dramatic death

When the instructor woke up, the sky was dim, and there was no movement in the dormitory building. I guess everyone wanted to take advantage of the weekend to sleep until the sun was up, so as to make up for the hard work on weekdays.

I lay face down on the pillow and heard a muffled moan from his throat.The instructor buried his head in the quilt and rubbed against my waist, and stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch my head again.

It's a pity that my lying position was too high, and his soft slaps were all on my arms.

"What are you doing...?" I heard him muttering vaguely, his voice was buried under the quilt through layers of cotton, and it sounded a bit humming.

"Drawing."

I moved the tip of the pen and rubbed it along the drawn line a few more times, trying to focus on the pencil marks.However, the little head under the quilt always hits my waist, arousing my curiosity, like a feather hanging from the tip of my heart.

I still couldn't hold back and looked back at the instructor.

He was curling up in the soft quilt, frowning and fighting against the tangle of quilt covers, with two slender and slender white paws, one was holding the messy quilt corners, and the other was unconsciously hanging on my pajamas .

I couldn't help laughing and rubbed his head, and he raised his head against my hand and looked over, his fan-like eyelashes slapped twice very slowly, and his dazed eyes gradually cleared up.

I knew he was about to wake up, but he might not have recovered in a while.However, his pair of evil little claws suddenly began to intensify, pulling my clothes down one by one.

He seemed to have woken up completely, and even his misty eyes were a little angry.My pajamas were pulled and pulled so that the neckline was wide open, so I had to follow his wishes and take it off the pillow first.

"...What's wrong?" I moved and lay back on the bed. Before I could lie down, the instructor hit my forehead with a straight face.

But try to take a temperature, actually do so aggressively.

"You can do anything wrong when the fever subsides?" The instructor frowned, and his eyes were surprisingly bright at a very close distance, "Do you know how many degrees you had a fever last night? 41 degrees! It really broke you, yesterday You just finished burning tonight, and you want to run naked this morning?"

I looked down at my collar that was pulled crookedly, and thought that whether I was naked or not was probably not my decision.However, a certain level of reasoning may not be able to reach the peak with the instructor, so I shrank back into the bed with my eyelashes drooping, and leaned on the instructor's shoulder obediently with my head drooped.

"sorry."

I tried my best to make my voice look more pitiful, reached out and touched under the quilt, pulled the instructor's hand off my crumpled clothes, put it on my wrist, and said aggrievedly: "It hurts. "

The instructor was silent for a while, and his voice softened significantly when he spoke again.

He held my wrist loosely with his hand, stroking it up and down as if comforting, rubbed the blood spot left by the injection on the inside of my wrist with his slightly cool fingertips, and asked softly like coaxing a child: "Does it hurt?" ?”

I leaned on his shoulder, shook my head and nodded.I don't know how to describe my feelings at the moment. I originally pretended to be pitiful to gain sympathy, but at this moment it seems that I really feel a little bit wronged.

——After waking up from the nightmare in the early morning, I could no longer escape from the pain.

My heart throbbed intermittently, as if a nail had been knocked into my temple, and someone was holding the exposed part and turning it mercilessly, as if trying to smash my brain into pieces.

I reached out, trying to get a little hug from the instructor.His back stiffened unnaturally for a moment, but he still tried his best to relax his body and nestled gently into my arms.

I heard him say, "I'm sorry."

The confusion surged like a tide, overwhelming every corner of my head.

I don't know what to do.

From the day after Tan Xiao jumped off the building, I was completely reduced to a "student" of this school.Textbooks and homework books with my name printed on them began to appear on my desk. The classmates who kept passing by in the classroom greeted me, and my name was printed on the signature form in the hall downstairs, as if I belonged to this place.

It seemed that all the abnormalities before were my illusions, and those isolations were like a dream.The boring and boring "daily life" is what this school is like. No one remembers Tan Xiao, no one remembers that a skinny girl died in the flower bed downstairs, and no one remembers that her head was knocked out. A big hole, and no one remembers the blood that overflowed the ground.

Tan Xiao's student number is firmly attached to my name, as if I have become her substitute.

Everything is like an absurd dream.

Then the dream ended 72 hours later with a needle being poured into my wrist.

The instructor once said that the students in this school basically belong to the "seed cultivation plan".They are guinea pigs bought by the Academy of Sciences, enjoying an annual subsidy of 5 yuan and the "absolutely inviolable" rule.

Every Friday evening, they would line up to leave the classroom, walk neatly into the gate of the school hospital, and then be injected with a reagent.They would spend weekends in their rooms, running high fevers and having countless hallucinations and excruciating pain.They have no right to refuse, because the experimental subjects do not need voices.

And now, I'm one of those guinea pigs.

About ten hours ago, I walked into the gate of the school hospital with my classmates.This is not the first time I have come to this place. Whether it was the self-mutilation that stabbed Dong Tiantian at the beginning, or the serious injury in the school violence later, it was enough for me to lie in the consulting room on the second floor of the school hospital for a few not so good days. Hour.

However, this was the first time I stepped on the steps leading to the third floor.

It's a strange place.

Contrary to the unobstructed first and second floors, the third floor of the school hospital, which is closed to traffic except Fridays, is filled with strong iron gates.Sturdy metal gates fastened to the pale ceiling filled the quiet corridors of each consulting room.

I followed behind the instructor, stepping on his footsteps and walking along the flow of people.Students from thirteen classes of the whole grade stepped on this corridor together, and the white tiled floor echoed with messy and heavy footsteps, occasionally mixed with a few vague whimpers.

It was a small, almost inaudible sobbing, like someone in the long line of "guinea pigs" was crying softly with his mouth covered.

"Don't be afraid." The instructor squeezed my hand gently, then let it go quickly, and whispered with downcast eyes, "Don't be afraid."

He didn't look at me, his eyelashes drooped to hide the color in his eyes, as if this comforting sentence was just a routine task, or he didn't even believe what he said.

I reached out to touch the tiles on the side of the corridor, and the cold touch pierced into my fingertips, climbing and entangled my heart.

The line stopped at the door of a consulting room at the end of the corridor.

The crowd broke in two consciously, and the instructor led us to turn a corner and step on the steps leading to the fourth floor.The moment I turned around, I saw the classmates who were left in place. They were silent, their eyes stayed on the clean ground, like lifeless statues.

No one (dare to) speak.

No one (dare to) resist.

——This is the "rule".

I looked to the window on the other side of the corridor.The transparent glass windows were closed tightly, and the evening sun diffused through the window frames and fell on the feet of passers-by. The dark shadows lined up with their heads bowed and moved forward neatly.

My footsteps stopped for a moment, and suddenly someone beside me laughed and said, "I can't escape."

In the red sunset, I saw Dong Tiantian smiled at me.He said: "You can't smash those window glass, don't cause trouble, no one is willing to help you deal with the aftermath except the squad leader."

I moved my eyes back to the back of the instructor. His thin shoulders were full of the setting sun, and his whole body was bent like a bow.

He was nervous, or he was also a little unspeakably afraid.

I thought about my impulsive thoughts just now, thinking about Tan Xiao who was forgotten by everyone overnight.Nearly half a class of students would be left in front of each closed consultation room, so that when they reached the innermost room on the fourth floor, there were less than fifteen people left.

I watched as my instructor reached out and tapped three times on the door with only one light window open.

He said: "Doctor Chen, I am the monitor of Class A of the second year."

I thought, I really still have a lot of secrets I don't know.

……

The central air conditioner was desperately resisting the bad outside temperature in the cold winter, Yin Tong came back from his thoughts, looked at the half piece of corvette in his hand, and blinked distressedly.

He threw the chocolate into his mouth, and unconsciously licked off the thick slurry on his fingertips. The clock in the shop had already stopped at 17:00, and there was only one hour left before he got off work.

Boss Yin thought about the letter he had read early in the morning, and turned on the faucet with downcast eyes.

The cold water made his fingertips tremble.

The diary in the morning is the seventh letter he received. It records that four days after the little girl named Tan Xiao jumped off the building, the owner of the diary woke up from a nightmare, thinking of the people and things he had encountered in the past, and.

He had been "treated" in the school hospital the night before, that nightmarish Friday.

……

The door of the consulting room was pulled open, and behind the half-open door stood an unsmiling young doctor.

Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he looked down at the instructor, paused at the door for a moment, then turned and walked back into the room.

He said, "Come in."

The order of entering the consultation room is still arranged according to the student number. I occupy Tan Xiao's No. 14, so there is naturally a considerable distance from the instructor.The clean iron door opened and closed, and through the narrow light-transmitting window, I could only see a cold white wall. Standing on the tail of the team and turning my head, I saw Dong Tiantian standing in front of the team next door, raising his lips. Smile at me.

He waved his hands and said silently, "See you next week."

next week?

Before I had time to wonder, the door in front of me was suddenly pulled open.The students at the front of the line exchanged places with the "patients" inside the door. Through the narrow gap, I glimpsed the instructor's pale face.

He was sitting at the table, holding a pen to record something, his slender eyelashes flickered like fragile cicada wings, his white teeth bit his lower lip gray.

I seem to hear my own heart beating half a beat.

The door of the consulting room was tightly sealed, as if some man-eating monster was locked inside.