Chapter 135 Chapter 135 The Land of the Shadow of Death (Part 3)
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The ward is very large, the bed is 1.2 meters wide, the mattress is soft and very comfortable to lie on, and there is an LCD TV, but when I turn it on, the only channels that broadcast cartoons are there. Next to the bed is a bedside table with a kettle on it, and there is a window on the side with a railing around it, but the light is plenty.
For a murderer, his living conditions were too good.
Mo Shiyu had a feeling that his family outside had given money to the hospital.
But he has traveled through time before, so he shouldn't have any family here.
As for his spouse's family...it's good that they didn't bribe him to kill him.
"It is now 2:00 p.m. sharp. All patients please go to the activity room and do not stay in the ward." The announcement sounded.
Mo Shiyu was actually a little tired, but he still stood up.
It is called an activity, but in fact it is labor reform, such as running, playing basketball, operating a sewing machine, etc.
He is a special prisoner. For the safety of other prisoners, he is accompanied by a nurse every time he goes out.
Along the way, Mo Shiyu once again felt the hidden gazes around him.
Some of the gazes came from doctors, some from patients, and most of them were filled with malicious prying intent.
"It's him, the murderer..."
"Looking like this, I'll be blessed in the future."
"Could it be that his spouse caught him cheating and killed him? Haha..."
"Don't make a fuss. He's a serious 'mental patient' who waits for his illness to strike before killing people. He doesn't even have to go to jail. Isn't that amazing?"
As Mo Shiyu walked by, one of them stretched out his foot to trip him, but Mo Shiyu dodged. He looked over coldly. The person who stretched out his foot smiled and deliberately moved closer to him, saying ambiguously, "What's wrong, sweetheart? Do you dislike me and want to cause trouble for me?"
Mo Shiyu stared at him and laughed, "I'm not that boring."
"It's your attitude towards me that makes me confused. I wonder if I'm a murderer with a serious mental illness who's serving his sentence in a hospital," Mo Shiyu said. "Is it because I'm so good-looking, or is it because you're so sure I won't kill someone because I'm mentally ill?"
The patients paused for a moment.
He did not make that mocking gaze for a moment, and a hint of hidden unnaturalness and faint fear flashed in his eyes.
Mo Shiyu said, "If you are hired by my spouse's family to torture me, you can just come and deal with me directly. After all, I did do something unforgivable. If it can make them feel better, I won't resist."
The patient actually took a half step back under his approaching gaze. Mo Shiyu patted his cheek and laughed, "Only after I figure out the whole story."
****
Mo Shiyu found a place to sit down and continued yesterday's work - he picked up a half-finished bear and started making it with concentration.
Stuff it with cotton, sew buttons on the chest with fine stitches, and the little bear is gently held by fair and slender fingers.
As if he was too immersed in the subject, he actually saw the two tips of the little bear on his hands move slightly.
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment and rubbed his eyes.
I must be dazzled.
"What's wrong?" asked the nurse behind him.
"Nothing." Mo Shiyu came back to his senses and shook his head.
The nurse came closer. He didn't look at the doll, but only at Mo Shiyu's red eyes, which seemed to have been sleep deprived for a long time, and his pale and haggard profile. "Mr. Mo, your hair is messy."
He raised his hand and combed Mo Shiyu's hair.
His movements were gentle, like petting a cat.
Mo Shiyu always felt that the nurse liked to take care of him.
He was a young man with slightly long hair and black-framed glasses. He looked very ordinary, but his voice was very nice, a hoarse, smokey voice that was very charming.
He straightened out the tangles in Mo Shiyu's hair and combed it naturally into a low ponytail. "Your hair color looks nice, but it's always messy," he said with a low chuckle.
Mo Shiyu's back was a little stiff. The nurse's voice always made people blush and jump. "Because it's too long."
The nurse's lips curved slightly, "I'll be here with you from now on. I'll make sure your hair doesn't get hurt."
"Also." He lowered his head and chuckled, "You were very handsome just now."
"..." Mo Shiyu tilted his head. "Their acting is too fake. A normal patient would never talk about a murderer in front of him."
The nurse noticed his discomfort and stepped back. "So you think they were sent by your spouse's family to deal with you?"
"They are the only ones I have conflicts with. That's all I can think of right now." Mo Shiyu tapped his head. "After all, I have lost my memory."
The nurse looked at him quietly. Yes, you have lost your memory, and your thoughts are limited to the framework of your current cognition.
This is the research result of the organization.
It was a new type of virus that could dissolve into pollution. To others, it was like mixing poison with another poison; they were both deadly toxins. But to the "immune to pollution" nest mother, this new type of pollution after mixing could not cause direct harm to her, but it produced a strange effect.
That is to seal people's memories.
This is a poison specifically designed for the Nest Mother. Even with the strength of the Nest Mother, it is difficult to break free.
The organization did not attempt to create a poison to kill or disable the Broodmother, as that would be almost impossible.
Even after exhausting all the manpower and material resources, we have only achieved this much.
The nurse lowered his eyebrows and smiled.
The reason why the Nest Mother was guided to Shinjuku by those strips of silk was to allow him to absorb the contamination of the infected people here, and then allow the poison to silently invade his mind, causing him to lose his memory and return to a time when his mind was fragile.
Then, through the tricks of setting up a dense network, they induced his spirit to collapse step by step.
As for the human sacrifice in the square, that was the prerequisite for the contaminated Mare Ring to take effect.
So, they came to this space.
Everyone put on a big show for him.
In this situation, do you have any counter-attack cards, Valentin?
I'll wait and see.
****
Time became quiet and long, and the sunlight shone on my face with unreal warmth.
Mo Shiyu looked at the green branches outside the window, and unknowingly fell asleep on the table, hugging the doll.
In the dream, he was still sitting on the hospital bed, but he heard voices.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
He got out of bed, looked around the room, and finally found the source of the sound.
In the bathroom.
The bathroom again.
Remembering what he had experienced in the simulation today, he felt a vague resistance. He took a few deep breaths at the door before pushing it open and leaning in.
There's no one inside.
He walked in and heard the "knock knock" sound again.
He turned his head and found that the source of the sound was actually the mirror.
The mirror in the dream was frosted, and there was a person vaguely visible in it. He couldn't see the person in the mirror clearly, he could only see the blurry facial features hidden behind, blending into the darkness.
The other person's slender knuckles were clasping the other side of the mirror.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Mo Shiyu walked to the mirror and looked at the blurry figure. He looked at it for a while, then blew a puff of white mist into the mirror and wrote a few words on the mist:
"Who are you?"
The knocking on the mirror stopped.
After a while, a cloud of white mist appeared next to his words, and the person outside wrote stroke by stroke, "&@#()".
The other person was drawing very carefully, and Mo Shiyu didn't understand a single word. It was as if the words had passed through the mirror space and transformed into something even more difficult to understand than the ghostly scribbles.
He looked at the person behind the mirror for a long time, and finally tried to ask, "Are you my spouse?"
There was a pause over there.
After a long time, the figure over there nodded slightly.
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment. He looked carefully at the blurry figure, and a sense of bitterness suddenly flashed through his heart.
"I'm sorry I killed you."
The figure on the other side of the mirror immediately shook his head.
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment, "You, don't you blame me?"
The other party shook his head again and drew many strange symbols on the mirror.
"I don't understand." Mo Shiyu was confused.
The air became quiet. Mo Shiyu felt a little discouraged. He couldn't communicate with the other party through the mirror. They were not on the same channel.
He sat on the ground leaning against the wall, looking at the blurry mirror, his expression filled with hesitation and sadness.
"Thank you for coming to see me in my dream."
The person in the mirror moved closer, as if looking closely at his features.
As Mo Shiyu spoke, he lowered his eyes and his voice gradually became lower.
"They said I had killed someone, even though I clearly had no memory of it. But I didn't question it and quickly accepted it."
"Because I can really feel that I am... different from before."
“I seem to have lost my reverence for life.”
After a pause, Mo Shiyu heard his own dry voice, "...The feeling of blood splashing on my face in the simulation is so familiar."
When he woke up, he had grown up and his face became very beautiful, but his heart seemed to have collapsed. He looked at the grown-up self in the mirror, with beauty mixed with rot and rottenness mixed with beauty, and his cold-bloodedness made him shudder.
He didn't expect a response, but at this moment, part of the mirror darkened and Mo Shiyu was stunned.
The person on the other side of the mirror kissed the mirror lightly.
That position happened to be his forehead.
His forehead seemed to be burned, and in an instant, it seemed as if some kind of wet warm breath wrapped him in a fluffy cloud, telling him that you are not annoying, you are not scary, and you are not disgusting.
He couldn't help but want to get closer and absorb the love and warmth in the mirror.
But who is that? Who is in the mirror?
It looks so familiar, yet I can’t see it clearly.
He touched his forehead, which seemed to be hotter than other places.
How strange.
The dreams I have during the day are completely different from the dreams I have now.
In his daytime dreams, he was resentful, irritable, and killed people easily.
In my dream at this moment, I am surrounded by a sea of sweet honey.
He sat on the ground, leaning against the wall.
His blurry shadow was reflected in the mirror in front of him.
Mo Shiyu was certain that he had a lover. He loved him very much.
But he killed him.
Did he kill him?
****
Mo Shiyu was awakened by a faint whisper.
He looked towards the door and saw the nurse arguing with a figure. He didn't hear clearly.
Seeing that he woke up, the nurse closed the door.
Then the horn sounded at the right time.
"The activity is over. All patients, please return to your wards."
Mo Shiyu waited and waited but the nurse didn't show up, so he had to go back to the ward alone.
It was already evening.
The door was opened and a pretty nurse walked in. She had a delicate and beautiful face, dark eyes and rosy lips, but her face was too pale. She walked to Mo Shiyu, raised the lift table, and patiently spread out the lunch boxes.
"It's time to eat, Mr. Mo."
The meal was surprisingly sumptuous. Golden, crispy toast was cut into small cubes, filled with seared wagyu beef, sea urchin sushi, seafood miso soup, and a small bowl of peeled grapes.
Before eating, the nurse placed the daily medicine in front of him, and Mo Shiyu swallowed the capsules with water.
"Where is the nurse?" Mo Shiyu asked.
"He had something to do and was called away by the director," said the nurse.
Mo Shiyu said "oh".
The level of the chefs in this hospital is really amazing.
The wagyu beef was rich in fat and the sea urchin was so delicious it would make your eyebrows drop. Mo Shiyu had never eaten such delicious Japanese food, but he didn't enjoy it even once.
Because the beautiful nurse actually wanted to feed him mouthful by mouthful.
He got goosebumps all over his body and quickly refused.
"I can eat by myself," he whispered. "That's what the caregiver did before."
"That won't do. Let me handle this kind of thing," the nurse said gently.
"Mr. Mo doesn't need to do these things, just lie on the bed."
Mo Shiyu sensed something strange in these words and looked up at her with some confusion.
The nurse acted as if she didn't see his rejection and put the spoon to his lips with a gentle expression, as if she was looking at a weak and unable to take care of herself lover, "Be good..."
Mo Shiyu still shook his head and was about to say something when the next second the nurse grabbed his hair and pressed him onto the bed. The back of his head hit the bed board hard, and the pain made him see stars.
“…”
He opened his eyes wide in surprise, and before he could say anything, he was forced to eat a mouthful of rice.
The nurse's hand wearing a disposable glove pressed tightly against his mouth. He instinctively struggled to suffocate, but the more he resisted, the more excited the nurse seemed to be.
She looked at him with extremely greedy eyes, like a hungry baby staring at sweet breast milk.
"Mr. Xiao Mo, you never learn to be obedient, but it's better this way. There are ways to disobey."
She was strangely strong, ignoring his struggles, and didn't let go until Mo Shiyu's throat rolled up and down. Mo Shiyu stretched his body out of the bed and coughed violently, his heart full of fear about to overflow... Why did she do this to him...
The sweet taste of sea urchin was transmitted to the nerves and turned into a shackle of fear.
Amid the awkward coughing, the nurse leaned over, her eyes shining brightly and her nostrils twitching slightly.
"Mr. Xiao Mo, let's play a game. If you unbutton one of your shirts, you can eat a good meal by yourself. How about that?"
Mo Shiyu's whole body was shaking, and his brain seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand. All the blood in his body rushed to his brain. The familiar pain, resentment, and murderous intent rose in his heart.
All the same... all damned...
He overturned the lunch box, and the carefully arranged food fell to the ground with a clang.
The nurse was stunned for a moment, and screams echoed throughout the ward.
The door was pushed open and doctors and security guards rushed in.
"What's wrong?"
"The patient is ill!"
"Quick, separate them--"
His sanity slowly returned, and Mo Shiyu found that he was pressing the nurse to the ground, holding a silver chopstick in his hand. The thin tip was trembling slightly and was pressing against one of the nurse's eyes, just short of piercing her eyeball and nailing her entire head to the ground.
The beautiful woman's face was covered with tears as she looked at him with pity and fear.
Mo Shiyu loosened his hand as if he was scalded, and the stainless steel chopsticks fell to the ground with a clear sound.
"I, am not..." he murmured.
The security guard seized the opportunity and rescued the nurse from under him, then pressed him to the ground, clasped his hands behind his back, and the restraints snapped together.
Mo Shiyu's hand was twisted to the point of being dislocated. He didn't cry out in pain, but just looked up from the ground, staring blankly at the terrified nurse, "..."
The nurse's face was covered in tears. She complained, "I was just taking good care of the patient, and suddenly the patient overturned the table and wanted to kill me!"
Mo Shiyu wanted to explain something, "No, you just threatened me and asked me to..."
"Mr. Mo, you are ill." The strange doctor interrupted him.
"I don't!"
"You are a special patient, so there is a surveillance camera in the ward." The doctor said. He took out his mobile phone, called up the surveillance camera, and put it in front of Mo Shiyu. "See for yourself."
The surveillance footage showed the scene from a few minutes ago, with only the nurse and him.
The beautiful black-haired nurse was feeding him quietly with a gentle expression. Their conversation was the same at the beginning, but it became different from what he remembered when Mo Shiyu refused her enthusiastic feeding.
The nurse just told him normally that he could just let her do it.
After that, Mo Shiyu's expression suddenly changed. He lowered his head in silence for a while, then suddenly overturned the table and stabbed the nurse's eyes with chopsticks. His eyes were fierce and filled with murderous intent to put her to death.
“…”
Mo Shiyu was stunned. He stared at the screen with his lips trembling.
His face showed confusion and fear, as if he could not accept the reality but had to face it.
"Am I sick?" he murmured.
"Yes." The doctor said indifferently.
"You hallucinated and mistakenly believed the nurse was trying to hurt you. You nearly killed her, just as you had killed your beloved lover."
Mo Shiyu repeated in a low voice, "Kill her..."
He had no idea when he started to have delusions of being persecuted.
He was pinned to the ground by the security guard, his hands handcuffed behind his back clenched helplessly, the dark blue veins on the back of his hands bulging with force.
His illness, he finally realized this now.
His arms were bent backwards to the point where he wanted to scream. He heard the teeth-grinding sound of bones creaking. The doctors, nurses, and guards, everyone here except him, were silently forcing something with words and pain.
Force him to admit it, force him to apologize.
His nerves twitched in the severe tinnitus. He slowly released his strength and lowered his head. His messy long hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, as if he accepted the reality.
The moment the guard relaxed, he suddenly pulled out his twisted hands and hit the doctor in front of him hard.
The doctor fell to the ground due to his force. He gritted his teeth, and his voice seemed to be filled with a strong smell of blood. "You are all lying to me."
He ran out.
The doctor stood up and rubbed his shoulder with gritted teeth, "It hurts so fucking much."
A nurse looked at the empty door and said worriedly, "Did he say that because he saw our true colors?"
After a few seconds of silence, a soft voice in Japanese with a slight rap accent came from the microphone in my ear, "No."
The gentle voice is like the first plum blossom after the harsh winter.
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