His eyes were blurry, seemingly covered by layers of red water waves, and he struggled to open his eyes and raised his hand blankly.

The arm felt a resistance, and at the same time, there was a hint of buoyancy, which made the whole person continue to rise and fall in the small space.

Where am I?

He thought to himself, dazed.

"Smack."

His hand accidentally touched the cold glass wall, and the coldness made him shiver.

Who am I?

He withdrew his hand and hugged himself helplessly, his black hair gently pushed forward from behind with the liquid wrapped around him as he moved.

Hair? It's mine?

Subconsciously reached out and pinched a strand, he was even more confused, for some reason, in his cognition, he should not have long hair of his gender.

His ears were not clear at all, and the water pressure formed a roar, so that his mind could not be stilled for a moment.

The liquid was red, and he realized that he was soaked in something that resembled blood, only it was thicker, but it didn't interfere with his breathing.

The liquid was confined with him in a small glassware, and outside the vessel, several vague figures dressed in white noticed him and walked towards him.

They stopped outside the vessel, holding some kind of paper, and pointed at him.

He reacted for a moment before he looked behind him and pressed against the equally transparent glass wall behind him.

Who are they and what are they doing?

Who am I and why am I here?

Why are they looking at me?

One question after another surfaced, but he couldn't speak, his voice would dissipate quietly in the red liquid, as if it had never existed.

I'm locked up?

A great fear suddenly swept over him, and he became impatient and glanced at himself.

No clothing.

The muscles are tight and slender, the legs are straight and slender, and the restless half-floats in the fluid.

On his body, there were crisscrossed wounds of all sizes, some of which had scabbed over, and some of which were still bleeding, revealing the white bones inside.

But he didn't feel the pain.

He saw excitement on the faces of the people outside, and the sound of conversation faintly reached his ears:

"He's awake."

"He's perfect, it's the first time I've seen such a good fit."

"Hahaha, he will become a masterpiece in our hands, and the servant will definitely be satisfied, look, he is like a work of art"

"A work of art full of danger and tyranny!"

He was frightened, and he tried to shrink back, but he couldn't stop any gaze that looked at him.

He didn't, like a commodity that had been peeled off, the shame and embarrassment from the depths of his soul made him miserable, and he shook his head at the people outside.

He's not a work of art, he's a human!

At that moment, the blood in the glassware grew thicker and thicker, so thick that he could no longer see anything.

The pure blood color was no longer transparent, blocking everything from the outside world, giving him a sense of security that he had not felt for a long time.

He began to like blood.

He became dependent on blood.

"Click."

There was a crack in the vessel, and he raised his hand to touch it, and the crack suddenly magnified, and the next moment, the glass shattered in response!

"He's out!"

There was chaos around him, and he didn't know what he had done, until a strange touch came from his hand, and he came back to his senses and saw the wide-eyed corpse in a white coat in front of him.

The corpse's expression was horrified and ugly, and although he had never faced it so clearly, he knew that this was the one who said he was a work of art.

"Ahh There were screams all around, and people were torn apart, and his eardrums were shaken.

More screaming.

Screaming that never stops.

He was disgusted by the scream at first, but gradually he got used to it, and with all his wounds healed like a new body, he sank in the fear of others and gradually became obsessed.

He's not human, he's a monster.

"Wake up! Yu Xing! The woman's cold and tough voice exploded in her ears, more uncomfortable to your eardrums than screaming.

Yu Xing woke up from the chaos and snorted.

Because the other party not only called him to get up, but also grabbed his shoulders with a pair of hands, using no small force, and kept shaking him.

"It's okay, it's okay" Yu Xing opened one eye with difficulty, and saw Qu Zhiqing staring at him seriously with nervousness on his face, his smiling lips were pursed, and then he opened both eyes.

He forcibly woke up, and his voice was still hoarse: "It's just a dream, don't be nervous, I'm fine." ”

Seeing that he was awake, Qu Lingqing let go suddenly, she was originally kneeling on the bed on one knee, and one leg was on the ground to support, and her body leaned down.

Now she slid backwards and stood firm on the ground.

"I'm not nervous, I'm just worried that you're not in the right state, in case you get out of control, it threatens my safety." Qu Zhiqing is serious and authentic, if you don't know her, maybe you will really believe it.

Yu Xing listened, chuckled, and did not debunk her concern.

He let out a sigh of relief, sat up on the bed, rubbed his temples, and expressed his frustration at the content of his dream.

Sure enough, the scene was touched

The scene in the institution brought his memory back, and he ended up having such a chaotic dream.

However, unlike ordinary dreams, this dream seems to be mixed with some other powers, like a pair of hands, constantly trying to keep him in the dream and sink forever.

Of course, this is nothing to him, even if Qu Zhiqing doesn't wake him up, he himself is about to wake up.

"When the degree of personality alienation is high, every little increase will have a huge impact on the person." Qu Zhiqing seemed to know what he was thinking, and explained, "Your alienation degree is already as high as fifty percent, but if others are already unconscious and gradually ghosted, you can still maintain the human mind is already very special. ”

"I saw that your alienation level increased by 1, so I expected that you would definitely have an abnormality today."

"What do I look like from your point of view? By the way, why are you in my room? Yu Xing asked after hearing this.

He didn't feel anything, he didn't even sweat, don't look at the emotion in the dream, that's just because he didn't have a realistic memory in the dream, in other words, he is now, not to mention just seeing the glassware, even if he is locked up again, there will be no psychological fluctuations.

At that time, I was too young and experienced less, so it was so easy to be emotionally affected.

Qu Lingqing sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "You don't think the door of the hotel can block me, do you?" I just knew that you weren't restless tonight, so I kept paying attention, and sure enough, your breath wasn't quite right just now, so I came over. ”

"When I came, your skin seemed to crack everywhere, and I could almost see the cracks, but in the end it didn't crack, and I recovered."

She glanced at Yu Xing: "Of course, I only lifted your shirt and looked at it, I didn't take off your pants, I don't know if there is anything wrong with the lower half of your body, you can feel it yourself." ”

Yu Xing's eyes twitched, and when he looked down, he found that the quilt had already been lifted, and his shirt and T-shirt were also wrinkled.

I'm fine, nothing at all, my upper and lower body are fine.

"I found you," Yu Xing straightened up his clothes and glanced at Qu Zhiqing scrutinically, "When I grow up, I have become more and more intimidating in my speech." ”

Qu Zhiqing generously admitted: "You taught well. ”