71 Black Dentist (Part 2)

Did she go to this dentist before she died?

My profession is a dentist.

But there was a person living in my teeth. I don’t know how to describe it. One day I got up and brushed my teeth, and suddenly I heard a voice:

Hello--

I was the only one in the house, the bathroom was empty, I looked in the mirror, and my face looked numb.

Hello--

He called me again.

Did the sound seem to be coming from my teeth? I don't know why, but it felt like it was really coming from my teeth.

I tapped my teeth with the toothbrush and heard a muffled sound. He didn't say anything else.

After I wash up, I head to work. This is my daily routine. The dentist's office is located in a slum, and I live in the same complex. I can just walk downstairs to work, and the commute takes no more than five minutes.

This clinic was left to me by my father. On the way to the dentist's office, I have to go through a dark corridor. I grew up here.

Later, my father passed away. I heard that there was metal pollution here, so some neighbors moved away, but new neighbors moved in.

The new neighbors are all defective products. They know they are going to die very early. Once they get the money, they will take a new hallucinogen called Black Dream, which will corrode their teeth over time.

I never find them annoying because they come to me to fix their broken teeth.

When doing business, the most frightening thing is that one day you will have no customers, but I have a constant source of customers.

Due to technological development, many dentists have been replaced by machines, and dentistry has become a somewhat retro profession. Now many medical cabins can provide dental treatment, which is painless, more precise than humans, and the whole experience is excellent.

But it's expensive.

Many people simply look down on me and can only come to me for handicraft work.

I have been serving these people and they call me the Black Dream Dentist.

They say I specialize in making a living from the aftereffects of hallucinogens, and I never deny it. There is nothing to deny.

The tycoons at the top are devouring the people at the bottom, exploiting them layer by layer, and I am just at the last end of the food chain.

I can't save these defective products, but I can fix their teeth.

Every day I have to go through a lot of defective products before I can return to my clinic. I often feel that someone wants to kill me. They just lie there in the corner, and maybe one day they will take too much and have hallucinations, and then kill me.

I've always had this awareness, but I've never thought about moving. I think it's okay if it ends like this.

Sometimes I am very curious, what exactly is that black dream?

Why do they lie in the corner after smoking? Isn’t the corner dirty?

But I never tried to go beyond the norm. I just repeated my life every day, waking up, going to work, opening the patient's mouth, and seeing a mouth full of black teeth. After a long time, I could even recognize who the person was by his teeth.

There is actually very little I can do, because no matter how I repair the teeth, they will continue to decay, so I am only treating the symptoms and not the root cause.

But I have been observing these people's teeth. Everyone's teeth are different, and each tiny tooth seems to have an independent life.

What a strange thought, I haven't even taken the Black Dream and I'm already hallucinating.

Days passed like this until my teeth started talking.

At first he just called me, Hello!

Hello--

These "hellos" have different tones, as if they are used to express different moods. I find it very annoying and too noisy.

Really, he is more annoying than those defective products. When he speaks, his voice will be transmitted accurately into my mind. I can't escape it, nor can I block my ears.

No matter how loud I blasted the music, it couldn't drown out the sound of my teeth.

I asked other people if they could hear it.

The assistant doctor looked at me in horror, as if I had asked a very strange question.

No one can hear it, only I can hear it, so I am the only one he can bother.

This is so uncomfortable. There is a person living in one person's teeth, or in other words, one person living in another person's teeth.

This must be hard on both of us.

Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be the person living in my teeth. What does he do every day?

Do you also brush your teeth every morning after waking up?

I took a lot of pictures of my teeth, one every day. I wanted to find where they were and understand them better.

But no matter what machine I used, or what means I employed, I could not find him.

I even went to another dentist, but that doctor couldn't find what was wrong with me and instead referred me to a psychiatrist.

So unprofessional.

I came here to see a dentist, why did you ask me to see a psychologist?

I spent money to see a medical cabin that specializes in dental treatment. The cost was very high, costing 30,000 Singapore dollars per visit.

The so-called high-tech medical cabin did not detect any problems. "Your teeth are healthy." The mechanical female voice in the medical cabin said to me.

I was disappointed, but I still kept this habit. The first thing I did when I went to work every day was to turn on the instrument and take a picture of my teeth.

Over time, my house was filled with photos of teeth, and they all looked the same with no difference at all.

But I feel that these photos are beautiful. I am a dentist and I pay great attention to protecting my teeth. Every tooth is very healthy.

Sometimes I look at these teeth with admiration, as if I were patrolling my territory.

Later, he seemed to have learned to speak. He didn't just say hello, he said his first words.

"toothache."

Then a more complete sentence: "I have a toothache."

"Doctor, I have a toothache."

I often hear this sentence: Doctor, I have a toothache. This is how I usually start the conversation with every patient.

At this time, I would patiently ask him which tooth hurts and why it hurts. I would tap the surface of his tooth and ask if it is here. I would turn on the headlight, look into his mouth, and carefully observe his bad tooth.

Doctor, I have a toothache.

This is how I would normally handle it.

But he confuses me because he lives in my teeth and I can't see his mouth or his teeth.

Is there a person living in his teeth?

Will the person in his teeth also tell him that his tooth hurts?

This is getting annoying, I thought.

My patience has its limits. He can call me "hey, hey, hey" like this, but he can't yell in my teeth day and night: "Doctor! My teeth hurt!"

I mean, that's rude.

Very rude.

I was doing root canal treatment on someone that day. When he shouted like that, my hands shook and I lost control of the electric drill, and I almost pierced the patient's cheek.

I paid some money as compensation. The other party was a defective product. He was almost dying, but he still chose to come to my clinic to cheat me.

I lost half my fortune.

Then I began to think about this matter carefully. I couldn’t go on like this. I must have encountered some problems and needed to save myself.

I posted on an anonymous support forum, hoping someone could help me.

But they all laughed at me in a sarcastic tone, and I was very patient, responding to them as I would to every one of my patients.

"I'm not kidding, I'm serious. He said he had a toothache, and I'm a dentist..."

I replied to messages from netizens tirelessly, but no one cared about me, they all laughed at me.

This incident makes me more sad than the person in the teeth. Why are so many people talking about it and why are so many people replying to this post.

But no one cares about me?

Why can't they hear me? I mean, I'm talking, but they don't seem to hear me, they just keep talking to themselves.

We were all talking, but we were not communicating.

"Doctor, I have a toothache." The little man started again.

"Doctor, I'm in so much pain, can you save me? It's so crowded here."

Of course it will be crowded. Teeth are so small that there is not much space left even if they are completely hollowed out.

Then I'll save you.

Saving lives is a doctor's duty. I feel like I'm a little arrogant. I should treat all patients equally. One of these patients is in my teeth, and I only just remember to help him now.

Very unkind.

I want to be a kind and responsible person.

The clinic has had few patients since the last incident. My assistant doctor suspected that I was sick and he resigned a long time ago.

I am the only one in the clinic now, and what I do will not be discovered by others.

I picked up the electric drill in front of the mirror, feeling a little nervous. They say that doctors don't treat themselves, and I have never checked my own teeth.

The high-speed rotating electric drill was aimed at my teeth. Actually, I didn't know where it was, so I could only try one by one.

My first target was the third tooth on my lower right side. I can’t explain why I chose it first. I was thinking that if I were to live in a person’s tooth, this tooth would be more comfortable. It looks spacious and clean.

Buzz buzz buzz——

When the machine started, it made a buzzing sound. The high-speed rotation of the electric drill generated friction and produced a certain temperature. I smelled the smell of the electric drill drilling open the teeth, the smell of the teeth being crushed into pieces.

I drilled a hole in that tooth. If that tooth really is someone's home, then the ceiling of his house must have been lifted up.

I took a look under a very powerful light and it was empty, just an ordinary tooth.

I'm a little disappointed. Where are you?

"Doctor, I have a toothache." He called me again.

"Don't rush me." I started to get annoyed.

Then comes the second tooth, which is empty.

The third tooth is empty.

The fourth tooth is empty...

I held an electric drill and drilled one tooth after another, like a lumberjack rushing into the forest. After the sound of the electric drill, big trees fell one after another, leaving deep holes in my teeth.

I only have one good tooth left.

He should be here.

When I faced my rotten teeth, I actually felt a sense of relief. This matter was about to be over.

It's almost over.

I aimed the electric drill at the tooth, I heard the familiar buzzing sound, I smelled the smell of tooth chips, and I felt the high temperature generated by friction.

It's so real, as if it's right next to me. Not only my teeth can feel it, but my whole body can feel it.

Buzz buzz buzz——

There was a loud roar overhead and the ceiling cracked.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, which was falling apart as if something was trying to get in.

Electric drill, I saw the head of the electric drill coming in, and under the high-speed rotation, the wall of the ceiling was drilled open, and pieces of gravel flew everywhere.

I should stop, but I can't.

I watched as a huge electric drill fell from the sky.

…

"Thank you everyone, my problem is solved."

This was the last sentence the dentist left in the forum.

Zhu Ning kept flipping through the pages. The dentist only said that there was a person living in his teeth. When he appeared again, he just said that it was solved. The amount of information was very low, and netizens seemed to be very dissatisfied with such a story.

"What? The story isn't finished yet. Where's that person?"

"How did you solve it? Can you tell me? I've also been having people talking in my teeth lately."

"Is that upstairs real or just fishing? It's a bit scary."

"Although I don't know what happened to the poster, I wish you peace in the future." This is the warmest sentence in the entire post.

Unfortunately, I didn’t receive a reply, the poster never showed up again, and the post quickly became obsolete.

People immediately focus on other people's problems, but they also feel strange when they mention it. Yes, there was once a person who said that there was a person living in his teeth, and he kept telling himself that he had a toothache.

What happened next?

Later on I didn’t know anymore, maybe I couldn’t continue making up stories.

He said he was cured.

This is the last reply from a netizen on the post.

The dentist didn't explain how he solved the problem.

Could it be that the dentist himself is also a person living in the teeth?

The dentist's office is located in a slum, very close to Zhu Ning's previous beehive, only a fifteen-minute walk away.

Zhu Ning remembered that she needed a contaminated area to lure away the killers from Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. Prometheus sent her another address, not this one.

Prometheus probably felt that this place was not suitable for luring people away, or he wanted to ensure that Zhu Ning would be the first to come into contact with the clue after entering.

There must be something in there.

The entire post reveals very little information and is a bit weird and nonsensical, but it makes people feel uncomfortable after reading it.

Song Zhizhang was clearly still telling Lin Xiaofeng a bedtime story, his gentle voice coming through the wall, and this was a place that Zhu Ning subconsciously thought was very safe, but she felt a chill on her back.

After watching it, it felt like something was crawling wetly on my back.

There is no need to go to the scene, the mental pollution has already been transmitted through the screen.

A very strong smell of pollution.

bite--

System prompt: [Congratulations on triggering the random mission: Black Dentist's Clinic. Mission objectives: Help the dentist untie his knot, find the secret of toothache, assist in finding the truth behind death, and purify the dentist's clinic. This mission is random and not mandatory. Please choose whether to accept.]

[This mission will automatically close before dawn, please make your decision carefully.]

Here we go again, this mission hides the truth behind Zhu Ning's death.

But what does Zhu Ning’s death have to do with dentistry?

Did she go to this dentist before she died?

What does it mean to untie the dentist's knot? How do you untie the knot of pollutants? Is Zhu Ning going to work part-time as a psychologist for the polluted world?

Zhu Ning clicked yes.

[The mission has been successfully accepted. Please complete it before dawn.]

The author has something to say:

Everyone should brush their teeth well. The first half is from the dentist's personal perspective, so Ning Bao doesn't know.

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