Silent Crown Chapter 303: Nightmare
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Charle heard the sound of blood flowing.
The blood ran on the floor, meandered on the walls, moved retrogradely, and squirmed little by little to the ceiling. So ignoring gravity, it flows abnormally, singing a cappella song of death.
He looked around at the ornate decorations stained red with blood, with dark red Baroque reliefs on the dark red pillars. There are dark red oil paintings on the dark red walls, and dark red crystal headlights on the dark red ceilings.
In the huge hall, there is a blood, and in the blood-covered world, there is a corpse. The faces of the deceased were torn apart, but strangeness was written on every face.
Charle looked at them in fear, and at the end, lowered his head and saw Abraham's face. Abraham was also looking at him, his pale face reflected in the godless pupils.
The deceased's face still seemed to have a gratifying smile.
"Char, you have become a hero." He took Shire's hand with a soft voice: "It's amazing, the teacher is also proud of you."
"Teacher..." Charles looked at him blankly.
"Charles, be fine, don't run around." Abraham said softly: "Be careful, you have been too unreliable in your words. You have offended so many people, and you can't beat them every time you fight. The teacher is very worried."
"Teacher, you..."
Abraham's chest cracked a big hole, empty.
Dry blood flowed from it, stinging Charles' eyes.
"Run away, Charles."
The face of the deceased looked at him with a gentle and secret smile: "Don't look back, run away. Even in the underworld, the teacher will look at you."
Charle trembled, unable to move.
He wanted to say something, but the dead person died again, and there was silence in the huge hall.
Only the chaotic footsteps outside the hall can be heard, and the screams continue to ring. The crowd fled in panic, and someone slapped the door of the hall in fear. Want to hide in.
But the door was still closed, and the blood behind the door trembled, turning into a little rain, and falling into the air. so beautiful.
In the end, a pool of blood ran in from the world outside the door.
The whole world is silent.
Someone walked towards the hall in a pool of blood.
Amidst the sound of patina rubbing, the heavy door slowly opened, and the sound was deafening. The Shire was stuck in place.
In the corpse outside the door, blood covered the boy's black clothes and white hair. He looked at Shire coldly, but there was no reflection in his pupils, just a cold and gloomy look.
"Leaf...These people are you..."
Ye Qingxuan was silent, just bowed his head and drew his sword, stepped forward in a pool of blood, with a deep killing intent. Shire shuddered, looked around in fear, but saw the faces of countless dead people looking at him.
The gaze seemed to be cast from the underworld. With mockery, and gloating with malice.
"Run away, Charles."
They said, "Don't look back, run away!"
But those faces were shredded by the sword, falling apart, cruel and bloody. The white-haired boy was like an executioner, smashing these dead people into thousands of pieces, with deep malice and indifference in his eyes.
The splash of plasma covered his face layer by layer, making his face hideous like a monster.
He turned around. Looking at the backing Shire, his lips opened and closed, as if to say something.
Xiare staggered back, and Ye Qingxuan stepped forward.
The blade passed through the chest. The blood was wiped away, and the bright and cold blade came out from behind him.
"Leaves..."
Xiaer looked at Ye Qingxuan's face blankly, that face was very strange: "So you came to kill me."
He smiled, stretched out his hand, and hugged the young man who was close at hand, "Forget it. What else are you running away? It doesn't matter."
He closed his eyes wearily, and darkness struck.
In the darkness, there are faint singing and shouting sounds.
"Brother! Brother!"
Bright light flashed through the confused pupils, and a figure faintly swayed in front of him. He was awakened from his deep sleep, and his pupil regained his spirit.
"Leaf?" He was stunned.
"You finally woke up." Ye Qingxuan laughed.
"Go out of the way, let me have a look."
Bai Xi squeezed over and stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "Shire, you have been asleep so many days, come and see if I am fat? Wow! A lot of oil..."
"Don't mess around."
Ye Qingxuan knocked her head in an angry manner: "You hurry up and take Lao Fei, the doctor is going crazy, do you know?"
"I care about him. Lao Fei can go wherever he wants. Lao Fei, right?"
"Wow!"
At the bedside, Old Fei yelled twice, then raised his paw and patted Charles on the face, meaning that you have a good rest, you don't need to worry about other things.
Abraham sat in the back and laughed softly as he watched their noise.
After a commotion for a while, the doctor finally rushed to hear the news and nodded after an examination, "Although I think there is probably no problem, but at least stay here and observe for a while to make sure that there are no sequelae. Don't be too anxious, anyway, the medical bills are all paid out of your pocket."
"Then please everyone." Abraham nodded and sent the doctor away.
But at the door, the doctor gave a sullen wink. Abraham was taken aback, and immediately followed him out, and quietly closed the door behind him.
"Sir, is there any problem?" Abraham asked in a low voice
"It can't be said to be a problem, it should be a hidden danger." The chanter said after a moment of reflection, "The patient's brain still has a strong mental shock. Whether it will stimulate the old injury, it needs to be observed before doing so. Come to a conclusion."
"Old wounds?" Abraham was stunned.
"...You don't even know anything?"
The chanter also froze for a moment, and asked the nurse to fetch a projection of the examination. On the projection of the skull, there was a faintly invisible shadow.
"What is this?" Abraham frowned.
"I don't know." The doctor shook his head. "This shadow has been oppressing his brain nerves since he was a child. The front end of the brain, amygdala and hippocampus may have also been affected to some extent. Now that he has suffered a mental shock, I am afraid there will be some accidents."
"There will be no ‘perceptual disturbance’, right?"
"It's not that serious. This shadow has very little interference to him, and it can be said to be benign. At best, it is just a nightmare."
Abraham was silent, and the doctor patted him on the shoulder and turned away.
In the silent corridor, Abraham sat down on the bench, staring at the direction of the ward:
"Nightmare...?"
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It was getting late, and Ye Qingxuan went back to school with Bai Xi yawning.
Abraham made tea for Shire: "Drink some water, I just woke up and just woke up all day."
"Teacher, don't you know me? I will suffocate if no one talks to me." Charles smiled on the hospital bed, took the teacup, and blew the heat.
"It's okay." Abraham sat in a chair and stared at Char for a long time. Charl also looked at him, smiling stupidly.
"Charle, do you still have those terrible dreams now?" he suddenly asked softly.
"No way, teacher."
Charle scratched his hair and lowered his head: "I'm afraid it won't be anymore, right?"
Abraham was taken aback for a moment, then laughed softly: "That would be great."
He had a conversation with Charles, saying goodbye and leaving when the bell rang in the evening, closing the door gently. In the silence, Charles watched him go away, looking down at the teacup in his hand that had cooled down.
For an instant, he fell into a trance.
In the reflection of the teacup, there is a blood red and his pale face.
In that blurry, **** world, Charles looked around at the howling spirits that emerged from the walls, looking out the window.
Occasionally there are people coming and going. When the **** doctors and nurses passed by, they noticed his sight, and turned their heads, the withered and ugly face twisted.
Perhaps that is their smile, right?
It can be imagined that ~IndoMTL.com~ must be very gentle.
This room must be nicely furnished, right? There are white walls and soft beds. I lit the tranquilizing spice, even if it smelled like burning bones.
In the middle of the night, there was a faint bell from a church in the distance, and a faint chant, but the holy song sounded like the wailing of the dead from the underworld, which was indescribably miserable.
In a flash, those erratic assumptions suddenly left, and everything returned to its original state.
All of this is normal and good.
"So...is it just me who has the problem?"
Charle lowered his head, looked at the muddy blood in the teacup, drank it expressionlessly, and closed his eyes.
In the darkness, there are no more nightmares.
It's peaceful. (To be continued.)