dramatic death

Christie stared at the red spot on Yintong's wrist with red eyes.

She knew that thing, and it was impossible not to know it. It came from a tube of small medicine that was not as long as a fingernail. After piercing the blood vessels of the human body, it would have the same effect as the "seed virus".

It will continue to stimulate human cell activity and destroy the mental state of the subjects little by little.It can snuff out a person's heartbeat in just a few seconds, and it can also destroy people's consciousness bit by bit over a long period of time.

It has enough power to drive a person crazy.

Christie felt that she would never forget that warm afternoon.

Her impression of this reagent came about more than ten years ago, when girls who entered the school at the same time as her suddenly began to frequently get into the closet of the dormitory.

During that time, she was like a small animal afraid of light, curled up in the depths of the dark closet day and night. At first, Christie thought it was just her new hobby, until one day when she opened the door of the cabinet, she saw that she was peeling off the flesh of her arm with a blade like peeling an apple.

— "What are you doing?" Christie asked.

She thought she was going to scream, but in fact, her voice was as low as the pages of a book in a library.

The girl didn't answer, she shivered her fingers and pushed the bloody piece of flesh deep into her throat against the coating of her tongue.

She is crying.

——"What are you doing?" Christie grabbed the girl's hand, and she heard a small "clack" sound coming from the girl's tight lips, as if her teeth were engaged in a desperate struggle.

The girl was crying, she gritted her teeth and trembled from crying.

— "What happened?" Christie heard herself asking, "What the hell is going on? Who bullied you? Let's go to the infirmary, listen, don't be scared, we're now"

The girl looked up.

Her tear-stained face was visible between the messy hair, and Christie saw her eyes were red and her lips were full of gashes.

She curled up in a small corner of the closet, trembling her lips, and squeezed out hoarse words from her throat.

—she said: "Hungry."

The sound of clinking cups and saucers broke into the quiet air.

Christie woke up from the memories, staggered back half a step, looked away from the red dot on Yin Tong's wrist, and met his clean eyes.

It clearly reflected her panic.

——It shouldn't be like this.

She remembered that three years ago, she avoided everyone and took all the hard work to bring back Yintong from the garbage dump in the abandoned capital.She is like a tramp who has picked up a treasure. She is cautious all the way as if she is facing an abyss. She tries her best to hide Yintong in the shelter she thinks is safe, and she trembles every day even when she takes a breath.

She thought she could do it, she could hide Yin Tong from everyone's sight.

Then her Yintong was injected with reagents, and she was trying to commit murder with red eyes in Central Park, like a sick mad dog.

——It shouldn't be like this.

Christie thought.

——It shouldn't be like this.

After the incident in Central Park, she used various channels to find the medicine used by Baita in an attempt to suppress the virus in Yintong's body.She felt that she could do it, and she had countless ways to turn Yin Tong back into a "normal person", but Chen Yan said that she couldn't do it.

——"Yin Tong is a person," Chen Yan stopped the car on the way to send her home after work that day, "I don't know what agreement you have reached with your superiors, but it is obvious that the other party has no intention of following the rules .”

——"Too many people died in the third Hakoniwa experiment. Including you, they only have five subjects left."

——"A3214 Anqi is in the hands of Nightingale, A3206 Yintong is in your hands, A3319 and A3172 are at large, and their whereabouts are still unknown."

——"You said, which one will they choose to move first?"

——Christie was sitting in the co-pilot, she leaned back in the seat and looked at the night scene outside the window: "They won't hurt Tongtong, they promised me."

——Chen Yan shook his head: "Only the world of children keeps promises."

——"They promised me," Christie interrupted Chen Yan, "they can't deceive me."

——Chen Yan said: "If it was really impossible for them to deceive you, Yin Tong wouldn't go crazy in Central Park."

——"It was an accident!" Christie turned around suddenly, she grabbed Chen Yan's tie, her wide eyes were a little red under the street light, "It was an accident, it will never happen again , Tongtong is mine, no one can take him away from me."

——Chen Yan reached out and pulled out the tie that was wrinkled by Christie. He drooped his eyelashes without even frowning.

——"You can try it," Chen Yan said, "I will take Yintong away from where he lives now. If you can protect him no matter where he is, there is no need to keep him in a cage."

——"Otherwise, one day, you will be the chief culprit in killing him."

The cappuccino on the table was turned over by Christie, and dark brown stains trickled down the side of the table. The protective layer that sealed the store rose slowly under her command, and the bright red sunset poured in and slowly soaked the ground. Dust on wooden floor.

Christie staggered back two steps, drooping eyelashes, lips trembling, and then suddenly turned and walked towards the gate that was covered with sunset.

The old copper bell on the door rattled in the evening wind, and Yin Tong saw her holding the doorknob, standing in the setting sun pouring down on the ground, with tears continuously falling from her red eyes.

She raised her head, her bright red eyes looked in Yin Tong's direction.She looked like she was trying to put on a bit of sarcasm, but she was called aggrieved and pitiful by the tears that kept pouring out: "You are always questioning me, why don't you question the person in front of you? You can ask him what happened back then What, you ask him, see if he dares to tell you?"

"I'll ask," Yin Tong responded softly, "I don't know if he dares to tell me, but you must dare not. I have been with you for three years, Christie, you lied to me for three years years."

"I did not lie to you……"

Christie took two steps back, sobbing and retorting softly.Yintong looked up and smiled in front of the window, and said, "Can't the medicine in your mouth cure my hallucinations? Then tell me, why the more I eat, the more things I see?"

"Why can I see the sunset outside? Is it really 18:27 now? Why don't you speak, are you being choked by that thing behind you?"

Christie covered her ears and shook her head, sobbing and screaming, "There's nothing behind me!"

However, Yintong didn't stop, and even smiled, his words were as gentle as coaxing a disobedient child.

He said: "Why is there nothing? Look at it fluffy, does it look like?"

"what--!"

Christie cut him off with a yell.

She staggered back two steps, squatting on the ground trembling all over.The setting sun outside the window could not reach the dark shadow in front of the entrance, so that she looped her knees, as fragile as a helpless toddler.

Yin Tong pursed her lower lip, lowering her eyes to hide the wetness from her eyes.

He is actually not willing to treat Christie like this. This little girl has taken care of him for three years, and she has been his family, his friend, and the only object he can rely on during these three years. He could feel her clumsy overtures, but how could he be so determined to refute her kindness.

But he had had enough.

He didn't want to see those strange things in the hallucination again.

Yin Tong opened his mouth, trying to add another ending sentence to this quarrel.He felt it was necessary for Christie to realize that he was independent and able to protect himself, and that she could try not to interfere in his life.

Before he could speak, however, Christie had already interrupted him.

"I will protect you," she repeated this "promise" over and over again like a cassette radio, then stood up abruptly, and opened the door of the dessert house in front of Yin Tong.

She said, "Even if you don't believe me, I will protect you."

"No one can hurt you within my line of sight."

"I promised you," Christie curled the corner of her lower lip, showing a teary smile. "I will protect you."

The ringing is loud.

The dull sound of closing the door brought an end to the farce. The clock in the store moved its hands mechanically, and the pendulum swayed, slowly matching Yintong's heartbeat.

The setting sun was stained with the black color of the night, and the light and shadow gradually became blurred.Yin Tong unconsciously looked at the coffee liquid dripping from the table, his cold fingers crossed together, trembling slightly uncontrollably.

He thought well, and Christie didn't have the slightest doubt.

He thought Yintong that you did a good job so that Christie would help you find the mastermind of all the "pranks".

He figured you should have done it long ago, and you don't care if Christie gets hurt because she's probably just a fictional character.

She might be just a piece of code, and the world you see now might just be made up of code.

all fake.

Whether those hallucinations or memories, everything is fake.

That's why monsters exist, and that's why there are so many unreasonable things in this world.

Because this world is fake and virtual, maybe even yourself is virtual.

He thought of Yintong, you did nothing wrong.

Everyone in this world is too busy to take care of themselves, you have to find a way to save yourself before you collapse.

Yintong blinked slowly until the vision became clear again.He didn't actually have hallucinations. Those words just now were just to scare Christie, but it was true that he was in a bad mood. It was 18:30, and it was hard for him not to be anxious because of the time.

It had been a long time since he stayed in the store so late, and he always returned home before 18:45.This is probably a habit left before he lost his memory, as if after 18:45 he would encounter some scourge.

Yin Tong drooped his eyes and withdrew his consciousness, vaguely, as if he heard someone laughing.

He looked up at the only remaining guests in the dessert house.

An Qi sat on the chair opposite him, her soft hair bathed in the gradually gloomy sunset, silent like a lifeless statue.His gaze was fixed on the advertising light screen of the opposite building, the promotion of Hakoniwa Online was still playing in a loop, and the crowds on the commercial street were bustling, but they were reflected in his eyes like dark wandering souls.

Yin Tong took a sip of the warm coffee and asked softly, "What are you looking at?"

An Qi trembled all over, and turned his gaze back to the shop.As if seeing Yintong clearly for the first time, he blinked his eyes slowly, and showed a stiff smile with the corners of his mouth pulled.

"what?"

Yin Tong put down the cup, looked at him silently for a while.

"Christie asked me to ask you 'what happened back then'," Yin Tong smiled, "so which year is 'back then'? What bad things did you do that made her hate it for a long time?"

An Qi lowered his eyes and pursed his lower lip, stood up suddenly, walked around the mess on the ground, and knelt down in front of Yintong on one knee.

With his eyes closed, he leaned over and kissed Yin Tong's wrist.

It was an extremely strange scene, absurd yet strangely familiar.Yin Tong watched An Qi's thin red lips fall on the blood spot on the inside of his wrist, trembling from the cold temperature on the other's lips, frowning and trying to stop him, but the moment he raised his head, he bumped into his A pair of smoky gray eyes.

An Qi is smiling.

There was a strange stiffness in his expression, as if every curve of the corners of his lips had been precisely measured.Yin Tong felt that he had seen this expression somewhere before, on a certain dusk in the chaos of war, in the new home he just moved to, or on the face of someone familiar and unfamiliar.

He remembered the family care of his own dead.

But it was a dead man.

Why did he feel that a dead person would have the same smile on his face as An Qi at this moment?

The light golden light sand scattered from the mobile terminal on Yintong's wrist, and a translucent light screen appeared in front of his eyes. The interface of the address book was suddenly opened, and then a string of strange numbers appeared in the call bar.

Yin Tong looked at the string of numbers and frowned. He always felt that he had missed some clue, and that clue would become the key to unlock all the secrets.

"who are you?"

Through the virtual light screen floating in mid-air, Yin Tong looked into An Qi's eyes.The blond young man straightened his back and raised his head, as well-behaved as a programmed humanoid machine.

He said: "There are 18 minutes left until 45:13, Tongtong, you should go home."

"This is my phone number, you can call me anytime."

"I'll answer all your questions."

He paused for a moment, then said the same words as Christie.

"I will protect you and I will never lie to you."