I loaded the hunter game

Chapter 77 The Existence of Hate or Redemption
In the previous month, Inspector Muto was almost always tied to a hospital bed, and was injected with enough nutrients to sustain life every day when he was unconscious.

From the second month onwards, he no longer became manic, ran away for no reason, and could not speak.

Those who came to see him during this time just stared at him from a distance, shaking their heads in vain.Everyone knows that Muto is over.

His wife came once in a wheelchair to watch from a distance, but was immediately sent away by the doctor with an emotional breakdown.

just now.

His gray eyes were lifeless, and slowly moved to a certain point outside the window, his dry face twitched, and he stared at that point for a long time.

If he wasn't still breathing, it wouldn't matter if he was dead.

This situation lasted for about three days.

"Mr. Muto?"

Finally, a nurse couldn't hold back her words.

The attending physician had warned them before that they were forbidden to speak in front of Muto without permission.Because he has abnormal hearing, he will mistakenly hear human voices as other voices, which will lead to violent emotions.

will be hurt.

This sentence is not empty talk, but something that actually happened half a month ago.

Inspector Muto didn't seem to hear, he remained motionless and didn't make any sound.

"Mr. Muto, you..."

The nurse subconsciously wanted to get closer, but the horror of that colleague who fell in a pool of blood half a month ago suddenly appeared in her mind, which made her frightened.

Until now, that colleague is still recuperating on the hospital bed.

She paused, not daring to say any more words.

"sorry."

Inspector Muto suddenly spoke.

"···Eh?"

The nurse, who was about to go out, stopped again, and turned her head in disbelief.

"I'm sorry. I said, I'm sorry."

He repeated it twice in a row.

"Mr. Muto, you are now—"

"Tell the doctor, please, I'm recovered. Right now, recovered."

His voice sounded hollow.It seemed to float up from some abyss.

"Ah good!"

"I'm going right now!"

The nurse hugged the notebook in her arms and ran out in a hurry.

She thought that if Muto really recovered, she would no longer have to come here with such a heavy heart every day.How good would that be for a nurse who's new to practice?

"Mr. Wu Teng? How do you feel now?"

Not long after, the attending doctor came.

"In my eyes, you are human now."

Muto turned his head.That smile is laughing, but also like crying.

"what is this?"

The attending doctor frowned, took out a pen from his pocket and shook it.

"Pen. A beautiful pen."

"Thank you for the compliment, it was given to me by my lover."

The attending doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled involuntarily on his face, "Congratulations, it seems that you have really recovered."

"When did it recover? Is there any opportunity?"

The doctor took out the notebook he carried with him again and asked.

"I'll answer those questions. But can I meet my wife before that?"

Not just wives.

Muto wanted to still want to see his daughter.But he dared not say it.

Scared.

Afraid that the well-behaved daughter who used to laugh at the crescent moon would shrink back when she saw her, trembling with fear.

How terrible.

Such a father.

"Um···"

The doctor frowned and thought about it for a while.

"If she is willing. Although I don't want to pour cold water on this happy time, the fact is that your wife has suffered severe psychological trauma and has become a little mentally disturbed."

"Is this so? It should be so."

Muto turned his gaze out of the window again, staring at a small spot on a leaf that might be a bug, "Then please. If she is willing, please bring her here."

"Well, I'll talk now."

One might think that the wife would be happy to come and see Muto.

actually not.

For diseases caused by psychological trauma, you can say that Muto is the antidote, and that is certainly true.But it would not be wrong to say that Muto was a poison that aggravated the disease.Because he was the one who created fear in the hearts of the mother and daughter by portraying that kind of demonic image.

Even if he recovers, it won't change the fact.

"terribly sorry."

"Your wife's condition has become more and more serious in the past one and a half months, and even communication is difficult now."

"I'm afraid we won't be able to meet you in a short period of time. I haven't confirmed whether your illness has been completely eradicated, and I haven't made exact preparations, so I won't let you pass."

Not long after, the doctor came back with regrettable news.

"It's okay. I deserve it."

Muto lowered his eyes and stared at his hands.

"Aha···"

The veins on the back of the hand are clearly visible, and the calluses on the knuckles that have been holding guns for many years are yellow and bulging.

This is a pair of strong hands visible to the naked eye.

And he still deeply remembers that on that day, he picked up something with these hands and smashed it desperately at the monster in sight.

Long before the world recovered, after Muto calmed down in such a crazy world, he gradually understood everything.

Hypothesis.

The monster is so smart and knows how to sneak attack, so why would it attack itself and put itself on the bed generously without restricting any actions?
And don't fight back at all.

And they actually have the concept of protection.

and···
understandable.

Just trembling all the time, escaping silently.At first, I really couldn't bear such a world, and then I collapsed because I thought of the possible results.

——Killed his wife and daughter with his own hands.

Countless times I wanted to quietly commit suicide.

But countless times he thought of that little monster who rushed over and hugged his calf.A small figure protected by a tall monster.

They were all going to die, right?

But blocked, hated things.

He can be sure that it must be the existence that he has always thought about and hated extremely.Because in front of it, even the irrational self is also powerless to fight back.

But what is that?

Obviously standing by as a monster, laughing and joking, wouldn't it be better to just watch him kill his wife and daughter with his own hands?
How ridiculous I am!
He smiled miserably, tears overflowing from his eyes uncontrollably.

It was hated in the end.

Throwing yourself into that world is what it is.

In the end, it was also what made me dare not make up my mind to commit suicide.Fear and hope, fear that her daughter is still alive, fear that her daughter will lose her only father from now on.

"It's amazing, this is really amazing!"

Inspector Muto had to admire it.

Even if the world is restored, he can't feel any joy.It's just that I let myself live in the world begging for mercy with such a miserable posture.Good for you.

"···dad?"

A cringe sounded beside him.

"what···"

Inspector Muto turned around almost subconsciously.

He saw a small figure hiding behind the attending physician, poking his head out to spy on him cautiously.

"Nan..."

He opened his mouth empty, but found that the name that he could blurt out before could not be said at all now.

Especially seeing the thick bandage wrapped around the child's right hand, he felt as if something was strangling his throat.

He couldn't make any sound, and could only stare blankly.

"Are you the real liar dad?"

The little girl came out from behind the attending doctor, blinking her eyes at him.

truly?
Muto looked at the doctor.

I can see the encouraging look in the eyes of the other party, "It's just a nightmare for children."

He said so.

"···"

"My daughter..."

"Come here, I am, I am the real big liar dad. Daughter..."

Muto's eyes turned red instantly, and he wanted to get up from the bed, but the restraint belt restricted his movement.

"father!"

And after the child heard his father admit that he was the "real" father he was thinking of, he threw off the doctor's clothes and ran towards Muto.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo That, Dad!"

It's like finding a long-lost sense of dependence.The child threw himself on Muto's body and burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)