dramatic death

The moment Yin Tong stepped onto the rooftop, he turned off the voice call with Dong Tiantian.

In fact, he more or less guessed what would happen on this rooftop. After all, those punks who pushed him all the way were always outspoken, and they could say all kinds of nasty words, as if a few more curses would make him appear mature and stable. .

Christie's original thoughts are unknown. The moment Yintong was stripped of his coat, he wanted to smash the heads of those little boys, but the rules of the game completely restrained his body movements and forced him to fall on the roof. In muddy water.

——Thanks to the green roof of the school. Although it is a bit dirty when knocked, it really doesn't hurt much.

Yin Tong lay on the ground and looked at Christie who was not far away. The little girl played the role of a bystander, with two cold eyes inlaid on her pale face, she looked like a puppet without a soul.

She was silent, watching Yintong's shirt buttons being pulled off, watching those laughing boys take off the pants of their companions, forcing him to move forward.

——Ants are always good at dragging their companions down the abyss.

For a long time, Yin Tong always tried to understand why he had fallen to this point, but he didn't realize until a few minutes ago that maybe some things happened for no reason at all.

Or its cause is really small, so small that it can almost be ignored, as if Christie's expressionless face at the end of the rooftop may not have any deep hatred with him, she is just playing a role, a bystander, executioner character of.

——That is to say, there may have been four people who carried out this atrocity in the first place.

— two pressurers, a bystander, and a coward who executes.

Yintong was overturned on the grass, and the buttons of his shirt collapsed into the wet soil.

It probably just rained a few days ago, and the soil in the garden has a rotten smell.Yin Tong felt as if his consciousness had been torn in two, one half was trying to lift off the trembling dog on his body, and the other half was standing beside Christie, watching the farce with cold eyes.

He seems to have seen that terrible evening, as if he saw Christie's pale little face being pressed into the mud.The girl's panic mingled into every inch of the air as if it had substance, like planting a screaming mandrake in his mind, making him dizzy from the noise.

Yintong could feel that his memory was gradually becoming a complete chain, but he still couldn't see those scattered pictures clearly, as if he was still covering his eyes with his hands.

He finds it ridiculous.

Until he stepped into the stairwell, he thought his "amnesia" was a medically treatable condition.However, when he realized the significance of Christie's existence, he suddenly realized that his "can't remember", maybe it can't be called "can't remember".

His "memory" was "erased".

By someone, in a way that he may not understand in the future, it was deleted from his mind like a junk file.

If Chen Yan's "data personality" theory can be established, then the existence of Christie is enough to prove the applicability of this theory.If the so-called "soul" is just a piece of "data" that can be tampered with, even if the price of tampering is relatively high, or the execution conditions are too strict, it is possible to "restore the factory settings" of a living person.

It is also possible to delete and change him as "Yintong" into a "newborn" who knows nothing.

—but why would Christie do this?

—Will there be any benefit in erasing my memory?

Yintong felt that his thinking had fallen into an endless loop. He felt that something had gone wrong, but he couldn't tell where it all went wrong.

The smell of earth on the roof is too strong, and the wet rain seems to have soaked the flower garden into a pond. It took Yintong nearly five seconds to realize what was in his mouth, raised his eyes, and faced a pair of terrified eyes. eyes.

--is blood.

He bit someone.Or Christie who was in this position bit someone.

His vision was cloudy, and he could vaguely see countless faces of fear.Different screams mixed with the sound of the hunting wind were rampaging in his mind, and the howling sound buried all his thoughts with the smell of blood. Yin Tong felt like he was stuffed into a working bellows. It was constantly squeezing his brain.

He felt hungry, and the hunger drained all the saliva from his throat.He felt that his lips had been split open, but it was obvious that they had just been soaked in dirty blood.

He couldn't even think about what was happening right now.

When the consciousness went back again, Yin Tong found that he was already standing on the edge of the rooftop.

This is an extremely weird scene.His mind trembled because of the distance of twelve floors, but his limbs were still firmly fixed on the edge of the roof.He could feel a pair of small hands on his back—Christie should be standing beside him, and she probably still maintained that expressionless look, ready to push Yintong into the abyss under her feet.

——Just like pushing Xia Zexing down before.

Yin Tong opened his mouth, trying to find his voice.

He vaguely heard someone crying in the wind, but he couldn't tell if he listened carefully.He tried to say something to the executioner beside him, but the moment he spoke, he swayed due to inertia, and fell suddenly to the edge of the roof.

He realized he could move.

This freedom came so weirdly and abruptly that Yin Tong only had time to grab the raised steps on the edge of the roof the moment he fell.He was like a kite, or a rag bag hung on a telephone pole. The strong wind on the twelfth floor made him almost embrace freedom in the next second, and then obey the gravity to become an ugly corpse.

He'd walk through the downstairs window like Xia Zexing, or cut a hole in the temple like Christie.However, someone took his place first, and Yin Tong raised his head subconsciously, only in time to see the little girl on the rooftop who was hit in the back of the neck by a fire axe, and fainted with blood in the crimson sunset above her head.

Something splashed in his face, with a disgusting stench of filth.

Christie, like a bird with its wings ripped off, overtook him and fell headlong into the flower bed downstairs.She died without a sound, as if the previous game was an absurd drama.Yin Tong looked up at the perpetrator on the roof, and suddenly realized the fear in a few short breaths.

His fear came silently, but instantly submerged his heart and lungs like a raging sea.He could feel his rapid breathing and his trembling body. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he seemed to be able to hear a voice whispering in his ear: "This is wrong." .

"It was wrong and you will regret it."

——what is wrong?

——What will I regret?

He saw the setting sun peel off like blood, and a huge plush rabbit stood on the edge of the roof.His head was chopped off in half by some sharp weapon, and dirty cotton wadding could still be seen between the severed fabric.

The cotton wool was dark red and looked as if it had been stained with sticky blood.They fell down the rabbit's neck and landed on Yintong's face, one by one, as if trying to perform a bad flower petal rain.

Yin Tong suddenly cried.

A few seconds before the world went dark, he held onto the edge of the roof and cried like a child who lost candy.He didn't even know where his sadness came from, but at this moment he clearly realized what he might lose.

……

People are always trying to change the past, but this delusion is the root of all suffering.

……

Dusk, 18:45.

Yin Tong woke up from his muddy consciousness.

He first realized that he was sitting in a classroom, and then realized that he was busy making up homework.The fierce overseer in front of him was the reason why he couldn't go back to the dormitory at the moment, but this little girl was very good at acting like a baby, she would cry, make trouble, hang herself, and whenever she frowned, Yin Tong would bow down.

There is no monitor who takes the lead in helping others with their homework. This let the teacher know and give him an ideological education.

Yin Tong put down his pen, copied his hands, and rolled his eyes in the background sound of gnawing an apple.

He said: "Can you do me a favor and forget about your own homework if you don't write it yourself. When I am here to help you write it, can you come down and watch it carefully, and you still eat apples? You can't bear it."

Accompanied by his voice, the little girl on the opposite side gradually revealed her clear appearance. She was sitting on the desk filled with dusk, gnawing an apple while shaking her legs. After bumping into Yintong's desk.

"I, Tan Xiao, I haven't smiled recently because of you," she pouted, biting an apple aggrievedly, "this apple may be my last apple, I'm weak and helpless, and I can't even I can't even eat an apple."

"..."

Yin Tong looked at her expressionlessly, and read slowly: "I wrote the homework."

"But I was on the test bench!" Tan Xiao exclaimed exaggeratedly, "That place is cold, painful and scary. I sat on the test bench, and I saw the ghosts of eighteen generations of ancestors."

Yin Tong was tense for a long while, and finally picked up the pen while holding his forehead, he said: "Little ancestor, isn't there only four people in your family? The eighteen generations of ancestors didn't even leave a picture, what can you see. "

"I can see shadows." Tan Xiao lowered his eyes and bit the apple nonchalantly, "There are a lot of dark shadows, maybe there are eighteen generations of my ancestors in them?"

Yin Tong's writing hand paused.

He could vaguely feel a feeling of guilt in his heart, and he even unconsciously rejected the topic Tan Xiao was talking about now.

He felt that he had done something wrong, or that the "experiment" that Tan Xiao said was helped by his participation.

——She came this far because of me.

He could hear the voice in his heart.

——She came this far because of me.

However, Tan Xiao's voice didn't stop, she was still talking about the so-called experiment experience.Her voice rubbed into the dim sunset like a vague lullaby, with a little weeping sound mixed in the countless overlapping syllables.

Yin Tong vaguely felt that he heard something crying, and when he looked up at Tan Xiao, he saw a clear smile on her face again.

The arse-colored sunset fell on her forehead through the window, spreading over her loose hair, like drenched with dirty blood.Yintong began to realize that something was wrong, but he couldn't control his actions at all. He could feel that he was looking at the girl opposite with a smile, and then asked with a soft sigh.

"Then how do you want me to compensate you?"

Then his field of vision was reversed, everything seemed to be stuffed into a washing machine that was being stirred, he passed out briefly and then stood on the edge of the roof, something was caught in the howling cold wind below, his fingers gripped tightly like iron pliers his ankle.

He looked down, meeting Christie's eyes.She was laughing, and the blood on her forehead fell into the dark sunset.

"I want you," she said.

"I don't want anything, I just want you."

……

Evening, 18:46, classroom on the third floor.

Yin Tong woke up from the nightmare.