Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 269: Interlude death (3)
No, no, this painting is different from what I remember. I pushed the wheelchair to the wall, took the picture off, endured the discomfort of my body, touched its texture with my hand, and looked at the details of the painting-the crow, the girl, and the woodland behind them , Clumsy and naive technique, smelling of oil pen, but as if he was standing in the painting place, witnessing how the crow took the girl’s eyeballs out of the girl’s eyeballs, full of decay and evil that eroded the soul.
When I first met Quark, it did have eyes on it, but there was no such a girl's body on the ground at that time.
Who is this girl? Fierce emotions surged in my heart. For a while, I subconsciously kept rubbing the girl's face with my hands, as if I wanted to remove the thread that covered her face.
However, I quickly realized what kind of inappropriate behavior this was.
This is just a painting.
Who is the author of this painting? The Doctor Ruan said it was me, but I don't believe that there must be someone else.
I tried to analyze myself and felt that the reason why I felt sick was not only because of the twisted and evil aura exuding from the painting itself, but also because it had tainted some sincere emotions in my heart.
Ah, quark...
It in the painting is exactly the same as the real one.
Looking at the painting quietly, the nausea gradually subsided, and when my mood returned to calm again, the painting no longer looked bad and weird. I didn't think about it any more, I followed my own feelings, and hung it back on the wall.
At least it prevents people from entering and leaving this room casually.
This is my room.
I pushed the wheelchair inside and out to check it, and confirmed that there were no monitors and monitors for Ranwen Novel.com. The furnishings in the room are very simple, with beds, tables, wardrobes, cabinets full of books, and no chairs. There is a space specially opened up as a studio. Presumably the paintings on the walls were done here, the paint bottles were piled up, and the paintbrushes were scattered everywhere. No one seemed to come in to sort it out, and the tenants were scattered everywhere before they left.
It would be laughable and generous to say that this is your own room. Although my parents are not at home all year round, I always try to keep the room as tidy as possible due to the habit I have developed, and I have no hobby of painting.
The clothes in the closet also looked messy, as if they were stuffed in casually. The styles of the four seasons are very complete, but there are not many styles. They are basically plain blue patient clothes. There are a few normal clothes, but the smell and touch are brand new as if they have never been worn.
In addition to the bookcase, books are also placed on the bed and table. There are a lot of books in this room with a wide variety of types. What is surprising is that there are no books related to painting by Ranwen.com, but mostly psychology and psychopathology, as well as a large number of suspense and fantasy categories represented by Allan Poe. Yes, in addition to other miscellaneous books on life, you can more or less judge the original owner’s preferences, personality, and knowledge.
Someone is gloomy, intellectual and paranoid, eager to stimulate, and possesses a rational but negative mental cycle. This is probably this type of person.
They said this is my room, so in their eyes, do I look like this?
Anyway, this is the room I will live in for some time in the future.
It took me a long time to clean up the room, sort the books and put them back in the bookcases, and then take care of the closet. Although the floor was still clean, I cleaned every corner carefully. I realize the difficulties of the disabled, perhaps due to unaccustomedness. It takes more energy and time to do these things in a wheelchair than usual.
After everything was placed where I thought it should be, the well-organized room finally made me somewhat satisfied.
This is a room with good air permeability and sound insulation at the same time. If you sit by the bed and think about nothing, you will soon be surrounded by a lonely peace. I can smell the unique smell in the air. It seems familiar, but it is actually strange. It always reminds me that this is not the place I should stay for a long time.
If I don't do anything, life here must be peaceful and peaceful before the power of the doomsday hits here, but I am afraid that I will melt into this imaginary peace like this. Although I have realized that I am not a mental patient, I will inevitably be impacted by the opposite attitude of the outside world. This impact is sometimes silent, sometimes surging and intense, and I live here. In two weeks, I have already experienced this.
Can you stay unshakable in the impact of this torrent? I can't be sure. Maybe he will be crazy and become a real mental patient. Such a result has become inevitable in the examples I have read.
Yes, I must leave here early when I can still hold on to my senses, or I will lose myself.
No one from Ranwen Novel.com speaks to me. No, to be precise, there is no one from Ranwen Novel.com who agrees with me. I am lonely here, a black sheep mixed with white sheep. In this lonely embrace, I thought, remembered, yearned, and revered until I fell asleep.
I didn't dream of Ranwen.com, and it was the next day when I woke up. There is no alarm clock for Ranwen.com. There is no wake-up service for Ranwen.com. There is no such thing as going to school, work, or fighting. Open your eyes and it is a world of peace and tranquility.
If it had been a few months ago, it was a dream life, but now it makes me feel scared.
As if in this transparent and clear air, there is also a malicious prying lurking, and he will also wonder if anyone will open the door while he is asleep.
However, I finally didn't have any clues about Ranwen Novel.
I finished washing and changed into the private clothes of the original owner in the closet, which had been kept in the dust for a long time. By doing so, I could hold my "very different" sense of difference.
As soon as I went out, I saw the scenes I witnessed when I first arrived yesterday, which almost made people feel the illusion of video playback. The rooms listed in the corridor still have the same doors open, perhaps even at the same opening angle, but this is just my thoughts. In addition, the people who came to the corridor and what they were doing were exactly the same.
The stupid fat man pushed the mop and ran back and forth, the old woman imagined tying the wool, not only the so-called man quietly looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, the other was pacing back and forth, in position, distance and memory It seems to be the same. The air is filled with the sound of TV, radio noise, loud reading, and confusion with laughter and scolding, which makes people feel monotonous and bored.
The only person who spoke to me was the silly fat man. He snorted and stammered me to the medical area, saying that he was speaking for Dr. Ruan. This makes me feel that he seems to be the most normal thinking person among the mentally ill here.
"I, we are still playing and playing games, okay?" He said to me before I was about to leave.
"Games?" I don't understand what he meant.
"You, you guys often play, but you don't bring me, I play." The silly fat man said with an aggrieved expression.
I still looked at him confusedly. He and I looked at each other for a while, then turned my head in silence and ran away. I tried to analyze the meaning of these words. Maybe in my lost "past", "I" was not alone as I am now. I used to play some kind of game with a group of "partners" and usually excluded this silly fat man. Bar.
However, those "partners" have never visited me so far.
However, if they do show up in front of me, I will treat them as lurkers and watchers.
All in all, I am not sorry and disappointed by Ranwen.com. I have long been prepared to hold a distance with a vigilant attitude even if others extend a friendly hand. I don't want to cause trouble, nor do I want to entangle with the people here, and no matter what deep relationship I develop, once the time is right, I will fly away.
Yes, watching the silly fat man in panic from the back, I have such a cold thought in my heart.
I pushed the wheelchair forward and passed by the room where the three girls I saw yesterday. A kind of thought suddenly came to my mind, driving me to look inside again.
They are also in the room, playing the same game. No, they just held the building blocks and looked at me in a static retrospective posture. Is it because they have unexpected keen sense, or are they always in this position? I gave birth to such a shocking thought.
The feeling of seeing Sakiya, Hakjing and Marceau when they were children is gone, but the three girls who are stagnated like statues have that kind of calmness that makes people feel strange. Staring with an expression made me feel that my eyes became weak and weak, and I was knocked back all of a sudden, and it was a painful smash on my body.
I don't know what kind of expression I have on my face. My body is stiff as if my joints are rusty, and I creakly push the wheelchair out of the door.
What the **** is going on with these three girls~IndoMTL.com~?
They reminded me again of the crow painting hanging in the room.
I squeezed the bridge of my nose hard, thinking that it would be fine if I asked the doctor for a cigarette yesterday.
Although the medical district is only a branch here, the building area is not large, but the general hospital has a full range of departments, and there are also mental illness-related departments. The hall is divided into several large rooms, which are usually used by doctors for collective teaching and treatment of patients. For example, popularize some medical knowledge, conduct psychological inquiry, and some universal self-control practices.
Most activities, such as meditation and yoga, hold a certain amount of time every day, and some are said to have not been interrupted since the establishment of this hospital. In addition, a small number of activities are Constantly change the type.
If there is no special order from Ranwen.com, anyone can freely enter and exit these halls at any time in class.
In the lobby, Dr. Ruan demonstrated to more than a dozen patients how to control emotions by staring at colors. Many concise professional vocabulary were written on the blackboard and an image was drawn. . ..