gentle collapse

I squatted in an Internet cafe all night, which is the cheapest way to spend the night.

The concentration of smoke in the Internet cafe has reached a suffocating level, and the smell of plastic, rubber, and the salty smell of the toilet are all drilling into my nose.I curled my feet up on the seat and watched the movie on the computer screen.

third floor.

After the leader confirmed our identities on the seat, I successfully followed him to the third floor.

The main color palette of white and silver dazzled my eyes under the strong white light, creating an effect that made people's feet float.I was pinned on a high stool, and they ordered me to take off my coat and roll up my sleeves.I stretched my arms out, opened my mouth, and watched as a swab came in to scrape the lining of my mouth as they took a syringe of blood from me.There was a click on the top of the head, and a strand of hair fell into the staff's white gloves.

There was a little sound from their throats, as if they were talking, but they were not using Mandarin.That language... I seem to have heard it somewhere, it's so familiar, I can even understand a few simple bytes.

All movement on my body came to a screeching halt, and they handed me a piece of paper for my signature.It was a confidentiality agreement, requiring that everything that happened here must not be leaked, otherwise it would be subject to criminal detention.

I signed my name.Then, they asked me to wait at the same place, and no one came to tell me how long the time had passed. I looked around at the exact same white tables and chairs like replicas, but couldn't see any clues.

Finally, a female staff member came to my side and showed me the way. Her lipsticked lips touched and then separated, and she was saying: "You are assigned to the SM system. In this system, you will be another The traveler of time and space provides services to meet his SM needs."

I stopped, I knew what she was talking about.

"We will provide you with treatment, don't worry." She put her finger into the groove in front of the door, the door opened, and the inside was still shining white, "Or, you can choose to leave here now, the non-disclosure agreement is still in effect, Can't break the contract."

"Can I provide services for travelers who have other needs? Love system, suspense detection system..."

She shook her head and smiled showing two canine teeth.

I looked inside again, licked my chapped lips, and took the first step.There should have been a tear on my lip, and when I licked it, there was a bloody smell, and it was tight, with a faint pain.

After the door behind me was closed, I looked around the room, and there was only one operating table in the center of the room.The ceiling of the room was ridiculously high, as high as two or three floors, and countless lights shone from all directions, making my body, which was already weak from staying up all night, feel exhausted.

My calf was hit by a force, and my body lost my balance and fell backwards. At this critical moment, my hand slammed back and grabbed the plastic-like clothes.When the back of my head hit the ground, he fell on top of me.I hugged his waist, flipped over, pressed on his body, bent my knees, and kicked him in the crotch.

He was wrapped in a special white plastic suit, but I could still hear him panting loudly.

Now how to do?I took him hostage and asked them to find my brother?No... It will take more than a day or two to find my brother. At that time, the police will stand by them and arrest me.I have no ability to escape at all.

"It's very interesting." The person under me spoke, his right hand hit my shoulder, I blocked it with my arm, and was inserted into a needle.

"It would be better for the people sent here to be anesthetized in the future, but this will indeed make the game less interesting... But it's okay." He stood up, his body shaking a little, and so did I.Although I stood up vigorously, I fell down again in an instant.

A puff of air entered my nasal cavity, fresh and cold.

I opened my eyes and saw two transparent tubes inserted into my nasal cavity, delivering some kind of gas.My mouth can't move, it seems to be forced open by something, although my neck is sore and painful, but it is the only part I can move now, I lift it up with difficulty, and then see the picture of my limbs being restricted , and...the situation where the man is holding a scalpel.

Seeing that I was awake, he put down the knife again, and took out a needle, saying, "It won't hurt." He inserted the needle into my abdomen at once, with a total of three needles.

My head is not groggy, which allows me to tell you what it's like to have surgery under local anesthesia.Yes, first of all, I felt that he had cut my abdomen. Although the pain of the flesh being cut was numb, I could vaguely feel the feeling of the knife touching it, once... again and again, long and tormented.It's not that I don't feel it at all, it's a feeling that's milder than a dull pain, it's a little swollen, I don't know if it's a fantasy, I can even feel his fingers rubbing against my internal organs.Then I realized...that was my imagination, because when I felt that, he put a thin flesh-colored thing into the vessel.

God... what did he take out of me?

He turned around again and sewed up my wound.If I could see his eyes, would I see crazy colors?This is not the same as the SM I usually know.There was no candle, no whip, and the other party was not even interested in my body at all. He was like a crazy anatomist, and it seemed that disembowelling was his interest.

I heard the beeping of instruments all around me.The room that was supposed to be empty except for the operating table seemed to have been transformed into a surgically qualified operating room.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear: "I will give you a lot of money, much more than you expected, and hope this becomes a mutually satisfactory transaction." My ribcage, that hints, that's where his next target is.

I'm being slaughtered by him.

Am I afraid?Yes.This is the closest moment I have been to death in 18 years. The internal organs that I have never seen before are exposed to him. He treats my body as a game, and even takes out some trophies before he is willing to sew up my wounds. .

"Relax, I'll come back when you have two days off. Listen, I won't let you die, it won't give me a sense of accomplishment."

But now I would rather die than live.

My hands and feet were imprisoned on the operating table by an iron ring, and all other restraints were removed.After he left, other people came in and gave me an infusion.A white pill mixed with water that they force down on me.Long after the operation, I still didn't feel any pain. The medicine they gave me should include painkillers.

Oh shit.

I stretched out my tongue and clenched my teeth together, almost wanting to kill myself.

"This is the path I chose." I said to myself in my head, "I must go on."

My non-infusion hand turned around to feel for the ring, which was welded to the operating table, and the fitting part was so strong that it should be controlled by some kind of switch.I reached out hard and let the ring slide up my arm, so that my palm could touch more places.Although I am not fat, but after all, the skeleton is relatively large, and I cannot move a few centimeters.I arched my upper body, tried my best, turned my arms, and reached under the bed, and found a protruding handle.

I shuddered and laughed out... and here it is.

When I stood up, I finally felt a sharp pain in my abdomen.Every step I take is like a knife in the stomach.I was panting and trembling in the room, I couldn't open those doors.There are four doors in this room, one on each wall.Can I just sit and wait for that person to give me another knife?I can't be reconciled... I put my finger in the groove, and a siren sounds.

A mechanical voice sounded: "There is an intrusion in operating room 307..."

After a while, the door on the south side was opened, and two people broke in.I rushed in their direction, more than one scalpel in hand.When I was overturned to the ground, I stuck the knife into his thigh. He held the handle of the knife and cried out in pain.Another guy jumped up and I ducked back and he came after him with a gun in his hand.

I led him to the operating table, grabbed his gun hand, and cuffed his wrists to the operating table.

If he's familiar with the mechanism, he'll be free too.I snatched his gun and ran towards the south gate. The man who had been stabbed in the thigh blocked the door. I pointed the gun at his head.I don't want to shoot, and damn I don't know how to use a gun.

He was afraid and didn't rush forward, so I ran out and closed the door.The sirens changed tune, and I ducked under a white table in the closest corner of the outer room, watching the crowds of people gather beyond the door.My belly was hot and humid, and blood dripped down my thighs onto the floor.

They should have opened the door and swarmed in. My legs were shaking, but I could only dash out from under the table.I had no choice, they would rush out to find me as soon as they found no one inside.I ran non-stop along the narrow corridor, strange...no one came after me.

Several beams of red light were imprinted on my face. I looked back and saw that the entire corridor was full of intertwined red lights, and those beams on my face slowly turned green.I knew it was wrong, and I threw myself forward, but because I didn't have enough strength, I couldn't make it far. There was a mechanical sound, and with a bang, my thigh was stuck.

That thing, like a gear, but with sharp blades inside and out.And... I can already hear footsteps.