The wind, the wind seemed to blow in front of me, and tiredness always enveloped me, and I did not want to open my eyes, and the complexity in my mind was gone, replaced by a swelling of my limbs.

Wow!

The icy water is especially exciting in the cold mountain cave.

I rolled my eyes at Qian Mian, who was expressionless, took a deep breath, and sat up supportively, "Why don't you try again with a towel?!" I tried to use a soft tone.

"Well, I've tried a few over there, and it works well. The voice was tired, but the faint anger could not be ignored, following his line of sight I looked at the rock wall, it was a middle-aged man with a somewhat sick body, only about one meter five tall, with a frightened face, his limbs were nailed to the rock wall in a large shape, the wound was grayish-white, and there were more than a dozen bodies that roughly looked like they should be human on the ground under his feet.

"How do you leave, little cutie~" Qian Mian walked to the man's side, bent down, and kept his eyes level with the man, he said this sentence in a very soft tone, like a coquettish Zhengtai, if he could throw away the scalpel in his hand and bring a little smile, I think it would be cuter.

"Da da......." The man's gums kept trembling, and his mouth seemed to want to say something, but all that came into his ears was a trembling sound.

Qian Mian stood up straight, tilted his head, and his eyes blinked, he really looked like a puzzled little Zhengtai, I couldn't help but think.

"I should help you quit this bad habit of chattering teeth," Qian Mian read with a serious face, his left hand stuck the man's jaw, and slowly broke each of the man's teeth from the back molars, without any bloodstains, I instinctively wanted to stop his behavior, but he glanced coldly, shut up, quiet, I put on a well-behaved smile and sat upright.

"Without, can't get out! really can't get out!" the man shouted, not knowing how he could utter such a clear syllable with his jaw pressed.

"Truth," Qian Mian judged indifferently, "the answer is not what you asked." He cut off one of the man's fingers like a professional executioner, and stuffed it into the man's esophagus, there was no blood, and the horror was diluted by the space that seemed to be nothing.

The man suppressed all the screams, and his frightened countenance was replaced by provocation and ridicule, "You, always, too, out!

"Boring," Qian Mian took a step back, the knife in his right hand gestured in front of the man to cut the range, "I was scared and turned around and covered my ears." He made up his mind, and turned to me with a wry smile that was supposed to be due to helplessness, and I did as I was told, and the screams rang out as I turned, and soon stopped.

Silence, silence came afterward, mixed with Qian Mian's sighs.

"That's what I met," Qian Mian walked over to me and sat down, "if you have the same experience as me." I nodded, motioning for him to continue, "And those on the ground are the ones who have just been making noise in your head," he glanced at the vague human figures on the ground, "Oh, don't believe me, I..."

"I believe, and I understand," I interrupted Qian Mian and took him into my arms, "I'm your brother, although I'm a little shorter..."

"Well... He leaned against my chest and whispered twice, I could feel that he was crying, "Suke, we are dying...", he buried his head in my arms, his voice was thick and crying, no longer cold, no longer passionate.

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths in a row, the method of escape had already come to mind when I realized the void of space, the last survivor, heh, I'm sorry I didn't want to confirm its authenticity.

If it's a nightmare, wake it up, I thought.

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Darkness, darkness is filling up bit by bit, our vision is shrinking little by little, the concept of time has escaped, I count my heartbeat, I can't get any interest in counting, oh, dying with a man, it doesn't seem so difficult to accept...... Hmph, don't do that!

I don't know how long it took, the darkness completely overwhelmed us, and Qian Mian became the only warmth I could feel.

"Heh, since there is such a ghost thing as a soul, then there should also be reincarnation, and my brother will protect Mian Mian in the next life. I patted him on the back and whispered in his ear.

"Well..."Xiao Mian replied, still a cute child, and the corners of my mouth hooked up a little smile.

Patting him on the back, I looked up to see the darkness I couldn't see, if only it could be embellished with starlight, death could be peaceful, but I hate silence, so, at least, let Xiao Mian live.

"Hard," I called out to him, "maybe, it hurts a little." I fumbled to pick up the knife that Qian Mian had let go. In my chest, my heartbeat was already weak, a slight sound of entering the flesh sounded, a huge pain accompanied by darkness became my only feeling, and faintly, Qian Mian's cry seemed to sound in my ears.

Wringing again, in a trance I saw the blood scattered, can the warm blood add some warmth to this space, live, reluctantly......

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Ps., whatever you want to understand, we will always have hope, but hope is gradually diluted by time and space, diluted into despair before death, despair has evolved into madness and cruelty, but there is no medicine that will not expire, and in the end, if not fear, there is only fragility, frank death? Just like you are as boring as you take a cooking textbook and think you are a famous chef in the world, so~whysoserious~

Also, I hate first-person perspectives!!