Gray Patient Prison 4
One hand rested on the windowsill, and when it exerted force, the scabbed red flesh under the translucent nails broke into pieces, like several wounds on a riverbed that had been dry for a long time.
Zhou Yanan grabbed the riverbed and pulled the girl, who had countless warm rivers flowing in her body, into the room.
Because what she touched was a cold blood clot, she thought that something had happened to the person the organization was looking for. She was afraid of saying more and making more mistakes, so she stepped aside and stared at Yin Sui for a long time.
After the incident with the bowl, Yinsui learned a lesson and became extra cautious, just imitating others without saying a word.
Ji Xunjin came up and noticed the tense atmosphere. It was understandable that two quiet people gathered together without talking to each other. He was the first to break the silence, nodded to Zhou Yanan as a greeting, and then confirmed again: "You are not injured, right? It would be troublesome to get injured in here."
When I ran into her before, I took a quick look and found no major bleeding spots. The red pigment on half of her body came from someone else, but there is a difference between men and women. The other minor wounds were covered by clothes, so I can only ask the person herself.
"No, someone else's blood."
Zhou Yanan let out a long sigh: "It's good that nothing happened." Even if there is human intervention, there are still many people coming and going here, and high-rise buildings are piled up layer by layer. Besides, the psychological pressure of dealing with people you know is much greater.
Ji Xunjin said politely, "If there's anything I can help you with later, please let me know."
Talking about her areas of expertise, she suddenly became confident: "Just rest, don't worry, I handle it every time, I'm already familiar with it."
"Is it okay if there's a statue down there?"
"Medicine God, it's okay. It comes here often but never interferes with what I'm doing. It seems to just want to be a spectator. Maybe it's overwhelmed? The city is developing better and better, and there are more and more people. There are countless people who are chronically ill. The space is crowded with people coming and going. Anyway, I remember that a long time ago, it could almost clear it out with one visit. Now it can't do that. Taking away even one tenth is a problem. Anyway, being left behind by it is no different from me coming here, so it doesn't care. Unlike other spatial statues, they will get angry for snatching vengeful spirits."
Yin Sui didn't show it on her face, but she was a little surprised in her heart. She saw that their organizational style was to kill all the non-human existences in the space. However, when Zhou Yanan mentioned the dangerous "Medicine God" in Ji Xunjin's mouth, her tone was familiar and relaxed, as if she was talking about old friends.
"You came in and encountered someone with a scary appearance. Were you scared?"
Ji Xunjin didn't respond.
Yin Sui realized that this was a question to him, and being used to being reserved with strangers, he only said, "A little."
"They are actually quite miserable, but their misery does not prevent them from causing trouble to the living. If they continue like this, they will also suffer, so it is necessary to do something to end it all, don't you think?" The seemingly quiet woman couldn't stop talking once she started, and spoke ramblingly.
Not understanding how this related to her, she nodded in agreement: "That's right."
"But many newcomers simply can't accept it. The last one vomited a lot. He's still too young."
"Yes." The response was a little awkward.
Ji Xunjin chimed in, "After all, you haven't seen enough. You only see the surface but lack the insight into the underlying meaning."
The word "meaning" briefly filled the void in her chest. Zhou Yanan no longer felt "hungry", her rapid breathing subsided, and her face became rosy, as if there was a cluster of flames baking inside.
When she was satisfied, she stopped begging for food. She finished her speech and smiled slightly. "It's almost time. How about I treat you to dinner after work? I haven't chatted with young people for a long time. I always feel out of touch with society."
"I should thank you for your help."
"Don't try to pay with me, a working kid. Okay, I'm leaving now." Reassured by Ji Xunjin, she said to Yin Sui alone, "If you can't stand it, you don't have to watch it."
Yinsui has been dealing with only a specific group of people for a long time, so she is not very good at chatting with younger city people, especially those who have drastic mood swings and exaggerated expressions. It can be seen that she likes to be flattered, but she won't do it. She can only express her recognition of her role as a teacher.
"I will study hard."
"Not really." Having said that, Zhou Yanan was indeed amused for a while by the student's words and left happily.
There were only two of them left in the room. Yin Sui, who had nothing to do, fiddled with the blood scabs on his clothes. They were all clumped together, so he tore off a large piece at a time, like playing with tape, which was quite relaxing.
“There’s a bathroom in this house.”
Ji Xunjin led her in.
The owner of this room was staying in the bathroom. She was a haggard woman with a hard-to-conceal beauty. In contrast to the shriveled Qin Xiao, her abdomen was abruptly raised like a hill, pushing up her loose nightgown. She was kneeling on the ground in prayer, solemnly vomiting out her black and red internal organs, endlessly, with her hands pressing on her stomach as if to squeeze out all the blood and flesh.
The fluid mixture fragments fell into the dark blue bucket. Ji Xunjin made way, and Yin Sui could see the bottom of the bucket. It was empty. Then, the tangled intestines slid in unimpeded, and disappeared the moment they touched the bottom, like a whole water-jet sculpture that absorbed water from the bottom and then spit it out from the mouth. The woman's face happened to be the color of plaster.
"Not just the sick, anyone with extreme physical distress can come in. The criteria for determining a space tends to be idealistic."
"She doesn't want to get pregnant?"
Clear water flowed from the faucet. When she reached out to rinse her hands, the water turned light red, giving her the illusion that she was being drenched in the woman's vomit, as if she had also become a part of the circular sculpture.
"Well, she tried to make the fetus into a parasitic monster, but due to various reasons, she couldn't abort it. The hallucination that her organs would be chewed up by the fetus forced her to vomit out the damaged organs and the child."
That's so hopeless.
Yinsui felt very sorry for what happened to the woman. He didn't even dare to look at her any longer. He hurriedly turned off the water and returned to where the window was.
"When the situation gets worse, she'll be free. What Ms. Zhou is doing is speeding up the whole process. However, Ms. Zhou sometimes can't be sure whether it's meaningful, so she needs to repeatedly seek answers from outside. Please forgive me for asking too many questions."
"No, I'm just not very good at responding. Um... can you tell me why it's a relief when things get bad?"
"Liberation is just a nice way of saying it. It really just means it's gone, completely gone. The pain is gone, and so is hope. Whether or not it's needed depends on the individual, but they themselves can't rationally comment on it, and neither can the people who help them or the bystanders. Actually, it's more accurate to describe Ms. Zhou's work as "processing," because we stand on the side of the living, helping the living outside."
Therefore, the fundamental purpose is simply to solve the problem, and the mood of the person being replaced is not taken into consideration.
After understanding the implied meaning of the "unpleasant" part, Yinsui thanked the answer without comment.
Processing is really the most appropriate term.
I don’t know what the woman is doing downstairs, and there is no woman in sight when I look out the window.
When Yinsui lowered his head to look for it, the answer fell from the sky.
The man in synthetic work clothes led the way, followed by many faces I had seen before and those I hadn't seen before. They passed by the window like raindrops, falling at different speeds. The man took at least ten floors longer to cover the distance from the third floor to the ground.
When I got down there, the colorful clothes couldn't hold my flesh back, and the stuff inside my skin rolled out and scattered all over the floor.
Red and white, one after another.
It was very strange. When they were standing or lying down, they all looked weird and lifeless. But when they were spread out, they looked more lively. Especially the spread-out limbs arched on the ground, like earthworms eager to hide underground, moving in thin strips intertwined with each other.
This is similar to a fish. If it sinks to the bottom of the water, people will suspect it is dead. Only when you fish it out and see it jumping around can you confirm that it is alive.
Red scales and white flesh.
White skin, red flesh.
The bowl in the distance seemed to sound again. As I watched, my head began to feel dizzy, but this time there was no darkness to shroud my mind. The heavy rain was still falling outside.
The relationship between the bowl and the building suddenly became clear. The high-rise buildings surrounded the bowl, and the open space in the center formed the bottom of the bowl.
The raindrops were huge and heavy, jumping from outside the bowl into the bowl, smashing into powder on the ground, while the pestle ground the herbs, blood and flesh blurred, fighting to the death. What was offered high was an exquisite flag, and true rule was everywhere, it was everywhere.
Rather than seeking medicine, the fallen patients are more like the medicine itself. They were deceived by the "healing pot to save the world" in vain and lost their lives. The doctor wants to save the lives of the world, but they have become the disease early on.
"Because we are standing on the side of the living, helping the living outside."
There's nothing wrong with that.
"I feel like throwing up."
After saying this, Yin Suizhen returned to the bathroom. She no longer felt it was unbearable to look directly at the woman and almost knelt on the ground with her. However, she wanted to vomit mentally, but she was fine physically. She just held on to the wall and walked to the middle of the room after a few seconds. The woman was right in front of her. The wall had almost no sound insulation effect, and the sound coming through was even more unbearable.
It was still raining, and the whole building was shaking like a mountain.
Originally, the only things that needed to be vomited were the fish, the medicinal herbs, and the building that held the fish, but she saw the bodies of her relatives and friends floating in the fish tank, and the pestle used to pound the medicine were the lives of the two elderly people who depended on each other, so the people outside the fish tank also vomited.
When she tied the intestines in Qin Xiao's room into a rope, she didn't think of Songshui Village, but now she thought of it.
Crossing the street and seeing the body of someone unlucky enough to be caught in a car, people sigh and walk away. But when smoke rises from hundreds of bodies in a bombardment, cold sweats break out and everyone feels threatened. Accidents happen so frequently that they become a kind of inevitability for any individual.
It must have flashed for a few seconds, and when Ji Xunjin walked over from the door to inquire about the situation, it disappeared.
"I should have warned you in advance."
"It's not a big deal. I just feel a little nauseous seeing bloody things. I just need to rest for a while."
"Tryophobia?" he thought.
I’m not afraid of a single body on the mountain, but I can’t stand a group of bodies.
Yin Sui, who just wanted to fool around, immediately admitted: "That should be it. Is she coming back soon?"
"Pretty much. She set up something like a projector down there to simulate the signs of the Medicine God choosing a follower."
"I don't quite understand the relationship between the Medicine God choosing his followers and their jumping down. Isn't it possible to just take direct action, like dismembering the body? Or is this more convenient?"
"The body is meaningless inside. Just like distance, the concepts are not interchangeable. If you want to destroy something, you have to start from the very foundation that carries its existence. The living are reborn in the body. They are generally called vengeful spirits in the industry. They are reborn in obsession. The vengeful spirits in the abnormal space of the Happy Community are obsessed with recovery. The Medicine God symbolizes recovery and can cure everything. When it arrives, a fierce fire will ignite at the bottom, and the entire community will become like an alchemy furnace. Patients who have lost their minds will jump in. Maybe they will be cured, or maybe they will become consumables for treatment. The probability of being saved is one in a thousand, or even one in ten thousand."
But in the eyes of the crazy, this is the only hope of salvation.
"Then why..."
"Because truly successful people are already crazy. Only those crazy enough to throw everything away are eligible to participate in the lottery. If they retain their sanity and make their own choices, whether to jump or not is up to each person. But when they just stand by the window and wait for it, they have no choice. Even if they are cured and leave, they are still crazy.
At first, people treated the disease in order to stay alive, but later they only remembered to treat the disease. One person who got out still stood guard at the window every day. As long as there was a door or hole leading to the outside world, he would guard it motionlessly, because he only knew this. Only by staying in a completely enclosed space could he eat and sleep independently.
If you're curious, I can apply to show you around. Anyway, you don't have to worry about contamination after you've been in there."
"I think I understand. Thank you for explaining so much."
If I don't explain, you will definitely classify me as a perverted executioner. I will hide back home and refuse to go out. Then the only unfinished factors left in Songshui Village will be assimilated, and a huge meat grinder that has been built over the years will be put into use, dragging people in to fill their lives anytime and anywhere.
“In some cases, you think you are walking towards it and have the option to stop at any time, but in fact, it is actually looking for you, and you can’t refuse it.”
Remember, when you find it, it has already found you.
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