Chapter 285: I'm Very Good (Second Watch)

Just when I felt like I was about to lose consciousness, Zhang Wuxin's hand pressed on my shoulder, and a warm current suddenly entered my body, and my discomfort quickly disappeared.

The ghosts were still screaming, but my ears were getting used to it, but it felt a little harsh, and there was no longer a painful stinging sensation.

It was only then that I noticed that the ghosts, trapped around the machine by black silk threads, were not as young as I had imagined. There were also some people who looked close to thirty years old, but although they were men and women, they had the same dull eyes, as if all their anger had been sucked away by the machine.

As if they wouldn't do anything but scream and cry bitterly. Zhang Wuxin and I are both a little overwhelmed, so many ghosts, such a strange machine, we are a little at a loss.

At this time, the cliff-jumping boy and the ghosts with twisted limbs also walked into the room, and when they saw those ghosts and heard their screams, the bodies of the two ghosts were constantly trembling, and even the spirits were a little unstable. It was as if it would dissipate in the next moment.

"Are you alright? Are the cries of these ghosts hurting you? Zhang Wuxin asked.

"No, they are scared when they see this machine, they see you and think you are here to drive the machine, so they are so afraid. I asked Lao Yang to communicate with them. The cliff-jumping boy said.

The cliff-jumping boy leaned into the ear of the twisted ghost, and after a few words, a muffled sound came out of the throat of the twisted ghost, and the screams of the ghosts gradually subsided.

"Can you tell us about it? What the hell is going on here? What is this machine, and how did these ghosts come from? I asked.

"This machine ......" As soon as the cliff-jumping boy wanted to open his mouth, his body began to tremble and flicker, as if it was about to disappear in the next moment.

"Stop! You still tell us how to know the true situation of this machine, you don't have to say it yourself, it's not good for your soul. Zhang Wuxin hurriedly stopped.

The cliff-jumping boy breathed a sigh of relief as he stopped. His original flickering soul body also began to become stable again: "This machine has become a taboo for us ghosts, we can't mention it at all, once we say it, we will collapse, if you really want to understand, you better feel and experience it yourself." ”

Feel the experience? How do you feel about the experience? I looked at Zhang Wuxin with some suspicion, but Zhang Wuxin had a thoughtful expression, he frowned, closed his eyes, reached through the ghosts who were stunned and stayed in place, and pressed his palm on the machine.

The next moment, his face began to contort and twitch, as if he was enduring great pain, and the hideous expression made me wonder if he was being tortured.

I waited for Zhang Wuxin to finish the experience and open my eyes, but after waiting for a while, Zhang Wuxin's face was still hideous, and there was no sign of opening his eyes at all, and I was suddenly a little anxious: the experience of experiencing ghosts was originally a dangerous thing, because once the experiencer was not firm enough and thought that he was really dead, he would really die with it.

It's no joke that people are scared to death. The kind of psychological story of a drop cutting your wrist is not an exaggeration, but it is really possible to die.

Thinking that Zhang Wuxin might have an accident, I was also a little anxious, I couldn't care so much at all, I reached out and grabbed Zhang Wuxin's arm, and suddenly a strange energy passed down Zhang Wuxin's arm into my body, my eyes went black, and then I lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took me to open my eyes and find myself sitting in an Internet café in front of a computer where the character had just died, and the player who killed my character was walking around the corpse, trash talking.

This is a relatively old online game, South Korea's kimchi online game, but it was very popular back then, I felt as if I had forgotten something, but when I saw the enemy on the screen who kept scolding me, my heart suddenly became angry, and I wanted to kill each other and get back to the field.

So, I chose to resurrect, and just as I was buying a potion in the store and preparing to seek revenge on the other party, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, a slap on the head.

I turned my head and saw that it was my iron-faced father staring at me: "Little rabbit cub, Lao Tzu has worked hard for you to go to school, and you come to the Internet café to play every day?" ”

Hey?! My father doesn't seem to be this person, right? But why do I think he's my father? Strange thoughts crossed my mind, but before I could think about it, I was slapped in the face, and then my father dragged me home by the hair.

When I got home, I couldn't escape a beating, but anyway, I was used to being beaten, and I knew that playing games was not good, but I couldn't help it, as for reading. I really don't have that ability, sitting there listening to the teacher's lecture, and soon I get distracted and sleepy, it's not that I don't want to learn, it's that I really don't understand.

I originally thought that this matter would be over, but I didn't expect that the next morning, when I was about to get up and go to morning self-study, my father didn't go to the store for the first time, and said to me: "Let's go, I'll go to school to help you take a few days off, let's go out." ”

"Where to go?" I had a vague premonition that such a thing as traveling would never happen, and my father would not be so good to me.

"Why do you ask so much?!"

After taking a leave of absence from school, my father took me on a train and rushed to Langya City, in a so-called medical institution, I saw a person I had seen on the Internet, that person's face, I will never forget in my life, it was a sheep called a beast.

When I saw him, I immediately felt a chill in my heart, and I remembered the articles I had read on the Internet before, and the legends that circulated among the student community.

Seeing the cruel smile on the face of the sheep and beast, I panicked, and immediately knelt down in front of my father: "Dad, I promise you never to go to the Internet again in the future, you take me home, and I promise to stay in school every day in the future." ”

A trace of hesitation and struggle flashed on his father's face, but under the persuasion of the sheep and the beast, he still said with a resolute face: "No, I don't trust you anymore, you must be corrected here." ”

The days that followed. I feel extremely depressed, living in this abstinence center, there are seventy or eighty rules alone, and even if I say a word to the people around me, I may be reported by others, and the punishment after that is to stand in a military posture and a little heavier is a slap. Beaten.

I heard that the most terrifying thing is the electric torture chair of the sheep and the beast, I have always been cautious and dare not make mistakes, but no one who comes here can escape the service of the electric torture chair.

In the end, I couldn't help but curse a sheep and beast in my sleep, and others heard the dream talk, so I made a small report. Received the punishment of an electric torture chair.

When the sheep screamed and put the metal patch on my temple and pressed the electric switch, I only felt a large handful of steel needles stuck in my brain, and I was so hurt that I went incontinent.

I was punished more severely for this, because the sheep and beasts thought I was doing it on purpose.

I don't remember how many times I've been subjected to electrocution, but my mind is getting worse and worse. I feel that the whole person is confused, and I tremble when I hear the sound of sheep and beasts, and I will do whatever others tell me to do.

I don't know how long I was in the rehab center, maybe a week, maybe a year, but my father finally came and wanted to bring me home.

When I first came here, I was always looking forward to my parents coming. rescued me from this cave, but when my father finally came, I found that my heart was no longer turbulent.

It was as if I had lost all awareness of the world, no joy, no hope, and no affection for my family, and the only thing I remembered was punishment and pain, and I didn't want to accept punishment. Therefore, you have to be obedient.

The father seemed to be happy with all this, he finally got an obedient son, and I was taken home, no longer running out to surf the Internet, going to and from school on time, sitting in the classroom for half a day, except for eating and going to the toilet in the middle. I barely move.

As for studying, I couldn't hear what the teacher said, yes, not that I didn't understand, it was that I couldn't hear it, although I couldn't understand it before, but the teacher's words. I can still hear it in my ears.

But now, my mind is full of the pain of being shocked, and I sit up straight in the classroom, but I'm just trying to get away with it. Yes, I don't want to be shocked anymore.

I took the college entrance examination, but sitting straight in the classroom, I faced the papers, and my brain was blank. I don't know what I'm writing at all.

Probably God took pity on me, my college entrance examination score did not have zero points, but together, the total score did not reach 100, and I definitely couldn't go to university, so my parents had no choice but to send me to a technical school and wanted me to learn a trade.

I have learned all about excavators, cooking and stir-frying, but I can't do it at all, I will do whatever the teacher tells me to do, I am very obedient, but when I am asked to do it myself, my brain is blank. Don't know what to do.

My classmates also laughed at me for being a fool, but I don't care, you laugh, the sheep and beasts will also serve you with electrocution.

In desperation, my parents took me home and asked me to help in the store, but I couldn't even do a simple cashier.

Now. My parents finally got anxious and they took me to the doctor, but the doctor couldn't help me, saying that it couldn't be treated with medication at all, and by this time, it was the third year that I had left the withdrawal center.

I've gone online to play games, but I won't do anything. I'll just be obedient and live like a controlled robot.

The days of robots go by quite quickly. In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, I am almost thirty years old, my parents are heartbroken about my marriage problems, they have arranged all kinds of blind dates, but in the face of those blind dates, I don't feel anything, the only thing I care about is. I will not be punished.

Even after ten years, I still maintain the routine of being in the abstinence center, and I wake up at half past five in the morning, because when the time comes, I will not be able to sleep, and I am afraid of being punished.

When I got up and had nothing to do, I would fold the quilt, sit at the table, put a book on the table, and watch silently, not the content of the book, just staring.

It's been ten years, I've been doing well, everything has been doing well, I've been ten years, I've not been punished again, it's really good.

Another winter came, the winter in the north was cold and dry, my mother bought me a new sweater, on this day, when I took off my sweater, I was hit by static electricity on my fingers, and the stinging pain from my fingertips reminded me of the electrocution punishment of the year.

All of a sudden, I was disillusioned. Ten years have passed, and I have finally been punished, I have worked hard and been careful, why should I still be punished with electric shocks?

I took out the utility knife hidden in the drawer, went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water faucet, and slashed my wrist with the knife. It doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt at all, compared to the pain of the electric shock, it really doesn't hurt at all.

My consciousness was blurring, but I was happy that I could finally get away with it, and no one would punish me again.

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