"Tick ......"

Is it the sound of falling water?

No, it's blood.

Chen Ming opened his eyes, looked around, and where he entered, there was blood.

"It's here again, what the hell is this place?"

He was a little frightened, dazed and muttered in a panicked whisper that spread across the boundless world of scarlet.

"Welcome to the Crack World, hello, boy. ”

Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere, unknown men and women, far and near.

"Who is it?!"

Tatsumei was terrified, his constricted eyes scanning around in a panic, but he didn't find anyone.

The crimson clouds on the horizon suddenly fell endless rain, and needless to say, it was also red.

"Tick Tick ......"

The thick smell of blood mixed with the cacophony of sounds continued to hit his mind, and he ran away like crazy.

But no matter how hard he tried, it was like he was standing still.

After running for a long time, he finally gave up, the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes were also blood-colored, violent wheezing, fine cold sweat, I don't know if he was tired or afraid.

"Boy, what are you afraid of?"

Again, the voice is like a dream, if there is nothing.

"Is it the death of a loved one?"

"Is it the betrayal of a lover, a friend?"

"Still ......"

"The world that is full of malice towards you?"

Dejectedly holding his hands on the ground, Chen Ming's eyes were blank, the violent wheezing was no longer there, the cold sweat on his face evaporated, and even the blood and tears in the corners of his eyes disappeared.

He stood up, patted the non-existent blood and dust on his body, raised his head, looked at the corner of the sky, and asked, "Who are you?"

The world fell silent again, the rain of blood no longer falling, and the puddles of water in the distance reflected the clouds in the sky, even if they were all scarlet, still quiet and soft.

"Discovered?"

There was a sneer in the sky, but there was still no figure, "Young man who yearns for heaven, are you ready to meet me?"

"Ready?"

Chen Ming, who was no longer afraid, or rather hysterical, had a dilated look in his eyes, and smiled slightly, "You who dragged me into here countless times, made me experience despair countless times, and let me go countless times. ”

He looked up, "When I woke up, the memories were gone, but the fear remained. ”

He lowered his head and said hoarsely, "I don't know where you come from, ...... you?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Huh. ”

The voice chuckled softly, and said, "It's not what I want you to do, it's your ......."

In front of Chen Ming, a tall whirlpool suddenly appeared, and in the whirlpool, a figure walked out.

He glanced up, but he was slightly stunned, and the figure smiled, "It's you, what do you want to do?"

"How could it be ......?"

Chen Ming didn't seem to hear it, he didn't know why, he stretched out his hand to touch it, but he stopped in the air and trembled because of fear.

The figure reached out and grabbed him, put his hand on his cheek and stroked it gently, squinting and muttering, "It's so warm......"

After a while, the figure smiled, "I don't have a physical body, so I can only show up with the appearance of a visitor, and the boy doesn't need to be so afraid." ”

Nodding his head in a wooden manner, Tatsunei asked, "So, who are you?"

"My name, that's too many. ”

The figure crossed his fingers and seemed to count, "Satan, Lucifer, Devil, Devil ......"

He raised his eyes and asked, "What do you want my name to be?"

"Me?"

Chen Ming was stunned, shook his head, and said, "I don't know ......"

"No, you know. ”

"He" stretched out his hand and said politely, "Hello, my name is Despair, and I come from the world of hell. ”

"Despair?"

Chen Ming sneered, "What a nasty name." ”

Despair frowned and pursed his lips, "It's a bad taste, but isn't that what you're thinking?"

"yes. ”

Chen Ming nodded and asked himself, "Isn't this what I have in mind?"

Despair chuckled and nodded, and said, "So, the boy under the shroud of despair, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?"

Chen Ming fell silent, since he had memories, he seemed to live in a dominated world, and everything was arranged for him.

As a child, his parents dominated his thoughts.

Teenager, the teacher dominates his will.

Youth, society dominates his life.

It was as if the only thing he could squander freely was his breath.

However, in the end, death dominated his last freedom, and he began to have difficulty breathing, and began to rely on oxygen cylinders and drugs to prolong his life.

And now, his dreams seem to be dominated by the person in front of him who claims to be desperate.

He smiled, "I want, freedom." ”

Despair groaned, "You want to be free, but you yearn for heaven, but heaven, there is no freedom." ”

Tatsunami was still smiling, "Then please take me to hell." ”

Only this time, despair hesitated, "hell...... Are you sure, boy?"

"Despair, didn't you bring me here just to get me to hell?"

Chen Ming looked up at despair, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes had already converged, "So now, why are you hesitating again?"

"Well, I do want you to go to Hell. ”

Despair also stared at Chen Ming, stretched out his index finger to point at him, and said, "But it wasn't me who found you, but you, who summoned me." ”

Chen Ming shook his head, "It's not important, the important thing is that you want me to join Hell, and I want to join Hell, isn't it?"

"In that case. ”

Chen Ming's consciousness was far away, his eyes were blurred, and the crimson world disappeared, replaced by boundless darkness and an ethereal voice.

"Then please give your life to despair for hell......"

......

"Toot, toot, toot......"

On the sickbed, a dying body lay down, and the sound of the electrocardiogram lingered in this room that looked like a white prison.

Suddenly, the index finger of the right hand of the body that had been sleeping for a long time trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes tiredly, the bloodshot withered yellow eyes and the dilated pupils squirmed.

He looked around, and there was a slight breeze pouring into the room from the slightly open window, bringing a hint of coolness.

The twilight sun was about to plunge into darkness like him, but it was not like him, expecting death, and still sparing no effort to exude residual warmth.

"At this last moment, I saw a little bit of beauty. ”

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and his dry lips closed one by one, "Since it makes me desperate, don't give me hope......"

He raised his hand and pulled out the infusion needle on the back of his left hand for injecting drugs, just such a small movement, but his whole body was like a thousand cuts in pain.

Then he removed the hose that had been inserted into his nostrils and opened his mouth to breathe in the air from nature.

One minute, ten minutes, half an hour, an hour......

His breathing became weaker and weaker, and his consciousness slowly faded, and gradually, he didn't feel the pain, but a cold feeling slipped down his cheeks.

In the night, he smiled and murmured, "He, from hell, I, yearn for heaven......"