"Please tell me what you know."

"We will guarantee your safety."

Gradually sober up...

My head was a little hazy, and a group of strangers in front of me were questioning me with a microphone.

"Did you finally escape..."

The sweetness in my heart is incomparable, like a ray of sunlight finally breaking through the darkness, and this taste is hard to describe.

I didn't pay attention to the person in front of me, just looked around and found myself lying on a hospital bed, covered in gauze.

"How did you survive..."

"Hello, I'm a reporter from ×× TV, how did you survive in such a harsh environment?"

"What's in that hole, can you tell us about it..."

In front of me, more than a dozen strangely dressed people, like sparrows, chirped and chirped in front of my eyes.

"Get out... Ahem... Ahem"

I tried to open my mouth and tell them to fuck off, but I found myself in a hoarse voice that was almost inaudible.

I waved my arms and shook violently.

The intense pain made my brain clear up instantly.

"I'm sorry, please leave."

"The patient's condition is now very precarious."

A man in a white lab coat shook straight in front of my eyes, his hands in his pockets.

drove out the group of strangers in front of him, "gentle".

"Thanks... Thanks..."

I said hoarsely, almost inaudibly, and at that moment he just turned away without looking back.

I don't know if he heard what I was saying.

In an instant, my throat itched and I felt a little nauseous.

I knew it was my addiction to cigarettes again, so I reached out and subconsciously touched my pants.

That's when I thought, "It's a hospital here."

I looked down and struggled, the white spoked clothes I was wearing, this kind of déjà vu scene that I had only seen on TV.

Looking at the table next to me, there was a box of cigarettes that I had never seen before.

That guy, like a ×× of **, is constantly tempting me.

Unable to resist the temptation, I suddenly stretched out my hands and desperately tried to grab the box of red cigarettes on the table next to me.

Suddenly, I just felt that I was out of breath again.

Rotting blood and maggots.

Desperately, into my mouth, and ears, and even in my eyes.

Squirming.

I was so frightened that I suddenly retracted my arm, and that scene was still in my mind.

I smiled wryly.

sighed, this life may really not forget.

"Squeak..."

The door opened.

I was about to pretend to be asleep, but I was glad to find that this time it was not the reporters who walked in.

They were dressed in police uniforms, and their faces were cold, without emotion.

There was a resolute gaze in his eyes, as if he could pierce my heart.

From the moment I was rescued, I knew that something like this would happen to me.

I've even figured out a statement for myself, I don't know anything.

"I... Anything... No... I don't know.... ”

A hoarse voice echoed through the room.

In front of him, two middle-aged men in police uniforms.

Look at each other and smile.

As if I had expected it, I would say so.

"Not much to say, why did you get your hands covered in blood when you were rescued."

"Oh, yes."

"A small amount of visceral tissue was also found, but none of this is from you."

"Can you cooperate with our investigation and explain them one by one?"

Their eyes were like eagles.

And I, on the other hand, seemed to be the prey in their eyes.

I wanted to run away, but I knew it would make me even more flawed.

"Comrade policeman, he is my patient."

"He's not fully recovered, so you can't interrogate him like that."

The middle-aged man in a white lab coat had just broken into the room, and I knew that this was the best moment for me to adjust myself.

"Okay, we'll only need three minutes."

The officer who looked a little vicious.

Turning around, facing "my savior", smiling collegially.

It can be seen that a person like him should always have a stinky face, and even his expression looks a little stiff.

I lay in my hospital bed and almost burst out laughing.

But luckily, I'm no different from a dumb person now.

The violent mood swings caused me to cough violently again.

The aroma of tobacco is probably what I need most at this time.

"Not for a minute, he's my patient, if something happens, which of you can be responsible."

The middle-aged doctor's tone became tougher, and at this moment, for the first time, I had a good impression of the profession of a doctor.

I pretended to turn my head away from the look they had as they left, glaring at me.

My heart gradually cleared up.

The middle-aged doctor, once again, turned away as if nothing had happened.

However, when he left.

As if subconsciously, he threw the remote control in his hand next to the bed.

The TV hung over my head.

I desperately, using the last bit of strength in my body, grabbed the remote control in my hand.

Without hesitation, I pressed the red button.

Because of the angle of the TV, I could only tilt my face.

to see the picture.

But the sharp pain that came from all over the body was almost clear to the bone marrow.

"TM's..."

I couldn't hold back my temper a little, but this time, even the remote control in my hand couldn't fall.

I accidentally knocked off a clear tube that was stuck in my chest.

In an instant, my heart became terrified again.

I finally escaped, but I had to die here because of an accident.

"TM"

I now finally understand what it means to be "self-inflicted."

I waved my hands wildly.

In front of me, black hair like tentacles came at me again.

It's as if you're in an icy cave.

Those yellow, withered arms, in the dark.

Rising like a tide.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly stepped back, for fear of getting the slightest contamination.

"Smack."

A crisp sound of glass shattering pulled me back from the darkness.

It turned out that I accidentally shook the water glass next to me to the ground.

At this moment, I don't guess and know.

The cup must have shattered.

And it's hot water.

Because of the splash of boiling water, which spilled directly on my legs, I bared my teeth in pain.

Then I suddenly remembered the tube in my chest.

"Am I dying..."

I really want to stand up and slap myself in the face at this moment.

But obviously, I can't.

I can even feel that my breathing is gradually failing...

Just the second I held on to the end, closing my eyes.

The door opened.

This time, I closed my eyes peacefully.

"Injections."

"First shock preparation."

"No vital functions found"

"Second shock preparation..."

I struggled, but I couldn't open my eyes, as if there was some kind of strength that was desperately trying to keep me still and obey the fate of God.

"No signs of life found"

"Prepare for the third shock."

"Check Pupils"

I fainted again, and when I woke up.

I found myself sitting in the cold interrogation chair, staring at me coldly with four or six pairs of eyes.

"Let him eat first."

"He is a scumbag, he should die inside, why did he come out alive and eat?"

"Is he worthy?"

The sound of shouting in my ears made me gradually open my eyes.

And greeted me.

It was a steaming bowl of noodles that clasped on my face, and the soup ran down my chest, dripping with every wound.