Therapy Planet No. 13

George thought the voice he heard that day was his own illusion.

The dead white light and the spherical closed building made him completely lose his judgment on time and space.

On the first day, he could barely judge how much time had passed by timing the nutrient solution.

George knew that the frequent use of the nutrient solution was not to keep him alive. If it was just to keep him alive, those demons could inject the concentrated version of the medicine at one time, so that at least he would not have to eat for a month.

But these demons did not.

Three hours, two hours, one hour, one day, 7 minutes, 56 seconds...

George tried to keep track of the feeding times, but he was surprised to find that each injection was not a regular frequency.

What's even more frightening is that with the injection of "nutrient solution", he didn't feel full, but his hunger was ready to go.

In the second injection, the cold liquid was pierced into the blood vessel, but what followed was a feeling completely opposite to what the body felt.

Soft and gentle, George seemed to hear the bells that accompanied prayers with his friends as a child.

The tangy aroma, unknown wild flowers, colorful sky, howling wind, beautiful rain, the joy of flying in the clouds, and even the pleasure of gunpowder when shooting with guns...

This is an experience that he didn't have at all in his ten-odd years of ascetic life. In other words, he gathered all the good experiences at the same moment.

dreaming?

maybe.

The joy in the dream can make him completely forget the hunger and pain in his body, but when he barely wakes up from the dream, George clearly knows that this is wrong.

poison.

He heard the pastor in the church talk about this kind of evil thing circulating outside.

This kind of thing can easily destroy people's will, turn people into a walking corpse without faith, and make people submit to the feet of demons and heretics...

But every time he realizes this, what awaits him is the next round of injections with larger and stronger doses.

Occasionally those two demons would appear, but they never asked any questions, and they didn't even give him a chance to roar. Every appearance meant more inhumane physical torture, and nothing else.

The first injection, George will still feel guilty.

But the second time, the third time...

At some point, George began to look forward to never waking up from this wonderful dream.

...he won't give in to the devil...but at least, let him have a moment's respite...

***

"How many days have passed?"

At the dining table, Angel was eating the excellent lamb chops "donated" by the readers of the newspaper office. He slowly swallowed the tender lamb in his mouth, comfortably picked up the red wine at hand, and knocked on the bottle The glass made a few crisp snaps.

"...are you talking to me?"

Huo Wen, who was running errands, was a little dazed. He was helping to sort out the latest news.

Zong Shili and Yue Ge left in a hurry early in the morning, Dong Yang was taken to run errands, Angel took the editor-in-chief's seat as a matter of course, and successfully realized her dream of eating at the dining table.

As for Louie...

Huo Wen didn't understand. It was such a small newspaper office like theirs, remote and deserted, how she wandered around in front of a pile of newspapers and periodicals with great interest for several days in a row, and walked around almost every corner no less than three times. I didn't take a rag to clean it by the way.

"You're the only one here, who do you think I'm talking to?"

Angor neatly arranged the leftover lamb bones on the dinner plate, cut large pieces into small pieces, tried hard to arrange them into a piece of art, and replied naturally.

"... three days."

Huo Wen sorted out the news that had just been sent to the device by category, looked at the time, and said with certainty: "It's been three days since you occupied our theater."

Angel pinched his fingers and counted: "Ah, it's been three days, and the man has been injected with 'ice tea' for three consecutive days, and he still hasn't died?"

"Iced tea" is jargon, and it is said to be one of the most effective varieties in the black market. It is said that after one injection, it takes more than a month to wait for the next injection.

The excitement is of course multiplied, but it is also the most damaging to the body, heart, and especially the spirit, so few people dare to try things of this level.

"The young man is young and has good physical strength!" Angel praised sincerely.

It's not that Huo Wen has never seen a cruel person since he was a child, but it's the first time he has seen such a person who doesn't take people seriously.

Noticing the boy's "dare to speak out", Angel smiled and slowly pushed a small piece of sheep bone forward with a fork: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't say I'm a good person."

The lamb bones were placed in the ideal position.

"...But I didn't say I was a bad person."

Angor tilted his head, and seriously gave himself a pertinent evaluation: "But I am very understanding! Generally speaking, as long as I am comfortable, I am very willing to help others."

Huo Wen: "..." It's a ghost if he believes this sentence!

"Okay, it's time." Angel put down the knife and fork in his hand, and made a crisp sound when they collided with the porcelain plate. "If we don't show up, our little cutie will really go crazy."

Angel stood up from the chair while talking.

The wooden chair was moved back by her for a certain distance, and there was a slight scratching sound. Louie heard the sound outside the door, and decisively pushed the door in: "Are you going?"

"I like to appreciate the expression of the cutie up close."

Angel showed an innocent and harmless smile: "There is no one who will not be interested in his own artwork."

Her gaze shifted to the projection in the corner beside her.

The specific situation in the interrogation room was broadcast in real time there.

The person who was tied to the chair could no longer be seen as a human being, the obstructive clothes had been stripped off long ago, and the large pieces of whipped skin made him look like a rag doll.

The originally exquisite facial features exuded a deadly broken beauty in the pool of dried blood.

George's head was slightly lowered, and he seemed to have been immersed in his own thoughts, neither roaring nor making slight noises.

If it weren't for the nano-detection implanted in his body to broadcast his heart rate in real time, no one would think that such a body is still alive.

"Prayer tied to a chair."

Angel sang it like an aria, and asked, "What do you think of this name? Is it too long? Do you need me to think of a shorter one?"

Louie coughed lightly, noncommittal.

She took off the coat from the hanger and put it on Angel: "If you go out, be careful not to catch a cold."

Angel's smile was dangerously cold: "Are you ready?"

With the experience from last time, Huo Wen immediately raised his head and replied: "Look, look for it."

The little boy was a little hesitant, looking like Angel's expression was a little scared: "According to what you said, I found it from Linyun Street. Her name is——"

"Very good." Angel rubbed Huo Wen's head in praise, and interrupted him, "The name is not important. Is this the first time you go to this kind of place? But you will get used to it in the future."

She looked up and down the body of the boy who was about to enter puberty, and said with a smile: "Who wouldn't love a beautiful body?"

Linyun Street, the largest red light district in Hyperspace Port.

***

When George was injected with "ice tea" again, he accepted it calmly.

He felt that his physical strength was draining rapidly, and his spirit became dull.

But he still urgently needs such a thing to escape from reality.

The cold liquid slowly flowed through his blood vessels, and soon, he felt a subtle difference from before.

It seems that the content of the injection this time is more...

manic?

The blood began to surge at a terrifying speed, and George felt a nameless fire ignited all over his body. His body, which had not moved for a long time, could not hold it back any longer. His eyes were red, and this strange and irritable force was pressing in his body. The need to find an outlet.

He has been unfamiliar with this kind of power since he was a child of penance.

If it is the effect of "ice tea", he has heard of it in class before, but he has never been exposed to this knowledge.

Strangeness breeds anxiety, and anxiety breeds fear.

He instinctively struggled on the chair, only to find that the chains that bound him before had all disappeared.

George was overjoyed at the same time he was uneasy, he stood up from the chair with a "swipe", he hadn't moved for a long time, his muscles were terribly stiff, his knees went limp, and he knelt forward on the ground with a plop.

He saw a pair of bare feet.

Snow white, clean, without a trace of variegation.

The ignorant and bewildered Paladin slowly raised his head and saw a frightening face.

The most frightening thing is that her body exudes a fatal temptation, as if all the surging power in her body has found a vent.

Is it a dream?or reality?

In reality, only demons exist, so there shouldn't be such angels, right?

Could it be that...God finally heard his prayer, and is this a reward for his loyalty before death?

He subconsciously touched the existence in front of him, and sure enough, it was even more moving than expected.

If this is redemption before death, then he would rather never wake up.

***

"Tsk, that's why I said the young man is in good health."

Angel looked coldly at the man on the screen who was venting the most primitive way to the woman.

After a while, she looked away: "Forget it, men and women have nothing to look at."

Angor smiled and pushed Lui, half-pushing Lui against the gray wall: "Compared with those, I still prefer to see you..."

Her tone is provocative and natural, and her gaze is like a needle, directly provoking all the secrets hidden under the fabric.

Lui ignored her, but he didn't stop her either. His attitude could be called connivance.

"Is this your way?"

"Human beings need rituals, and the sense of rituals makes them sober, strong, and self-disciplined. For example, eating and sleeping are all types of rituals. Religion is even more important." Angel kissed the corner of Louie's lips delicately, sucking her On the edge of his lips, the tip of his tongue slowly twirled, his tone was vague, "This is also."

Lui put his arm around Angel's waist, hummed lightly, and signaled her to continue.

"I only did one thing to let my friend see the truth clearly."

Angor's voice resounded like beads scattered on the ground, or like a drop of wax that was about to fall: "That is, to break the ceremony."

Lu Yi put his arms around her waist, turned around suddenly, and pressed Angel against the wall.

"Yes, like this." Angel smiled approvingly.

"What did you eat for me?" Louie's breathing was a little short.

Angor's voice was like a licking flame, or some kind of cub gently scratching the palm of his hand.

"That medicine is very famous, and it doesn't hurt your body. Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle. Instead of watching others make it, why don't you try it yourself?"

Louie supported Angel's head with some resentment, and pressed down his body, every inch of his skin stuck together.

Fingers, lips, chest, legs.

It almost melted into a puddle of water.

Angor suddenly whispered something into Louy's ear from the gap of breathing, but Louy didn't want to care about it at all.

"I just broke her ritual and killed her with my own hands."

Angel's hand scratched a deep blood mark on Lui's back, "Do you know why?"

"You are mine." Angel bit Lui's neck, "Silois is not loyal to anyone, we are only loyal to ourselves, to please ourselves, to own ourselves... You are mine, Louis, you are mine of."

Louis was just silent and didn't speak.

And you stay true to me, please me, own me.

The language seemed extremely pale at this moment, and the collision of the body smashed everything into pieces.

Including reason, faith, remnants of humanity, and vague morality.

The author has something to say: Another chapter that challenges the reading level of the reviewers【】