A journey of seven souls escaping from the basement

"If that's what I'm going to do... then that's it."

"Do you know what you are talking about? That is death, do you understand death? You just accept it so easily? I'm not kidding you, Yabu."

"It's very good now. You can't be too greedy, right?" Yabu lowered his head and rubbed his knuckles. He allowed himself to show only positive emotions, "Doctor, everyone will have an ending, but mine was a little earlier. Some."

"..." The doctor looked up at the ceiling, slowly closed his eyes, and while quietly thinking about something, he inhaled and exhaled regularly, "That's it."

From the beginning, the direction was wrong.

Beauty cannot make him stop, only suffering can make him stop.

"That's it..." The doctor seemed to exhale all the air in his lungs. After a long sigh, he finally lowered his head, "...I'm so sad, Yabu."

"It is true that the death of relatives and friends is difficult to resolve, but as a doctor, you must continue to move forward. After all, clinging to fragments of the past like me will not last long. There should be many people who care about you and stay with you, right?" He opened his arms to the doctor and asked: "However, if you are really sad, doctor, a comforting hug from a good friend is still okay. Do you need it, doctor?"

She seemed to have become an emotional person again, with an expression of helplessness and relief on her face. A wry smile appeared at the corner of her mouth and she glanced at Yabu with open arms beside her. She briefly reached out and hugged him, then relaxed. He opened his mouth and sat back down.

"Maybe I really should give up."

squeak--

"Dalia's goal is to see the oasis, maybe this can help you." As the soda was squeezed out and the sound of gas escaping was heard, the doctor raised his head and took a sip into his mouth, "Ahem... ..”

But probably because the doctor had just finished speaking, he drank too quickly and his throat was injured. In addition, the drink itself was very strong.

The doctor suddenly covered his mouth before he could swallow a mouthful, and coughed violently with a painful expression. The drink in his hand fell out and spilled all over him. As it soaked into the doctor's clothes, it made a squeaky sound of bursting bubbles. .

"Doctor! Paper, paper, paper!"

The doctor covered his mouth, suddenly lowered his head and rummaged around in the drawer of the table in front of him to find something, and the cloth beside him was not idle at this moment.

As soon as the drink was poured out, he immediately took out some tissues he had brought with him, took out some and hurriedly approached the doctor and handed them to her.

When he saw the doctor taking the paper towel with the hand covering his mouth and wiping it, Yabu quickly took out some more, leaned down and lowered his head, and helped the doctor wipe his clothes.

His instinct of caring for the doctor made him temporarily forget everything he had done before. While he continued to help the doctor clean up, he did not forget to give the doctor habitual instructions.

"Don't drink so fast, doctor, no one will compete with you... ugh...?"

......what happened?

Why...are you speechless?

wrong......

Yabu's hand, which was originally holding a tissue, seemed to be suddenly pressed down by the soft tissue. Both his body and spirit seemed to be stuffed into the mud, slow and difficult to control.

But in an instant, even the remaining control over his body was completely stripped away. It was as if the entire skeleton of his body had dissolved, with no part of it playing the supporting role it was supposed to play.

Yabu's body was leaning forward to wipe the doctor's clothes. After he lost the power to use his body, his whole body was pushed by gravity and sent into the doctor's arms. He was like a stupid prey that jumped into the doctor's arms. Prepare to eat yourself in the hands of the hunter.

"I'm so sad that you chose the past instead of who I am now."

"Bo...sh...?"

The doctor hugged Yabu tightly into his arms, and Yabu's last trace of consciousness was completely blocked as the doctor reached out and gently stroked Yabu's eyelids down.

He felt that the whole world was dark, and the only external information he could receive was the sweet smell of the drink the doctor poured on him, the touch of the doctor's slender fingers caressing his face, and...

There was something at the neck that penetrated into his body, forcefully injecting cold liquid into his body.

"I've given up talking to you, I've given up on cheating, hiding, and compromising. I'm sorry, but now I'm going to take some extreme measures..."

The doctor looked down at Yabu who was in his arms and could no longer answer. The hand that had just been rummaging through the drawer held a small transparent object and slowly raised it from Yabu's neck to his eyes.

She stared at the needleless syringe that had been completely emptied. Her eyes were as turbid and cold as stagnant water, revealing happiness, but there was also a contradictory hollowness about it.

That chilling gaze was looking through the transparent tube body, licking the Yabu who had completely lost consciousness and was tightly locked in her arms.

"Look, let me just say..."

Really, it's easy to be fooled.

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*The doctor has rehearsed the method of attacking Yabu countless times in his mind.

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Chapter 85 Can golden light appear when the handbag is opened?

Today is the third day in Rhode Island.

"Everything is beautiful, isn't it, Yabu?"

Although the sun cannot directly shine into the interior of the Rhode Island cabin, the sporadically moving crowd gives off the early-morning atmosphere of people who have just woken up or simply stayed up all night, making people aware that it is already morning. .

The doctor is also among these people. She is like a person who gets up early to go to work. She is walking alone in the corridor of Rhodes Island, moving from her room to the office at two o'clock as usual.

But there is one thing that is different today, that is, when the doctor went to the office today, he also pushed a trolley with guardrails.

Looking from a distance, the trolley is packed full of documents. Just seeing it gives people a heavy feeling, and makes people feel numb from the bottom of their hearts due to the workload of the doctor.

Many people greeted the doctor along the way, and many of them saw the doctor pushing so many things and wanted to step forward to help.

"Doctor, let me help you." An enthusiastic operator passing by saw the doctor's thin body pushing so many things, and wanted to step forward to help the documents that were about to fall out.

"......Eh?"

In the not-too-large cart, there was an extra-large black leather handbag pressed under the pile of documents. It was stuffed under the cart, and it looked like it could barely fit in. It wasn't too big. in the trolley.

"Doctor, why do you put things like this?"

Logically speaking, when organizing things, you should first put regular-shaped documents at the bottom to maximize the use of space, and then put irregular-shaped things on top of the documents.

But now the bulging leather bag is piled under the documents, making it impossible for the documents to remain stable. They can only be piled up in a mess on the bag, and it looks like a few of them will fall out at any time.

"My mind was a little messy when I was cleaning it up. I didn't think too much about it. It ended up like this after finishing it, but it's not bad. Anyway, I have to pour it all out and clean it up again when I get to the office." The doctor supported the handle of the cart with both hands. On the ground, some seemed a little embarrassed about this and complained to the operator who wanted to help.

"But there's no need to help, it doesn't take much effort. Just let me do it by myself. He's quite honest and won't run away." As he spoke, the doctor narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the cart, with a smile on his face. A hint of smile, "You go ahead and do your work, don't be late."

Faced with the doctor's polite refusal, the operator who wanted to step forward to help did not say anything more. He waved goodbye to the doctor and headed towards his work station.

Facing the enthusiastic operator, the doctor naturally did not respond with indifference. He watched the operator meaningfully with a smile on his face and left. After that, the doctor continued to push the car and walked towards his office unhurriedly.

"... He didn't move around, he was very good." The doctor leaned forward and pressed his hands on the handle of the cart, whispering something to the front as if talking to himself.

It would be better to say...I can't move at all.

Although he didn't walk very fast, the journey to the office was not long in the first place.

Not long after, the doctor pushed the trolley to the office door, opened the office door with his work ID, pushed the trolley in, and immediately locked the door and took out his terminal. .

"Let me see, let me see...Okay, so no one will see me."

After relying on the door and using his own terminal authority to turn off all the monitors in the room, the doctor pushed the trolley to his seat. After sitting down, he slowly sorted the files from the trolley into his own. on the desktop.

Just like leaving your favorite strawberries on a cake for last, after all the documents were taken out, only the huge black bag was left in the cart. It felt a little strange to stay empty in the cart. .

The doctor turned around, clasped his hands together and put them on his lips, looking at the bag in the cart. The depths of his pupils revealed a twisted sense of peace of mind and happiness that made those who saw it feel depressed.

There were no lights on in the room, and only the curtains behind the doctor that were not completely blackout were left in the room, emitting some faint light under the push of the sun.

But this tiny amount of light did not improve the room in any way. Instead, it made the room look particularly strange because of the silent manner of the doctor sitting in his seat.

The doctor just looked at it, quietly, as if he was looking at the contents inside through the outer cover of the bag, and as if he was calming down the emotions that he had suppressed for too long and were about to overflow.

Maybe it was just a few seconds or maybe a few minutes later, she finally stood up from her seat and lowered the guardrail next to the trolley to use it as a ramp to assist in transportation.

She carefully pulled the leather bag off the cart bit by bit, then slowly opened the zipper and looked at the "valuable item" inside that she needed to handle with care.

That was a living person, with his chest still rising and falling as he breathed.

"Today is also a beautiful day. Just work here with me."

Seeing that the body in the bag was restricted by various metal equipment, ropes and silk objects, and that the person was curled up with his hands and feet together, the doctor stretched out his hand as if cherishing his precious belongings, gently stroking the other person's hair. Silk.

"Good morning, Yabu?"

While saying good morning to Yabu cordially, the doctor squatted next to the handbag, leaned down and slowly opened the zipper of the handbag wider.

"Ah...it's very boring. Let me untie it for you." The doctor talked to Yabu in a soothing tone, as if he had completely forgotten who made Yabu look like this. " He didn’t move or make any noise along the way, he was very obedient.”

After fully exposing the mask, the doctor reached out and fumbled to untie the buckle on the back of the mask's head, and skillfully removed the mask-like thing on the other person's face.

This mask-like thing is connected to a plastic pipe, and the pipe is connected to a small oxygen tank that is stuffed into the bag together with the cloth.

This is not only to prevent Yabu from suffocating due to lack of oxygen, but also to prevent Yabu from making too much noise on the road.

But now that we are in an office with excellent sound insulation, such things are not needed for the time being.

"You pushed me in the stroller before, but now I push you. This matter is even."

"Cough...cough..."

"Ah, sorry..."

The person inside the handbag...

...If being packaged like this can really be called a human being.

He seemed to want to cough, but it seemed that he couldn't even muster the strength to cough. He could only let his body twitch and cough twice.

From this point of view, even without a mask, Yabu, who was so exhausted that he could only collapse like mud, could not make any sound.

Looking at Yabu who seemed a little uncomfortable, the doctor seemed to really feel guilty. He caressed the red marks on Yabu's face where he had been strangled by the mask, and apologized in his mouth.

However, I am not apologizing for turning Yabu into this.

"...I'm sorry, I haven't done it in practice for a long time, so I made a slight error in the dosage."

I just think that what I did is not perfect enough.

"But don't worry, it won't happen again. I have recalculated the dosage."

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*Everything must be beautiful.

*... sane madman.

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Chapter 86 Become a plaything

Anyone who is even remotely normal would feel chills running down their backs when they see Yabu's current appearance because of the doctor's pathological desire for control and tactics.

After taking advantage of Yabu's trust and injecting the drug into his body at close range, Yabu, who had completely lost the qualification to resist, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The doctor started the "production" she had already prepared.

The hands and wrists were crossed behind the waist, and the doctor tied them tightly with soft and tough cloth, and then the hands were dragged and tied to the waist with ropes.

For the legs, the two ankles were first tied together, and then the ropes tied to the ankles were pulled backward and upward, causing the knees to curl up, and the two ankles were also pulled and tied to the roots of the thighs.

Looking down, Yabu's whole body looks like a letter "Z" that has been squeezed hard. His hands, feet, and body are tied together with ropes and cloth. If he wants to move anywhere, he will be affected. the whole body.

For Yabu, who had been stripped of his bones and unable to exert any strength due to the drug, this was as hopeless and helpless as if his whole body had been pierced by steel bars and then fixed to the ground.

But even to this extent, it is only the slightest of all the things the Doctor has done.

On the wrist of his right hand that was tied to his waist, there was a translucent white bracelet that seemed to be filled with liquid. It clung to Yabu's skin, ready to insert an injection needle at any time.

This was originally a device used to inject medicines to patients on time under some special circumstances, but now it was used by the doctor on Yabu.

The bracelet is filled with drugs prepared by the doctor, and the drugs will be injected into Yanbu's body at regular intervals according to the drug's effect, depriving him of the power to control his body and mind.

In this method of regularly injecting drugs, except for a few time periods scheduled by the doctor to chat with Yabu, Yabu will always be in a state of mental breakdown, preventing him from having the ability to think.

Of course, in order to avoid some unpleasant accidents, the doctor put a gray-black collar around Yabu's neck.

But that is not so much a collar as a metal ring with a certain thickness. It may not be heavy under normal circumstances, but the cloth itself that is not allowed to accumulate any strength cannot be called a normal situation. He can only let it go Gravity pulled his neck and pinned him to the ground.

The doctor got the metal collar from Ceria. According to the other party, it was a torture tool used in a prison to detain prisoners, and it could inhibit the imprisoned person's Originium skills.This can completely seal off the possibility of Yabu using Source Stone skills and avoid some unexpected accidents that the doctor doesn't want to happen.

After that, in order to prevent Yabu from using his somewhat evil ability to cut off connections, the doctor used a completely opaque black silk fabric as an eye mask. After tightening Yabu's eyes, he continued to wrap it around several times. He circled and tied a tight knot, making it impossible for him to open his eyes, completely abolishing this ability of Yabu.

It’s like adding layers of safes to the safe like a matryoshka doll. All the insurance measures that the doctor had been imagining since unknown times found opportunities at this moment, and they were all poured into him regardless of their usefulness. cloth body.

"Doctor... Doctor..." Yabu, whose eyes were covered and only his mouth could move, seemed to want to say something to the doctor, but after saving up the strength for a long time, he could only I could only barely call out the doctor's name.

"I'm here, did you miss me?"

The current Yabu is not so much a person as a living object, a doctor's personal belongings.

Being put on a mask and compressed into a handbag, and being carried from the bedroom to the office by the doctor like a personal belonging, it's not because the doctor has any evil intentions or revenge...