horror effect

It was a very busy day at Renee Hostatova's clinic.First, the wound on Julian Raymond's head was treated; then Mrs. Banin's condition worsened due to the cold weather, and Hostatova contacted a major hospital in the city, planning to transfer to another hospital for treatment after the road conditions improved; The lumberjack Gernie has been recovering very quickly recently, and Nikolai has been checking him up and helping him with rehabilitation exercises all afternoon.During this period, many old people and children who caught colds due to the continuous drop in temperature also came to the medical center to see a doctor.There were people coming and going in the small consulting room, and this situation lasted until the end of get off work.

When the last patient took the medicine and left, Hostatova collapsed on the sofa in the consulting room, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples with her fingers.This kind of sudden busy day is normal for her.A small town medical facility where either nothing happens or everything happens together.She has long been used to it.However, the feeling of exhaustion that comes with being busy has become more and more serious in recent years.Ten years ago, these jobs were nothing, and she could have done them all by herself, but now she has an assistant, Nicholas, a nurse, and an orderly, but she still feels tired.

She knew that this exhaustion was not only produced in the body, but also in the heart.Ten years have made her an excellent doctor, and at the same time, she has turned her life into a barge sailing back and forth between the two banks. Send another group of people back from the other side.Embark, sail, disembark.

Hostatova is not a cold person, she understands the duties of a doctor.But even so, seeing a doctor has become a mechanized process: consultation, treatment, and prescription.Every day.Occasionally, there will be some sudden emergencies, which will allow her to concentrate all her energy.Although the emergency room is annoying, and it always happens on festivals or nights, Hostatova feels that life changes at this time, like a big rift suddenly appeared on the plain. It is also an unexpected landscape.

But emergencies don't always come up, so most of the time, she has to find something to do to fill her free time.Hostatova arranged for herself refresher courses, various technical examinations, academic conferences in the city.She didn't do it to get a job at a big hospital or to get promoted.She just doesn't want to be idle.

When a person is free, he always likes to think wildly, either fantasizing about the future or looking back at the past.It all meant pain for Hostatova.The future was to her only copies of today, and the past to her was a heap of torn rags hanging from the treetops, dusty and faded by the sun and drifting with the trees. The growth of people is getting farther and farther away.

Yes, the day's work is over and the caregiver has left.For Mrs. Barnin and Gurney went back to their respective homes, and the nurse and Nicholas would leave after a while.She will be the only one left in the house.She would close the clinic, go upstairs, make herself dinner, watch TV, keep a journal of her day's work, check medical updates on the Internet, and finally go to sleep.The day passed like this.Ten years passed like this.

Hostatova was still rubbing her temples.She doesn't feel well. She has seen several cold patients today. Maybe she should take some medicine herself.She took the key and went into the next room, opened the medicine cabinet, and rummaged inside.There was a slamming door at the other end of the house, in the sick room, maybe Nikolay was closing the door.This didn't bother her movements.

She found the medicine.At this time, Nicholas' voice came from the door of the room: "You are looking for medicine. Do you feel unwell?"

Hostatova turned around and smiled at him. "It's okay. Maybe it's just psychological."

Nicholas looked at her for a while, and then said: "You don't look very well."

"Oh? Really?" Hostatova raised her hand and touched her cheek.Little did she know that the gesture made her less serious. "I think it may be tired. Just rest for a while."

When she put her hand down, she messed up a strand of black hair by her ear, hanging fluffy, trembling slightly with the movement of speaking.The strands of hair became tentacles like moth brushes, gently tapping on Nikolay's nerves.A feeling of admiration is sometimes excited by the strangest things, sometimes a rose, sometimes a rain, sometimes the slightest sigh caused by the sound of the wind.For Nikolay, it was the lock of hair that aroused his admiration.It became more and more prominent in his eyes, so that he could not pay attention to Hostatova herself.In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he took a step up suddenly, and stretched out his hand to pin that annoying strand of black hair behind her ear.

It wasn't until all the actions were done that Nicholas realized his impoliteness, and a surprised expression that he didn't believe appeared on his face. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not...I..." He stammered, blushing.

Hostatova was surprised too, but she was older and more mature than Nikolai.She smiled as gently as possible, and said, "I'm really tired today, and I didn't notice the image problem. Thank you for reminding me to keep the doctor tidy." These words made Nicholas' flustered heart sink immediately.She draws a line between them.

The two of them had nothing more to say.Nikolai hurried away, and she was left alone again.She took the medicine, turned off the lights, locked the door of the medical clinic, and went to her own living place from the stairs on the side of the house.She was the only one, and ten years ago, there were originally two people here.She looked at the empty room, sighed, and went into the kitchen to start making dinner.

The waves of the sea beat against the shore, the sound was very soft, the light blue water surface was very quiet, as if frozen, reflecting the large round white clouds, as if there was another sky below, exactly like the one above.The golden-yellow sandy beach stretches into the distance, wrapping the bay like a crescent moon.On the land opposite to the sea, there are no palm trees, brightly colored awnings, luxurious resort hotels, or even people that you usually see on the beach.The sandy beach advances far away, forward, if there is no sea water on one side, you must think it is a desert.But if this is a desert, there are no sand dunes.The place is like a huge shallow pan, evenly sprinkled with sand.Flat ground allows one to see far, but that's the same, just sand.There are no mountains, no canyons, and the whole world seems to be smoothed out.

Herbert Wernstein stood on the beach, staring at the sand beneath his feet.Fossils are everywhere on the boundless beach: trilobites, disc-shaped nautiluses, and more biological fossils that he can't name, which are so strange that they shouldn't appear on the earth at all.All the fossils were much larger than they should have been, with the nautilus as large as a tabletop.These things are all over the beach, everywhere, some are completely exposed, some are half buried in the sand, and some are only exposed a little.It seems that a giant once sprinkled countless Burgess Shale fossils here, declaring the noise of the world.

Herbert sat on a nautilus fossil and looked at another fossil in front of him—the fossil of the Pikaia, the direct ancestor of human beings.He evolved from the image of the stone when it was alive, and nature shaped his soul to give him the image of a human being.The difference between him and his ancestors is so huge.But in Herbert's view the difference between human souls is comparable.He wondered whether the Pikaia worms that once swam in shallow waters could sense differences from each other, as vastly different as humans.

He was thinking aimlessly like this.Although it was not the first time he had entered this world, he was always surrounded by a desolate and lonely atmosphere.A strange feeling came from behind, not a sound, not a smell, just a feeling.In this world, Herbert's intuition is very keen, and he never misses it.

He turned around and saw 'he' sitting behind him, his white body wrapped in a long white cloak, and his long silver hair was almost translucent in the sunlight, fluttering gently.Herbert grabbed 'his' hands on his knees, put them on his lips, kissed them, and said in a low voice: "Burgers, Bergers..."

'He' let him kiss and waited for a while before speaking: "You want to see me. Talk about your affairs and our affairs."

Burroughs smiled.Not the mocking smile Julian had seen before, but gentle, with a touch of pity. "Because of the French photographer. Because I let him see me?"

"You always know why I see you, always know...Indeed, you are right again, it is because of him. Why did you bring him in? He has nothing to do with your affairs."

Burroughs suddenly reached out and stroked Herbert's cheek, stopping his words with this movement.

"Why would I involve someone who doesn't make sense? I explored his memories, initially out of curiosity. I like to explore the memories of people from different places, because then I can see a lot of different interesting Stories, you can discover many different souls. When I walked into the memory world of Julian Raymond, I found that there are many different things there. He is a unique person. Maybe you don’t realize it, but His mind is unique. I am interested and want to go deeper; I want to pluck his bloody heart out of his chest and put it on a plate for him to see; I want to know what he will be like then expression."

Herbert stared at him intently, and there was a strange twitch of his body--a wrenching pain in his chest. "What did you find in him?" he asked.

"Didn't I say that I found a heart that was once broken into many pieces, but has been glued together."

"……I don't know."

"You will understand one day, first understand him, then understand me."

"Have I not understood you yet?" said Herbert with some bitterness.

Percy didn't answer, he put his arms around Herbert, pulled the two people's bodies closer, and pressed them tightly together.Herbert knew that the other party was comforting himself, comforting the pain he felt just now.He didn't fully understand Burgess, he didn't know the shape of the soul in that white body, whether it was good or bad, and he didn't know why Burgess was interested in Julian Raymond.A broken heart?A lot of people keep this thing in their chests, including himself.Such a heart is wrapped under the bones, muscles and skin, and no one can see it.

Burroughs was stroking his body, and the gentle movement interrupted his thinking.Julian's face disappeared from his thoughts, and the beautiful face of Birkens took up all the space.How beautiful he is.His body, his face, his hair.

His whiteness is like angel's wings, surrounding my body.He wraps me, covers me, as beauty itself wraps me, covers me.I know what beauty is, and I know even more what beauty is trapped in and cannot extricate itself from.I'm cut down, I'm cut down.I'm going down, cover mine with your lips.