Undying Patient

Su Jinzhi froze and asked No. 1: "Are you sure?"

"It's not just I'm sure," Number One told him, "your target is pretty sure."

Sure enough, Jiang Lishan took his hand and pulled him behind him, watching Ai Shuai pushed away by the nurse, then took him to the office, handed him some snacks and books, and laughed: "Jin Would you like to sit here for a while? I'll take care of something and come back soon. "

Su Jinzhi looked up at him. The words the man said sounded easy, and there was no difference in the tone of coaxing him.

But this is just appearance.

Su Jinzhi said "um".

Jiang Lishan touched his head, bowed his head and kissed him on the corner of his lips: "I will let a nurse come here to accompany you, will I take you home after I deal with those things, okay?"

"Okay." Su Jinzhi also smiled at him. "I'm waiting for you, Doctor Jiang."

Jiang Lishan kissed him again, then pushed open the door and went out. Before going far, he heard Jiang Lishan pulled out his mobile phone and called people: "Ai Shuai was not a split personality, he was awake when he murdered."

Su Jinzhi asked No. 1: "Did I do a bad thing?"

Number one: "It's hard to say."

"I don't think so." Su Jinzhi said, "Ai Shuai killed so many people. Isn't it good that he was found to be disguised? He is going to be sent to the electric chair."

"coming"

"Uh-"

There were two crisp knocks at the door, blurring the voice of No. 1 and Su Jinzhi didn't hear what it said.

Su Jinzhi glanced back and saw a touch of white. He thought it was the nurse Jiang Lishan said would come in to accompany him. He didn't think much, turned his head back, and asked No. 1: "What did you just say?"

"I said." There was a sound of a lock coming from the door. He paused on the 1st, and then continued after the room was completely quiet. "Ai Shuai is here."

The doctor's office is not the same as the ward. The door of the ward cannot be unlocked and cannot be opened from the inside, but the doctor's door is unlocked, even if there is a key, it cannot be opened.

Su Jinzhi paused, and the potato chips in her mouth fell.

At the same time, a cool knife was attached to his neck, which was a scalpel, which was very cold and sharp.

"Hi, my little cute." Ai Shuai buried his head on the side of his neck, took a deep breath, and sighed, "You are so fragrant." Then, Ai Shuai used a knife, his shoulder, running along the collarbone. Paddling, he lifted the flesh around his neck completely.

Su Jinzhi hurried first, followed by unbearable severe pain, but Ai Shuai had already prepared. He took a cotton cloth and stuffed it into Su Jinzhi's mouth, making him unable to make a noise.

"Don't move, Mr. Su, otherwise I'm afraid this knife will hurt your body again." Ai Shuai grinned Su Jinzhi with a smile.

Su Jinzhi couldn't say anything. The feeling of separation of the flesh was too painful. When the spasm caused by the severe pain passed, physiological tears burst out.

"It's pitiful." Ai Shuai went to him and gently wiped the tears on his face. Only then did Su Jinzhi see him.

He was wearing a white nurse uniform, and his long hunger strike made his cheeks thin and sunken, like a skull wrapped in human skin. Su Jinzhi glanced at his breastplate, the nurse who had just pushed Ai Shuai to leave.

After Ai Shuai wiped his tears, he rolled up his sleeves gently again, lowered his head and bit a bite on his arm, almost biting off the piece of meat.

Su Jinzhi's body bounced a bit, breaking Ai Shuai's hand and pushing him to the ground, and **** his face fiercely, he felt that, anyway, Ai Shuai was so thin now, how could he resist it, can't just This was controlled by Ai Shuai and killed by him.

But there is always a certain difference between the metamorphosis and ordinary people. Before Su Jinzhi's fist touched Ai Shuai, Ai Shuai knocked him over, turned and pressed him to the ground, and the knife was against his neck, breathing. He was so anxious because of the excitement that the laughter became a little weird, like the breaking wind of "嗬 嗬": "Are you recently in love with Dr. Jiang? Mr. Su."

Su Jinzhi's pupils shrank, and she bit her lower lip without speaking.

"Don't admit it?" Ai Shuai tilted his head and his blue eyes were clear and crystal-like, "Don't deny it, I smelled it."

Ai Shuai bent down and sniffed his nose against his face: "I smell the sour smell of love that belongs to you two men, ha ha ha ha ha-!"

Ai Shuai laughed. Su Jinzhi looked over to the door. Jiang Lishan's office also had a small window. But now they were lying on the ground and couldn't see anything.

"I didn't expect that two men could be together." Ai Shuai smiled and licked his lips. "Mr. Su, you are very beautiful. Will you be the protagonist of my new dream?"

"Be your father," Su Jinzhi said to Ai Shuai.

Excessive blood loss caused his body temperature to drop rapidly. The blood-soaked sick clothes gradually became cold in the air, wrapping people tightly like ice cubes. Su Jinzhi raised his head, his consciousness was somewhat blurred, and he murmured subconsciously: " so cold"

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This sentence said that Su Jinzhi's eyes suddenly appeared a lot of pictures. It was difficult for him to tell the feeling at that moment. Su Jinzhi only felt that at that moment he seemed to be back in the dream. His eyes could still see the things in front, but his body was no longer Under his control.

He saw the young man crying with his arms in his dream. After saying these three words, he suddenly stopped everything and stared straight at the wooden door in front of him.

"Little beast!" The wooden door was kicked open by his father. The fierce adult man breathed quickly, his eyes widened, as if it were about to fall out, he was swearing in his mouth and said something awkward Words, but the momentum has become a little weak because of intense breathing, "I haven't told you? Tell you not to make noodles again-"

The speech stopped abruptly, and the adult man took a big breath and seemed to find something wrong. A person doing such a dangerous business must learn to look at things, otherwise he won't even know when he will die.

Now he can clearly feel that the youth in the yard has become an individual-that person is not his son.

His breathing was still heavy, and his fingers and soles gradually became numb with the rising fear of subtleness. He took a step back, but felt a few strokes because of numbness in his hands and feet.

Seeing his fearful appearance, the young man in the courtyard suddenly tilted his head to the side and smiled slightly.

His face was white, his lips were pale, and his eyes were inexorably blue-gray. There was still a pool of blood on the snow next to him, dripping from his arm.

The adult man saw this, and his chest was more undulating. He was clearly breathing into the lungs, but he felt that he couldn't breathe. His chest was stuffy like a boulder. When he spoke again, his voice became weaker. Then, with some panting: "Smelly, boy, what do you think?"

When the young man heard his words, the smile on his face disappeared. He stared at the man, bent down slightly, picked up the axe he used to chop wood from the ground, and strode toward the man.

"You and you!" The man widened his eyes, the door could not be closed, and kept receding. He wanted to turn away from the house, but the suffocation in his chest and the numbness from his limbs quickly made him act. It became extremely slow, and after tripping his heel on the coffee table, he even sat on the sofa and couldn't move.

His entire body is no longer conscious, and it is unnaturally spasmodic. The numbness of ten thousand ants is spreading around every corner of his body. He moved his lips and could not say a word. With wide eyes, he watched the young man approaching himself with an axe.

The young man looked at him as if looking at a piece of inanimate wood. The man looked at his eyes. Fear was like a cage covering his entire body. His head could not turn, but he could watch the young man walking behind him from the light. Raised his hand and pressed his forward, making the fragile neck and spine violently exposed in the sight of the youth.

"Hum--!" The man lowered his head and panted, his paralyzed throat was out of his control, preventing him from speaking smoothly, and only widening his eyes, staring at the dark sandy floor in front of him. .

He wanted to turn his head to look at the youth, but he still couldn't.

Then, his neck felt cold, and the back of his brain was hit hard by something, and his vision suddenly widened. In the red blood sprayed by the sky, he finally saw the youth's face as expected, and He had no corpse of his own head-the young man cut off his head like chopping wood.

And the young man who cut off his father's head, watching the nasty man say nothing more, wiped the blood on his face, carefully avoided the blood on the floor, went outside and sat down with the The sleeve wiped the blood on the axe, threw it back in place, and sat on a stake, staring at the blood flowing down the snow, without saying a word.

He didn't move his body slightly until dusk.

The backyard was a little dark at this time, because all the sunset and sunset were blocked by the hut. The young man stood up from the stake, raised his arms and hugged himself, and murmured softly, "It's so cold."

so cold.

These three words appeared repeatedly in Su Jinzhi's dream, with a frequency similar to that of a headless corpse, a human head and a blood-red room, but he was always ignored because it was too ordinary.

However, the three seemingly ordinary words are the switching points of the original guest and guest.

The subject personality and the object personality's memory are not connected. At this moment, Su Jinzhi finally understands why he will not continue to dream that dream, because the remaining memories are all object personality.

At the end of the dream, it was connected to the original dream-he saw the subject's personality appeared, looked at the wooden house in doubt, pushed open the wooden door and went in. Later, he kicked a man's head, a headless body sitting on the sofa, and the head he held in his hand was the head of his father who looked a bit like him.

The head opened his eyes and stared at him dead-eyed.

The author has something to say: We thundered and rained here, and the power was cut off again, my computer's power was not enough

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