[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The corridor gradually turned from dark to light, and I walked through the area with broken lights into a place with bright light, and the feeling of depression in my heart finally disappeared.

From time to time, I looked around to see if there was anyone around. Dazai pulled on his slippers and followed me lazily.

"Miss Doctor, relax, there is no one here, at least..."

"...no one alive?"

I saw a man whose stomach had been cut open and only a few stitches had been roughly stitched moved slowly. With the bright light, I saw that there were almost no internal organs in his shriveled belly.

Is this being poached for organ trafficking?The man walked extremely slowly with his head down, reminding me of the weakest ordinary zombie in Plants vs. Zombies.

However, I don't have to be a pea shooter and I don't have to be an uncle!

"Mr. Dazai, what should I do..." Being disemboweled and sold for organs is indeed miserable, but ugly is also really ugly. I felt a cramping pain in my stomach when I saw it.

"Is there still power to move after losing the organs? Does the consciousness still exist..."

I turned around and saw Dazai rubbing his chin, his eyes sparkling, and he was full of desire to explore and tried to move forward.

"Don't go." My tone was as cold as if I was trying to prevent my son from going to the old mother who had a puppy love. This situation is particularly vicissitudes.

Who knows if the moving corpse is infected with some kind of virus, if it is caught, wouldn't it be on the set of Resident Evil?I refuse to take the zombie Dazai back.

"Yu-"

The voice of Dazai and I seemed to have awakened the man. There was a layer of gray-white conjunctiva on the surface of his cloudy eyeballs, oozing blue-yellow viscous pus.

In the end, the man's eyes stayed on my white coat, and he rushed over with a ferocious expression, and his speed became extremely fast with the bonus of anger.

Dazai didn't feel nervous at all, and even wanted to go up to have a close contact: "Oh! He came here."

"The idiot ran away!" I was startled by Dazai's surprised exclamation, and hurriedly grabbed his hand and rushed towards the elevator.

"Da da da!"

I frantically pressed the up button next to the elevator door, and tightened Dazai's hand involuntarily.

"Ding—the first floor is here."

"Go in, go in!" Dazai looked at the man's half-open stomach reluctantly, the internal organs were no longer fresh under the erosion of time, showing a rotten dark red.

I hurriedly pushed Dazai into the elevator car, and the moment Dazai squeezed through the door, he pressed the close button.

I saw the man's skinny hand stretched out reluctantly was blocked by the elevator door, and his nails scratched on the stainless steel elevator door, making teeth-stinging sounds.

"Crack! Crack! Crack..." As the elevator slowly ascended, the sound of the man hammering on the elevator door with reluctance gradually faded, and I leaned against the elevator car to breathe heavily.

Dazai looked at the closed elevator door with regret, like a baby who has been robbed of candy.

"Mr. Dazai, can't you sneak over and play with other people's corpses?"

"I don't have such a strange hobby."

"stare--"

"Okay, I see~"

The elevator went up to the sixth floor, and the originally quiet and cold corridor gave me a strange sense of intimacy.

The office is very cold, but I really enjoy the silence now.

"Miss Doctor, I'm hungry."

"...To be honest, I'm hungry too."

The cart nurse delivered dinner at six o'clock on time, half an hour before meal time.

So Dazai and I covered our stomachs and looked at each other.

correct!

I opened the cabinet and took out the backpack I brought, and groped in the small pocket next to it.

The soft touch is taken out and it is a pink silk scarf. I like it very much. I have been looking for it for a long time but I haven't found it. It turns out that I stuffed it here.

Let's put it on the desk and continue the treasure hunt.

According to my living habits, there must be a lot of small snacks stuffed in my bag on a whim.I don't know if it's a bad habit I picked up from Tun. I don't feel safe if I don't have food in my bag.

"What is Miss Doctor looking for?" Dazai picked up the silk scarf and straightened it two or three times, flipping it nimbly with his fingers to fold it into a rose.

Pretty pink flowers.

"I'm looking for something to eat. I don't want to sit on a chair and wait for food with my stomach covered."

"Huh? Hurry up and find the doctor lady, I'm going to be hungry!"

"Won't you achieve your goal if you're hungry? Did you succeed in suicide?"

"I don't want this painful way!"

"Here, here you are." I dug out two bars of chocolate from the zipper pocket in my backpack. The one stuffed in my bag in May last time was a highly concentrated black chocolate.

My face remained calm, but I was already looking forward to seeing Dazai wrinkle his face and cry out in pain.

"Crack, crack."

Dazai took a piece of wrapping paper and took a few bites, his expression naturally unresponsive.

"Crack, click." Dazai took a few quick bites, and quickly ate half of it.

"Mr. Dazai, how does it taste?"

Dazai puffed his cheeks and opened his eyes innocently: "Huh? It's pretty good."

"…Oh."

real or fake?

I looked at Dazai, then at Heiqiao in my hand, and hesitantly peeled off the wrapping paper and took a bite.

"...Wow! It's so bitter!"

"Hahahaha! The lady doctor is wrinkled into a bun."

The moment I bit it off, Dazai threw away one third of the black chocolate left in his hand, smiling wildly as if he hadn't eaten it.

Hurt the enemy one hundred and self-injure one thousand, are you proud?

I slapped Heiqiao on the table, grabbed Dazai's back collar and shook it back and forth: "Aren't you very proud! Are you!"

"Ahem! I didn't! I'm about to suffocate..."

"Doctor Yinggu..." Xiliu's voice was as thin as a mosquito's moan, as if her bones had been taken away, she was trembling when she walked. "I'm here to prescribe medicine, and I need a signature."

"Cough, good."

I ended the brutality against Dazai, took Xiliu-sang's medicine list and signed on it: "Xiliu-sang's complexion is not very good, did you not rest?"

Xiliu's face was pale, but her lips were reddish purple, it seemed that all the blood on her face had flowed onto her lips.Her walking posture was stiff, her eyes stared blankly ahead, like a paper doll placed on a mourning hall.

It took Xiliu a long time to react when she heard my words. She tilted her head slowly and smiled at me almost to the ear: "...I'm fine."

Xiliu's lips were dry, and as soon as the arc of the smile opened, dark purple blood flowed out from the flesh.

"Oh, good." My hand holding the medicine list stiffened, and the scene of Xiliu's body being torn apart kept replaying in my mind.

"Thank you, Doctor Yinggu." Xiliu's tone was flat, the blood on her lips was already hanging on her chin, but she turned around and left slowly as if nothing had happened.

This is definitely not a normal person!

"Mr. Dazai, tell me... is there something wrong with Xiliu?"

"It's not right." Dazai threw away the two airtight glass bottles in his hand.

"Where did Mr. Dazai get the sedative? I remember you can only get it from the medicine store."

"The things in that nurse Xiliu's pocket are all tranquilizers."

"Then why does she need so many tranquilizers?"

"I don't know." Dazai shrugged and pulled out a syringe out of nowhere, and drew out the liquid medicine skillfully.The liquid medicine overflows and condenses into drops at the tip of the needle, and finally slides down the needle.

"Mr. Dazai, I think it's better for you to be quiet at this time." Now that I'm very used to Dazai's various coquettish operations, I lift up the book spread out on the table, "Look, an overdose of sedatives may Respiratory depression can lead to death by suffocation."

Dazai rolled up his sleeves and was lost in thought while facing the thick bandage on his arm.

"Put down the syringe, we are still good friends, I still have..."

"Doctor Sakuragu..."

All my words of persuasion were blocked by a cold female voice.

"Uh, what's the matter?"

Xiliu, who had just left, came back again. She saw the empty sedative bottle on the table, her whole face contorted, and the purple blood dried up and scabbed on her chin and collar.

"Mine! Mine! I don't want to die... I don't want to die!"

Xiliu rushed up and held the bottle tightly, shaking her fingers like a sieve, trying to pick out the remaining medicinal liquid from the bottle

Startled by her, I jumped up from the office chair and stood beside Dazai.

Dazai put on the needle cap, rolled up his sleeves and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​injecting himself with a sedative.

I grabbed Dazai's clothes and whispered, "Tranquilizers are not precious, why does Xiliu look like he's going to die?"

Dazai's expression was indifferent at this time, the broken-legged smile disappeared when he was making jokes, and the depths of his kite-colored pupils swirled: "Maybe it is a life-saving baby for her."

"Ho ho... mine! Give it to me!"

Xiliu gasped and rushed towards Dazai, his eyes widened and stuck in their sockets.

"Indeed it's not a treasure, but it's too wasteful to use it for a dead person." The corner of Dazai's mouth curled up, his slightly long bangs looked confused, he threw the syringe on the ground and stepped on it.

"Crack."

"Ah, ahhhhhhhhh——" Xiliu stopped, looking at the puddles of water on the ground, and sat on the ground slumped.

It happened so fast that my hand was even on Dazai's coat.

"Mr. Dazai."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Dazai stretched out his hand and patted the top of my head, his voice was so lazy that it was cold.

"...no, nothing."

Xiliu's pupils were dilated, she picked up the broken syringe in despair, and tried to put it back together with shaking hands.

The blood vessels on the back of Xiliu's hand began to ooze purple red blood beads, and her lips trembled nervously: "Sedative, it's okay, it's okay...my enhancer hehehe..."

A tube of bright red liquid appeared out of thin air in Xiliu's hand, she pulled out the cork and eagerly poured it into her mouth.

"Snapped."

The glass tube fell to the ground and shattered into crystal clear ice slags, stained with residual red liquid, reflecting the beauty of beauty.

"Ah... ho ho..." Xi Liu fell to the ground, grasping her neck with both hands, and licking her nails on her neck in an attempt to relieve the pain.

Small pieces of meat were scraped off by the nails, and purple blood stains ooze from the tender meat.

Is this Xiliu's last self-help after realizing his situation?

I felt chills all over my body, so I couldn't help taking a step aside to approach Dazai. Xiliu's actions reminded me of the final struggle of a butterfly before death after falling into a spider's web.

"Haah... woo..." Xiliu arched her body, she didn't even have the strength to roll over, her face was flushed red and she was sobbing and panting, as if she would explode in the next second.

"boom!"

The scene of that night reappeared in front of me, Xiliu's body convulsed and a cloud of blood exploded, and the strong smell of blood was more impactful than ever.

The blood mist quickly descended from the sky, and the area it sprayed was not large. Dazai and I still looked clean, which contrasted sharply with Xiliu who had no human form on the ground.

"Ah, the shoes are dirty." Dazai looked down at his white slippers, which were splashed with a few round blood stains.

Dazai walked over to pick up the bag on the desk and the roses folded with silk scarves.

I froze in place, my lips were cold.

Dazai smiled and placed the blood-stained rose on top of my head.

"It's stained with blood, but it's very suitable for Miss Doctor."