Chapter 162
Zhu Zangmo's eyes were covered with a spider-web-like darkness. He took the utility knife from the puppet "Student Zheng" and held it with his left wrist.
Suddenly I became a little more sober, but I couldn't cut it any further.
His tears mixed with blood flowed down, his lips and teeth tugged at his fear and urgency, and he persuaded himself: "A short pain is worse than a long one. As long as I die, I can leave!"
The utility knife finally cut through, and blood splashed out like dirty black water.
“Gurgle…”
It was as if the bottom of the bathtub had leaked, and Zhu Zangmo suddenly fell into a pool of blood, splashing out a ball of turbid waves as he struggled.
Through a layer of dark water, I looked into the face of "Student Zheng" who was looking down at me.
The painted smile swayed with the waves, expanding into a look of joy and excitement.
Zhu Zangmo gradually stopped digging. It was as if there was a lake hidden under the bathtub, and he sank like a dead frog.
Soon he came back to life again.
He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself at the bottom of a vast and boundless water.
The next moment, suffocation made his face swell up, and he struggled with his limbs and swam upwards.
The wound on his left wrist was still oozing out clumps of muddy blood, which was the last bit of blood in his body.
Suddenly something grabbed his foot.
He looked down.
A wooden hand reached out from the darkness under the water and pinched his ankle.
This time the puppet is wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, with short hair like a cute sister floating in the water, and the originally weird wooden face also looks pure and cute.
The name on the badge reads: Student Sun.
“Gurgle…”
Zhu Zangmo wanted to say something, but he only spit out a string of bubbles. He was dragged deeper into the water without resistance, with a pleading expression on his face, asking for quick drowning and release.
But fish swam over.
They had sharp teeth and pecked at his flesh, making small holes.
He was unable to drive away the school of fish, and was still waving his hands in vain when he was dragged into the deep darkness at the bottom of the water by "Classmate Sun".
The screen turned pure black, indicating another round of death.
Suddenly, a song floated into the picture, breaking the darkness:
“I watched the butterfly that had long been nestling under the eaves break free from the cocoon of its past and fly towards the starlight and the long night…”
The black color was peeled off like a layer of cloth, and Zhu Zangmo lay on the ground, wet all over, with his bloodshot eyes open.
A creaking old ceiling fan appeared in his field of vision.
He turned his head and looked around. It looked like the living room of an ordinary family.
The singing came from a TV not far away. The screen was covered with snow, and the singing was mixed with a crackling noise.
Zhu Zangmo slowly sat up. Trauma marks, scratches on his fingers, cuts on his wrists, holes from fish bites...
Keep it all on your body.
He stood up in a ragged state.
He raised his head and looked towards the window not far away.
On the windowsill, facing outward, sat a girl in a dress, her long hair draped over her back like satin.
The girl seemed to hear something, her body still, her head crackling, and then slowly twisted backward 180 degrees. As expected, it was a puppet's face.
The camera shifts to an outside-in perspective. The puppet girl is sitting in a high-rise window, her bare feet dangling outside. Her name tag reads: "Zhou X."
Its dull eyes stared at Zhu Zangmo, its head held at an angle, and its wooden hands pointed outward.
"I understand, I understand. I want to be like you, classmate Zhou." Fragmented sentences emerged from between Zhu Zangmo's stiff lips and teeth.
He dragged his feet forward, blood dripping from his wrist onto the floor.
"Student Zhou" stared at him intently, his head moving as he walked.
Zhu Zangmo's cheeks twitched as he persuaded himself: "Alright, alright, finish it quickly and wake up quickly."
Walk to the window, stand in the empty space next to the puppet and look down.
It's dizzyingly high.
"It's so high..." He held on to the windowsill, his mournful face full of helpless fear.
He looked at the puppet: "Mr. Zhou, you jumped off the building in a red dress, were you trying to turn into a ghost and take revenge on me? You succeeded."
A strange light flashed in his eyes again: "Do you know how beautiful you were when you fell, like a red butterfly..."
In the living room behind him, the song on the TV suddenly stopped, and a female voice replaced it, her tone revealing deep disgust:
"You're dirty, stay away from me."
A wooden hand pushed at his shoulder.
Zhu Zangmo fell headfirst like a stiff wooden stick.
"Ah——" a scream accompanied the long fall.
"Bang!"
The scene changes to the puppet's perspective of looking down.
Zhu Zangmo fell downstairs with his hands and feet twisted, making strange gestures like a lying monkey, staring at the puppet in the window high above.
The sound of the TV drifted out the window: "Isn't it beautiful?"
"It... hurts so much... It seems... Everything is broken." Tears of blood slid down the corners of Zhu Zangmo's eyes, but they instantly froze into ice patterns.
A snowflake fell on his eyeball, frozen in time and blocked the smiling face of the puppet on the tall building.
"Why is it snowing?" Zhu Zangmo's face, which had long looked like a dead man, was still able to speak.
"Crack, crack, crack."
Strange sound.
His eyes rolled and he saw a pair of bare feet in the snow, with wood grain on them.
Looking up, I saw a puppet girl wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, with two small pigtails. Her name tag read: "Yao XX."
Zhu Zangmo grinned, his mouth oozing blood. "So it's your turn, classmate Yao."
"Student Yao" stopped beside him, bent down and "took a look", then suddenly jumped back a long distance as if he saw something dirty.
Then he turned around and ran away with a swish.
Ahead was a mountain covered in snow. It suddenly stopped, looked back, and waved its wooden hand.
"I understand, I understand..." It seemed as if there was some force that allowed Zhu Zangmo to support his broken joints and stand up with a creaking sound.
He limped, his broken arm dangling, his broken leg dragging, his head tilted, and walked like a zombie, following the puppet into the snowy field.
His mouth was not idle, and his sporadic mumblings were carried into the cold wind.
“Student Yao…you are a genius.
"On a winter night, wearing shorts and a short shirt... walking into the snow-covered mountains... freezing yourself to death... How did you come up with such a beautiful way to die?"
The snow was getting deeper and deeper. His legs were deformed, and he was crawling and kneeling with great difficulty, still chattering:
"When your body was found, it looked like an ice sculpture. It was really beautiful..."
Bang! A stone flew over and hit him on the head. It was thrown by "Classmate Yao".
Zhu Zangmo was vulnerable and fell to the ground in the snow.
"It hurts...it's so cold..." He cried out in pain, but as if driven by some force, he crawled forward in the snow like a bug.
The snow and ice froze on my face and body, and I finally couldn't climb anymore.
"Classmate Yao" ignored him and ran forward. Pinocchio didn't even look back, running briskly in the snow like a happy little girl.
Running farther and farther, disappearing into the endless white.
Zhu Zangmo twisted in the snow and turned into an ugly ice sculpture.
“Click.”
Someone hit his icy face with a stick.
His pale eyes rolled around and he saw a school uniform.
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