【Silence】Forbidden candy

A large, suffocating, sticky black blotch hit the sky.

His eyelids were heavy, as if stuck in glue.Someone's heavy breathing and regular dragging sound could be heard next to his ears, and something was being rubbed against the ground.

"Hold on... ah... we're almost there... we're almost there...."

The spots gradually receded, and the nerves gradually recovered like reorganized wires. When his vision became clear, he remembered what happened just now.

"...Is the thing, the thing still there..." He wanted to speak, but he could only make a hoarse voice.

His companion nodded tremblingly.

With his chest as the boundary, his lower half was completely soaked in blood. He remembered being cut a hole in his stomach with a knife, but he didn't expect the effect to be so terrifying.

He was carried on his shoulder with one arm, and his whole body was like mud, and his jeans dragged a trail of blood on the ground.

"Damn it's a bloodbath... It's been pretty smooth before..." He coughed a few times, "Who would have thought that I'd run into an abuser this time? Planted here..."

"It's, it's okay, we'll be there soon. Just, hold on for a while!" His companion comforted him.

This is a smelly and long street. The dark stains on the ground have made it impossible to see its original appearance, and the cracked water pipes are continuously dripping sewage.They came to the end, where there was an underground passage with rusted handrails.

The injured man gasped, barely grabbed the handrail, and stopped his companion who was pulling him down: "...Where does this lead to?"

"A clinic."

"How can you be sure that the people inside won't kill the two of us...and take things away?"

The companion showed a stiff smile: "No, the doctors here will never do that kind of thing, and they will never disclose our whereabouts to others."

Seeing that the other party spoke with certainty, despite being skeptical, he slowly let go of the armrest.

Then he was empty.

Gudong.Gudong.

There was a strange sound.The world is spinning.

When he came back to his senses, he had already fallen to the bottom of the stairs, his head twisted towards a strange place.In his field of vision, there were only layers of stairs, and the figure of him falling to the ground in embarrassment with his companions.

"Well ....！ !!!" The companion's eyes voted towards the ladder, as if he saw the scene of horror and abnormal, the whole face twisted.

"I, I, I, we were wrong! We will never do it again, please let me go!" The companion crawled backwards with hands and feet together, stood up staggeringly, and fled.

That bastard... just left him like that...

His eyes are tearing apart.But he also knew that it was impossible for him to catch up with this body.

"hateful......."

"~~~~~~"

?

After lying on the ground for an unknown amount of time, just when he thought he was going to die like this, he vaguely heard someone humming.He followed the sound and saw a person sitting on the steps at some point.The man was against the light, so he couldn't see his face clearly. He was wearing fancy clothes that were incompatible with this black and white world. His blue eyes looked at him from top to bottom.

The other party took out a pink lollipop from his mouth, and the sphere with strange colors was constantly enlarged in his mind like a planet in an unknown world.The man propped his chin and said meaninglessly:

"Does it hurt?"

He blinked, as a response to the other party.

"Hey, does it hurt?"

click.

He woke up in a strange room.The white light hit the top of his head, making him want to jump up immediately, but he found that his whole body didn't feel any sense, and he couldn't even lift a finger.He rolled his eyes frantically, but he could only see the white sheet covering his body.

Three square white curtains tightly surround him.The room was silent.

where is this?

Is he already dead?

That rascal......

where is that guy

Doubts abounded. The worst case scenario was that he might have been picked up by organ-trafficking organizations. Even if his intestines had been stabbed several times, other organs were still useful.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and at this moment he heard footsteps.

Footsteps came from outside the door, not in a hurry, from far to near, and finally stopped at one place. When the door opened, the footsteps sounded again.

A slender hand pulled the curtain aside.

"How does it feel?"

Accompanied by the deep voice, the expression of the person lying on the bed gradually changed from bluff to surprise, and then returned to instinctive vigilance.He thought he would meet a group of vicious people, but at this moment only a man in a white coat appeared in front of him.

The other party is about 30 years old, tall and tall, with a rare upright and handsome face, long gray hair tied loosely behind his head, at first glance he looks a bit feminine.But once you look into the other person's eyes, the illusion disappears.

People who don't belong to any type in his cognition have a wonderful aura.

"...This...cough...where is this?" He cleared his throat and hissed.

"It's my clinic."

I see.Is this the guy that the guy was referring to as a doctor?

At the thought of his companions, the rage of being betrayed began to burn his blood.At the same time, some memory fragments mixed with colors and tones also flashed through his mind.Was what I saw on the steps at that time reality or an illusion?

"You are seriously injured, with multiple fractures all over your body. I have already stitched up the wound on your abdomen." The man who looked like a doctor said gently, "Let's take a good rest while you can still fall asleep."

He didn't know whether it was because of the effect of anesthesia or what, but he felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, but his rationality told him that he couldn't fall asleep easily in an unfamiliar environment.

"Let me explain in advance that I don't have any money with me." He put on a fearless look and mocked, "It's no good if you save me."

The other party didn't seem to care, and still used the tone that seemed to smooth everything: "It doesn't matter, a certain degree of credit is allowed here."

weirdo.

Time ticked by, the doctor didn't know when he had left, he sometimes fell into a coma and sometimes woke up, he didn't sleep well, and various memory fragments kept flashing before his eyes.

[Take a good rest while you can still fall asleep. 】

He could not understand the meaning of this sentence at that time.He didn't wake up until the tearing pain penetrated his limbs and bones, and let out a broken cry.The effect of morphine is over.

"Damn...why me..." He groaned, the pain was so painful that he wanted to hit the wall.

If it wasn't for that guy dragging his feet...

If I hadn't met that abuser.....

The more he thought about it, the tighter his teeth clenched.

The incandescent lamp above the head was probably turned off when the doctor left, leaving the brownish-yellow light bulb in the corner sizzling.Suddenly, he heard a very small sound of a doorknob being turned.

The door opened.

"Is it a doctor?" His forehead was full of cold sweat, and he couldn't speak clearly, "I, I'm in pain, I want some morphine, I can't sleep if this continues!"

No one answered him.Everything was quiet.

"Hi! Is anyone there?" he called again.

There was still no response, but he clearly saw a black shadow moving slowly outside the door curtain, approaching his bed little by little, like a ghost.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

As soon as he heard these words, the hair of the person immersed in pain immediately stood on end, and the pink lollipop appeared in front of his eyes.

A lump in his throat made him unable to speak.

The door curtain shook slightly, and a hand wearing a white glove came in. It looked like a snake swimming under the light. On that hand was a small syringe sealed with a glass-colored liquid. .

Beautiful and evil.

"You, do you want it?" The voice was light and light, without texture, let alone male or female.

"You, you are..."

"Shh-"

"..."

"Are you in pain? This one can help you."

The condition of eliminating the current pain was so tempting that he couldn't help swallowing.

"......what do you want?"

"You know."

"No, those things are not with me, but with another person!"

"Where is that person?"

Almost without thinking, he gave out where his companion lived.A guy who betrayed him doesn't deserve reservations at all.

The other party didn't speak anymore, quietly and carefully put the syringe into his palm, as if handing out an invitation to heaven.

Like a traveler meeting water in the desert, he plunged the needle into his depleted body, and then smiled in a rising trance.

The black shadow didn't leave, and stayed outside the curtain all the time, without even the sound of breathing.But he no longer felt afraid, as if he was no longer an injured patient lying in bed—his body had never been as full as it is now, and his five senses could clearly perceive everything around him.

"It's so wonderful..." He squinted at the colorful bubbles flying in front of his eyes, blurring and distorting the reality scene, and sighed fascinatedly.

Sure enough, as others have said, this thing is different.

But then all these beautiful and gorgeous things disappeared, replaced by light wave transformations with thick colors, electronic mirror scenes with dense particles, and scenes that were cut into pieces as seen through the compound eyes of flies. picture.

Wriggling maggots.Rotting corpses.Splattered brains.

"Ah...ahhhh what are these! What are these! It's disgusting, get out of here! Get out of here ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sombra still didn't move.He couldn't bear it any longer, he crazily supported his upper body while retching, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and the bandages on his lower body were bleeding.He grabbed a corner of the bed curtain and pulled it open abruptly. A slender black figure stood by the bed, elongated little by little under his constantly upward gaze, growing to a level that is impossible for humans, above the neck. into the shadow of the ceiling.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

bang.

It was four o'clock in the morning when the door of Jinguji Jirei's room was knocked open.

"Hey, doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor!!!" Guanyinzaka Dubu stood at the door in panic, unable to speak, "Then that afternoon's patient..."

died.

But it can't just be said to be dead.

Jinguji Jirei stood in the middle of the ward wearing a coat, and Kannonzaka Doppo couldn't bear the strong smell of blood in the air and ran outside covering his mouth.Both the bed curtains and the white sheets were dyed bright colors. The other party's hand hung down from the edge of the bed, and the red liquid slipped down the fingertips, converging into a small pool of blood on the ground.

The man on the bed, with the neck as the dividing line, the upper part disappeared.

The head was removed.