Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 278: Interlude death (12)

I kept pushing the wheelchair forward, the spot of light gradually enlarged and turned into a heavy black iron gate of light.

I tried to push it away, but it couldn't be opened. It wasn't until I decided to try my best to try the last time, it showed a trace of cracks. A stronger light burst out from behind the door, and a voice was calling me. I couldn't hear it clearly, but I realized that it was calling me. I desperately want to hear more clearly, want to know who is calling me, and what kind of world is behind the door.

So I squeezed my whole body up.

The door slowly opened with a toothy squeak.

I fell from the wheelchair and fell into the world behind the door. I was shocked, and looking back, the door had completely disappeared, and I lost my wheelchair again.

"A Chuan, take me out, take me away, take me out—" A cry of pleading came from right in front, scared me, but I immediately realized that it was this voice calling I.

I looked at where the sound came from. Another room was white everywhere, except for the bed in the middle of the room, there were no furnishings. A girl was lying on the hospital bed with thin cheeks and pale face, but she stretched out her hand to me with all her strength.

"Achuan, take me out, take me away, take me out—" she kept crying.

I don't know her, yes, I shouldn't know this girl, but I always feel that she is very similar to someone in my memory. As I listened to her crying and pleading, a great sadness and despair swept over me. I crawled towards her hard, trying to grab her hand. Although I don't understand what is going on, I hope I can respond to her and give her strength and hope.

But when I was about to hold her hand, a large piece of black tentacles flew out of the space behind the girl in the hospital bed, tied her tightly, and kept pulling into that space. I couldn't stop it, there was no sound even from my throat, I could only watch her disappear in front of my eyes.

I want to yell, I want to cry, I want to vent my self-blame and anger, but all this is just in vain.

I was tired, turned over and looked up at the ceiling of the ward.

A drop of black ink appeared on the ceiling, and the ink dripped and turned into a black feather in the air.

The black feathers drifted slowly, and after this piece, more black feathers fell. In this black feather falling like snowflakes, a crow came out.

The crow flapped its wings and shot straight at me, piercing my heart instantly.

I yelled, the scene in front of me changed instantly, and the familiar ceiling came into view again.

I sat up from the ground and loosened the tightly wrapped quilt, but it was no longer cold. Instead, I was sweating profusely.

Is it a dream? Am I awake yet? I was thinking in horror, looking at the furnishings around me.

Everything familiar made me breathe deeply.

"Yes, it's just a dream." I said to myself, burying my face between my palms.

It’s like going from one dream to another. The dividing line between reality and dream has become blurred. It’s not the first time for me to feel this way, but it took me a long time to confirm myself. Really woke up. I feel that I am always like this, as if I always live in the border of illusion and reality.

How long has it been since the last time you had such a dream? I asked myself, to be precise, the last time was a month ago, in that lost town, but I suddenly felt that it was a long time ago.

I think back to everything that was born in my dream. It is so strange and so familiar. This kind of contradictory feeling is entwined with complicated emotions spontaneously.

Dreams make this world more real, I don’t want to admit it, but a voice always keeps telling me: This is reality, and you, Gao Chuan, are a real mental patient. Although you think you are normal, which mental patient doesn't think you are normal?

This makes me feel terrified. If all the pain, love, and death that I have experienced are dreams, and the lovers, friends and enemies I have encountered are all my fictional characters, then for my life , What's the truth? I don't know what it means to wake up in this hospital. I only know that to me, that world is everything to me. I live there, where I was born. I would rather everything in this hospital be a dream, even if I wake up from this dream, the end is death.

I force myself to cheer up, because I will continue to survive in this more "real" world until I complete a "mission." Yes, everything I have encountered, whether it is the secrets hidden in the fourth girl "Sex", the sudden appearance of monsters, or the constantly shuttled dreams, everything I have encountered so far makes me truly feel the martial arts The king of the universe made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seals the throne, asks the devil, the world, the nineth heaven is the strongest, the king will kill the night god, the **** seal, the king, the king Divine Seal Throne Seeking Devil Ao Shi Nineth Heaven is the strongest abandoning the Shao Da Zhou imperial family to create a god, and night killing God God Seal Throne Seeking Demon Ao Shi Jiu Zhong Tian is the strongest and abandoning the Shao Da Zhou imperial family to this "mission" existence.

I feel instinctively that I will appear in this closed hospital. Whether it is "waking up" or "dreaming", there must be a reason. I have to find this reason to truly get rid of this kind of dream and real life.

I kept splashing cold water on my face, letting the cold tap water stimulate my nerves. I raised my head to look at myself in the mirror, what a miserable face that was. His face was pale from the cold, and ointment was applied to his forehead and cheeks, and the wet tips were attached to his forehead, making his face extremely thin. It's unbelievable, but it was only one night, and I was completely the same as myself yesterday, as if I had been sucked away by something, so I could hardly recognize myself.

However, this face is full of black humorous familiarity, just like the "Gao Chuan" who lived in this room in the past, the "me" that I didn't have in my memory.

It’s not that Ranwen.com has never encountered a setback, nor has it never had a nightmare. Moreover, I don’t think I have failed, but why did I become like this overnight? This is not possible, I said to myself, I must cheer myself up.

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the room.

I was a little surprised. Since the first time Dr. Ruan came to this dormitory, it was the first time someone knocked on my door. There is no enthusiastic neighbor here.

I walked out of the bathroom and looked at the cat's eye in the door. A man in a peaked cap stood in front of the door, looking a little uncomfortable. With a file bag between his arms, his head kept turning behind him, caring very much about the fat man who was staring at him with a mop not far behind him.

"Hey, fat man, I didn't do anything illegal." He shouted, "Why don't you do your own thing?"

"This, this, that's, me, me, mine, things." The fat man stammered, with a proud air.

"**, I hate this horrible place." The capped man murmured, knocking on the door again.

Needless to say, this guy is of course the Dallas self-proclaimed "Sun reporter". I can’t guess why he came to me for a while. I’ve said it very clearly last time. I won’t cooperate with him based on his words. Do something, but the risk of two people acting together is too great. To put it bluntly, this man is a burden in frontal combat. Expect him to do the same with me in the face of those weird woods and monsters? Might as well let me drive the sow to the tree.

So, he must have prepared a new bargaining chip for this visit. The key is in that bag of folders. I remember he said that he was a successful scammer, and he must have two brushes in obtaining intelligence.

Well, I think I should really meet him.

I inserted the buckle on the door lock and opened the door a gap. I don't want anyone to see the things in this room.

"Ha, good morning, Gao Chuan." Dallas showed an enthusiastic look, as if he had forgotten the unpleasantness of the first meeting. He said, "Why don't you let me go in and sit down?"

"Ah, sorry, I don't entertain strangers here, especially strange men." I replied teasingly.

"Ha, you are so funny." Dallas shrugged and said, "Then, I will wait for you in the girl's room. I think this time, you will agree to work with me."

"I don't think so, but I feel like I know what good things you have brought me." I said flatly.

"Oh, oh, this?" He followed my gaze and raised the bag of papers, "It is indeed a good thing, you will be interested in it. So please hurry up, don't let me wait, Okay?" Although he used a polite rhetorical question, his tone was not so polite.

I stared at him as he entered the girls' room, only then opened the door. The motor of the wheelchair has not been repaired yet. I can only push the wheelchair to the corridor, and the muscles of my whole body are still aching. This lack of exercise really cannot make up for the amount of exercise in a short while. Back then, I flew between buildings like Spider-Man, but now I can only sit in a wheelchair.

I gritted my teeth and pushed myself into the girls' room. The three girls are as usual. Since I came in, their eyes have been focused on me, and their heads have turned as if they were being pulled.

"Okay, okay, let's play your game." I waved my hand casually and said like this, but they didn't expect them to do it.

"Your relationship with them is really good." Dallas saw me look over, shrugged with a smile, and said, "I really think so."

I took a deep breath and nodded. I also noticed that the attitudes of these three girls towards me are somewhat unusual. Although I don't quite understand what is going on, I am a little surprised at our relationship, but I also feel quite comfortable. Besides, their names are "Sakuya", "Hakjing" and "Marceau", so many times, I have a warm feeling about this kind of relationship.

"I saw you yesterday." Dallas pointedly, "Did you do anything? It seems that you still need a partner."

"If you were with me, it would be much worse than me." I laughed, "You don't look as good as it seems on the surface."

Yes, although Dallas looks enthusiastic, it can't hide the two deep eye sockets and dark circles on his face, as well as the bloodshot eyes. He was also very tired. It can be seen that when I went to the cemetery, he did not spend less time for his own bargaining chips.

Dallas took a deep breath and said, "Well, I thought about it. Maybe you are right. Instead of two people acting together and stumbling, it is better to do our own things. After all, we are different. An expert in the field." He threw the file bag into my arms, "So, I got this."

I did not immediately open the Ranwen Novel Network, and first asked: "What is it about?"

"Remember? I said that I have been here for two months. If you think I haven't acted as such, you are making a mistake. You know, I'm a scammer, these two Months are not a waste of time. I made a good game. Now is the time to gain.” Dallas defended himself while complaining about his hard work. “I played mentally for two months and almost made me feel like myself. What a mental illness."

"So, what is this information about?" I repeat my question again. I don't want to hear him brag about how talented he is and what hard work he has put in. This is his choice, whether it is lucky or disaster, it is all his own business.

Dallas looked at me disappointedly and said, "If it weren't for the girl's strong suggestion, I wouldn't want to cooperate with people who don't respect my efforts. Okay..." He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "This is the past of you, Xi Er, and these three girls... just part of the information. The reason why your relationship is so good is not that there is no reason for Ranwen Novel."

Listening to what he said, I started to get angry too. I know that the "past" in this information must be different from my own past in my memory. But I still want to know who the former "Gaochuan" was, and how these girls with the same name are related to that "Gaochuan".

I opened the bag and took out the file. Dallas' voice rang in his ears: "We are all wrong. There are not four girls in this room, but five. In addition to color, there is a child named Dorothy."

Doris...I squeezed the bridge of my nose, focused my attention on the file, and soon discovered another name that I couldn’t be more familiar with—Mae.

Of course, like Sakuya, Hakjing, and Marceau here, Dorothy and Mae in the file photos are not equal to the two women in my memory. They are all just twelve or thirteen-year-old children in the photo. The green outline can faintly awaken the dim sense of familiarity. However, they cannot simply be called XX’s "childhood". A very special sense of sight.

It can't be said that they are just two people with the same name, and the rest are completely different, but vaguely with a familiar shadow. Or it can be said that they exist in my memory, they may look forward to in this world. Although in various aspects, they existed in my memory also have various problems, just taking "normal" as the standard, Mae and Dorothy are even below the horizontal line.

Maybe it is empathy. I pay special attention to the girl with the name "Mae". However, in these documents, there is not much information about her, because she suffered from a rare incurable disease and died before entering this hospital. At the same time, she was also the only person in this document who died without entering the hospital.

To be precise, this is a "story of six girls and a boy."

Gao Chuan’s parents were killed in a sea of ​​flames at the age of five, and then went to an orphanage. A year later, they were sent to this closed hospital for psychological treatment for the first time, but they soon returned to the orphanage and normal orphans. Live and learn the same.

As far as personality is concerned, Gao Chuan is also very different among orphans. He has a lonely and eccentric and manic personality. He is very fond of burning and dissecting, because he can always find the carcasses of small animals and insects that have been decomposed in the room. Others fear and smoke. But such a boy still has playmates of the same age, and he is still six girls.

Mae, Dorothy, Shise, Sakuya, Hakkei, and Marceau. These six girls come from different countries and are also orphans. However, how they got acquainted with Gao Chuan, and what kind of bonds were born between these seven people, these are not mentioned in the document by Ranwen Novel.com. In the personal files of the seven people, the column about "friends" only writes the names of the other six people, and it is specifically stated in the appendix that apart from each other, they have no other friends from Ranwen Novel.com.

Takakawa, Mae, Dorothy, Shise, Sakuya, Hakkei and Marceau live in the same orphanage~IndoMTL.com~ Mae, Dorothy and Shise are roommates in the same room . At the same time, the seven people went to the same school, but except for Gao Chuan and Zhen Jiang's companions, the others were all divided into different classes.

Perhaps because of this relationship, although it is a small group of seven people, the relationship between Gaochuan and Zhenjiang is the closest. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the two are a pair of good-matched little lovers, but just For Gao Chuan himself, the emotions of the two are not so simple. In addition, Dorothy and Shise once confessed to Gao Chuan. At the same time, Sakuya, Hakkei, and Marceau also have a good impression of Takakawa more than friends.

The seven people were so complicated but stubbornly dependent on each other until one day, Mae was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Regarding the condition of the disease, there is no specific explanation by Ranwen Novel. It just says that this is a very unique case that has never been seen in humans, but there is no cure for it. To make matters worse, although the medical experts at the time said that this type of terminal illness may only occur to Zhenjiang alone, the actual situation is that Dorothy and Shise in the same dormitory were also infected while taking care of Zhenjiang.

Three girls who are terminally ill, even if they can be treated, they need to spend a lot of money. The orphanage is unwilling to pay the money. What's more cruel is that the orphanage itself has various problems. . ..

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