- Charles hears the sound of blood flowing.

Blood flowed on the floor, snaked on the walls, retrograde, and squirmed up to the ceiling little by little. So deformed and flowing in defiance of gravity, singing a song of death.

He looked around at the ornate decorations stained red with dark red baroque reliefs on the dark red columns. There are dark red oil paintings on the dark red walls, and dark red crystal headlamps on the dark red ceiling.

In the huge hall, there was a blood-colored, blood-covered world, a corpse. The faces of the dead were torn apart, but there was a strangeness written on each face.

Charles looked at them in fear, and finally, lowered his head to see Abraham's face. Abraham was watching him too, his pale face reflected in his godless pupils.

There seemed to be a smile of relief on the deceased's face.

"Charles, you've become a hero. He took Charles' hand and said softly, "It's amazing, and the teacher is proud of you." ”

"Teacher......" Charles stared at him blankly.

"Charles, be fine, don't run around. Abraham whispered, "Be safe, you've been too unreliable in your words." I offended so many people, and I couldn't fight every time, and the teacher was very worried. ”

"Teacher, you ......"

Abraham's chest was torn open with a large hole, and it was empty.

Dried blood flowed from it, stinging Charles' eyes.

"Run, Charles. ”

The face of the deceased looked at him with a gentle and mysterious smile: "Don't look back, run away." Even in Hades, the teacher will watch you. ”

Charles trembled, unable to move.

He wanted to say something, but the dead man died again. There was silence in the vast hall.

Only the sound of disorganized footsteps outside the hall could be heard, and screams continued to be heard. The crowd fled in a panic, and someone banged on the hall door in fear, trying to hide inside.

But the door was still closed, and the blood behind it trembled. It turned into a faint rain and sprinkled it in the air, so beautiful.

Eventually, pools of blood flowed in from the world outside the door.

The whole world fell silent.

Someone walked towards the hall in a pool of blood.

The heavy door slowly pushed open to the sound of patina, a deafening sound that froze the Charles.

In the corpse outside the door, blood covered the young man's black clothes and white hair. He looked at Charles coldly, but there was no reflection in his eyes, just cold and gloomy.

"Leaves...... These people are your ......"

Ye Qingxuan was silent, just lowered his head and drew his sword, stepping forward in a pool of blood, with deep killing intent. Charles shuddered and looked around in horror, only to see the faces of the countless dead looking at him.

The gaze seemed to come from the underworld. With mockery, but also schadenfreude.

"Run. Shire. ”

They said, "Don't turn back, run away!"

But those faces were sliced by the blade of the sword, and they were torn apart, cruel and bloody. The white-haired boy was like an executioner, tearing the dead into pieces. There was a deep malice and indifference in his eyes.

Splashes of blood covered his face layer by layer, making his face as hideous as a demon.

He turned his head and looked at the retreating Charles, his lips opening and closing, as if to say something.

Charles staggered back. Ye Qingxuan stepped forward.

The blade pierced through his chest, the flesh wiped away the blood, and the bright and cold blade peeked through his back.

"Leaf ......"

Xia Er looked at Ye Qingxuan's face in a daze, that face was extremely unfamiliar: "It turns out that you are here to kill me." ”

He smiled, stretched out his hand, and hugged the young man who was close at hand, "Forget it, what are you running away......?" It doesn't matter anymore. ”

He closed his eyes wearily, and darkness struck.

In the darkness, there was a faint sound of singing and shouting.

"Senior brother, senior brother!"

A bright light flashed through the confused pupils, and a figure swayed in front of him. He awoke from his slumber, his pupils rejuvenated.

"Leaves?" he froze.

"You're finally awake. Ye Qingxuan laughed.

"Get out of the way, I'll take a look. ”

Bai Xi next to him squeezed over and stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "Charles, you have been asleep for so many days, come and let me see if you are fat......?"

"Don't mess around. ”

Ye Qingxuan knocked her head angrily: "You quickly take Lao Fei down, the doctors are going crazy, do you know?"

"I don't care about him, Lao Fei can go wherever he wants, Lao Fei, are you right?"

"Woohoo!"

On the side of the bed, Lao Fei roared twice, and then raised his paw and patted Charles's face, meaning that you have a good rest, little brother No. 3, and you don't have to worry about other things.

Abraham sat in the back, watched their noisy appearance, and chuckled softly.

After a commotion for a while, the doctor finally rushed to hear the news, and nodded after an examination, "Although I don't think there is anything wrong with it, at least stay here for a while to make sure there are no sequelae." Don't be too anxious, anyway, the medical expenses are all paid for from the top. ”

"Then please. Abraham bowed his head and sent the doctor away.

But at the door, the doctor gave a vague look, and Abraham was stunned for a moment, and then followed him out, and quietly closed the door behind him.

"Is there a problem, sir?" asked Abraham in a low voice

"I can't say it's a problem, it should be a hidden danger. The chantor pondered for a moment and then said, "There is still a strong mental impact left in the patient's brain, and it remains to be seen whether it will stimulate old wounds before we can make a conclusion." ”

"Old wounds?" Abraham froze.

“...... You don't even know anything?"

The chantor was also stunned for a moment, and asked the nurse to fetch a projection of the examination, and on the projection of the skull, there was a faint shadow that could not be seen.

"What is this?" Abraham frowned.

"I don't know. The doctor shook his head, "This shadow has pressed on his cranial nerves since he was a child, and the front end of the brain, amygdala, and hippocampus may also be affected to a certain extent." Now that I've been mentally shocked, I'm afraid there will be some accidents. ”

"It doesn't cause 'sensory impairment,' does it?"

"It's not that serious, this shadow has very little interference with him, and it can be said to be benign. At best, it's a nightmare. ”

Abraham was silent, and the doctor tapped him on the shoulder and turned away.

In the silent hallway, Abraham sat on a bench and stared in the direction of the ward:

"Nightmare...... Is it?"—

It was getting late, and Ye Qingxuan went back to school with a yawning white tide.

Abraham made tea for Charles: "Drink some water, just woke up and talked nonsense all day." ”

"Teacher, don't you know me, if no one talks to me, I'll suffocate to death." From the hospital bed, Charles smiled, took the teacup, and blew on the hot air.

"It's fine. Abraham sat in his chair and stared at Charles for a long time, and Charles looked at him, smiling silly.

"Charles, do you still have those terrible dreams now?" he asked suddenly and softly.

"No, teacher. ”

Charles scratched his hair and lowered his head: "I'm afraid it won't be in the future, right?"

Abraham was stunned for a moment and chuckled softly, "That's great." ”

He spoke to Charles, said goodbye when the night bell rang, and softly closed the door. In the silence, Charles watched him walk away, looking down at the teacup that had cooled in his hand.

For a moment, he fell into a trance.

In the reflection of the teacup, there was a blood-red color, and his pale face.

In that vague blood-colored world, Charles looked out the window as he looked around at the wailing spirits that emerged from the walls.

Occasionally, people came and went, and the bloody doctors and nurses who passed by, noticing his gaze, turned their heads, their withered and ugly faces distorted.

Maybe that's their smile?

As you can imagine, it must be very gentle.

This room must be very cozy, right? Lit with calming spices, even if it smells like burning bones.

In the middle of the night, there was a faint sound of bells and ethereal chants from the distant church, but the holy singing sounded like the mourning of the dead from the underworld, indescribably miserable.

In an instant, all of a sudden, those wandering conjectures were gone, and everything was back to its original state.

It's all normal, it's all good.

"So...... Am I the only one with the problem?"

Charles looked down at the muddy blood rippling in the teacup, drank it all with a blank face, and closed his eyes.

In the dark, there are no more nightmares.

A piece of peace. (To be continued.) )