Nian walked away from the bed.

The sound of his leather shoes "da da da" sounded clearly and regularly in this room where there was no sound other than moaning in pain.

Bai Nian began to observe the environment of the fifth treatment room.

The simple therapeutic equipment placed by the bed is almost just a simple decoration.

The shelf next to the man's bed used to hang potions was also empty, with no saline or nutrients.

Bai Nian looked up at his glasses and kept following his surveillance camera closely, wondering what this man who didn't let anyone get close to him was doing for a living.

Bai Nian took out the notebook and pen from his pocket, and he walked back to the bed.

He is slender and straight, and the photographer who was often photographed many years ago praised him as a natural hanger.

Now this natural hanger stood by the bed with a blank face, he opened the notebook with one hand, and flipped to the page with the word "mad dog" written on it with a blank face.

He uncapped the pen and marked today's date on the upper left corner of the paper.

"September 2331, 9".

"Hey."

Bai Nian lowered his eyes to look at the man on the bed, and said the first words they met when they met.

The eyeballs under the eyelids of the man on the bed rolled more violently, and Bai Nian could clearly see the man on the bed, and when he heard himself speak, the painful expression on his face paused slightly.

The man's face was covered with sweat, and a sickly blush appeared on his face.

Bai Nian carefully stared at every expression on the man's face. He saw the man's closed eyes, the veins on his forehead, the sweat all over his face, the man's sloppy stubble, and his slightly chapped lips due to lack of water.

Bai Nian tapped his toes lightly on the ground, and the sound of his shoes hitting the floor was still clear and regular.

Then when he saw this man who should have lost his mind and become uncontrollable under normal logic, a smile suddenly opened on his lips.

His eyes were still closed, and from time to time there were painful groans in his throat, but he grinned.

Bai Nian heard his rough voice, like a sharp stone scraping sandpaper.

"Bai Nian?" the man asked hoarsely.

Because the voice was too unpleasant, Bai Nian couldn't help frowning, and he let out a cold "hmm" from his nasal cavity.

The rolling of the eyes under the man's eyelids became more intense, and even his hands and feet bound on the bed had blue veins protruding from the force.

Bai Nian looked at it blankly for a moment.

The man lay motionless on the bed, but his expression seemed to be a life-and-death duel with his opponent in the Colosseum.

After a short while, the man's breathing gradually stabilized, he slowly opened his eyes, and after his pupils were briefly defocused, he stared straight at Bai Nian standing by the bed.

Like a wild beast staring at its prey.

Bai Nian raised his eyebrows slightly, and he stared at the man for a moment without changing his expression.

The man's eyelids drooped slightly, and when he lifted them up after a while, he looked harmless again: "Bai Nian?" He asked softly.

"Well, it's me."

Bai Nian responded without emotion.

The man lying on the bed heaved a sigh of relief, he still had a harmless expression, and complained softly in a harmless voice.

He said, "It hurts—"

This man exuded a sense of aggression that was hard to ignore at first glance.

Now that he yelled "It hurts" so abruptly and harmlessly, Bai Nian raised his fingers and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

In recent years, Bai Nian has been very deliberately suppressing his curiosity about various sentries. His license was revoked, he was kicked out of the sentry tower, and he was teaching in a university surrounded by harmless students, which made his life very difficult. Very boring, let him become very boring.

Bai Nian stared at the man and slowly uttered a syllable "um" from his nose, and then asked, "Since it hurts, why don't you cooperate with the treatment team?"

The man on the bed looked at Bai Nian, with a faintly aggressive smile on his face, but there was a very strange grievance in his words: "Because they made me hurt more."

Bai Nian raised his chin slightly, raised his foot and hooked a chair behind him under him, and sat down slowly: "It hurts."

He repeated the man's words almost mockingly in his voice.

The man was tied up and couldn't move, but his eyes were following Bai Nian's movements very hard. After Bai Nian sat down, he actually asked with a dull smile, "Are you Bai Nian?"

This question is really puzzling.

Bai Nian raised his feet and glanced at the man. Nie Ping said that the man shouted "Let Bai Nian come", but in fact he might not know who Bai Nian was?

Bai Nian turned the pen in his right hand, and asked the man who was tied up on the hospital bed expressionlessly: "Otherwise, which Bai Nian are you looking for? Shall I help you to invite him?"

The man on the bed seemed to have expended a lot of energy just because he opened his eyes just now, and there was a sense of fatigue on his face as if he was on the verge of sudden death after a long lunch break.

He closed his eyes and uttered a very weak sentence from his nasal cavity: "No need, you can do it."

Bai Nian stopped turning his pen, and let out a short "hmm" from his nose.

This obviously exhausted man, with his eyes closed and his face in pain, let out a few painful groans from his mouth in a very weak state.

Bai Nian asked him, "How do you feel now?"

The sweat from the man's forehead dripped down the corner of his eyes onto the pillow under his head. The traces of sweat on his pillow were very obvious. The man gasped and said, "You...what do you think?"

Bai Nian was expressionless: "I think you need some drugs for mental stability, sedatives or painkillers are also fine, of course it would be better for you to sleep directly."

The man slowly opened his eyes. The sweat on his face even soaked his eyelashes, making his eyelashes wet into wisps. He looked at Bai Nian who was sitting by the bed, with a clearly unbearable pain on his face, and said The words that came out turned out to be like chatting up a passer-by in a roadside coffee shop: "Do you... have time..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he spoke.

After a very long pause, he opened his eyes again and tried to say the next half of his sentence: "Are you free to have a meal together?"

Bai Nian snorted a sneer from his nasal cavity, as if watching a ridiculous joke performed by a theater actor in front of the curtain.

"Do you think you still have life to eat, sir?" Bai Nian sneered.

The man replied with difficulty: "Why not?" He grinned and smiled at Bai Nian, "In order to be able to eat with you, I will try my best to live well."

Bai Nian looked coldly at this man who couldn't even complete his speech. He lowered his eyes and wrote the words "pretending to be crazy and acting stupid" in his notebook.

After finishing writing, he turned the pen again, staring at the man, even if he was sloppy, he could still see the sharpened face.

Bai Nian pinched the pen with his index finger and middle finger and turned it slightly, then pushed the glasses with the hand holding the pen.

He sat up straight, crossed his right leg, and looked at the man on the bed: "Go through the process."

He tapped the camera behind him with the pen in his hand, then raised his chin slightly.

The man blinked.

Bai Nian asked blankly, "Name."

The man frowned slightly, as if he had to think about his name for a long time.

"Wait a minute."

Almost impatient to wait in Bai Nian, the man spit out two words.

Bai Nian lowered his eyes, wrote in his notebook, and asked, "What's 'late', what's 'waiting'?"

The man frowned thoughtfully.

Bai Nian asked casually while writing: "The late 'late', the waiting 'wait'?"

The man let out a cry, not as if he was telling others how to write his name, but as if he was being told how to write his name.

Bai Nian finished writing the word 'wait' with his eyes downcast, and then said: "Age."

The man named "Waiting" lay quietly on the bed and thought for a while, before asking Bai Nian's opinion: "What do you think?"

Bai Nian raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Are you asking me?"

Chi waited and said, "I vaguely remember maybe 27, maybe 29 or thirty."

Bai Nian looked away, and wrote "Thirty" after the word "age" in the notebook.

"When did you descend into the black abyss?" Bai Nian asked.

"Huh?" There was obvious doubt in Chiwai's voice, he hesitated for a moment and gave an answer, "I don't remember."

Bai Nian paused his pen and wrote the word "unknown" in his notebook.

"When did you come up?" Bai Nian asked.

"A half month ago."

Waiting for an answer.

After Bai Nian finished writing the basic information, the tip of his pen paused, and he raised his head to look at the man named Chiwai lying on the bed.

The other party looked more comfortable now than when he first came in. Although he was still frowning and sweating profusely, at least his words were clearer than before.

Bai Nian put the pen on the gap in the middle of the notebook, and tapped the paper twice with his fingers.

"Where did you know my name?" he asked.

Chi Waiting frowned and narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking very seriously.

Bai Nian asked, "What do you remember?"

Chi waited for a long time to let out a "hmm" from his nose, and did not reply for a long time.

With a twitch in his temple, Bai Nian felt that his limited patience was about to be declared sold out.

Chi waited slowly and suspiciously said: "Maybe I found out your name in some magazines?"

Bai Nian nodded, stood up from his seat, and put the notebook on his lap flat on the bedside table next to the bed.

He stood up and moved his muscles and bones for a while, and also stretched the muscles of his lower back.

Chi Waiting's gaze has been following Bai Nian with great difficulty. He saw Bai Nian walking around the treatment room for a while, and the sound of his leather heels hitting the floor was still very rhythmic, one after another, like tapping Wait for the nerve center in the brain.

Chiwai suddenly felt faint and uncontrollable excitement, his eyes turned red, like a falcon that had been hovering in the air for a long time staring at its prey running on the ground.

Bai Nian walked up to the camera and looked at the obviously old camera for a moment.

He pulled a bench from the side, stretched out his hand and pulled a dark blue cleaning suit that looked like a cleaner put it in the house, stepped on the bench, and directly covered the camera with the clothes with a blank expression up.

The camera turned its head back and forth "babbling and babbling" under the clothes, but the clothes covering its head remained motionless.

Bai Nian stepped down from the chair, reached out and patted the wrinkled clothes on his body, and turned back to look in Chiwai's direction.

Chi waited only to feel that he first smelled the smell of the deep sea from the tip of his nose, followed by a mental wave that he could discern with the naked eye, and when he regained his senses, he looked towards Bai Nian.

I saw Bai Nian walking towards the hospital bed with wind, and a huge jellyfish slowly emerged behind him.

The jellyfish seemed to be as big as an entire wall, and its body exuded a magnificent and bright luster. Even in broad daylight, the light on its body was still very eye-catching.

The jellyfish swayed in the air as if in the deep sea, shaking its torso behind Bai Nian.

Seeing this, Chi waited for a few seconds to breathe, and after a long time he took a quick breath, his hands and feet bound by restraint belts convulsed because of the pungent breath.

Bai Nian's eyes behind the lenses were abnormally cold.

As he walked in the direction of Chiwai, the huge fluorescent jellyfish behind him suddenly collapsed like a wall.

In the blink of an eye when his hands and feet were convulsed and he was short of breath, he saw the huge jellyfish split into countless small fluorescent jellyfish that were only half the size of a palm. These small jellyfish were floating and shaking in the air, treating the air as a silent deep sea.

Bai Nian crossed the fluorescent jellyfish that split the room and walked towards Chiwai, like Moses who divided the sea and walked towards the other side of the sea that belonged to him.

Chi waited and blinked.

Bai Nian stood in front of the hospital bed, looked down at Chiwai, and asked, "Now tell me, how many guides in their treatment room have tried to enter your spiritual sea to find information?"

Chiwai's breathing was light, and he didn't seem to be in much pain anymore.

"One."

He opened his mouth and smiled.

"But I guess he might be dying."

He added.