dead fiancée returns

On the morning of the second day of the new year, Tao Yang drove Zhao Xiwei over in his car.

"It was agreed to give Mr. Shen some treatment for the brain nerves, but it was delayed because of something that happened later. I happened to have time during the Chinese New Year, so I brought the equipment over."

Zhao Xiwei was still wearing the same white coat, beckoning someone to carefully move the instrument in, "Excuse me, Mr. Shen, is there any place I can put it?"

Shen Shuning came back to his senses, and looked around wearily: "As long as you can put it, it's fine."

Zhao Xiwei nodded, looked around the room, and pointed to a location: "That's right there..."

The moving staff moved the instrument over.

Zhao Xiwei asked the staff to leave, powered on the instrument, and checked whether there was any problem with the instrument.

While checking, he said: "This is the latest psychotherapy device developed by country M. It can deeply hypnotize the human brain and make some bad memories lurking..."

"Mr. Shen's condition doesn't seem to have much of an effect. I think this can help."

Shen Shuning pulled himself together and stared at the instrument. He didn't know if it was his illusion. He thought he should have seen this instrument somewhere before.

"Have I... used it before?" In a trance, he actually asked this question.

Zhao Xiwei, who was inspecting the device, looked up with a shocked expression: "Mr. Shen, are you sure you have used it? This device is a new treatment device from FETE Pharmaceutical Company, and it has been under development before."

"It's very expensive. I spent more than 600 million dollars just to buy it..." The doctor, who has always been gentle, couldn't help complaining in his tone at this time.

This price made Shen Shuning numb, "That should be my illusion..."

Tao Yang poured a glass of warm water, stuffed it in Shen Shuning's palm, and jokingly said, "You may have used it in your dreams, Shen Shuning."

Shen Shuning's mouth just happened to be a little dry, so he took a sip of warm water from the water cup and exhaled white steam: "Maybe..."

He just looked at this instrument, and somehow felt a little familiar——

But he couldn't have come into contact with something like this before.

But he always felt that he seemed to have been lying on such an instrument.

And, more than once.

Zhao Xiwei spent a long time adjusting the instrument, let go and agreed. After washing his hands, he checked the time on his watch and said to Shen Shuning: "Let's start, Mr. Shen."

"Just lie in the cabin and close your eyes, and leave the rest to me."

"Don't you need to do anything else?"

"Ah, I don't need it for now."

"temporary?"

Shen Shuning himself didn't realize how wrong his current state was.

His eyes seemed to be focusing, but also seemed to be slacking off. His pale face and pitch-black eyes seemed to be undergoing some kind of evolution. This evolution made him feel inhuman, like a ghost.

"I will tell Mr. Shen when I need it."

Tao Yang was right next to Shen Shuning. Shen Shuning handed Tao Yang the unfinished glass of water, took off his slippers, and went into the warehouse to lie down.

He was lying in the barn, Zhao Xiwei bent over, put the helmet connected with many wires on his head, and fixed his head skillfully.

After finishing all this, Zhao Xiwei closed the transparent warehouse door. There are ventilation holes on both sides of the warehouse door, which will not cause breathing problems.

The helmet is worn on the head, and the scalp feels cold through the hair.

Shen Shuning looked outside the warehouse, Zhao Xiwei, Tao Yang, and his fiancée stood outside the warehouse.

Across this storey, he felt as if he had returned to the underground research room, the sacrifice locked in the "cage".

Suddenly feeling a little out of breath, subconsciously want to leave.

But he knows he shouldn't.

Dr. Zhao brought the equipment here to treat his illness and for his own good.

He closed his eyes.

The world returned to darkness, Zhao Xiwei pressed a button on the instrument to start the instrument.

The mysterious frequency was received by Shen Shuning through the connection of those lines through the helmet, and his consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep.

At the moment when he was about to fall asleep, a familiar light voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Ningning, forgetting is your best choice."

Accompanied by this voice, a picture naturally appeared in Shen Shuning's mind.

He knew that it was Tao Yang's home.

He saw himself.

It was a young man who had just escaped from abroad with a calm expression, as if nothing would affect him.

blah blah blah...

The teenager Shen Shuning, who woke up from a deep sleep, stepped on wooden slippers and walked straight ahead.

Like an emotionless, manipulated robot.

In the big, tall and dark villa, the small and dangerous one walked forward step by step.

He walked up to a door.

That door, which had never been locked but could not be opened no matter what, was pushed open that night.

He walked in, and the door suddenly closed behind him.

But inside the door, he saw some terrifying existences that he could not accept.

The pupils began to shrink violently, and the consciousness began to collapse——

"Forget it—" the voice whispered in his ear.

Forget these terrible, painful memories.

The person you love is still with you and never left.

A kind of icy, piercing chill and pain made Shen Shuning subconsciously want to wake up from his slumber, but the next moment, Zhao Xiwei pressed another button.

Shen Shuning lost all consciousness, and those vague memories were completely dissipated, as if turning into fragments of light and dust.

Shen Shuning felt that he had a very long and painful dream.

Fragmented, constantly jumping dreams.

He dreamed of Tao Yang's parents who hated looking at him.

There are others.

as well as--

his fiancee.

One late night, that noble woman who was so gentle in front of Tao Yang stood beside his bed, holding an ax high in her hand, and aimed a ferocious expression at him who was sleeping, but he didn't know anything about it.

On a certain white night, that man who looked like a gentleman, knowledgeable and elegant, stood behind him, holding a dagger in his hand, ready to stab his heart at any time, but he didn't realize it.

There was also a certain dinner time, when the honest, kind, solemn, rigorous and well-mannered butler handed him a plate containing rice, the black, wet, wriggling shadow of a worm crawled into the plate silently under his sleeve .

"Mother, it's not his fault." Tao Yang, who appeared outside the door, leaned against the edge of the door, the cold light hit his side face, and said softly to the woman: "You should go back to sleep."

"Father..." Tao Yang, who appeared behind the man, put one hand on the man's shoulder, and took the dagger away from the man's hand with the other, "I have something I want to talk to you, come with me .”

"Shen Shuning..." Tao Yang, who was sitting beside him, took the plate out of his hand, "Give it to me, Uncle Liang, please give Shen Shuning another clean—"

Time and time again, accompanied by countless blood-red and scarlet corpses sent out of the villa.Among them was the butler who handed him the plate, his body was stiff, and his mouth and eyes were still bleeding.

Where will these corpses be sent?

"He killed you—I can't accept—"

Hysterical female voice.

"I must kill him and let him die in a painful way! Pay the price!"

"Do you know! For this day, how much effort your father and I have put in—"

"Let you get rid of the curse... eternal life... eternal life..."

"The body...the cruel way..."

"Are you regretting?"

"My dear . . . it was you who sent him in—"

"Hahaha……"

"Take it back...you must take it back..."

"Shu Ning—"

Standing in front of him was a beautiful and gentle fiancée.

"Don't be afraid of me..."

"You summoned me..."

"Why are you afraid of me? You shouldn't be afraid of me..."

"The shell I used? I think you should know..."

"He took me... descended... and took away my soul..."

"hard to use……"

"If you are afraid of me, forget the memory of being afraid of me."

"Shu Ning... wait for me to come back."

"One day, I will come back..."

"Fusion...fate..."

"A-Ning..." Standing outside the door, the fiancée, whose dress was wet and tender, walked towards him step by step, tiptoed slightly, and hugged his fiancée.

The sole of the foot is the shadow of a terrifying, creepy butterfly.

"You are so poor...you are shaking..."

"Do not be afraid……"

"You want to get her back, and I got her back for you, so please be happy?"

"want to……"

"hungry……"

"Very hungry... Ah Ning..."

"think……"

"Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."

More and more fragmented words.

More and more exotic languages.

An increasingly terrifying truth.

Unbearable and unbearable.

He gasped heavily, like a lonely traveler who was drowning and no one could save him.

The strings of his brain cracked one by one, and when the last one was about to crack, all the fragmented dreams faded away like a tide, and the strong light stimulated his eyes, making his eyeballs crazily rotate.

He woke up in excruciating pain stimulated by bright light.

The youth's dark eyes were empty and blank.

Something strange and indescribable was clouding his memory.

Fast enough to blink, impossible to grab.

Outside the warehouse, Zhao Xiwei turned off the instrument and smiled at him: "Congratulations, Mr. Shen."

The pair of pitch-black eyes rolled slowly.

The strange evolution faded from Shen Shuning's body, and he returned to his previous appearance.

Gloomy, dull and quiet appearance.

"The treatment was successful..."

The author has something to say: the input energy is completed——

I will fix the essay tomorrow!