"He's looking for you too."

The words of the woman in the hospital gown were extraordinarily sure, making people unconsciously convinced.

Cheng Mengyun looked at her and put down the chopsticks in her hand. She frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

The woman didn't mean to explain, but started humming a children's song frantically, singing intermittently, and the lyrics were even more indistinct.

Cheng Mengyun knows and can sing this song, but she is insufficent and will be out of tune when she sings. She didn't understand the meaning of the other party's actions.

Maybe just a psychopath babbling?

After a while, several medical staff hurried over and pulled the woman away from the cafeteria, while the other party was still humming the children's song repeatedly, playing with the potholes on her fingernails.

Since then, she has never seen that crazy woman again, and the doctors said that she was being cared for in a serious condition.

The decorations on the basement floors are the same as those on the ground. She lives in the ward on the negative second floor, and sometimes wants to go out for a walk. The stairs and elevators are always surrounded by heavily armed security personnel, pointing out that the downstairs is a restricted area, and the hospital Heavy. Her range of action was also sharply reduced to just two floors.

Later, her condition worsened and she couldn't get out of that small ward.

She couldn't remember which day it was, but she only remembered that one day her condition suddenly deteriorated, and her body declined rapidly with the weakening of her spirit, like a rapidly withered flower branch.

But she also talked to volunteers in other clinical trials, all of whom were healthy except her. The only one who also had the same symptoms, like her, was rescued from the zombie tide, and her doubts were gradually dispelled.

Her deteriorating body made it difficult for her to think about more things. Sometimes she just planned to do something, but she forgot within a few minutes. She occasionally laughed at herself as a goldfish, and sometimes only had 7 seconds of memory.

Until one day, she found that the memories from childhood to adulthood began to fade, and when even the faces of her mother and Aunt Yin began to blur, she was uncontrollably panicked.

The decline in memory made her rely on the pen and paper sent by the nurse, and her panic made her desperately jot down the memories that she had not yet begun to forget. Whether it was her childhood school or that warm family, she tried her best to stay at the desk in the ward and have nothing to do. Write it down in detail.

But she found that everything could not get around another person.

In her more than ten years, every day, there is the shadow of that person.

When she came back to her senses, the book on the table was already full of his name.

The crooked words on the snow-white paper were like shouting.

His cold and indifferent eyes reappeared in her mind, like a nail that could not be removed from her memory. Impressions of him were replaced by apathy and selfishness, and all the rest faded with fading memories.

not like this.

She was breathing hard, and the world in front of her began to shake.

As if to testify to her thoughts, she began desperately recalling everything about him.

As if returning to that cold afternoon, the 7-year-old was sitting in a chair in the county hospital, waiting for her mother outside the ward. In the ward with the door open, the mother accompanied an aunt who was covered in blood. It was also there that she saw him for the first time. He was wearing ill-fitting clothing, and his exposed skin was covered in large bruises. The child's eyes are cold and distant, and there is a formulaic politeness to greetings.

later.....

She hugged her head and let out a repressed cry of pain. Whenever she recalled the past about him, a tearing pain would come from the depths of her mind, but she held her temper and forced herself to think about it.

Later, the mother and the aunt became friends who talked about everything, and she also started to go to school with him. Different classes in the same school. There was an appointment to go home together, but she couldn't wait for him at the school gate. When he arrived at the classroom, he was surrounded by several children of the same age. His ill-fitting clothes were torn apart, torn textbooks and homework were on the ground, and a little black in the trash was his schoolbag. In the foul language, she saw that he suddenly silently kicked over the classmates who were pulling his hair in front of him, and with his face flushed, he picked up the chairs and smashed the besieged classmates over, and every time he took him with him. With ruthless strength.

In the sound of roaring and moaning, he silently picked up the schoolbag and shredded paper, and stumbled out of the classroom directly. When she passed by the door, his eyes were numb and indifferent. Then, his reputation was in disrepair, he became more and more reticent in school, and his classmates alienated her with whom he was close.

The pain was like the night attacking the day at dusk, as if to split her head. She bit her lip tightly, and the blood flowed quickly, wetting the paper with his name written on it.

what about the back...

In high school, he was no longer so taciturn, but sharp enough to show all kinds of edges, like a hedgehog. Facing her kindness, he often ignores or ridicules her kindness. Even at the funeral of his mother and Aunt Yin, among the weeping guests, he never shed a single tear, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Yes, he is such a cold and selfish person.

A voice suddenly came from her heart, she trembled all over, the pain spread from her brain to her whole body, as if it was going to tear her body apart.

You've always known that even though he looked gentle and gentle later, he was still a cold-blooded person at heart. said the voice again.

Tears kept rolling out, pouring into bright red blood.

"It's not like this..." She shook her head, her face was in pain, she pulled her hair with both hands, and her lip was stained with blood.

However, that voice was still repeating against his will, together with the increasingly clear picture of being pushed into the group of zombies with his own hands.

"No, no..." She covered her ears helplessly, and the buzzing sound came from her ears, and the sound still didn't stop, and even gradually increased, crowding out other thoughts.

[It was he who left you. 】

Following the firm facts of that voice, the firm cognition in her heart wavered again, and an unparalleled sense of panic seized her.

"No..." She screamed terribly, slamming her head hard on the hard table, and blood red appeared on her pale forehead.

However, that voice was like a tarsal maggot, no matter what she could not get rid of, she wanted to use new pain to escape.

Salty tears mixed with blood flowed into her mouth, she cried loudly, everything in front of her eyes began to be covered with scarlet, layer upon layer.

At the moment when fantasy and the past merged, the trauma of the body became clear, and the pain from the wound on the forehead suppressed the pain in the depths of his mind for a while. Some fragmented memories also emerged, like drowning in the deep sea for a long time and finally climbing ashore with the waves that were always desired.

Even that irritating voice was quieter.

She was stunned for a moment, but those strange and familiar memories quickly disappeared, as if being suppressed by something else.

Palpitations made it hard for her to breathe, and fear and panic crushed her. Looking at the blurred blood-red world in front of her eyes, she slammed her head on the table like crazy.

Amidst the blunt sound of "bang bang", viscous liquid gushed out, staining the paper red.

Healing is nowhere near as fast as self-destruction. The pain on her forehead was sharp and intense, she felt the loss of vitality, her eyes turned black, and she felt a sense of dying.

At the junction of life and death, with a sharp pain in the depths of my mind, that voice disappeared, replaced by a flood of hidden memories.

When she was crushed on the cold floor by the medical staff who rushed in, she finally saw clearly.

On the main road with dim street lights, when he was accosted by a drunken stranger, he rushed out to chase him away; in the cheap rented house, on nights when he was embarrassed by money, it was he who handed over the hard work of going around for the day; In front of the unit building, when surrounded by zombies, he was the one who rushed all the way here.

Later amusement parks, resorts, Longevity Village...

From beginning to end, he never left her.

The struggling body was firmly pressed, a tingling pain came from the neck, and the injected liquid felt faint.

The soaring fire in my memory seemed to reappear in front of my eyes, revealing another more unbearable fact in a bloody way:

I lost him.

In the confrontation between drowsiness and sobriety, a familiar and extremely destructive force broke into her mind, fiddled with her cherished memories, and distorted everything about that person again.

don't want......

She wanted to resist, but when she moved her body, she heard the sound of rattling chains, which fixed her actions within a narrow range.

The fatal wound on her forehead healed quickly with her own healing power under external force, and the clarity brought about by the sense of near-death quickly moved away, and she entered the muddle again in vain.

Before falling into a coma, she heard the nurse's gentle voice:

"Good boy, death is painful, life is very precious, cherish life."

When she woke up again, she was drowsy. She saw the calendar on the desktop and realized that a day had passed, but she couldn't remember what she did yesterday.

She touched her forehead, she always felt that there should be a wound there, but it turned out to be smooth skin.

Looking blankly at the table in the ward, she felt that something was missing on the table.

What is missing?

At this time, the nurse knocked on the door and came in, and handed her a notebook and paper with a smile: "You said you want a pen and paper to write something, I'll bring it for you."

She snorted and took it, but was taken aback for a moment, as if that scene just happened before.

There is a sense of déjà vu everywhere, but she can't find any gaps in the decaying memory.

By chance, she found that the sharp objects in the ward disappeared, the chairs were replaced with soft sofas, and there were anti-collision protective stickers everywhere. There seemed to be more banners "cherish life" in the corridor.

She became more and more silent. Her physical and mental ailments prevented her from having much energy to deal with the outside world. For this reason, the clinical trials on her gradually stopped, and the doctors told her to take care of her body first.

The mental illness caused by the death of her mother and Aunt Yin also broke out immediately.

She has not had enough strength to walk outside the ward for a long time every day.

Her concept of time gradually became blurred, until one time the mountain shook again, and even the reinforced underground floors felt shaking.

Amidst the piercing siren, the nurse rushed into the ward, put the weak woman on a wheelchair, and prepared to rush to the refuge.

As soon as she opened the door of the ward, she saw screaming and crying all over the corridor in the wheelchair.

A figure walking against the flow of people was particularly conspicuous. The other party was a teenage girl with a numb expression.

The man was wearing a white coat symbolizing an angel in white, but the moment Cheng Mengyun saw him, he felt that the color he should wear was not white, but black.

An inexplicable anger and hostility welled up in her heart. Before she could figure it out, she saw the little girl standing a few meters away and said with a smile:

"Hello, Cheng Mengyun. I'm your old friend, Tao Xiyue."

Cheng Mengyun didn't see the nurse pushing her wheelchair turn livid, and the tall security personnel in the distance were rushing over.

She looked into the little girl's eyes, the other's eyes and voice seemed to be filled with magic, the other opened his mouth in a convincing tone:

"Cheng Mengyun, death is not a terrible thing."

The next second, the other party quickly took out a gun from his pocket and fired several shots at the girl in the wheelchair, hitting the fatal point of her body.

When Cheng Mengyun died suddenly, he could only hear the other party's last words:

"Now, you should wake up."

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