Chapter 136 Chapter 136 The Land of the Shadow of Death (Part 4)
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As a high-risk patient who cannot distinguish between reality and hallucinations, if he is rational, he should let himself be tied to the hospital for the rest of his life and not go out into the society to harm others.
But Mo Shiyu is not in a completely rational state now. It is better to say that the anger and fear that he has suppressed for a long time completely erupted at this moment.
He is really mentally ill.
The little doubts and guesses in my heart disappeared like melting ice.
He ran out of the hospital building and into the garden, running for a long time.
This is a hospital located deep in the mountains. The garden is huge, as big as a forest, with huge trees blocking out the sun, the smell of fresh earth, and the moon high above.
There is no end in sight for a long time, which makes people wonder if there is no end at all.
His hands were still bound behind his back, and he stumbled as he ran, unexpectedly bumping into something warm and furry.
He gasped and looked up, then saw a huge, golden-haired bear.
The bear sat in the hospital forest, looking out of place, like a fairy tale character that had strayed into the real world.
His steps suddenly stopped.
Hallucination? He came to this conclusion almost without even thinking.
How could there be a golden bear in real life? He looked grim, deceiving himself and trying to ignore it, but the bear staggered closer, lowering its head to look at him, its brilliant golden fur looking like a layer of honey and cheese.
The golden-haired bear looked down at him, his dark eyes reflecting his haggard pupils and his bloodless face.
Mo Shiyu was frozen in place, not moving.
Before he could react, it suddenly slapped the ground hard, causing the ground to emit a low buzzing sound, and it looked ferocious as if it was going to jump up and bite him to death.
Mo Shiyu was startled.
So true.
He smelled the sweet aroma of cheese coming from the bear, and he felt the hot temperature emanating from the bear.
"Who are you?" Mo Shiyu raised his head, stared at it very closely, and asked a question subconsciously.
The bear roared angrily, slapping the ground even harder.
With every clap, beautiful and illusory five-colored bubbles rose from where he touched the railing, and slowly rose from between him and Mo Shiyu to the sky.
This strange and beautiful scene is like a fairy tale.
A bubble burst at the tip of his nose, and he smelled the aroma of cheesecake, freshly baked and sweet, but his eyes felt so sour that it seemed as if tears were coming down.
The bear lowered its head and nudged him with its wet nose.
His weight was too great, and with a slight push, Mo Shiyu lost his balance and fell to the ground, almost rolling over and feeling dizzy.
He looked up at the bear, his eyes red for some reason.
"Why are you pushing me?" he said with a feeling of inexplicable grievance.
Mo Shiyu also butted the bear with his head.
The bear didn't attack, so he just let him do this to himself.
It stretched out its bear paw, wiped the corners of his eyes, taking away a little moisture, and then made two whirring sounds, which seemed to be some kind of language, but Mo Shiyu could not understand it.
It then pulled Mo Shiyu up and untied the rings that bound his hands.
“…”
It pointed at Mo Shiyu's haggard look and thin clothes, and patted Mo Shiyu's head angrily and accusingly, as if asking why he didn't take good care of himself.
Mo Shiyu brushed off the leaves on his body and couldn't help but smile with his eyes curved.
"Are you also a figment of my subconscious? I really have a problem with my brain. This is all a mess, like something out of a fairy tale."
In the vague bubbles, he saw the bear's eyes, warm and moist.
It seemed to want to say something, but it was too late.
Mo Shiyu saw a row of guards wearing tall hats appear behind the golden-haired bear. They lined up neatly, raised their spears and aimed at the golden-haired bear.
Mo Shiyu's pupils suddenly contracted and he rushed forward subconsciously.
Time seems to be frozen and stretched infinitely——
"Bang!"
A strong smell of blood spread.
The golden bear was like a stiff sculpture, its movements stopped, and then it slowly fell down. It struggled forward to protect him. Blood flowed from its golden hair, flowed down Mo Shiyu's forehead, and turned into colorful foam flying upwards.
Mo Shiyu's mind went blank for a few moments, his mouth half open, but no sound came out.
It turns out that people can't scream when they are extremely frightened.
At this moment, he truly felt the bone-chilling cold, and his bones were trembling.
He pressed hard on the hole on the bear's head that was bleeding profusely, mumbling incoherently, "No, no, I, don't want to..."
In less than ten seconds, the golden bear turned into colorful bubbles and flew into the dark night sky.
The guards wearing tall hats marched in neat steps around Mo Shiyu, pointing their rifles at him.
"We caught the escaped prisoner."
The midnight bell rang slowly, as if the dream was about to wake up.
…
"There is no one, and no bear, Mr. Mo." The doctor stood in the woods with a tired and impatient look on his face.
"If you don't rest, others will need to rest too. Please restrain yourself and stop disturbing others' rest time!"
Mo Shiyu stared at the other person in a daze, his lips trembling, as if he was trying hard to restrain the urge to clench his teeth.
No guards in tall hats, no golden bear falling on him.
The doctor said coldly, "You fled the hospital and disturbed our rest because of some fabricated hallucinations. Not only do you not feel any guilt, you don't even have the slightest bit of remorse."
"Hallucination..." he whispered.
Only by admitting that it was an illusion would the despair just now not be so vivid and profound. Yes, he always saw some strange things, which were all distorted illusions.
It's fake, he is sick.
Mo Shiyu rarely showed this expression. He was like a child teetering on the top of a cliff, dull and trembling, as if he had really become a fragile mental patient without autonomy.
"I don't want to see this anymore."
The doctor slowed down his tone and said softly, "Mr. Xiao Mo, this hospital is absolutely safe. The injuries and pain you have suffered are all illusions, all fake. Don't resist, just endure it."
"Your resistance and escape will only hurt innocent people, like the nurse at tonight's dinner and your spouse."
The next morning.
When the doctor pushed open the door, he found that the patient inside was not sleeping, but sitting on the bed, with his eyes hidden behind his hair looking straight at him, looking like a mental patient.
"Didn't you sleep last night?" The doctor frowned slightly.
It was quiet for five or six seconds before he heard the patient's voice, "Just woke up a little early."
Lie. The doctor said silently between his lips.
This time, the doctor was a new face I had never seen before, a handsome man with black hair and green eyes, cold white skin, and a rather decadent and cold beauty. He did not expose the patient's lie, but simply said, "Let's go."
Mo Shiyu got out of bed a little slowly, "Where are you going?"
"The treatment room," the doctor said.
Mo Shiyu said, "Oh."
Along the way, the black-haired doctor noticed that his patient was deliberately avoiding eye contact with others, perhaps because he was afraid of unintentionally hurting others.
He didn't carry any sharp objects, and the knife he had carefully hidden in his sleeve for the past few days was missing.
He still cares about other people's lives as much as before - and he is incompatible with this organization.
What to do?
Shuichi Akai opened the door of the treatment room without saying a word, his green eyes serene.
"Come in."
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Mo Shiyu opened his eyes, and this time, he sank into the soft sofa.
It was so hot and stuffy. He pulled open his collar and breathed a sigh of relief.
There are many diamonds scattered around, sparkling with tiny lights in the darkness, so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.
Her long gray hair was loose, with the ends falling to the ground, blocking the faint light from the diamonds.
He looked at it for a while, tried to stand up from the sofa and walk to the ground, but the next second he withdrew his foot because of the pain.
Blood dripped down his feet and onto the white sofa.
The diamonds on the ground are beautiful and dangerous, like embellishments on a white wedding dress, sharp as knives.
Mo Shiyu couldn't find a place to land, so he tried to take off his clothes and wrap the diamond on the ground. He then stretched out his hand to try to apply force, but the diamond easily penetrated his clothes and pierced his skin again.
He retracted his hand and tried to pry away the diamonds with a fork he found on the coffee table next to the sofa, but the diamonds on the ground were as fine as gravel and stuck firmly to the ground. He could not move them by human power alone.
After a series of failed attempts, he could only curl up on the sofa with his legs hugged, staring blankly at the door that was so close to him.
He didn't know what was behind the door, or how he got trapped here, but...
I need to get out, he thought.
I must go out.
He used a fork to tear open the sofa cover under him, pulled out the sponge inside and spread it on the ground, then wrapped his feet with the sofa cover and clothes and stepped on the ground again.
The first step... His eyebrows twitched, but he did not retreat. Instead, he quickly took the second step, the third step...
Until he crossed the diamond field, turned the doorknob, and stepped outside.
Outside the door is a claustrophobic corridor.
After just a few steps, his feet were already covered in slippery blood, but Mo Shiyu was very happy.
For some reason, he hated the beautiful and enclosed room behind him and didn't want to stay there for even a second.
It looks like this is a huge villa.
Because of his injured foot, he couldn't walk fast. He could only hold on to the wall and walk out little by little. Every step felt like a knife cutting, but none of this mattered. He got out... He...
A pair of cold hands suddenly restrained his arms. Mo Shiyu turned his head in shock and met the man's gloomy face.
He seemed like a ghost demanding his life, "Where are you going?"
Mo Shiyu was so frightened that he threw him away and turned to run outside, but he was pulled and fell to the ground. His injured foot flinched in pain. He turned back to look at the man holding his ankle and said in horror, "Who are you?!"
"Don't you like the gift I prepared for you?" The man lowered his eyes, his tone still gentle, but it was obvious that he was not in a very good mood. "Baby?"
Gift?
Mo Shiyu looked at the dark room again.
Making him stay in a room with no place to go, trapped on the sofa, surrounded by diamonds and watched by people outside the room, is actually a gift?
Anger and resentment suddenly rose up like an unquenchable flame. He clenched the knife and fork tightly in his hand, wishing he could stab it into the man's eyes.
But the next second, my mind suddenly became confused.
It was as if the actual resentment became vague and indistinct, turning into an echo in a distant valley.
"Gift?" He murmured softly, looking a little dazed. "I..."
"You should be happy to receive a gift, right?" The man lowered his head, his sharp, hooked nose making his otherwise handsome features appear gloomy. "Xiaoyu, why do you want to discredit someone else's kindness?"
Mo Shiyu's expression was dazed for a moment, and some images flashed before his eyes.
The cake was smeared on her face, "Xiaoyu, mommy wishes you a happy birthday!"
"Little Fish, put your hands up."
"If I get caught, I'll be in jail for the New Year. Please let me go, Officer..."
"Just stand there at the front desk and see who dares to harass you!"
"Xiaoyu, let's go traveling during the summer vacation. Where do you want to go?"
"Original body..."
"Are you happy?"
"Happy..." Mo Shiyu whispered.
The edges of the face of the person in front of me became blurred, as if it overlapped with many other people.
He paused, moved closer and looked at him with some nostalgia.
"Remember this feeling. Do you like it? If you are happy, smile."
Mo Shiyu slowly curved his lips.
"Good boy."
The man smiled and gently stroked his hair. "That's right. Stay close to me, stay by my side, and you will be able to have this feeling you miss so much again."
The next second, the person in his arms pushed him hard.
The man suddenly lost his balance and fell backwards, right into the room, hitting the back of his head.
Blood spread from the broken diamonds at the back of his head. The man's eyes moved and he found that they had moved to the door of the room at some point.
It was those few steps when Mo Shiyu was in his arms, pushing him back.
Mo Shiyu stood at the door, looking at the body gradually losing temperature on the ground.
He took a step forward, walked into the room, and half-knelt in front of the corpse.
The man was about to die, but instead he looked at him and smiled slowly, "Xiaoyu, why don't you leave?"
Mo Shiyu covered his mouth, his fingers instantly stained with sticky, bitter blood. He lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Shut up! I don't need anyone to love me."
This time, Karasuma Renya grinned completely.
"Little fish..." He murmured between his lips, "Little fish."
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