Paintings of Terror

Conley has a boyfriend.

In times like those of the past, homosexuality was heresy, a crime, and a mental illness.

The two can only be more careful, communicate in secret, and fall in love silently.

On the road of scientific exploration, where there are geniuses, there will be perverts, and where there is righteousness, there will be crooked ways.

In the era when prefrontal lobotomies were prevalent, a large part of them were applied to homosexuals. "Righteous people" were committed to "curing" homosexual "patients". Became the latest tool in the "treatment" of homosexuals.

"He was reported, and he was ridiculed, insulted and even beaten by people when he walked outside," Conley wrote in his autobiography. , The corridors were filled with swear words in red paint, they scolded him and asked him to commit suicide.

"...The telephone line at his home was cut off, and I lost contact with him while studying abroad.

"...One day, some people who looked like scholars came to his home. They said they could help him and relieve his troubles. They asked him to sign an agreement, asking him to voluntarily become a test subject of the research institute.

"There was a non-disclosure clause in the agreement, but he still left me a secret letter and hid it in the compartment under the drawer of his desk at home. Only he and I knew that place.

"I finally asked for leave and rushed back to China from abroad. I searched all the places I could think of, but I couldn't find him. I tried my best to inquire, and I learned that he was taken away by those people. .

"I thought he should leave a message for me, so I found the secret letter in the compartment...but I couldn't enter the research institute as an outsider. There is a secret research base. I don't know which department it belongs to, nor It is not known exactly what projects are being researched there.

"I had to find him. I had a bad feeling, but I didn't want to believe it.

"...I took the certificate of studying abroad as a doctor of medicine, found all the connections I could use, and finally got into this institute.

"...I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"...This is an anti-human, anti-society, obliterating the way of heaven and humanity, a heinous experiment of the devil!

"They bought babies from their parents at a high price and carried out inhumane experiments. They put soft, cute, harmless hamsters and little white rabbits in front of the babies, and beat metal products so hard that they made harsh noises. Shrill, irritating and unpleasant sounds until the baby is scared to cry.

"They want babies to be afraid of everything that is white, like dogs, clothes, tissues, even white beards. This experiment was repeated, but they wanted to know how humans develop fear.

"...They conducted sensory deprivation experiments in another laboratory. The purpose is to verify that people's psychological growth is dependent on the environment. Once people are out of the environment, they will cause psychological deficiency.

"Those poor test subjects who became test subjects, after all their senses were deprived, successively developed various problems such as confusion, emotional agitation, and intellectual impairment. 40% of the subjects also had hallucinations, and some even And therefore committed suicide.

"... They are like the black sun devil army! They recruited lovers, husband and wife, mother and child, and used electric currents to conduct perverted experiments, under the guise of testing human nature, to satisfy their curiosity.

"...I didn't find mine in the D laboratory. The experimenters told me that many people died from the frontal lobotomy. But they don't know how the corpses were handled, but they have seen... A handsome young man has changed from being lively and stubborn to an emotionless walking dead.

"...I don't know how I survived that period of time. I was immersed in great grief and hatred. I wanted to burn down this devil's hell, but the remaining sliver of reason told me that the only way to get rid of these devil's metamorphosis The exposure of deeds to the world is the greatest revenge and blood hatred.

"I gritted my teeth and stayed here to collect evidence and obtain first-hand information.

"...However, my identity as a gay man eventually came out.

"They put me on the table for a frontal lobotomy, and luckily, I was one of the few people who survived the surgery.

"So I was scheduled to continue with electroshock therapy.

"They want me to change, to make me feel ashamed of being gay, but how is that possible.

"In any era, there is no shortage of fearless heretics. And I am willing to be a sacrifice for the 'heterogeneous love' of this era.

"I have never been so brave, even if the electric current makes my flesh and bones convulse again and again.

"Amidst the insults and tramples, I am more determined than ever. I swear I love him word for word. I laugh and tell these 'righteous people': I am a gay, I will never back down, I will never be afraid , never change."

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"Kanglai's report material was delivered to the relevant departments and the newspaper office," Mu Yiran said in a low voice, "however, the newspaper office was instructed by the higher-ups to suppress this matter. The research institute was sealed up, and most of the materials and files were destroyed." destroy.

"Kang Lai was still alive at that time. He wanted to find his lover's body. However, because the research institute was closed, he was monitored for reporting. The higher authorities feared that he would reveal the matter, which would cause an irreparable storm of public opinion, and kept restricting his life. freedom of movement.

"Kang Lai, who was imprisoned, had no choice but to rely on painting to relieve depression and support his belief in living. This "Humanity" is his last and only work.

"He poured all his feelings and regrets into this painting, and what led to his depressing death was that he was never able to find his lover's body."

Ke Xun was silent for a long time, pinching the cup with his fingers, looking down at his blurred reflection on the water.

"Where is the original location of the research institute?" He asked.

"Square box art museum." Mu Yiran said.

"Didn't you find any remains during the demolition?" Ke Xun looked up at him.

"I found a table," Mu Yiran looked back at him calmly, "it lists all the dead test objects, as well as the burial place of the ashes, and the storage number of the urn."

"Where is the urn now?" Ke Xun asked.

Mu Yiran stood up and said calmly, "I'll go through the formalities tomorrow. When I was in the painting, I promised Kanglai that their graves should be combined."

"I'll go with you." Ke Xun said.

Mu Yiran didn't object, because even if he didn't bring this guy with him, he could still jump over by himself.

Mu Yi ran to leave, but suddenly heard the sound of Ke Xun standing up from the sofa behind his ears, stepped behind him in two steps, and hugged him from behind.

"The road ahead of people like us is actually very difficult for most people." Ke Xun's voice came from behind his shoulder.

Mu Yiran didn't move.

"So, if you don't want to lift the barrier against me, I won't force you." Ke Xun suddenly let go of his arms when he said this, "If keeping a distance can protect you, then I," he said, backed away , all the way back to the French window, Mu Yi suddenly turned around, saw him against the light, and raised a big smile at him, "I am willing to stand at this distance behind you to protect you well."

Mu Yiran looked at him, the light behind him shone on his body, making him look thoroughly warmed by the sun.

Mu Yiran looked at him for a long time, then suddenly moved his long legs and walked in front of him unhurriedly.

"Ke Xun," there was a hint of subtle magnetism in the cold voice, "You are really," he said, raising his hand, and his slender fingers clamped his chin, "talking too much."

Ke Xun was pressed against the windowpane with his eyes wide open.

The sound of knocking on the door came out at the right time, and Mu Yi suddenly let go of his hand, and while buttoning his cuffs, he turned and went to open the door.

It was Wei Dong and Qin Ci who came in. The two seemed to have just taken a shower after catching up on sleep, and they were still a little tired in the steam.

"Is Ke Er awake?" Wei Dong looked at the bed as soon as he entered the door, "Hey, where's the person?" After looking around for a while, he glanced at the person stuck on the French window, and asked Mu Yiran, "Is this your friend?"

your friend.Mu Yiran glanced at Wei Dong, ignored it, and turned around to answer the phone call.

Qin Ci looked at Ke Xun in a daze, and after a while he realized: "...Xiao Ke looks like a different person in this outfit, I don't even dare to recognize him."

Wei Dong was startled: "Fuck! Is that you, Ke Er?! Fuck! What are you doing! Have you been possessed?! What the hell are you wearing! This is going to change to the office seduction route ?"

"...shut up." Ke Xun tore himself from the floor-to-ceiling window, fingering the breath left by Mu Yiran on his chin, still a little dreamy, "Then what... are you hungry? Eat go."

"Okay, okay," Wei Dong rubbed his stomach, "My parents have never eaten in such a high-end hotel, and I haven't eaten all day, so hurry up."

Ke Xun walked up to Mu Yiran stepping on the cloud, and looked at him in a daze: "Please."

"Please." Mu Yiran also looked at him, slightly moving the corners of his lips, "What do you want to eat?"

Ke Xun was even more confused and didn't speak for a long time.

"What?" Mu Yiran continued to look at him leisurely while fastening the second button on his neckline, "Isn't he talking a lot?"

"...Ah." Ke Xun scratched his head.

It's not that our army is too ignorant, but that the enemy's offensive spirit is too strong...

Went to the two adjacent rooms to wake up Li Yaqing who was still sleeping and Zhu Haowen who had just taken a shower. After coming out of the painting, Qi Qiang and Huang Pi disappeared, and Qin Ci didn't have the kindness to chase after him and tell him to leave. Notes after painting.

Although Zhu Haowen was almost pierced into his brain by a sharp surgical awl in the painting, these not serious injuries have weakened and almost disappeared after the painting, so most of them recovered after a night of sleep. Sit in the restaurant of the hotel.

Qin Ci explained the follow-up precautions to Li Yaqing, and Ke Xun also made an appointment with her, and asked her to take Zhang Hanrui's home with her when the time came, and hand over Zhang Hanrui's mobile phone to her parents.

During the meal, Ke Xun remembered, and asked Zhu Haowen: "There are letters you wrote to me in your drawer, what did you write?"

Zhu Haowen picked up the food for himself, with no expression on his face: "Some things about the aftermath, probably only you can be entrusted to."

"Then what's the point of writing a letter? Tell me now. I'll remember it. It's really impossible to send a V letter." Ke Xun said.

Zhu Haowen looked down at the tip of his chopsticks: "Without letters, Kanglai will never be able to reunite with the one he loves again. When memories fade, when mobile phones are damaged, electronic messages may disappear, letters If you do, you can probably stay in this world for a longer time."

The author has something to say:

The four experiments described in this article have all existed in real history. Of course, the details and process of the experiments in this article have been exaggerated and exaggerated through spiritualization and dramatization, but the cruelty and perversion of the essence of the experiment may be far away. It's not as shocking as the ones that existed in reality.

Anthropology is a study of human beings, and perhaps the most difficult one in the world. After all, human nature is complex, and it will always refresh our cognition and three views in different fields and stages.