Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Dead
"No, no, Shuqing, it's not like that, we want to cure them, we think so. An Xiaowen frowned painfully, in the dim light, her face looked very distorted and ugly, but she was such a beautiful woman.
"Those drugs have not been approved by the Food and Drug Administration at all, and they have not passed any tests. Shuqing looked at An Xiaowen incredulously, "You guys are too selfish." ”
An Xiaowen shook her head in pain, the darkness invaded her brain, turning it into an insane asylum, and terrifying images jumped in and out of the shadows: unkempt hair, bulging forehead, bloodshot eyes, thin and yellow cheeks......
She groaned and covered her face with her hands.
"That's my daughter, that's my Anna, his first experiment is my Anna!
The entire garden was as silent as a thousand pounds in the dark, and An Xiaowen's voice was particularly bleak and sad.
As for Shuqing, she felt two invisible hands slowly approaching her, right behind her back, above her shoulders, and from far away came the screaming, sweet, evil laughter of a young girl. Crazy laughter.
Then, everything was quiet again.
"What a madman, what a madman. Sinners, messengers of the devil, sinners. ”
Shuqing saw Li Yiwen again, and at this time he was standing behind An Xiaowen, looking down at her, with sad eyes and a painful expression. He stared at him for a moment and began to grin, and then a small flame sparked from the first slit of his suit, and he began to burn, and the small flame slowly spread towards his neck, and the fire grew bigger and bigger, more and more uncontrollable, like a splash of gasoline on a suddenly lit firewood, until it burned in his face, and the light of the fire reflected the whole garden and Palm Lake. In that instant, his whole body turned into a flame. His face was like a red-hot soldering iron, and his facial features were faintly peeking through the fiery red. You can vaguely see the silhouette of him smiling ghostly, staring straight into Shuqing's eyes. And the mouth that keeps opening and closing, as if to say: "Sinner, sinner, messenger of the devil, messenger of the devil." ”
"Xiaowen!Xiaowen!Xiaowen!" Shuqing stood up in horror and shouted loudly An Xiaowen, and the last one was almost screaming. Mother Xu walked out of the house quickly and glanced nervously at An Xiaowen who was covering her face. Then he relaxed and looked at Shuqing with the same disgust as ever. The garden was quiet, nothing but the screams of Sook Ching.
An Xiaowen was so frightened by Shuqing's sudden scream that she stood up suddenly, and Shuqing clearly saw that there was nothing around her, except for a pot of overgrown rich trees.
"What's wrong? Shuqing!" An Xiaowen looked at Shuqing with a pale face strangely.
"Shocked!" said Xu's mother, both indifferent and indifferent.
Shuqing calmed down, she felt very tired, the old people often say, if you frequently see a dead person, it means that you are either sick or have an accident. She didn't believe this, but today An Xiaowen told her that there were so many things that made her very uncomfortable, she couldn't let herself be a puppet of the brain, she actually had a hallucination, she needed to get out of here immediately, immediately.
"It's getting late, I want to go back, maybe we can talk again tomorrow. She shuddered.
"Shuqing-" An Xiaowen was a little worried.
"I'm fine, I'm just too tired. We're not young anymore, and there's still a lot of work to do!" she said as if promised.
"I hope you don't—"
"Give me some time!"
Before Shuqing left, she paused again, as if she wanted to say something, and as if she wanted to turn around. But she didn't say anything, only let out a faint sigh. And so she went.