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"Eaten by what?" I asked hurriedly.

"Monsters." The girl looked up, her hair drooping down to cover her face, her flickering eyes were a little abnormal, she looked like a little madman, her gaze fell on Quark on my shoulder, turned to me again, and asked, "Aren't you hiding?" ”

"I'm new here." I calmly probed, "I don't know where to hide, can you sue me?" Let's hide together. ”

"Nope." The girl shook her head resolutely, "It's coming, I'm leaving." ”

I broke out of the doorway, obviously not looking fast, but I couldn't stop her, and I couldn't catch up, so I could only watch her run to the end of the corridor and turn the corner. As a last resort, I had to return my attention to the room, and I walked in, observing the pictures on the floor with the help of the faint light in the hallway.

It was a swirl drawn with red crayons, and it seemed to be just a meaningless scribble, but after staring at it for a long time, there was an illusion of spinning.

I know that this place is very strange, so it must not be measured by common sense, and in all the books I have read about the grotesque, there is a rule that the more strange the environment, the clues brought by the strange words and deeds are not meaningless. Breaking through the appearance and pursuing the essence of it, all the anomalies are refracting some kind of deep consciousness. Whether this mental hospital is real or just a delusional fantasy, it is based on the will of man himself, and the books written by man, no matter how bizarre, are based on the will of man himself.

Therefore, there is no need to doubt, there is no need to be afraid, I tell myself that my opponent, no matter how strange and terrifying, still cannot escape the realm of humanity. Even the god who drives the end of the world cannot directly let volcanoes erupt, earthquakes, and tsunamis engulf continents overnight, and it still has to make us suffer the consequences under the guise of human will and skill.

All these grotesque and seemingly incomprehensible qiē are nothing more than the cloak of human ferocity and evil, and their tricks have long been revealed in the books of mankind so far.

This is a mental hospital, a place built by human beings, and in any state of affairs that arises, there is no escape from the category of "spirit and psychology". According to the theory of mental refraction, the graffiti on the door of this red vortex No. 7 must represent a certain psychology of a certain person, and maybe even that girl is a subconscious external appearance.

The question is, whose will are these? Maybe it's a person, maybe it's a group of people. However, it is clear that no matter which one it is, it points to the fire in the psychiatric hospital that year, and the person who knows about the fire of that year that he is looking for is here.

Cannibalistic monsters may be a kind of meaning, a subconscious evolution, but they may also be real people, cannibalism is not uncommon in terms of physical and psychological symptoms, and can also be interpreted as a cold-blooded predatory behavior, like people who are too greedy for money will be scolded as vampires. Was there once a cannibal in a psychiatric hospital? Or was there once a kind of "cannibalism" in a psychiatric hospital?

Are girls victims?

I walked over to the bed and lifted the quilt, the bugs weren't there. Does the door being opened mean they escaped? I was reminded of the pattern on the abdomen of the insects, which looked like human faces, and according to the previous theory, these insects were also transformed by human consciousness. The form of the bug, its swarming behavior, and the intense burning pain that it produces when it pounces on its body may be a fear of flames. Perhaps this image represents a victim who experienced the fire that year.

I tried to sketch in my mind the fact that he was living in this room, the door locked, and there was no way to escape but to watch as ferocious flames swept through the room and engulfed itself. He was terrified, trembling, desperate, and that face became distorted in these negativity.

But there is a problem with this conjecture that needs to be solved, the graffiti on the door of this room. I returned to the gate and took a closer look at the figure that had been captured by the monster and had a strange smile like the monster. Because of his clumsy technique, I thought that his face resembled that of a bug's belly, but I also suspected that it was because of my own preconceptions.

The situation and expression of the figures on the graffiti are diametrically opposed, and they diverge from my previous victim theory of this room.

There is also the door number that has been removed, and the 107 engraved on it, which must have a deeper meaning. I couldn't understand it, so I gave up thinking because there were not enough clues, and if I continued, I would probably go astray for preconceived reasons.

I went back to my room and looked out the window. As when I first entered, the windows could not be opened, and the view outside, unlike in the church hall, was completely still.

The whirlpool has the implication of not being able to break free and close.

The apartment built on the site of a former psychiatric hospital also has a clock tower that gives the illusion that time has stopped.

Perhaps, this qiē is implying that the qiē that happened in this mental hospital is a kind of reincarnation and eternity. Whether it is ten years, twenty years, or a hundred years, if you just wait passively, it will never end, but will be like a whirlpool, rolling the normal qiē into the anomaly, and under the calm surface of the lake is a surging undercurrent. This coincides with the inferences we get in reality.

Only the hall like a church is different, what is the reason? Is it because it is a church dedicated to the Virgin Mary?

There is a problem that must be taken seriously, whether in psychological classics or grotesque novels, the existence of zài in an extreme state of mind will carry out the transfer of damage. That is, if, according to my previous theory, the door is opened, and the bug, representing the desperate victim, escapes, then it will retaliate even more violently.

There is no doubt that bugs will attack everyone in this mental hospital.

As if to prove my reasoning, a scream of horror suddenly came from the hallway.

I hurried out the door, the hallway was quiet, but it must not have been a hallucination, the voice was full of emotion and life. There are others here

It's an adult woman. Where is she? I walked briskly in the direction the girl had left. After a while, the scream rang out for a second time. That's right, it's ahead, I decided on the direction, spread my legs and ran. Quark flapped his wings and turned around the corner faster than I could.

I rushed through two and three steps, only to see a door in the middle of the corridor in front of me, shutting with a loud noise as if it had been blown by a hurricane. This was followed by the sound of fierce unlocking, followed by the sound of banging and thumping.

"Help, help," the woman's scream came from the room, and her fear and despair became more and more sharp in the hysteria.

Quark hovered outside the door, and beneath it, a string of iron chains creefully wound between the gate's long handles without external force. By the time I got to the door, the chains had bound the two doors tightly.

Although there is no sign on the door, it is clear from the style and location of the door that it is definitely not a patient's recuperation room.

There was a huge glass window on the hinge door, the woman's face was clinging to the back, her hands were pressed against the glass, despair and horror distorted her otherwise upright features. As soon as she saw me, the distortion immediately changed, as if a light rose from her eyes. Through the gaps in the windows that were not blocked by her, the flames could be seen spreading in all directions as if they were alive, and everything behind her was engulfed in flames, and from time to time something burned fell from the ceiling.

The smoke was thick, and every qiē was collapsing uncontrollably.

"Help me, please, save me," she called through the door, then turned back and slapped her body and arms, "Get out of here, get out of the way"

There was no sign of fire on her body, but she had a pained expression. However, the flames behind her were about to engulf her.

I've been loosening the chains, but it's too late.

"Quark"

The raven swung as the woman turned her head, and then condensed into a dagger that landed in my hand. I took a step back and swung my knife at the crack in the door, only a slight feeling of blockage was heard, and the chains and locks snapped. Before she had time to marvel at the sharpness of the dagger, the woman slammed into the door again in a frenzy, and the whole person staggered out. I hurriedly stepped forward and dragged her back. A tongue of fire poured out of the room, and for a moment, the intense heat and light made my eyes almost a fiery red.

At the last moment, I sat down with the woman on the ground and rolled to the side, only to feel a burning heat on the top of my head, with a hint of burning. I didn't care about my hair, I rolled around and saw that the flame was like a frog's predatory tongue, and it suddenly retracted.

The sound of the flames quickly extinguished, and in less than three seconds, only a dull silence and dim light remained in the hallway, like a dip in a pool of lifeless stagnant water.

When I came back to my senses, there was not even a hint of burning in the air.

A suffocating silence enveloped me and the woman.

I subconsciously touched the top of my head, and it didn't seem to be burning. The woman was shivering in her arms, and I hugged her shoulders tightly.

"It's okay, it's okay......" I said softly, not only comforting the other person, but also comforting myself. Looking back on the previous danger, people still can't help but shed a cold sweat on their backs. Although it is not that he is in danger of dying, the impact of that strangeness, ferocity and despair on people's hearts is difficult to forget in a short period of time, no matter how determined he is.

The woman sobbed and hugged my waist as if she were going to squeeze my entrails out. I soothed her, hugged her with all my strength, kissed the top of her head, I was no longer the stinky little kid I used to be, and I had a fiancée who knew how to give a woman a sense of security.

Sure enough, my technique worked, and the woman's trembling gradually weakened. She took a deep breath, slipped out of my arms, and wiped her face vigorously. When I saw my appearance, I couldn't help but be a little surprised and a little surprised. I consider myself mentally more mature than most men, but I can't mature outwardly, and seventeen-year-old Asian men are much more immature than European men.

I showed a kind smile that I had exercised in the student union, and she burst into tears, and suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, so she quickly tidied up her appearance.

The woman was about thirty years old, wearing a white shirt and a western-style tube skirt, full of white-collar beauty, with a dark complexion, but fairer than the average black woman, so I don't know if she was black or mixed-race. Because of the previous struggle, the bun was a little loose, the dust was stained on the face with sweat, and the chest was also extraordinarily open, revealing a large piece of breast enlargement held up by the ** mask.

She quickly sorted out her mood, and her expression quickly calmed down. Reaching out to loosen the bun, he shook his head, dyed a few strands of blonde hair red, and put it on his shoulders. She soon noticed that the buttons on her shirt were broken, but instead of paying attention, she stood up and reached out to me.

She looked at me calmly and generously, not caring at all where my gaze landed.

Instead, I looked away a little embarrassed and put my hand in her palm. When she pulled her up, she felt that the atmosphere between the two was a little less awkward, and there was more tacit understanding of sharing weal and woe.

"You saved me, I don't know how to thank you." She said to me with a friendly smile, "You are my hero. ”

"It's nothing, it's a matter of effort." I thought about it for a moment and joked, "If you really want to thank me, maybe you can give me a kiss." ”

I just wanted to resolve my embarrassment, just talking casually, who knew that the other party really hugged me and gave me a suffocating deep kiss.

It took a while for her to let go of her lips, rub my hair vigorously and say, "If that's fine, I don't mind a few more strokes." Little boy. ”

I grabbed the hand hard and said dissatisfiedly, "Don't mess with me, I'm not a virgin anymore." ”

"Really?" A look of disapproval slipped through her eyes, and she stared at me with a smile, "How many girlfriends do you have?" ”

"A fiancée."

Now she finally expressed her surprise again.

"Anyway, thank you so much." She said with trepidation, "If it weren't for you, I would have been bitten to death by those insects." Oh my God, what the hell is this place?"

"Bugs?" I was a little stunned, "What bugs?" ”

"Don't you see? A large group of them, like cockroaches, the size of a fist, and the pattern on their stomachs is like a human face. She kicked the floor angrily, as if to stomp on the invisible insect, and with a click, her high heel flew out.

She and I looked at the heels of our shoes and froze for a moment.

The "Fuck" woman scolded in shock.

I came back to my senses, and I was thoughtful about her doing this. The bugs she described were clearly seen in room 7, which means that my assumptions were correct, and the bugs ran out of the room and wreaked havoc everywhere. However, although she saw insects, in the eyes of me, an outsider, it was a flame like flowing water.

That flame is full of life. As far as the feeling goes, it's very real, but it's too fast to extinguish. I glanced at the room where it had been on fire, and there was no difference between it and before the fire. It was as if time had been turned back, and the woman noticed my gaze, so she also turned her head to look away, and was stunned.

"What, what's going on?" She said incredulously that she wanted to go up and carefully check if she was dazzled, but she was a little timid.

I grabbed her hand, and she stopped. In order to ease the tension and fear that had risen again in her heart, I tried to change the subject.

"My name is Crow."

She glanced at me, her tense face slacking slightly.

"My name is Marceau." She said, "Listening to your accent, it shouldn't be a local, where is the student?" ”

"I dropped out of high school and was working and traveling at the same time." I'm certainly not lying, that's the pattern of work now.

"Part-time job? Tourism? Marceau looked at him in amazement, "It's surprising, do your parents approve of you doing this?" ”

"Luckily, my parents are very open-minded." I shrugged and said.

"You didn't let them down either." Marceau said with emotion: "It seems that you have learned a lot of things that are not in the textbooks. You're more manly than other students, well, more than a lot of men. ”

"I think so too." I laughed.

The atmosphere gradually eased.

"What about you? Miss Marceau, what do you do? ”

"What do you say?" Marceau gave a sly expression.

"A white-collar worker? Working in a financial company? ”

"Wrong." "I'm a psychologist," Marceau said. ”

Psychotherapist? Sounds like an amazing career.

"Is it a psychiatrist?" I was a little embarrassed, "Sorry, I've never heard of that." ”

"No, if you want to say it, it's a job like a ji-girl." Marceau clasped his hands, without the slightest hint of concealment, "Senior Ji girl." There are some famous men who will need people like us, and they will confide in us some shady things to relieve their stress psychologically. Of course, it will also help them with their physiological needs. It's not a job that any woman can do. ”

When my body was a little stiff because I was surprised, Marceau, who called herself a high-class girl, reached out and hooked my chin, and her eyes were suddenly full of charm to swallow my life alive.

"The women who do this have their own list, no more than ten customers, and you're on the list now."

"Is that so? That's right. I laughed dryly, not knowing what to say.

"You hate Ji girl?" Marceau was still staring into my eyes, and when I couldn't help it and wanted to give way to it, she immediately held her face hard.

"No, how can I say it......" I had to reply: "Actually, I don't feel anything, because Miss Marceau ......"

"Just call me Marceau." Her smile was sharp, not strong, but impossible to refuse.

"Okay...... Marceau. I was a little uncomfortable with the current situation, she seemed to have forgotten the previous danger all of a sudden, and in an instant she changed from a prey to a hunter, which was completely different from the previous cousin, "Actually, I have never seen a real Ji girl. Uh, I mean, I know what a girl is, but Marceau, you don't look like a girl at all. ”

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