The feel-good boy laughed, and soon ushered in Act III, Act IV, Act V..., The picture is constantly changing, like a natural transformation, and the interlude in each act is a strange stack of colors, maybe it's a dream?

Having had this experience of being trapped, not too nervous, the constant feeling of danger can also be numbing, until the color of the curtain becomes darker and darker, and it seems that the stacking parts of various colors increase, making those colors infinitely close to black...

It's not a good feeling to watch the world go black, especially for this kind of black, however, there is nothing you can do, whether it's time or space, time is not enough to move yourself out of this space, space is not enough to move yourself all, and the cooperation of time and space, forgive him for not being perfect.

Rather than tearing himself apart and sending a part of it to an unknown time, the boy felt that he could hold on to the status quo, for the danger had not yet been realized, and perhaps it was the constant danger that numbed his nerves, and he seemed to feel that the danger might not be as serious as it had been at first.

I know very well how I can prevent the slightest problem, so...

[Perhaps, I'm a spectator?]

Provoke the system with questions, there is no response, silence is the usual response.

The boy pouted senselessly, he had already seen a little plot coming, an excellent good student, I don't know how to make an appointment with someone from the sixth middle school, fight, a girl wants to die for him, and finally really jumped off the building and died, and died in front of the good student, the blow may be a bit big, and the last interlude, everything is black.

At this time, it doesn't make sense to look at it or not, anyway, the ghosts in the cracks are completely gone, maybe they are surrounded by themselves?

I closed my eyes, and it was as quiet as if I had fallen asleep.

Maybe it's just a dream, just wake up.

"—it's time to take your medicine. ”

Speaking in a dull voice, the young man opened his eyes again, and saw the enlarged hand on his lips, ugly like a deformed pig-headed man, and the appearance of a human could still be seen on the pig's face, but there were more spots, and the eyes as big as copper bells glared at him, fierce.

There was a thick black hair on his hand, thick black and hard, he seemed to feel the stinging pain of the hair poking at the side of his mouth, a black pill, which looked like a disgusting poison, was forced into his mouth, and the feeling of retching was extremely real, and immediately came- vomit-

The next moment, the chin was lifted, some water poured in, and the pill was washed in, and the sound of gurgling water was amplified countless times, and it seemed to be washing outside the body, and the throat was a checkpoint, and it was deliberately stuck, but it was useless, and more water, as if it was going to come out of the ears, from the eyes, had to be swallowed.

Forced to swallow, the pain of choking in my throat was painful, and I could clearly feel the poison scraping down my esophagus and then falling heavily into my stomach pouch, along with the excess of cold water.

After being released, I coughed constantly, and water flowed out of my nose, and it seemed that the excess water was drained from here, and it was painful.

Everything happened very quickly, and by the time the time I had eased up, the room was already quiet, it was a cold white room, very quiet, much like a hospital.

And the pig-headed man just now is also very similar to a nurse, if I remember correctly, she is wearing white clothes, and her bulging fat figure can't tell men and women, but the white short skirt is still obvious, that is, the legs under the skirt, too thick, thick and black, and the shape of the muscles has an unspeakable horror.

Hospital, nurse?

In the last scene just now, it is the broken corpse of the girl who fell in front of her, as if the tofu was broken, there will be some bits and pieces flying out, more blood, blood all over the eyes, so, the original owner was stimulated to get sick?

Perhaps, or psychosis?

Well, not necessarily, what I saw just now, it shouldn't be the result of mental problems, replaced by the current teenager, his soul is normal, his spirit is also normal, it is impossible to "see" that kind of terrifying picture, then, either it is true on the outside, or this is also a canvas, or, the body itself has a certain problem.

It is said that some abstract masters themselves have a rare illness, perhaps mental illness or something, and the abstract paintings they paint that require conceptual interpretation are actually what they see, distorted and overlapping colors, cracked and stitched human faces.

Eyes shifted to other places, without the pig-headed nurse, this place is much more normal, the snow-white room is empty like a cage, the gray marble floor is cold and unforgiving, there is only one bed, white sheets and pillows, the quilt is covered on the body, very thin, push open the quilt and get up, you can see the white slippers next to the bed, walk to the window, outside the window is a tight security net, through those gaps, you can see the scene in the yard, a small lawn, some "people" wearing white hospital gowns are moving.

They should be called people, even if they all have a hideous face that is not inferior to that of a pig-headed man, and the cold light in their eyes seems to be a bit of carnivore's ferocity, doing their own things, some are spinning, some are jumping, some are role-playing in white sheets...

Each pig-headed nurse is tall, short, fat and thin, and even the beauty of the pig's head is different, some are as ugly as the one just now, the thick body and black hair are enough to make people unbearable to see, and some are more beautiful, with bright pink skin and white hair.

If you are careful, you can also see a beautiful hairpin with a rim under the small nurse's hat, a little light flashing, and under the sun, the activities of these "people" seem natural and beautiful, if, after ignoring their ugly appearance.

"Wang, are you feeling better today?"

A voice came from the door, and when the boy turned around, he saw the door of the ward, the wooden door inside was open, and outside, there was a layer of the same cold white iron door, a bit like the kind of door that a prison would have, with vertical bars on it, and a small door on the stomach that could be opened.

The rest of the place was all silvery white, and the specific appearance of the person outside could not be seen at all, only his face, exposed in the vertical line, seemed to be divided into several pieces by the iron bar erected, because the width of the iron bar was missing, making the already ugly lizard face even more ugly.

In contrast to this ugly face are the eyes, the bulging eyes with a little cautious cowardice, a sense of cowardice that makes people want to do something at a glance can instantly inspire a certain tyrannical tendency.

The irritation in his heart swelled up, the boy raised his hand, his movements were not fast, but he seemed to be frightened by the guy who was talking outside the door, his head shrank, and a pair of eyes peeked in more and more timidly, holding his breath and staring, as if he no longer dared to disturb the boy.

The young man's hand maintained the original movement rules, fell on the corner of his forehead, rubbed it gently, and then squinted: "I'm fine, who are you?

Psychiatric hospitals?

He could already guess where he was, and the boy was not satisfied with this start, staring at the man outside, and through the place where his head could not be covered, he could see an empty corridor, and several wards, all of which seemed to be the same here.

So, if you are locked up and can't move freely, you should be considered a high-risk patient?

"Don't you remember, Wang, I was rescued by you, you see, you see..."

The people outside the door were a little excited, the eyes were no longer cowardly but looked up at him and raised an arm, what should have been matched with the lizard's face was not the lizard's limbs, but the arms like dead branches, the hands on it were like thin branches, withered black color, it seemed...

The boy narrowed his eyes again, wasn't this the hand that belonged to his own body that he saw during the interlude? the difference was that the claws were missing from the front, more like a crude version.

"Do I need to remember you?"

The young man's curiosity has been provoked, but he is still indifferent, he is not in a hurry, there is enough time for him to accumulate strength, and exploration, can be after the accumulation of strength.

It's just a mental hospital.

"No, no, no, you are the king, you don't have to remember me, I just came to look up to you, king-"

The other man was probably also mentally ill, and his words were incoherent, the first line seemed to be asking something, but this one was followed by a long hymn, and he would recite his own poems in different tones and different languages.

Those languages, except for this kind of dialogue, others, should not be understood by teenagers, vaguely have some characteristics of Western languages, but they don't feel it, and the deep voice from the chest seems to resonate with something, all the white seems to be distorted, and it will soon be deformed.

"-Shut up!"

Interrupting his hymns, the boy suddenly became irritable, but there was nothing in the room for him to vent his irritability.

The bed was fixed, there were only soft quilts and pillows on the bed, no bedside tables, no sharp objects, he walked around the ward in vain, and what he could see was still such a large area, the place where he could walk around, and the part behind the bed that was blocked by the pillow seemed to have some scratches.

"I'm sorry, king, forgive me, I was wrong, I will develop more believers, king..."

Lizardface was startled by the low roar, and slammed into the iron door with a clanging sound, which seemed to cause an echo in the hallway, and the confession behind him was muffled.

"Why are you kneeling here alone again?"

The young female voice came, followed closely, there was a little movement outside, the lizard face was led out of here by the female nurse, the female nurse also glanced into the room when she left, on the hospital bed, the young man sat there with his back to the door, the wide hospital gown seemed to be about to float with the wind, and the ghost in the empty clothes, at the boundary where the sun could not reach, quietly watched.

"I am a believer in the king, nothing can stop me, my faith in the king—"

The sound of the lizard-faced faded away, as did the footsteps of the female nurse.

The young man faced the window, his eyes were closed, he hadn't had time to cultivate his spiritual power, but he had already sensed that something was wrong here, and there was no footsteps before the female nurse arrived.

When he closed his eyes and didn't look at anything, it was not a white ward, but a black intervening, a black intervening surrounded by ghosts.

Awake?

- Not awake?

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Thank you to the little angel who voted for me during 2019-11-26 21:47:12~2019-11-27 20:55:47~

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