Friday, April 17, 0:28 am.

Bang!

Shotballs with short range damage scattered out.

The monster who pounced on Luo Zhe stagnated, and flowers exploded on one arm, blood blew, blurred, but the effect was limited.

The bloody and crawler-like appendage on its back was blinding with a strange sense of dazzlingness. It filled the room with a cold cold like a cold-blooded insect, spider, mosquito, flies, and centipede. Its curling torso stretched out and twisted its body and crawled quickly towards Luo Zhe.

"Useless...Run..."

The sad compound eyes were filled with blood, and the begging voice was deeply mourning.

And the roar of terrifying that the mesh diaphragm on the chest coughed up blood plasma shocked.

"Sacred Dreams, Holy Omens, Holy Phantoms, Holy Punishment, Holy Sacred and Merciful!"

"Grace! Mercy! Faith! Holy! Suffer! Tolerance! Redemption! Holy!"

Two appendages pierced, aimed at Luo Zhe's temple, and were about to penetrate deeper and stir up the brain fluid.

Dongdong...

Luo Zhe's heartbeat was two beats faster and his blood rushed.

The feeling of pushing the back, the tide-like nausea seemed to have swollen and fermented rotten mold tumbling and rushing in the stomach, like a rising and falling feeling pushed by a space rocket quickly.

He foresaw this scene, with layers of phantoms in front of him.

He predicted the scene in advance, but could not recall the detailed details. He only remembered that he was hollowed out and died. He quickly bowed down and successfully avoided the fatal blow.

“Run…”

The mouth on the head is extremely sad.

The mesh diaphragm on the chest seemed to be irritated, coughing up blood plasma, and shaking out the insect-like human hissing. The difference from before was that it was ups and downs, and every character splashed out a magnificent scarlet liquid.

"The sacred body... Strong* sacred... The sacred murderer... Death sacred... Everyone! All the holy places! All the holy!"

It seems to be crazy.

Ten appendages stabbed towards Luo Zhe frantically.

Silent...

The heartbeat accelerated again, and I predicted the positions that were about to come.

Even though Luo Zhe avoided several times, his body speed could not keep up with the nerve reaction speed. More than a dozen holes the size of fists were pierced on his arms, thighs, and waist, and blood was gushing out.

He used all his last effort to load and pull the trigger, hitting a flower of flesh and blood, but it was useless.

He fell to the ground with a slump and was no longer alive.

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Baroque style retro decoration, carved Western European medieval imitation furniture with horseshoe legs, dark brown wall panels with oil paintings of plants and scenery, as well as specimens made of deer heads, nostalgic carved mahogany wall clocks, and every second hand goes into the grid, which is extremely crisp, and Luo Zhe feels a little tired of hearing it.

The breeze rolled up the curtains, and a beam of sunlight came in from the window, and the strong light shook Luo Zhe tensed.

"Is insomnia getting worse?"

Luo Zhe collapsed on the chair and pinched his eyebrows. He had forgotten how he came here, whether he was taking the light rail or driving his own car, and even forgot what day of the week and whether it was a weekday.

Luo Zhe wanted to see the time on the wall clock, but once he focused his eyes on it, floaters would become severe and be blocked by distorted black shadow monster spots.

"I have to say that if you are not a mentally ill, you might become an author. No, you can still publish it. What you wrote is quite interesting."

Qiao Ya turned over the last page of the story written by Luo Zhe and threw the notebook in front of Luo Zhe.

Luo Zhe frowned, and malice was reflected in his pupils.

Although I trust Qiao Ya, this intellectual and beautiful gentle woman is particularly abnormal today. She is not the kind of soft-hearted person, but a stereotyped doctor who acts completely according to rules and regulations.

Luo Zhe picked up his notebook and started to read it. It was about some content about hallucinations and monsters. He had no impression of writing these things at all, and he didn't even have the habit of writing.

"There is no point that proves that this is what I wrote, it's just something printed on A4 paper. I can say that this is what Shakespeare wrote and then use it to make some money. Will anyone believe me? Mental ill...I'm not mentally ill."

Luo Zhe threw the notebook into the trash can with disdain. Although he knew that Qiao Ya put her in her shoes, this might be something new, but it was a bit too much.

"Is that true? In the story, you still treat me as a counselor and it touched me a little. You were diagnosed with acute delusion attacks, epilepsy mental disorders, paranoid mental disorders, and the most serious one is disintegration. It has been a long time since the medicine I prescribed for you has the side effects of transient amnesia. Do you still remember how it came here?"

Qiao Ya's face was expressionless, her hands clasped on the table and pressed against her chin, her eyes as if she was interrogating.

Luo Zhe tried hard to recall how he got here, but the pain came from his head and could not remember any information.

"I'm not mentally ill, I'm just here to get you to prescribe medicine. How do you prove everything you said?"

Luo Zhe was a little disdainful.

"Although you didn't tell me anything about you in your subjective consciousness, you were not prepared for the epilepsy. Luo Zhe, you are a monster."

Qiao Ya calmly flipped through the files and added: "It's hard to imagine what kind of pathological mentality you have. Is it because of childhood trauma? Perhaps it's because of the lack of funds in the nursing home to send a school for deaf and mute people. I have seen too many tragedies. You seem to have had a clever understanding of the meaning of life and human desires since childhood. So I worked as a data analyst."

"Do you understand what they want right? The isolated individual is very clear that when he is alone, he cannot burn palaces or loot the shops. Even if he is tempted to do so, he can easily resist this idea. But when he becomes a member of the group, he will realize that the power given to him by the number of people is enough to make him think of killing and robbing, and will immediately succumb to this evil thought. Unexpected obstacles will be destroyed by violence. Luo Zhe, you are a monster."

"You don't believe in the theory of good nature or evil nature. You advocate the theory of majority. You seized the opportunity and seized the key to turning over. You are a world of difference from other children who are studying in the deaf and mute academy. As long as you join the trend, just stand in the wind, and let more people fall into entertainment until death, you can consolidate your position. Look at you now, from having nothing to apartments, hundreds of thousands of cars, and millions of deposits in your card. You are a successful person... by plundering human thoughts."

Qiao Ya's expressionless face.

A long silence.

Only the rustling sound of the breeze blew the curtains.

"So what? Also, I hate the saying of childhood trauma, so the weak will be injured. This doesn't mean anything, it's just a flaw, I have no flaws. Even if you know this, so what?"

Luo Zhe's meticulous oily head radiated a few strands, and his haggard eyes seemed indifferent.

There was no panic as I imagined, and even the people and chairs would take several steps back.

Qiao Ya was stunned for a long time before she recovered and said, "You have changed, Luo Zhe, you will be completely different in less than a day. It doesn't matter anything, right? Even if you have never shown anyone's true appearance."

Luo Zhe frowned, not knowing what tricks Qiao Ya was playing.

"Open your heart."

“Join the hunt.”

"We'll meet again soon, and I'll take you to see another person next time."

After Qiao Ya said that, Luo Zhe felt a swelling in his stomach.

"What……"
Chapter completed!