Liucheng, Seongnam High School.

It's quiet inside the dormitory, and the lights are off.

Because it was the weekend, everyone else in the dorm went home.

Bao Shiyi went to Lin Ge's house, ate, and went back to school after eating.

Now, there is only one person in the entire dormitory.

Bao Eleven just lay on the bed like that, his eyes closed, as if he was dead.

Quiet and serene.

……

Then, imperceptibly, he could frown through the faint night, with pain on his face, as if he was enduring something.

Pain in the skin?

The wound on the right hand was bandaged, and the white gauze was faintly visible between the hazy moonlight.

The night, the silent night, without a sound, the silence was terrible. I don't know when, the moonlight was obscured by black, disappeared, and everything returned to darkness.

In that darkness, everything is unknowable, everything is filled with fear.

The aura of fear gradually permeated and filled, as if a monster had come out.

With the voice that faded away, it seemed to summon -

Summon that terrifying monster, summon ......

……

Between the black, Bao Eleven didn't know when it appeared here, there was nothing around but a dark, black fog.

He was now walking between the black fog, and there were sounds in his ears that were both familiar and unfamiliar.

……

"Okay, come back today, okay, I'll tell your mother then. ”

"She'll be busy cooking you a big table of your favorite dishes when she knows. ”

"Dad, are you jealous?"

"Jealous that I have more status in my mother's heart than you?"

"Stinky boy, you hurry up and bring back a girlfriend for your mother to make her happy. ”

……

"Eleven, why don't you know how to fall in love?"

"I don't have time. ”

"If you don't have time, I'll tell you, don't die studying. By the way, Eleven, the tutor will let me teach the paper tomorrow, you can take me. ”

"Hurry up and play yourself. ”

"Don't mind, Eleven, I know you're the best, my brother is in trouble now, you must help." ”

……

"Alas, those things appeared on the news again, and watching them made people panic. ”

"Why hurt those innocent people. ”

……

"Eleven, are you going back today?"

"Yes. ”

"Don't forget, bring us something to eat. ”

"Don't worry, you won't forget. ”

……

Bao Eleven was like that in the dark, walking, and those familiar voices kept appearing in his ears, far or near, familiar or unfamiliar, clear or blurred, just like that, little by little, and then disappeared little by little.

The black was still black, and then I don't know when, Bao Shiyi suddenly found that he had changed from the black under his feet, and the color suddenly changed to blood red.

The black fog was gradually replaced by a red blood mist.

Bao Shiyi didn't know what the red under his feet was, he just vaguely smelled blood.

The red liquid gradually accumulated, and Bao Eleven walked in the red liquid like that, and continued to walk.

He heard a child crying, crying incessantly, and the cry was very close......

Bao Eleven walked over the red, through the black, towards the cry, step by step, slowly approaching.

Then, Bao Shiyi saw the little figure, crying there, he wanted to go over to see, go over to help him.

"Run!"

Why did he say run?

Why?

Bao Shiyi was puzzled in his heart, he just looked at the little figure and shouted a word.

Inexplicably shouted a word.

……

And then, the next second—

A light appeared, making Bao Shiyi stunned for a moment, feeling dazzling, feeling dazzling, before he could react.

The light turned into a knife, catching him off guard.

Bao Shiyi stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and that knife, another knife, just like that!

……

Appeared!

White light, white light after white light.

The light was so tight away from him that he could see clearly, really could see, and it would soon be cut down.

You're going to cut your eyes, your hands, and your face.

"Run!"

At some point, there was a hurried sound in the black fog.

It was his voice, that voice was fearful, hasty, like a reminder, as if urging, so urgent, so panicked.

"Run!"

Another bang!

Why don't you run yourself?

Run yourself!

Run, too!

Hurry up!

Such a thought flashed through Bao Shiyi's mind, and then he watched the white light streak across his body.

Just like that, he slashed through his body mercilessly.

……

Bao Shiyi felt pain, it hurt, it really hurt, that pain, it was a pain that would become pale and weak no matter what words to describe.

Before Bao Shiyi could speak, he didn't even see whether it was a white light or a cold knife, he only felt pain.

He could clearly feel the pain in his limbs, as if he was about to lose some of his body, it was a pain in his skin.

Intense pain was tormenting, tormenting his body, torturing his nerves, torturing his limbs, torturing everything about him.

There were marks of white light on his face, legs, hands, and body.

His face?

It must be very ugly, right?

There was more and more red liquid under his feet, and it flowed more and more rapidly, spreading and expanding rapidly, like a whirlpool, frantically devouring the black fog around him, and the whole world seemed to turn red.

Bao Shiyi was speechless in pain.

……

Why are there so many knives?

Why are there so many knives cutting at him?

Why does it hurt so much?

I don't know, why the more painful, the clearer Bao Shiyi is, he knows very well that these extreme pains are not because of the limbs, but because of memories, but because they stimulate memories.

He must be dreaming!

It must be a dream!

"Don't!"

"Don't!"

……

The red liquid became more and more, more and more, gradually drowning Bao Shiyi, who struggled in pain, but those white lights still refused to let him go, and kept waving towards him.

White light, red liquid, just like that.

If you refuse to let him go, you will not let him go.

Why are you coming at him?

……

Bao Eleven lay on the bed, "shenyin" in pain, struggling in pain, gasping for breath in pain.

The wound on his right hand, the white gauze gradually flowed red liquid in the dark night.

He's afraid of pain, really afraid of pain.

And so the tears flowed, because of the intense and inhuman pain, because of the fear.

He was really afraid of pain, so scared, so scared......

……

"Eleven, don't forget, bring us something to eat. ”

"Don't worry, you won't forget. ”

……

Won't forget?

Or have you forgotten?

This is the fourth story, the fourth story that is the deepest and darkest.

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