[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

Hong led me to a stop at the door of the room with the nameplate with the word "Boom" on it.

The boy carefully checked his attire and the snack box in his hand as if he was about to do a very formal thing.

I almost subconsciously imitated his movements to smooth out the folds of the clothes.At the same time, what came to my mind was an inexplicable embarrassment: it would be fine to change into a more normal-looking private clothes when going out, but wearing sweaty sportswear to meet the parents of classmates is really weak .

The boy with heterochromatic eyes raised his eyelids and nodded to me.

I took two steps back abruptly, "Well...otherwise...I won't go in?"

He froze for a moment.

"Look, it's not good for me to go in dressed like this," I laughed dryly, avoiding his gaze, "Go in, I'll find a place to hang out, just go down and find me later gone."

He looked at me steadily.I was uncomfortable being stared at, and finally chose to compromise.

"Okay... I'll go in with you."

The ward was cleaned neatly.

A woman with long white hair sits by the window and looks at the scenery downstairs.She looks a lot like Hong, but she is different from Hong. Hong is just quiet, but the woman in front of her gives people a more complicated feeling.

Just like the dolls that my father likes very much, they are very beautiful, but they are easily broken.

In addition to the fragility that can be clearly felt, there is also an indescribable temperament lingering on the woman. I have only seen this kind of temperament once, in the body of my biological father who was killed by my own hands.

I subconsciously took two steps back.

Even if I can rationally judge that the person in front of me is harmless, I still have the illusion that "maybe she will suddenly pull my arm and hit me on the head with a stool".It was the same when my biological father didn't drink, he would smile and hug me to read, and take my biological mother and me to the family restaurant, but when he drank, he would beat us up and scar us.

What loomed before his eyes was the nearly decomposing corpse of a man.His lavender eyes were wide open, and the expression on his face was distorted and ugly.Dark spots piercing the eyes from the man's bare arms told me over and over again that the man had been dead for a long time.

I killed him.

I killed my biological father twice.Once when his personality was awakening, and once when he found that he had used his personality on him.

The boy gave me a surprised look.

"Sorry..." I really wanted to restrain my fear, but the things that existed in my heart since I was a child persisted as if they had taken root, making it difficult for me to even stand up, "I suddenly remembered a little matter, go first!"

Can't stay here anymore.I can feel myself shaking.

So I bowed to the woman, and fled under the confused eyes of the other two in the room.

After escaping from the ward, I didn't go home directly, but sat down next to the flower bed downstairs in the inpatient department.

I lifted my legs from the ground, put my feet on the flower bed, hugged my calves tightly with my hands, and buried my head in the gap between my thighs and lower abdomen.In the past, when my biological father beat me, I would struggle to assume this posture. This posture can save me from suffering.

I don't know why I left in such a panic, or even why I was scared.

It's just that the temperament is similar.

Hong's mother is not my biological father, she will not do anything to hurt me.But even so, I was so scared that I couldn't even clean up my emotions.

If she hurts me, will I use my personality to twist her limbs like I did at that time?

Maybe it will, after all I am a guy who is not even as good as a murderer.

The green belt under the hospital is full of patients in twos and threes, some of them are taking a walk, and some are sitting on the bench beside the flower bed to bask in the sun.Compared with their leisure, my strange posture is particularly conspicuous.

A nurse stopped and asked me if I was unwell. I shook my head. She seemed to be very busy and left quickly.

I took several deep breaths to force myself to calm down, but when I stretched out my hand, I still found my fingertips trembling slightly.

It's a deep-rooted feeling that can't be overcome by telling yourself, "I know this won't happen."

After calming down a little, what came to my chest was deeper frustration and guilt.

Pretty useless, me.

Obviously I agreed to visit his mother, but I ran away without even introducing myself.

The small space between the lower abdomen and thighs makes the air flow very slow, and the dull breath mixed with a slight sweat smell cuts off most of my perception of the outside world.I subconsciously closed my eyes and forced myself not to think about these things, but found that I seemed to be in an even weirder space.

Grayish dark reds appeared overwhelmingly in the field of vision, and those colors gradually became brighter, and they began to flow, turning into an endless sea of ​​blood.

The man and the woman stood holding hands in the middle of the sea of ​​blood and smiled at me. Naoya was standing not far in front of them.

——New Xu.

They seemed to be calling me, and I could hear them clearly.

——New Xu.

I stood up tremblingly, and stretched out my hand to touch their bodies, but the three kept stepping back following my movements.My ears are full of their calls, as if the person I want to catch is right in front of me.

I started running like crazy.

The figures of the three were not drawn closer at all.Like a mirage in the desert, I can only see their shadows, but I can't bring myself to touch their entities anyway.

The woman with long wine red hair smiled, her voice was very soft, but the words she spit out were not gentle at all.

—Why are you still alive?

—Why aren't you dead yet, murderer?

No, it's not like that, let me explain!

I reached out to her in a panic, trying to grab her arm and tell her my inner thoughts.But the woman suddenly pulled the two people around her and turned around, walking further away step by step.

Wait a moment!Please, just wait!

I couldn't help quickening my pace.

However, the figures of the three people began to fade, and gradually blurred into strange color blocks, and the shapes of their bodies could not even be seen clearly.

Please, wait a minute, just a moment!

I wanted to speed up my pace and rush towards the direction where they disappeared, but my arm was suddenly clamped by an unknown force.Immediately afterwards, the force suddenly increased, and it took me back several steps.

I seem to have bumped into someone's chest, and the slightly rapid heartbeat and trembling breathing of the other person pulled me back to my rationality little by little.

The boy with heterochromatic eyes put his right arm around my shoulder, and his left arm rested on my head.The rearview mirror of the black car brushed against our arms, bringing up a slight scraping of hot air.

I was originally on the flower bed of the green belt of the hospital, but now I am standing beside the road.

Hong took two deep breaths, as if he was trying to calm down his heartbeat.

I didn't move.

"Are you okay?" Hong suddenly tapped my right wrist with his backhand, and pulled me forcefully towards the hospital gate.

I let him pull and walk forward, the stitches of the fabric on the boy's shirt were clearly visible, different from the dark red, it was a very light white, but it was just enough for me to drive away the uneasiness buried in my heart.

"Thank you," I shook my head even though I knew he couldn't see, "Why are you there?"

His movements paused, and then, the boy turned his head and looked at my face seriously.

"I felt that you were not in the right state, so you came out early... You look like this, what happened?"