Chapter 268

"I see."

He nodded and handed me a huge bottle. I thought he was carrying a bucket of ketchup, but when I looked down, I saw that the bottle was labeled "painkillers". Under the "painkillers" was also labeled "sleeping pills".

It says 2500+2500 below.

Looks like I have plenty of medicine to take.

I can live for a while longer.

I took the bottle and thanked him. He waved and walked away exhausted.

After a while, he thought about it for a long time at home and decided that he should go to the prison to see his son, so he went to see him.

When I arrived at the prison, it was pitch black everywhere and there was a foul smell. Perhaps someone's wound had rotted away and fly and mosquito eggs had hatched from inside.

There was a buzzing sound everywhere, but it was pitch black and I couldn't find what was making the sound.

He walked along this road.

There was a man in front of him with his head lowered and holding a lamp, leading the way. He did not raise his head and had no face. He was dressed in black, and when he walked, his shoes and feet could not be seen, they were just dragging on the ground.

But if you look closely, you can see that this person has no shadow and his clothes don't touch the ground at all.

It's not personal at all.

This is just a contaminated guard assigned here.

They usually stay here and when there are people here, they will lead the way and open the door for others.

If you don't look carefully, you will find that they are no different from ordinary people, although ordinary people would not come here.

When we got there, the man disappeared.

Only one lamp was left there. It was pitch black all around. The lamp was like a jumping fire. He almost didn't dare to reach out and touch it, for fear of being hurt by the fire.

But he hesitated for a moment, then reached out and picked up the lamp.

It was indeed very hot. He shook his hand, trying to shake it off, but found that the lamp handle was stuck in his skin and even wanted to drill into his flesh and bones.

He held the lamp tightly, and the lamp twisted twice and then stopped moving.

Suddenly he heard a whistle. He turned around and saw that there was no one there. He couldn't even see where the wall was.

He could feel cockroaches and spiders crawling everywhere, and soft, slippery, wet moss growing from under his feet.

He suppressed his disgust and walked forward, carefully, step by step.

He walked to the nearest railing and looked inside. It was still dark. He raised the lamp in his hand and the light extended inside. He saw.

This was a small room with only one person in it, his son who had been locked up for some time.

There was dry straw on his head, cockroaches crawling around him, spider webs in the corners of the walls, and his clothes were dirty and crumpled into a ball, like sauerkraut leaves just pulled out of a jar.

He huddled in the corner, hugging his knees, motionless, like a mushroom waiting to mold, his face pale.

Under the light, it subtly reflects a hint of red.

Zheng Er shouted to his son twice.

"I'm here to see you, son. Look out the door. I'm standing right here. I'm here to see you."

He said.

At first, the son inside was silent and motionless, as if he heard nothing, which made him almost suspect that the person inside had lost his ears, or perhaps even his brain.

But it's not like that.

After he kept shouting for several times, until he was almost fed up with it, the person inside finally moved.

He stared at his son closely, concentrated his attention, and called out again, a call full of emotion.

But his son's brows were furrowed, his face looked even uglier than before, and he turned green. He suddenly hugged his head and banged it against the wall. There was a loud bang, dull and crisp.

You can hear it clearly outside.

He was stunned.

He didn't know why this happened, and he didn't even seem to know what was happening.

But his brain, which had dealt with many things before, could vaguely guess what was going on, but he didn't want to believe it, nor did he want to think about it carefully, as if he felt that if he didn't think about it, it meant it didn't exist.

Many people are like this; he is not an exception.

So the light jumped twice, and a playful laugh came from inside, which was quite sarcastic, as if the person who had disappeared on the spot before was hiding in the flame inside the light.

If he paid close attention now, he could see a clear human face distorted inside.

The eyes of the human face were still fixed on him.

"Stop pretending. I know you are fake. My father will never come out to see me. You don't know anything. Just think of him as dead. He won't come to see me.

If you do this again, I will commit suicide. After I die, if you have the guts, come find me and we'll see who is stronger.

I don't believe that I will be entangled with you after I die.

Who do you think you are? If there is no pollution, you will never be able to speak, die forever in the ground, and never see the light of day.

There is no light here. Where do you think you are? You think you are alive, but you have been dead for a long time. Wake up. It is better for the dead to be dead. Go to hell!

I don’t care what you were in the past. Even if you were the sun above my head, you should have been extinguished.

Besides, you are nothing but mud under your feet now.

Do you think this is still the day you are alive?

You think another thing that's been dead for who knows how many years can fucking deal with young people.

You're having your mother's nightmare.

I'm not afraid that you will kill me if you have the guts. Otherwise, I will scold you for the rest of my life. What are you pretending for? Why are you silent now?

Oh, dead!

You deserve it! "

He burst into laughter.

Shoji's son looked like he had gone mad.

His hair was a mess, and his fingernails were covered in black mud. His body was trembling. His eyes were red and bulging, as if he had hyperthyroidism. His neck was thick, as if it was missing something.

When he stretched his neck and opened his mouth to shout, his tongue was bright red, as if it had been bitten and bled during his passionate quarrel.

He was arguing with some unknown thing.

But that thing could very well be himself.

Even a part of himself.

If he weren't here, maybe his life would never be like this.

But if he stays here, he will never get well in his life.

His laughter sounded particularly wild.

It was like he wasn't just mad today, but had been mad many years ago, but he hadn't lived that many years.

If he had been mad since the first day he was born, then there was no doubt that he was terminally ill and beyond cure today.

Zheng'er's legs suddenly began to tremble as he looked at his son in prison, because he remembered his wife who was waiting for him to come home.

He heard the sound of knives sharpening at night.

He thought he had heard it wrong, or was dreaming, or it was his neighbor.

But he never thought of a possibility that such a loud noise came from next door, but it was not his neighbor, but the person next to him, his wife who shared the bed with him.

There is no wall between them.

There was only a quilt, and sometimes even no clothes.

He was completely defenseless.

Unless his flesh could grow thorns, by which time he would have already become a mutant.

Sooner or later, the brain will be lost after the mutation.

If you lose your brain, you will become completely different. You will no longer be considered a human being and will be wiped out.

He had seen many corpses being cleaned up, and he had thought that he might one day become part of them.

But he'd never fucking thought about why before.

If his wife was sharpening a knife by his bed at night, it wasn't to kill a pig. It was to kill him. Or herself. There was no third person in the room.

If his son goes back, maybe his son will die first.

Then he would see his son's body.

If his son didn't come back, maybe he would die first.

Then when his son sees his body, he will say that it must be fake.

He couldn't tell which one was scarier, more absurd, or funnier.

He covered his face and laughed out loud, then threw the lamp to the ground.

The lamp made crackling sounds, as if the glass outside was about to break, but he used a lot of strength, and the lamp remained intact, just like this city.

No matter how bad it is outside, it is as warm as fire inside, and the flames will burn everything.

The bad stuff outside is trying desperately to destroy this solid protective shell.

The things inside are laughing at me.

Who can tell the difference between the laughter inside and the laughter outside?

"How could this happen? This has never happened before."

He laughed and muttered to himself.

The flame in the lamp said to him, “This has always happened here, but it is rare and unknown outside. Since you are not responsible for handling it, of course, nothing is known here.

People who know nothing are the happiest, because they always think that they live in the safest place in the world.

Of course not.

People die every day.

Maybe it was an accident, maybe it was man-made.

Maybe nothing.

It's just that someone died.

But what's the use?

Many people don't know.

I thought they lived in a comfortable warm water.

Many people know this, but they pretend not to know. If someone tells them, they will pull out that person's tongue.

Someone once did this, and that person was later sent to prison.

Everyone said he was crazy, but after he came in, he felt calmer than outside. He said it was safe here.

Looks like it's getting even crazier.

Then he held his head and started banging his head against the wall.

Yes, just like your son.

He said he heard strange noises, as if people were talking everywhere, but he didn't see anyone else here except himself because no one would visit him.

The location he chose to hit the wall and the location your son chose were both at that height.

They yelled, made a mess, were dirty, smelled, and died.

Their carcasses are very interesting, maybe not to you, but we like them because we are very happy when we eat them. "