I don't know what happened to this woman, but her face was unusual, as if something was peeking at me behind that dark face, but because of this peeping, there was a greater degree of abnormality. The thick blood that overflows from the dark face is the symbol of the "river", and I think that no matter what is hidden in the darkness, the moment it comes into contact with the "river", it must no longer be normal.

In the depths of the darkness, I seemed to see Mae. The next moment, a woman's hand reached out from that dark face and grabbed my shoulder.

Even the "relatively fast" Swift Sweep Super cannot escape this obvious process of action.

I was held up without resistance, and from my point of view, I was pulled by this hand into the darkness of that face. Under normal circumstances, of course, this is impossible, because leaving aside what lies behind the darkness, that face is only the size of a face.

I've been through a lot of strange and strange things in the past, but even so, what is happening now is very new to me.

I didn't struggle much, probably because I felt the breath of "Jiang", and with that familiar sense of fear. I still have the energy to wonder, what is my experience in the eyes of others at this time? Was it really my realization, being pulled into the dark face by a hand? Or is it that I am just stunned by the woman?

In any case, the qiē that I felt was, for me, an immersive, extremely real situation.

I fell in the dark.

I don't know how long it took for me to hear someone's voice. A lot of people are talking, as if bubbles are forming and bursting, making a gurgling sound. The sounds seemed to be discernible but eventually blurred again. I felt myself immersed in the water, floating up and down involuntarily. I could also feel a less noticeable feeling of suffocation, as if my lungs were filled with something. But not so much that you can't really breathe. I could feel my hands and feet, but it wasn't real. I felt like I had "opened my eyes", but there was only darkness in front of me.

A hand tugged at me in the darkness, and I couldn't see it.

There was a feeling of suffocation, which gradually became clear as I was pulled deeper and deeper, and finally it was so strong that I couldn't help but grow my mouth. It's like a fish on land.

Hiss –

The involuntary sensation quickly subsided with the struggling breathing. In an instant, my body regained control, and the moist air swept into my nasal passages. My vision began to return to normal, but the rhythm of my breathing was still very unstable. When I perceived. He was lying on his back with something soft on the back of his head.

I heard a vague voice coming from somewhere, far away: "...... The aggregation failed, abandon the cat box, and recheck the number jù......" The voice is familiar. It suddenly occurred to me that it was a color-coded voice. However, the remoteness of the voice made me not feel that she was here. But the afterglow of that voice. It seems as if I can understand a lot of situations. I couldn't continue to organize my thoughts, and I was left with a vague wind of sensations, as if I was explaining to myself what had happened before.

Silence once again surrounded me. My skin felt damp and cold. A hand caressed my body, across my eyebrows, nose and mouth, over my face and chest, into my gown, rubbing against my skin as if it were a precious satin.

I found out. Although I didn't feel like I had closed my eyes before, actually. But it's closed.

I strained to open my eyes.

A face hangs down from above, and long black hair pours down like a waterfall. Even if the facial features are partially covered by bangs, they can still be recognized at a glance, and the most conspicuous thing is undoubtedly the eyes, when they are met, it does not matter what color the pupils are, because the depth, darkness, evil and cruelty of those pupils, as well as what is hidden in the deepest depths, give people an incomparably strong and incomparably familiar and peaceful sense of fear.

It seemed to chew on my fears, chew on my soul, licking, swallowing, regurgitating repeatedly, but it just wouldn't digest it completely.

This is not the human eye. I've always felt that way. However, such a terrifying feeling suddenly disappeared like an illusion.

I felt my left eye twitch violently, and the pain made me more awake. With difficulty, I raised my arm to my forehead and asked, "Mae?" ”

There is no response, but the feeling of softness and plumpness of women brought by the touch of the skin is real. I vaguely smelled a scent, however, it began to deteriorate again and became less deep. It was an extraordinary feeling that receded like the tide. The caress of that hand also became eager and panicked. The long hair, which is like a black silk waterfall, has also become less shiny. The touch on the back of the head, while still plump and soft, is no longer familiar.

The changes are too complicated, and I seem to understand something.

It's not really a river anymore.

I lifted my arm resting on my forehead, and I saw the face of an ordinary woman, her head lowered, bleeding from her seven holes, and becoming extremely terrifying, like a terrible ghost who died tragically in a horror movie. Her hand did dig deep into my gown, but at this moment, she was no longer breathing, and the touch coming from her palm was becoming stiff and cold. The chain judgment has not observed that she still has any characteristics of life activity.

She was already a dead person.

I lay on the lap of this female corpse, like a lover on a laplow.

If it were an ordinary person, it would have been extremely frightened, but I didn't have the slightest fluctuation in my feelings, not that I wouldn't be surprised, but it's just that there was already too much impact before, which made my emotions completely burn, and at this time, all that was left was pale ashes.

I know that this dead woman is the woman who had no face before. At this moment, her face can already be seen, if there is no tragic bleeding from the seven holes, her facial features are very upright, and they are not distorted, but constitute a sense of tranquility. This kind of contradictory feeling, and the strange expression, make me believe that "Jiang" has indeed appeared. In the true way of the river.

Of course, she was gone by this time.

I got up from my thighs, which had become cold and stiff, and the woman knelt on the ground like a statue. I ignored the situation around me and wiped the blood off her face with my patient gown. Look at her face again. It looks like a European and American race, but the muscles and bones of the face are abnormally distorted, becoming closer to the Asian face shape - as if it has been brutally facelifted, but not carefully. You can't see what's wrong.

Her posture has a soft beauty unique to Asians, and even now when the corpse is cold and hard, you can still feel the gentleness and thoughtfulness of her actions before her death.

Just looking at her. You can associate her past with her and contrast it with her present, so that you can feel a creepy sense of contradiction.

It's like the "ghost body" that is common in the occult.

I tore open her patient gown, and sure enough, I saw more twists. I groped carefully, and her breasts, waist, and crotch, which constitute the most conspicuous part of a woman's sexuality, had changed her flesh and bones, as if they had been subjected to a huge external force. It is forcibly changed, so that when it is covered by clothing, the outline of the three measurements is more undulating and graceful. But because of this forcible distortion, all her internal organs were severely traumatized, and it was impossible for her to survive.

In the past, there have been cases where the humanoid river has manifested by eroding and distorting the bodies of other women, but this is the first time I have seen such a tragic scene as now. It gives people a feeling of "giving up halfway", and the whole process is not as inevitable and smooth as in the past. I looked around. The thick blood seen before falling into darkness left no trace at all.

That dark face. The blood gushing out of the room could no longer find the slightest clue from the room. If it weren't for the abnormality of the corpse, it really made people feel that the qiē they encountered before was just their own hallucination.

I didn't think about what had happened before. I picked up the body, put her back on the bed, and looked at her, my heart was very calm, and I didn't feel any guilt because of her death, but I felt a little sad, and I felt obligated to do something for her at the end. I closed her eyes, her expression was so serene and calm, even the twisting of her body could not prove that she was dying in agony. I found a large curtain cloth, put it over her, and left the room.

Father Edward was right, this woman was not normal. Since contact with me has made her what she is now, what did Father Edward see on her face when she came into contact with Father Edward? I think that the changes that this woman has made are based on certain qualities that the other person is looking at is possessed.

In the current scene, the appearance of such a mysterious woman is undoubtedly very abrupt. Even if a new drug is taken it should not make an ordinary patient change to this course.

Not only did I think of the qiē I felt in the darkness, and the distant voice I heard when I was about to wake up, but also the ashes I encountered when I saw this woman for the first time. I had a strong feeling that the reason why I met this woman was completely a trap that I was caught off guard. It's just that the trap itself was forcibly destroyed by the power of the "river", but from another point of view, this trap has already made contact with the "river".

If the mastermind of this incident is Tie Se, it wouldn't make me feel strange. Whether it is Dorothy or color, she has always aimed at "Jiang" and carried out targeted activities. They spend a lot of time planning, they set traps, and they have the ability to interfere with the apocalyptic illusion based on the reality of the hospital.

This time, it was still a small temptation. I don't think they would think that they could achieve their goals with just such a small trap.

I walked out the door and when I looked back, I noticed that something seemed wrong with the door behind me. If you look closely, you suddenly realize that the house number is different, and the appearance of the door and the wall is also different in many details. I pushed the door open again, only to see that the layout of the room had changed a lot, and the corpse that should have been on the bed was gone.

This room is no longer the room it used to be.

It was another vacant room, but, in its location, it replaced the room where the woman's body was.

I didn't dwell on it, and I didn't think about it at all. Since Father Edward and I have both experienced that room. It proves that the room used to be a zài, and the absence of zài at this time must also be the result of "mystery". Assuming that the people behind the scenes are color-tying, it's not at all surprising.

Outside the window, lightning began, followed by thunder. Bright white light penetrates the glass, making the hallways and rooms even more eerie.

I continued to look for Marceau, and Father Edward said that she was here. Every room I passed along the way, I tried to open. Unlike the ward I was in, almost all the rooms were unlocked. The mentally ill people also stayed in their rooms honestly. It acts and speaks, but with an extremely uncomfortable sticky and eerie feeling. Most of them didn't mean to communicate with me, but a few of them left me with a relatively definite message: there is not only one girl here. The girl who looks like Marceau is at the very back of the top floor.

I don't know what the real Marceau looks like, and what I'm describing is exactly what I saw her in Nightmare Las Vegas. However, one is a nightmare and the other is a relative nightmare reality, the difference between the two. It may also be reflected in appearance. The Marceau of the nightmare Las Vegas that I saw was not necessarily her ** appearance, but it could also be just her mental appearance.

I came to the top floor. I didn't encounter any weird things during this period. But the situation on the top floor is also a little abnormal. I heard from patients who could communicate with me that there were a lot of girls here, but when I was searching for them along the way, I saw them at all. Not a single one. The entire top layer, after unfolding the chain judgment. All that was observed was empty. I made my way to the deepest part of the hallway, and the chain judgment came into contact with the room that the patient was talking about. But still not half a figure was seen.

Yes, I didn't find Marceau here, the entire top floor was empty except myself.

Even so, I didn't give up. I put my hand on the last door, calmed my mind a little, felt the strange sensation that pervaded the entire top floor, and wriggled the handle to push the door open.

The moment the door opened, it was as if something was leaking out. It wasn't the wind, but I could feel the flow. What poured out swept away the qiē behind me, forming a terrible turmoil in the observation of chain judgment. I just feel that every qiē behind me is twisting and lengthening.

If there is one sentence to describe it, it is that the "mystery" of the savings in this room is being vented.

I heard the ticking of the clock, and the noisy chime, and a long chime from a wide space. The sounds are intertwined and seem to make people go crazy.

I could see the body of a girl hanging on the wall, lying on the ground, lying on the bed and on the table, without much blood and a messy appearance, but at a glance, I knew that it was all corpses. Then, I heard breathing behind me. I glanced back, and all I saw was a huge shadow that almost enveloped me.

I stepped into the room, closed the door, and shut out all the anomalies that had been generated. In the room, apart from the corpse of a girl, there was nothing special about it. I examined the bodies one by one, and at once, they all looked the same, and they were supposed to be Marceau, exactly like the one I had seen in my nightmare Las Vegas.

What the hell is going on?

I don't understand, but, I'm sure, Marceau is not dead. These corpses of Marceau seem to imply something else, rather than a real sense of life and death. Therefore, even when I saw the corpse of such a Marceau, I still maintained my feelings. I know that my current self may not be in a normal space.

The corpses of Marceau here, judging from their appearance, were only twelve or thirteen years old, and they were all dressed in patient gowns. I unfastened their clothes and stroked them to feel their existence up close, and there was indeed a strange feeling that did not belong to human corpses, and when this feeling arose, the corpses of these Marceaux collapsed and became a pile of ashes.

I heard Marceau's laughter, as if this qiē was just a prank on her part.

"Marceau." I took a deep breath and said into the empty room.

"I'm not here." Marceau's voice came.

I searched for prestige, but all I saw was a window blocked by heavy curtains. The sound must have come from outside the window.

I walked up quickly, pulled the curtains hard, and suddenly there was a flash of lightning, accompanied by a roaring thunder. Pierced the entire room. The shadows in the bright white are all transformed into the silhouette of the girl, and there is a feeling of being surrounded by them. Even more unusually, there is a huge face outside the window, like a small person in a model room with a giant tilting its head tilted to peep. And I'm the little one.

Weird and terrifying. My heart couldn't help but beat a little faster.

It was Marceau's face.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked.

"Leave me alone." Marceau's big face opened and closed her lips, and the thunder rolled as if it were her breath.

I don't want to use any aggressive mystery on her, however, she doesn't seem to be going to talk to me properly. I could clearly feel the change in her and Nightmare Las Vegas, despite being in Nightmare Las Vegas. Marceau was already extremely abnormal, willful and vicious, but compared to the feeling now, she seemed to be much more restrained at that time. Marceau in this repeater world, and Marceau I have ever met. There is a big difference, and this huge difference has not been encountered in Sakiya and Hachisei.

I don't understand what the hell is going on, but it shouldn't be a good change.

"What do you want to do?" I asked. That huge face had been staring at me outside the window, with a strange look in it.

"Leave me alone." She still said so.

"You know, I never wanted to hurt you." I said sincerely, "I want to protect you." ”

"You shouldn't be here, Achuan." She said, "Get out of here." They want to hurt you. ”

"Maybe." When I heard her words, I calmed down and someone tried to mistreat me. This kind of thing is not worth caring about at all, because, from the past to the present, the malice I have encountered is not the slightest bit. On the flip side, with my approach. It's not normal not to be targeted.

"You know, I'm not afraid of them." I say. "And there's no way to leave now. I also have a reason why I have to stay. I'm not worried about myself. But, I'm worried about you, Marceau. What did they do to you? ”

"Didn't do anything, but I knew what they wanted to do. Cluck. Marceau was laughing, evil and sharp, with the innocence of a little girl, but with a strange maturity. It's a terrifying sound, but it's also an attractive sound.

"What do they want to do?" I asked.

"They want me to have a baby with you." Marceau's answer made me stunned.

What the hell?

"I didn't agree at first, because I was very shy." Marceau continued, "However, I also wanted to have a baby with Agawa, so I killed all the shy me. They are all duplicitous, obviously wanting to have a child with Ah Chuan, but they pretend to be innocent. A bunch of bitches! Her voice, the more she went to the back, the more angry she became, and the changes in her emotions were extremely abnormal, and she could feel her mental problems even more.

I patiently listened, pondered, and analyzed the current situation, and finally had some understanding of what the current situation was. Marceau seems to have somehow killed part of her normal notion of being a human being, thus appearing even crazier than before, and she did so not as if she was forced, but a vicious aberration of her own spirit. Perhaps, it is the result of taking a new drug.

"You say they want to harm me and want you to have children with me?" Again, I confirmed, "Do you know what they're trying to do?" I'm strong, Marceau, and they're no match for me. ”

"Because they know that you will come to my rescue. If you want to save me, you must have children with me. If you have a child with me, you will definitely die, and your every qiē will be a part of the child. Marceau's voice turned evil, "I really want to have a child with Achuan, but I don't want Achuan to die, and I also hate the child who let Achuan die." Even if I ask Ah Chuan to leave me alone, Ah Chuan will definitely not listen, right? It's okay, I just thought about how to fix it. As long as I eat the child, I'll be able to leave Achuan again. Hee-hee......-hee

Before I could stop it, the room was back to normal—no body, no Marceau.

I knew that Marceau was here, but she deliberately avoided me with a crazy thought. (To be continued)