dramatic death

What should "that monster" look like?

Yin Tong has never seen pictures of the White Tower on social networks, and his memory of that place basically comes from text descriptions in search engines. Critics are used to defining it as "another form of prison", claiming that "The so-called 'natural human rights' have still not been implemented, and the current White Tower is just a slaughterhouse without blood."

But what is a "slaughterhouse"?

Yintong didn't know that his understanding of the word "slaughter" was still limited to the definition in the dictionary, and he didn't understand the extended meaning of the word at all, and he didn't know what kind of tragedy it would bring when it was spelled on people.

He raised his head and looked blankly at Chen Yan who was on the opposite sofa.

Mr. Chen was wearing a slightly wrinkled suit, his body was filled with the lingering smell of alcohol, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the irritable expression on his face was clearly visible.Yin Tong saw him open the mobile terminal on the inside of his wrist, tap it a few times in mid-air, and a translucent panel gradually condensed in front of Yin Tong's eyes, like a piece of light and transparent jelly.

There were a few photos opened on it, a few pale photos with human figures vaguely visible.

"This is the monster in the 'White Tower'." Chen Yan said.

Those who appear in the photo maintain the same attire and appear on camera with an exaggerated, smiling expression.Yin Tong saw Chen Yan slide the screen on the opposite side, and the photo turned into a short video of only 25 seconds. The photographer seemed to be standing upstairs or something, watching the prisoners in the corridor below from a bird's-eye view ( monster).

—Where are they going?

Yin Tong had such a question, but Chen Yan cut off his thoughts one second before he asked, he said: "Hush", motioning Yin Tong to watch the video carefully.

The progress bar at the bottom of the light screen has reached the 18th second. Yin Tong saw the prisoners who were called "monsters" by Chen Yan suddenly stopped in the video, raised their heads, and looked sideways in the direction of the camera.

There was an exaggerated smile like a clown on their faces, their lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of their mouths were pulled to the sides of the ears, as if drawing an incomplete arc on their faces.

--what are they doing?

Yin Tong saw that the progress bar on the light screen had come to an end, Chen Yan turned off the player, and said to him through the slightly blue light screen: "They are basking in the sun."

—Basking in the... sun?

"Yes, basking in the sun." Chen Yan closed the light screen and leaned back on the sofa. "There is an artificial power supply device in the White Tower. It looks like a huge light bulb. It is usually hung on the ceiling. The white walls around it can dazzle your eyes when they are lit up.

"I heard that this thing was originally made by the old men in the Academy of Sciences to commemorate Edison, but this commemoration method is also trendy enough. I'm afraid it's not because they want to make the old men jump up in anger and beat them one by one on the back of the head."

Yin Tong did not speak.

He sat on the ground, raised his head, and his gaze stayed blankly on the place where the light screen was floating just now, like a humanoid machine that was not turned on.

Chen Yan's joke didn't get a response, and he couldn't help sighing when he looked at his drooping head. He vaguely felt that he was a little impatient. After all, the child in front of him didn't remember anything, and he didn't understand anything.

——He is not that troublesome classmate Yin.

Chen Yan thought.

——Don't rush for success, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted.

So he reached out and rubbed Yintong's hair, stood up from the sofa piled with clothes and blankets, walked around the simple low table, and sat cross-legged in front of Yintong.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

He changed the subject, took Yin Tong's hand, turned it over, and looked at the clear blood vessels on the inside of his wrist.

Yin Tong knew what he was talking about. After the accident in Central Park a few days ago, a bright red blood spot appeared in the place Chen Yan was looking at now.

It's gone now.

However, the hallucination brought by that blood spot still visits his world from time to time.

"Does it hurt?" Chen Yan asked.

Yin Tong nodded.

"What about those hallucinations?" Chen Yan asked, "Do you still see those weird things?"

Yin Tong pursed her lips and shook her head slowly.

"They all disappeared? Are those rotting corpses, those eyes poking out of the mud, those sticky muddy bloodstains, all gone?"

"It's all gone," Yin Tong opened his mouth, followed by Chen Yan's voice, and said the first sentence of the night, "I can't see anything."

His voice was very soft, with an indelible hoarseness between his words, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Chen Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed his chin.

"I can't see anything?" The young manager looked into his eyes and said slowly, "I can't even see the blood on Christie's head?"

Yin Tong flinched suddenly.

He was like a frightened little animal, his pupils flickered, and there was a glimmer of water in the overly bright lights of the small apartment.But he didn't cry, and his hoarse voice was still clear and gentle. When Chen Yan heard him say, "I can't see it anymore", the words were as firm as if he had recited it hundreds of times in his heart.

It was as if he had recited it hundreds or thousands of times in order to deal with someone.

Chen Yan felt a sense of powerlessness for no reason, and was even unwilling to look into Yin Tong's eyes.He frowned and sighed in frustration, and loosened his collar. For the first time, he felt that the smell in this small room was simply suffocating.

He didn't know why Christie was able to live in this kind of place, and how Christie had the heart to take Yintong to live in this kind of place.He thought that no matter how willful, stubborn, and unreasonable Christie was, she would not treat Yintong harshly. Now it seems that he was probably wrong.

The girl Christie probably only has herself in her heart.

She grew up in a selfish and dirty environment, and the people she came into contact with were mean and rude.She is already used to this way of life. Even if she becomes an idol now and a superstar in the future, her way of thinking will always set aside a corner to store this greasy dwelling.

——She will only treat Yin Tong well in her own way.

Chen Yan sneered in his heart.

——It's a pity, classmate Yin was not a person who lived in this kind of environment from the very beginning.

He stood up, straightened the crumpled suit, took the small bag containing Christie's evening dress from the sofa, turned around and tried to say goodbye to Yintong.

He felt that he needed to think of a way. He needed to take Yintong out of this wretched place. Even if a person lost his memory, he could not lose his living habits. If he stayed like this, sooner or later, Yintong would be destroyed by Christie himself.

He had to get Yintong away from this little devil now before Christie did something irreparable.Even if only partial freedom is obtained, at least Yintong must have the ability to "think".

He couldn't let the kid blindly obey Christie's demands. Christie is a half-grown child herself, what normal words can she say?

Her life has been fixed forever at an extreme age.

Chen Yan let out a long breath, and showed a standard professional smile to Yin Tong.

"I'm leaving," he said. "If Christie wakes up in the middle of the night, don't bother with her. You don't want to sleep in the house today. Although this junk sofa is hard and dirty, and there seems to be a piece missing in the middle, it's better than that." The old woman who drank too much is safe, I suggest you make do with it for a night."

The well-behaved boy didn't talk to him, and he still sat on the ground in the posture of chatting a few minutes ago.Chen Yan rubbed his docile hair smoothly, but the moment he withdrew his hand, he was caught by the cuff.

Yintong didn't look up.

His pale fingers trembled and grabbed Chen Yan's sleeve with a very light force, not even as heavy as the cat raised by Chen Yan.

"I can't see anything," he murmured slowly and intermittently, "so, can you, can you, stop taking your medicine?"

Chen Yan's movement of leaving stopped.

"Can you not take medicine?"

In the middle of the night, the Central City was as quiet as a cemetery, and the young man's faint murmurs echoed clearly in the small dwelling.He was like a timid child, huddled helplessly around his knees, he said: "I will meet, more, terrible things," and added in the middle of speaking, "I can't see, but I'm really scared."

Chen Yan squatted down, facing Shang Yintong's blank eyes.

He always unconsciously thinks of another scene, the time when he first met Yintong, the ruined city, the collapsed walls, the creamy yellow sunshine among the dilapidated walls, and the girl under the sunshine .

He couldn't help but think of another kid behind the girl who was about the same age as Yin Tong. He also had such moist eyes back then, but he spoke with vigor and vitality. Chen Yan had never seen such an aggrieved expression.

——Will he be wronged?

Chen Yan looked at Yin Tong in front of him, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach after drinking too much alcohol.

He watched Yintong's eyelashes tremble slightly, and two vague words came out from his pale thin lips.He vaguely seemed to be saying "scared", but his whole body trembled like a death row prisoner who made a big mistake.

What did you do wrong?Chen Yan thought, we are the ones who did something wrong.

He held Yintong's hand, squeezed his cold fingers, and while reciting his name, asked softly: "Yintong, can you stay at home alone?"

"one person?"

"Yes, alone, you wake up in the morning and go to bed at night by yourself, can you take care of yourself?"

"No... Christie?"

Chen Yan froze for a moment, and effortlessly guessed what Yin Tong wanted to say in those few seconds of silence.

He looked into Yintong's eyes, suppressed the bitterness in his throat, and showed his first smile tonight.

"No medicine, no one will force you to take medicine anymore, I will send you a home nurse, and occasionally take Christie to see you."

Yintong hesitated for a moment, he was obviously moved, but he still hesitated: "Christie, will you be angry?"

Chen Yan stood up.

He pulled Yintong up from the ground, patted the ashes, and messed up his hair with his hands.

"Christie won't be mad," he said, "I promise you, Christie will never be mad about this."