My name is Edward. Root.

Age: 31

Education: 78 graduates of St. Areva's College

Family members: Daughter Sarah

I was born in Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina, and my childhood memories have blurred, but the most impressive thing is the blue sky, green grasslands and herds of cattle and sheep.

My mother was a gypsy, yes, the "never-ending wandering people" with crystal balls, tarot cards, and soul black cats.

When I was a child, my father was the owner of a small farm with hundreds of fat cows that bought milk for a living. However, under some terrible contagion, all the cows of the father died, and then the sister also contracted the virus. At only 8 years old, I could only stand outside the door and listen to my sister's constant scratching and wailing

My mother sold the farm and took me to a small town in the countryside to continue my childhood.

(Footandmouthdisease is a zoonotic disease, an acute infectious disease caused by the foot-and-mouth disease virus.) The most susceptible are cattle, pigs are also susceptible, sheep, goats, camels, elephants, etc. have been reported to be sick, and people can also be infected. It is mainly caused by contact between humans and animals, and the clinical manifestations are mainly manifested as red spots and secondary blisters on the mucous membranes and skin of the lips, gums, cheeks, tongue, hands, feet, face, etc., and the blisters rupture into ulcers and scabs and heal, sometimes accompanied by fever, headache, limb pain, dizziness, vomiting, diarrhea, etc. The prognosis is generally good. ）

Whether sad or unfortunate, life must go on.

Under the heavy blow of losing her dear husband and lovely daughter, my mother's temper became more and more irritable, and she would pull my hair at every turn and beat me violently, and after the beating, she would hug me and cry, that kind of sad howl, and say things that no one could understand.

I understand.

Time flowed, and I grew up in this picturesque town. After elementary school, junior high school, and in high school, I met my true love, Jenny. A cute girl with brown hair and big eyes. From the first time I saw her, I decided she was my angel and my everything.

I was madly obsessed with her and pursued her. We read "The Count of Monte Cristo" together in the old tree on a summer evening, we ran together in the afternoon sun, and we looked out at the fields in the distance from the crooked neck tree at the intersection. (Heartbeat)

The more time we spend together, the more I like her, she is innocent, kind, lovely, beautiful, and the most perfect angel in this world.

Young people are always restless, and on a thunderstormy night, the hazy desire for good things finally gives us a taste of the forbidden fruit.

That year, I was seventeen years old. ("Seventeen Again.") ）

On the eve of graduating from high school, as a basketball seed on the varsity team, I was playing my last game on the court when Jenny suddenly told me that she was pregnant

So, I made the decision: give up my college acceptance letter, get a job, marry Jenny, and raise our first child together.

Life after marriage is very plain and happy. We have a son, a very well-behaved fat boy. Three years later, we had another daughter, Jenny named Sarah.

In the sixth year after marriage, Jenny took her son to the amusement park to play, and the Ferris wheel of Dog Day actually broke, and I almost fainted when I heard the bad news. But I can't fall, I still have a daughter, and that's proof that Jenny and I are the most terrible in this world.

Jenny's death hit me hard, and during that time, I frantically recalled our past, the small bridges and rivers we walked together, the Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck we watched together, and the love salad we made together.

Seven years after I got married, my mother also left me. In this world, only my daughter and I are left, standing alone and dependent on each other.

When my daughter was seven years old, she suddenly fainted while running during a school soccer game, and after an examination, the doctor told me that Sarah had a severe congenital heart disease. This disease is a family genetic history, but it is not fatal, and as long as it is properly treated, there is still one day of recovery. (Denzel. Washington "Imminent". ）

My daughter is my everything, the proof that Jenny and I are the most beautiful in the world, even if I fight for my life, I will never allow her to leave me.

God, have mercy on me, she's just a child.

In order to treat Sarah, I took out a loan to the bank for my family's house. But you always need money, you need money to treat diseases, you need money to hire a nurse, you need money to buy medicines, you need money to supplement your child's nutrition.

I didn't have any money, so I had to sell everything I could sell at home. Jenny's Favorite Piano, Collector's Edition Michael Brown. After Jackson's soundtrack reached its best, I even had to sell my mother's relics.

Patient: Sarah, Guardian: Ben.

Disease: Parkinson's disease.

Attending physician: James. Franklin.

Treatment: chemoradiotherapy + adjuvant drugs

At the bottom is a line of small print: The patient is seriously ill and is recommended to use the newly introduced agent "SCP-126."

It is a general hospital located in the countryside. Sarah's disease is a genetic disease, and there is no advanced treatment at home and abroad, so she can only stabilize her condition through radiochemotherapy and medicine.

The long-term chemotherapy has taken a serious toll on her body, and Sarah's beautiful long brown hair is falling out, and her spirit is getting weaker and weaker. I knew that she would love to leave this hospital, the hospital that had given her so much pain and suffering.

But I can't take her away.

Sarah has to be treated, for her, I can sell blood, I can sell kidneys, I promised Jenny that I must live with Sarah well and strongly.

That night, it was raining heavily, lightning and thunder were roaring outside. Bad weather seems to be a sign that something bad is coming.

My daughter's personality is becoming more and more withdrawn, and she cries and shouts for me to take her out of here. Her lips are chapped, her hair is yellow and thin, and her whole body is distressingly thin.

I agreed, promised to take her out of here. If the level of this hospital is not good, then we will change to another hospital.

While leaving the elevator, the elevator suddenly broke down, and darkness swallowed up light. The elevator shuddered incessantly in the rapid descent, and the crunch of metal grinding was terrifying.

The elevator stabilized at the last minute, and I didn't fall to my death. But, but! Sarah, my daughter, lost her life to this damn accident!

Why do you want to use bullshit new drugs, knowing that the efficacy of this drug is unstable, why do you use my daughter's life as a test product!

You know that she has a bad heart, why do you want to let the elevator break down at this time? Let her die a painful death?

Why don't you let me accompany her to walk quietly through the last part of the road? For what!

Well, since you don't make me feel bad, then don't think about it!

My daughter died, and there was no trace of my last thoughts in the world.

To the whole world, I am just an insignificant and insignificant person. Even if you die on the street one day, no one will take a second look.

I fell in love with a wild horse, but I don't have a prairie at home

With the money from the hospital subsidy, I sold two barrels of gasoline, two scalpels, a black cat, and two paintbrushes

It was another rainy night, and I set the hospital on fire with gasoline, and the flames were like devil's tongues, licking everything frantically.

I stole my daughter's body from the morgue and, according to the account in my mother's book, used a scalpel to cut my daughter's body into 666 pieces and arranged them into the summoning circle in the book. A circle that summons the Demon of Dreams.

In my memory, my mother was always mysterious, and it was the ancient gypsies who summoned the circle and hoped that this circle would succeed.

I'm sorry Sarah, if it wasn't for me sending her to this hospital, if it wasn't for my refusal to take her away, if not

As long as I can see Sarah again, take her out of here, from this place of endless suffering and torment. Murder and arson, too!

When I die, it doesn't matter how flooding it is!

I just want to give me a chance to do it all over again, even if it's in a dream.

My name is Edward. Ben, I am 31 years old and have a lovely daughter, a smart son, and a wife to cherish for the rest of my life