dramatic death

In today's surveillance, it is not difficult to find out who did what, but the difficulty is that Yin Tong bumped into too many people that afternoon.

From the ignorant civilians to the surveillance eyes of Nightingale and the Academy of Sciences, everyone could be bribed, and everyone could be used as a one-time murder weapon.

The Academy of Sciences conducted a three-month investigation to no avail.

"They speculated that Mr. Xiaoyin might have been injected with some kind of drug," Dong Tiantian said, "but without the actual drug, there is no way to talk about the antidote."

"What did the doctor say?" An Qi asked.

"The doctor didn't say anything," Dong Tiantian shook his head, "Christie took Mr. Xiaoyin to all the hospitals in the Central City. At first, he asked for a physical examination, and then he went straight to the psychiatry department. However, ten doctors did not know what to do. Nine of them prescribed a bag of sedatives to Mr. Xiaoyin, and the remaining one was unreliable, Christie almost fainted in the bathroom."

"Why not reliable?" An Qi asked.

"It seems because that guy is an intern." Dong Tiantian rested his chin and scratched the light screen, and found a message in the notepad, "Well, it's not just an intern. The doctor's name was Tong Shuyao, and he was a fresh graduate at the time. .”

That was the sixth month that Christie had dug Yintong out.

Midsummer, early July.

The hallucinations that appeared intermittently not only brought the overwhelming twilight, but also completely changed the creation called "human beings" in Yintong's eyes. The few hours of waking up every day are like a gift from God. While keeping him alive, he never forgets to escape and ascend to heaven fantasy.

...Just let me have a good time.

Yin Tong sometimes think so.

He often thought of killing himself with a click, so that Christie would not have to work hard to take him into hiding.He has caused too much trouble for Christie, since the other party led him to escape from the abandoned city, and since he opened his eyes, he has been making mistakes constantly.

It's a torture.

He watched the little girl running around for him, and watched the other party often wake up in the middle of the night, sitting on the edge of his bed with red eyes.

He often feels that he has done something wrong, committed an unforgivable sin in the past or in the present.But he couldn't remember anything, so that Christie's apology was like a heavy boulder, and every "I'm sorry" hit his heart hard.

Obviously, it was me who should say I'm sorry, and it was me who caused trouble.

I should apologize.

He always thought that, he thought I should have a good talk with Christie, she saved me, she did nothing wrong.

But he couldn't say it, he was held in place by Christie's tears, he didn't know what to do, and no one told him what to do.

It wasn't until the sixth month after leaving the abandoned capital that the increasingly severe hallucinations tormented his fragile stomach and successfully sent him to face the mottled white wall of the psychiatric department.

It was a scorching afternoon.

The doctor who received the consultation was a fresh graduate. The doll’s face full of collagen was covered with sleepiness. His yellow white coat was hanging loosely on his body. Crumpled short-sleeved shirt.

Yin Tong sat on the square stool on his right, glanced at his crumbling breastplate - which said "Tong Shuyao", and then his eyes stayed on the opposite white wall in a trance.

"What are you looking at?" A young doctor named Tong Shuyao asked while yawning.

Yin Tong glanced at him from the sidelines, and was dazed for a while, before returning to his soul as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and squeezed out a small air sound from between his lips and teeth.

"What did you say?" Tong Shuyao didn't hear clearly, so he stopped writing the medical records, removed the light screen in front of his eyes, looked at Yin Tong and repeated his question, "What are you looking at?"

The patient being questioned looks away.

He let out a short murmur, as if preparing an "I" introduction.Tong Shuyao's gaze moved with him to the opposite white wall, it was empty and there was nothing that could attract attention.

There was silence in the medical room, and Yintong gradually realized that he saw something that others couldn't see.

"I'm not looking at anything."

So he lied.

"I just stay in a daze."

He concealed the strange scene in his field of vision, the peeling skin on the wall, the yellow eyeball behind the wall skin, and the eyeball that was staring firmly at his heart.

He seemed to hear someone whispering: "Liar", but he still pulled the corners of his lips, smiling hard and looking in Tong Shuyao's direction.

"I've been having nightmares lately, and I don't sleep well so I don't have energy during the day," Yin Tong said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp noise suddenly sounded behind him, and the metal stool for people to rest crossed a considerable distance on the ground. The perpetrator, Christie, smiled shyly, her eyes were red, and she held onto the stool cautiously sat back down.

Yin Tong frowned, his gaze crossed the icy ground and stayed on the pale wall again.

The eyeball was still stuck in the peeling wall, wriggling and making sticky noises.

Yin Tong looked down at her clean fingertips.

He remembered the nights when the hysteria had first begun.He once woke up in the cold midnight with a throat as dry as rusted iron pipes.He tiptoed around Christie's bed, walked into the living room, and switched on the lonely night light on the wall, shivering from the cold touch screen.

A faint warm yellow halo enveloped the corner of the living room, the sticky liquid slipped from the filthy wall, he saw the bloody turbid night nibble away the old wooden floor bit by bit, overflowing the tassels of the sofa , covering every corner of his field of vision.

At that time, he didn't know what these hallucinations were, he had no memory, and he didn't even feel creepy.

Then he heard the sound of something peeling off, like a petite green shoot breaking through the soil, or a cork coming off a stiff glass bottle with a soft pop.

From the wall in front of him, a dry eyeball grew.The crimson goo seeping into the walls looked like its tears.

"……Hey!"

Shaking fingers interrupted Yin Tong's memory, he raised his head, and looked at Tong Shuyao with curious eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Tong Shuyao asked.

"Sorry," Yin Tong pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"It is written in the medical record that you are not in a good state of mind and sometimes have hallucinations." Tong Shuyao tapped the light screen floating in mid-air with a light pen, "What hallucinations have you had recently?"

"I used to always see the dusk, and there were some weird-looking people," Yin Tong held his slightly cold fingertips, "It's not very common these days, maybe I'm going to recover."

He shrugged, pretending to be joking with ease, Tong Shuyao smirked to match him, put away the light screen and pointed to the opposite white wall.

"What hallucination are you seeing now?" He asked again, "Please don't hide your illness, I want to hear the truth."

People always repeat "I want to hear the truth" tirelessly when faced with doubts, but the scope of this "truth" is probably limited to the "answer" he wants to get.For example, couples will always try to find out before their lover "cheating". Or before describing it as the "answer" to hallucinations such as "the siege of the dead", I am afraid that he will not put away his suspicious eyes.

Yin Tong sighed in his heart.

But what if you got the answer?Not everyone is willing to accept "the so-called truth" without any grievances.

Like Christie.

If only he hadn't sneaked into the living room to find a drink of water that sleepless night, hadn't looked back in panic the moment Christie turned on the lights, hadn't credulously accepted Christie's "acceptance".

Not sitting face to face with Christie, not obediently telling what he saw.

——"I don't know...it's red everywhere, what's going on here? What's on your head, Christie? You're here," Yin Tong reached out and touched Christie's right head, and there was something soft and sticky It was sticky, which made his heart empty for half a beat, and his stomach was churning with a strong desire to vomit, "What is this..." He stood up trembling and took a half step forward, then staggered and fell to the ground. Stretching his head and reaching out to touch Christie's hair, he read the frightened expression on the other's pale face.

— "What did you see?" Christie asked.

—— Yin Tong's fingertips were trembling, he pressed his twisted and throbbing stomach, raised his head and stumbled and asked, "Is this blood?"

If he didn't say the "answer" to the "question".

Maybe he wouldn't be sitting here now.

Christie was unwilling to accept this "answer", she rejected Yin Tong's hallucinations, and even desperately determined that he should check whether his brain was intact.She thinks it is the sequelae of amnesia, Yintong was hit on the head by something when he was in the garbage dump. She is sure that whether it is physical therapy or surgery, there is always a way to return him to "normal". What he saw is not A hallucination, but a strange disease.

A disease that can be cured.

To some extent, her thoughts coincide with Yin Tong's.No one wants to get rid of the illusion more than Yin Tong himself. He has had enough of the overwhelming blood red, enough of the inhumans with missing arms and legs in the streets, and enough of Christie's tears.

He didn't want to see Christie get up in the middle of the night and dig out a lot of bottles and jars, and he didn't want to swallow the capsules in those bottles and jars.

Those so-called "specific drugs" did not bring him any benefit.

So he lowered his eyes and shook his head. He said, "I can't see anything now. I haven't seen those things for a long time. It's just that Christie is worried and insists on bringing me for inspection."

His slender eyelashes are like trembling thin wings, and there is a helpless smile on his tightly pressed thin lips: "I'm just distracted."

He chose to hide.

However, this answer still doesn't seem to be what Christie wants.

The girl's body was like a tense bow, and she didn't feel the slightest slack because of Yin Tong's answer, but instead became tighter and tighter until she couldn't help but bounce off the seat.The expression on her face changed several times, from shock to disbelief, and finally went blank.

Her eye sockets were red, as if some disturbing liquid would roll out in the next second.

Yin Tong unconsciously tensed his back.

He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what to say. Christie rushed out through the automatic door of the medical room, but he was like a penitent welded to a stool, the unprovoked daze strangling his fragile throat, squeezing the remaining air in his lungs.

"Do you think you are very good at lying?" Tong Shuyao raised his eyebrows, he even deliberately took out the glasses case from the drawer, took out the pair of black-rimmed glasses inside and put them on the bridge of his nose, "Well, it's a pity that I saw it through Yes, it must be because I'm too smart."

He was amused by his own words, propped his forehead and shook his shoulders and grinned silently, before looking into Yintong's eyes after a long while.

"Can you tell me what you saw now? Please explain it clearly."

"..." Yin Tong looked away from him, his hands clenched and loosened, and his eyes stayed on the peeling white wall, "I saw the dusk, countless rolling sticky eyeballs, and rotten flesh and blood Blurry you."

"The time stays at 18:45."

"I can't see your face because your head is a bloody, streaked mass that looks like a peeled finger."