Huaguo.

Maoshan Second Affiliated Psychiatric Hospital.

Chen Qingfeng, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed by the person behind him and walked into this desolate hospital.

The white tiles have a withered yellow color, and they have not been taken care of for a long time, and the dust covers them.

With the arrival of people, a light breeze was set off.

In the winter afternoon sun, the dust floats like a wandering elf.

The ceiling and walls, which were originally white, were covered with charred black, which was the mark of the flames.

Withered fallen leaves piled up in the hallway, and the trees in the yard were already bare, like the heads of middle-aged programmers.

"This is the hospital where the Vacuum Daoist once lived?"

Chen Qingfeng spoke slowly.

Although his voice was not hoarse, there was still obvious weakness in his tone.

Now I think back to the brilliant but extinct ancient country and alien civilization, it was half a month ago.

In that battle, too many of Chen Qingfeng's companions were killed—familiar or unfamiliar human transcendents, from different regions and countries, but since they were on the same front against a common enemy, they were his companions.

Along with the S-class transcendents, in the process of dragging the six wings to sacrifice Lai, there was also a fall.

The transcendents who went to that world suffered from certain psychological problems to a greater or lesser extent.

I don't want to remember what I saw at that time, and even worse, I don't want to fight again.

It really can't be said that they are cowardly, only that the psychological shadow they bear is too serious.

Chen Qingfeng is only physically unhealed now, and he can be said to be a very lucky type of person.

He is also well aware of his luck.

It's just that one of the dead companions is always unforgettable, and that is a vacuum Taoist who only has a one-sided relationship.

When they faced the two six-winged sacrifices, despair had inevitably risen in their hearts, and Chen Qingfeng, who was far more sensitive than ordinary people, still sensed a familiar breath and was rapidly climbing upward.

And the source of the breath, Chen Qingfeng will not admit that it is from the vacuum Dao people.

Chen Qingfeng probably guessed that the owner of the black mist was able to reach such a high place with the help of the Vacuum Dao people, and finally put an end to this incident.

But he searched carefully among the excluded transcendents, but could no longer find the man who was timid and afraid of death.

Before the ancient space collapses, it will only squeeze out the surviving humans, but will not teleport the corpses back to the surface world.

What's more, the Vacuum Dao people may not even have a corpse left.

Frankly.

Chen Qingfeng didn't quite understand why the Vacuum Daoist had such a huge change, before, he obviously didn't want to get involved at all, and saving his own life was his whole goal.

Even after he made a hole in the vacuum Dao people? He should have a real chance to get out of there.

But why? When there is a way out, what choice will he make?

Chen Qingfeng was incomprehensible.

But to think of a normal person? To understand a mentally ill person? It's not very realistic in itself.

With complicated feelings, Chen Qingfeng came

"Yes? Master. ”

The person pushing the wheelchair behind him is Chen Qingfeng's apprentice, before coming? He also learned about the situation in this psychiatric hospital in advance? Ichiyan explained.

"As far as I know, the hospital has been in a state of abandonment since a fire 10 years ago."

"And, the survivors of that fire? There is only one vacuum Taoist. ”

“...... Ten years ago? ”

Chen Qingfeng was slightly surprised.

According to the registration of the Vacuum Dao people in the Department of the Transcendent in China? As well as his own consistent statement, he only came out of Maoshan Hospital three years ago and reintegrated into society.

What about seven of those years......

Chen Qingfeng held back the surprise in his heart, and with the help of his apprentice, he continued to move forward in the hospital.

The whole Maoshan Hospital? In fact, it is in a dilapidated state.

Two of the buildings have collapsed, leaving only the ruins? Gravel and wood piles piled up on the ground.

There are still some graffiti left by the patients on the walls, the meaning is unknown? But it's a testament to how they were.

This is a rather backward and remote mountain village, and the predecessor of the mental hospital is quite taboo? Is it because no one has been taking care of it? No one will renovate it.

With Chen Qingfeng's keen eyesight? You can even see one or two broken bones under the fallen rocks.

When the cold wind blows, the bright sunlight does not seem to bring warmth.

This situation and this scene are very similar to deserted villages, mental hospitals, and haunted houses...... The kind of picture that appears most often in horror movies.

"Is he the only one who survived?"

Chen Qingfeng muttered to himself.

He can understand where the greedy side of the Vacuum Daoist comes from, and those who have struggled on the verge of death will have a greater fear of death.

turned a corner, but suddenly the willows and flowers brightened.

The asylum was built against the mountain, and on the side of the hill there was a small room, probably made of cement by someone himself.

You can vaguely see some of the breath of life that is not long away.

A few evergreen plants were planted next to the room.

Finally, it adds a bit of green vitality to the desolation in front of you.

And behind the room, there were one simple tombstone after another, some were stones, some were dry firewood, densely intruded into the sight of the two.

But on each tombstone, a name is engraved on it.

"Ghosts?"

Chen Qingfeng frowned, and there was a ghostly aura in the air, but it was very faint.

"No, it's the breath of the ghost after it has dissipated."

In a trance, Chen Qingfeng, who was keenly inspired, saw a fragment-like picture.

A white-faced and beardless man, standing in the hospital, communicating with the ghosts that have died.

Until their resentment dissipates and disappears from the world completely.

'Sent off Uncle Dean today!' Finally, I don't have to watch him blow his beard and stare at him. ’

Sister Fang really likes the poor road very much, and she is reluctant to leave! ’

‘.......’

Every time a ghost disperses, the Vacuum Daoist will plant a tombstone on the ground and engrave its name.

Sometimes the ghosts dissipate once a day, sometimes once a week, sometimes for two or three months...... There is no regularity, and there can be no regularity.

In this way, the vacuum people sent away one after another former patients, doctors, and nurses......

It's seven years in the blink of an eye.

Before finally leaving the hospital, he waved at the many tombstones, smiling brightly.

"Don't worry, I will live a long time, with your share."

After saying this, the picture is punctured like a bubble, and everything dissipates like smoke.

Chen Qingfeng came back to his senses, and his expression was in a trance again.

On such a winter day, the surrounding bare trees unexpectedly pull out some greenery.

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Japan.

Ayaka Hino is also honorably wheelchair friendly, and the left eyeball is obviously unnatural.

She can no longer wear the black silk and high heels that she used to love, and she can only wear long-sleeved clothes.

A prosthetic eye, a prosthetic hand, and a prosthetic foot.

The swordsman's entire head was tightly bandaged, oh no, he was wrapped like a rice dumpling.

But that's all right, he still has a long sword in his bandaged hand.

However, it is not so much about "taking" as it is about "inserting" there.

It adds a bit or two of black humor to this solemn funeral.

Many of the extraordinary people of the Nagoya and Tokyo branches, as well as some of the night watchmen, attended the funeral.

Behind them, a group of transcendents who entered the ancient realm.

In addition to the blindfolded men of the Night's Watch, the two divisions also sent some of the most elite transcendents.

Only a tiny fraction of them survived.

Except for Hino Ayaka and the swordsman, only three transcendents survived.

"The long night is coming, watch the darkness."

"Till death...... Endlessly. ”

Ayaka Hino muttered.

Behind these seemingly simple words, there is a heaviness that only those who have experienced it will understand.

At similar times, similar funerals were held all over the world.

Mourn the deceased.

Carry their last wishes.

The weather is cold and frozen, and the snow is fluttering.

The snow in Russia always bursts so suddenly and so suddenly that Andrei sprinkled clear wine in the snow.

Pawa sat on a snowy treetop, looking up at the sky.

"Pure water" is poured into the mouth one by one, but the heart can't be warmed up.

Physical injuries may be repaired quickly.

But there are some pains that may never be forgotten.

Even because there are too many high-level human beings who have died in this war, the transcendent world has ushered in a regression in strength, which shows the tragic degree of casualties.

Several large, prestigious organizations of the Transcendents have established a day of remembrance on this day to commemorate those who have died.

Even if only the transcendent will remember.

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"Here...... Where is it? ”

Aono lowered his head, only to feel a trance.

The height of the line of sight from the ground should not exceed one meter.

Compact tops, pants, shoes....... The delicate little palms and feet can only be seen on the bodies of children.

Aono saw a little familiar shadow in these clothes.

A cool head quickly makes a judgment –

This is what I looked like when I was five years old in my previous life. ’

'Five? ’

Some of the things that were buried in the depths of my mind and rarely excavated did not even need to be deliberately searched for now, and they took the initiative to pour up like a tidal wave.

"Aye, what's wrong?"

A kind and gentle voice sounded in Aono's ears.

Beside him, stood a gentle woman whose facial features were all hidden in the mist, looking alone, whether it was the nose, the eyes, or the mouth, or the ears...... You can see it all in real life.

But when these physiognomy traits are linked, they become unrecognizable, making Aono unrecognizable.

There is also a man in a similar situation.

Even if he can't see his full face, his intuition tells Aono that they are all handsome men and beautiful women.

"No, it's fine."

Aono heard such a crisp and immature voice popping out of his mouth.

It is the most normal appearance of a five-year-old child.

Everything in my impression gradually overlapped with the picture in front of me.

A man and a woman next to him are his parents.

I am about to go out on a trip, and I will temporarily entrust Qingye at a friend's house, and the travel time will not be too long, as short as two to three days, or as long as a week.

Next, they'll get in the car. ’

Aono thought.

A man and a woman did exactly that, and they said goodbye to Aono, talking.

"Be good at your aunt's house~"

"Tell your aunt whatever you want to eat, and she'll buy it for you." and other words that ordinary parents will entrust, and they are happy, and they are also the most common scene.

Then he got into the car and waved to Aono.

"Woo-"

There was a faint sound like this.

It's like the sound of a car going fast.

Aono already knew what was going to happen next.

He wanted to open his mouth, he wanted to call, he wanted to remind the two of them.

It's just that.......

Aono can't do it.

He couldn't do anything.

It can only be like a clay sculpture, imprisoned in this small body, like a spectator from the outside, witnessing what happened in the past happen again.

"Bang!"

"Squeak—"

The sound of sudden braking, accompanied by a high-speed piercing collision.

Metal is twisted, flesh is squeezed, bones are crushed.

Scarlet blood, like a fountain, splattered onto the little face.

But the young child still looked at him calmly and indifferently, without any emotion in his eyes.

To others, he seemed to be looking at something that had nothing to do with him.

"Ahhh!!h

Screams, long overdue.

From the mouths of passers-by, and from the aunt.

She hugged Aono and tried to cover Aono's eyes, but when she got closer, she noticed that the little face was almost absolutely calm.

A feeling far more terrifying than seeing the scene of a car accident with her own eyes grew in her heart.

Lunatic.

This five-year-old kid is a madman!

The woman was incredibly convinced.

It wasn't until after the funeral, and even three months after raising a friend's orphan, that she confirmed this.

Children don't have any emotions that a normal child should have.

Sad, scared, sad, happy...... None.

will only take those beautiful, cold big eyes and stare at himself coldly.

Finally, one day, the woman couldn't stand the huge psychological pressure and sent the child to a mental hospital.

This is the story of Aono before he was admitted to the hospital.

And many years later, after Aono was discharged from the hospital, he actually tried to contact the aunt.

In the end, I learned that for some unknown reason, one night, she took an overdose of sleeping pills, ended her life, and left what little property she had left to Aono.

After learning the news, Aono sighed and said, "Ah, that's right. It's a pity. ”

But even his mourning and sighing emotions are just the result of his disguise.

The reason why Aono wanted to find her was not for revenge, nor was it for any other negative thoughts.

I just wanted to tell her that I wanted to cry and be scared, but ...... I can't do it!

Just like Aono now, nothing can be done.

It's just watching what happened in the past repeat itself again.

Aono woke up abruptly and sat up suddenly.

The chaos is gone.

It was a familiar boxy space.

A weak, dwarf primate female surprised him and exclaimed, "Aono-kun, you're awake!" ”

"Huh?"

The other party let out a puzzled tone.

"Aono-kun, are you crying?".

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