Chapter 13 Peace Medical School 11
The young man in dormitory 405 was telling Meng Qing’s secret.
After listening to this, Song Mingliang left with heavy steps. He went downstairs and walked towards 304.
There was a man there, his father, Song Qiang.
When he thought of that place, the blood in his body began to surge with excitement.
It was very strange, he was not like this before. He didn't want to get close to Song Qiang, and was even afraid to see him, and tried every means to avoid him.
He didn't know exactly when it started.
I remember that when he was very young, Song Qiang, who did not have a very good life among his relatives and friends, was very strict with him and would often beat and scold him.
He hopes that he can spend every minute studying, and he hopes that he will not hang out and make friends randomly.
When he was in primary school, he brought three classmates to play at home. Song Qiang came home tired because of work problems. When he saw them playing at home, he angrily drove his classmates away and beat him up.
He will always remember the fear, shock and sympathy of his classmates, as well as the burning pain when the whip hit his body.
Since then, no classmates would come to his house to play, and even at school, no classmates wanted to play with him, and more and more classmates were talking about him behind his back.
Of course, he would never invite his classmates to his home again, never again, ever.
He locked himself in that small room and spent all his time studying. After being beaten and scolded again and again, he became more and more silent and withdrawn. He became more and more afraid of Song Qiang and resisted facing him from the bottom of his heart.
When Song Qiang was about to get off work, if he wanted to go to the bathroom, he would first open the door a crack and stick his head against the crack to see if Song Qiang had come back.
He would rush to the bathroom only when he found that Song Qiang had not returned. After going to the bathroom, he would still look through the crack of the bathroom door to see if Song Qiang had returned. If unfortunately, Song Qiang had returned, he would sit in the bathroom and wait for him to leave the living room before he went out.
Sometimes when Song Qiang found him staying in the toilet all the time, he would kick the door and scold him, and it was common for him to be beaten.
He thought he was being lazy by hiding in the bathroom, just like his colleagues, but in fact, he just didn't want to face him.
He has reached this point.
I often looked through the crack of the door of his small room to see if Song Qiang was there or what he was doing, but I just resisted facing him. I felt uneasy because I didn't know what he was doing.
That small room was like a prison, making him increasingly lonely and dark, but it was also his safe haven from monsters. That narrow gap was the safest passage between him and the outside world. He was afraid and longing for it.
Later, Song Qiang relied on his mouth and flattery to finally become a small leader and got a small salary increase. Their family life improved a little, and he finally gained some face in front of his relatives.
It was from then on that he began to have a different opinion of him. He felt that he was not good at speaking, that he was not lively and outgoing enough, and that he would have no future. Every time at the dinner table with relatives or when his colleagues came to eat at home, they would force him to toast and say nice things, and publicly said that he was useless.
Because of his experience, in his shallow experience, only those who have friends and connections, who can talk and deal with things, and who can please the leaders, will have a promising future. Otherwise, even if he studies well and gets into a good university, it will be in vain.
Is there anything funny? Song Mingliang thinks this is the funniest thing in the world. When he was a child, his friends were driven away, he was beaten and scolded at every turn, and he was forced to be an obedient and trouble-free child who studied hard. Later, he disliked him because he was not lively, could not speak, and could not please others enthusiastically.
He said he named him Song Mingliang because he hoped he would be a bright and dazzling person.
But he couldn't do it.
He could not become a bright person like Lin Xiang.
He also cannot be an ordinary person like Meng Tianyou, who has unpopular shortcomings but has the confidence to be outspoken because he has a mother who loves him deeply.
He could not become the person like Xia Bai, the strangest and most desired person for him, who was weird and taciturn, but had two people protecting him unconditionally. He quietly attracted everyone's attention and made people focus their attention on him unconsciously.
His name is Song Mingliang, but he is not bright.
He was a man who hid darkly in that small room, cautiously spying on the huge and terrifying monster of his childhood. He had become increasingly inferior, withdrawn, gloomy and dark.
Just like at this moment, every cell in his body was clamoring like the mouth of a devil. He wanted to go and see where Song Qiang was, what Song Qiang was doing, to see more closely what Song Qiang was thinking, and to understand Song Qiang more deeply, just like when he was a child.
Only in this way will he feel at ease and indulge in the dark and narrow room in his heart.
Song Mingliang approached Song Qiang step by step. He saw that Song Qiang had a mouth and seemed to be saying something, but he couldn't hear it. He just clamored to get closer to him, closer, to see more clearly, to see deeper.
I saw it clearly, but it was still within the same narrow and cramped perspective as before.
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Lin Xiang has long legs and runs faster than Hua Haoming. He is the first to arrive at the door of dormitory 304.
Thinking that nothing was wrong, he stood stiffly at the door of the dormitory. This time he did not vomit, but his eyes were full of horror.
Hua Haoming was the second to arrive and also stood at the door in surprise.
Xia Bai was delayed for a while because of Meng Tianyou and arrived third. When he saw the two people standing at the door like this, he knew something had happened.
Two boys over 180cm tall stood at the door, almost blocking the small door of the dormitory. Xia Bai pushed open a gap between them and looked inside through the narrow gap. He was also slightly stunned and speechless like them.
The boy who had been keeping his head down climbed onto Song Qiang, hugged him, and put his head into his mouth.
The dormitory manager quickly came with the security guard, pulled Song Mingliang out of Song Qiang's mouth, and took the dead Song Qiang away.
As the body was carried away from them, they all knew that if Song Qiang was really taken to the morgue, he would definitely become a cadaver teacher with his mouth sewn shut.
Had to sew.
Wen Qiu also saw it when he came down from upstairs, and was so shocked that he immediately grabbed the stair handrail.
The doors of several dormitories on the same floor were open a crack, and many pairs of eyes were secretly looking through the cracks, but no one came out, as if they didn't know what was going on.
When Wen Qiu slowly walked over, Song Mingliang, whose face was covered in blood and long scars, had just fainted. His hair was wet and sticky, and all black and red.
She was startled again and asked hurriedly: "Wen Dong! Where is Wen Dong! Where is Wen Dong? Is he okay?"
Hua Haoming: "Let's go to the dormitory and take a look."
All the players gathered in dormitory 312 where Xia Bai and his friends lived.
When they came back, Wen Dong was already lying on the bed. Xia Bai remembered that when he heard the scream, Wen Dong was holding a mirror, and now no one knew where the mirror had gone.
Hua Haoming tied up Song Mingliang using his white soft sword, which Xia Bai had seen for the first time.
It was already past three in the morning, but no one was sleepy and the atmosphere was silent and depressing.
Two people died tonight, and each death was so strange and tragic. It was not only a huge shock to the teenage boys who entered the game for the first time, but also not easy for the two people who had already entered the game.
Each of them has the blood of the dead on them, and the smell of death and blood still lingers on them.
Hua Haoming was the first to break the silence. He took the lead in getting them to come out of their depressed emotions and focus on completing the game.
"It seems that Song Mingliang fits the description of voyeurism that Xia Bai mentioned." He said, "Even though he doesn't fit Dai Liangyuan's description of torturing himself to death, I think this direction is correct and he is also crazy. He even... killed Song Qiang."
"Yes." Lin Xiang wiped his sweaty face. "Meng Qing is a mysophobe, and Song Mingliang is a voyeur. So everyone who has entered the morgue will have their habits infinitely magnified and distorted, and eventually torture themselves or others to death?"
Hua Haoming nodded, "That should be the case."
Lin Xiang curled his lips, "Players have no dignity at all, as they expose their private hobbies to the public and use them as a weapon to drive themselves insane and die."
Hua Haoming: "You still want personal dignity? In a horror game, it's enough for people to survive. What dignity do you have... This is one of the cruelties of the game."
Wen Qiu seemed to have become numb to this lack of dignity. In the face of life, everything was meaningless. The most important thing was to complete the game.
She said: "I don't know if their bodies were taken to the morgue. If they were, it would probably confirm the previous speculation that the cadaver teachers in the morgue were the students and teachers who were murdered. Their ghosts were trapped in the morgue and could not leave, cursing or possessing the students who entered the morgue. The students were cursed and then died and turned into cadaver teachers."
Lin Xiang complained inappropriately: "If that's the case, this school really knows how to use local materials and recycle them, without any waste."
Xia Bai nodded, "That's too much. You shouldn't do that to a dead body."
"..." Hua Haoming pinched his forehead, "What about Wen Dong? We need to find out what his hobbies are."
He and Lin Xiang both looked at Wen Dong's biological sister Wen Qiu. Wen Qiu frowned and thought for a while, "He doesn't have mysophobia or voyeurism, and he doesn't seem to have any special fetishes."
Lin Xiang: "It doesn't have to be an obvious fetish. Meng Qing only has a mild mysophobia. We didn't notice Song Mingliang's voyeurism at first, but it was magnified infinitely by the morgue."
Wen Qiu still couldn't think of it, "He is very well behaved and normal, and his family education is also good."
The three looked at Xia Bai again, and Hua Haoming asked, "Is there anything unusual about Wen Dong tonight?"
Xia Bai said directly: "He said my lips are so red."
"……?"
Lin Xiang was immediately furious. "What does he mean? What does he want to do to Xia Bai?"
Hua Haoming pinched his forehead again, his level of nervousness comparable to Xia Bai's father.
Xia Bai continued, "At two o'clock, he found a mirror. Before I could see what he was doing with the mirror, I heard him screaming and going upstairs."
Mirror?
What fetishes can the mirror correspond to?
Lin Xiang was upset about Wen Dong's attention to Xia Bai's lips, and thought actively, "After he praised Xia Bai's lips, he looked for a mirror at night. According to normal thinking logic, he should look at his lips? Looking in the mirror is mainly to look at the face. He pays attention to his appearance? What kind of habit is this?"
The other three had never heard of the corresponding quirks.
"Let's not discuss Wen Dong's hobbies for now. Tomorrow one or two players will go to the morgue, and they will be among the four of us. Now that we are all awake, let's talk about our own hobbies." Hua Haoming said.
Lin Xiang was very cooperative. He said of himself, "I have never lacked anything since I was a child, so I don't have a particular preference for anything. I can confidently say that I don't have any quirks."
Xia Bai also cooperated very well, with his hands on his knees, like a good student answering the teacher's questions, "I have never been online since I was a child, I don't understand the complicated hobbies of city people, and I don't have any hobbies."
Lin Xiang nodded vigorously, "Yes! Xia Bai has really not been polluted by the secular world, he is clean and pure, and he definitely doesn't have any special habits. Didn't Dai Liangyuan say that it's okay for someone to enter the morgue? Xia Bai must be that kind of person!"
Hua Haoming: “…”
He was even more silent than the night.
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