Next to Zhao Yi, there was a suitcase piled up.

Chao Ci paused as he walked in, as if he knew what would happen next, but the answer was rejected.

Zhao Yi pinched his eyebrows. He was disappointed and helpless at such a self-destructive speech, but at this moment, he didn't want to say that.

"Aci, Nan Xiaojin is back." Zhao Yi said, "I'm moving out."

He waited for a day and a night just to say goodbye.

"It will be good for both of us to be separated for a while."

Chao Ci looked at him steadily and said nothing.

After Zhao Yi finished speaking, without asking for Chao Ci's consent, he stood up, pulled his suitcase and walked out.

As Chao Ci passed by, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed in his heart: "You like to go out and hang out. I know I have no position to stop you, but you'd better have some idea."

After he finished speaking, he walked out the door.

The sound of the heavy door being closed echoed in the living room.

Chao Ci still stood there blankly. He had never changed this action since he entered the door.

After a long time, the eyes blinked, and finally it seemed that there was a little bit of life in front of them.

But what's more, a gloomy death aura clings to his brows.

He knew what Zhao Yi meant.

He thinks he is dirty.

Chao Ci lowered his head and looked at himself. There were mottled bruises under his collar. No matter how many times he washed it before coming here, the disgusting odor on his body could never be washed away.

Finally this step has been reached.

Chao Ci raised the corners of his mouth, but the arc was not like a smile, but rather like the arc of a puppet being pulled by a rope.

He stepped up the stairs step by step. The soles of his shoes hit the solid wood floor, making a moderate sound.

Sound after sound, the time intervals seemed to be carefully calculated, accurate and cold.

It's the same bathroom.

That night, he made a desperate move, like a solitary fire crashing into Zhao Yi's arms with his last extravagant thoughts.

But in the end he was pushed away.

——He walked into the bathroom and lit a lamp. The lamp was not very bright, and the people in the mirror looked blurry.

He fell in love with that person for seven years.

——He walked to the bathtub and looked at it calmly. The wide entrance looked like a big dark hole in the dim light.

No, maybe it was much longer ago.

When the boy protected him behind him regardless.

He established the only connection between the world and himself who had never received any goodwill. That thin and transparent thread held him in danger again and again.

——The faucet in the bathtub was opened, and lukewarm water trickled out.

He told Zhao Yi that he loved him.

But in fact, this kind of emotion is not love, but something heavier than love.

He is his everything.

He can only survive by absorbing his strength.

The world is filthy, and others are filthy, including Chao Ci himself...it is also disgusting.

But if I can be with Zhao Yi, all these can be tolerated.

But there is no if.

——He stepped into the bathtub and slowly lay down.

So disgusting, so disgusting, getting more and more disgusting...

I really wish I had a knife that could cut off all the flesh on my body, and then burn it cleanly with fire.

——He raised his right hand and seemed to be thinking.

But he doesn't have a knife.

——He put his wrist to his mouth and bit down hard.

The flesh and blood on his hand instantly became blurred, and thick blood flowed down his wrist.

——The blood gradually merged into the water flow, and the water flow slowly submerged him.

Ayi, I'm sick.

But I don't have the strength to cure it.

…………

This was all he had experienced the last time he came on this mission.

Chao Ci raised his head and focused his gaze on the snow-white ceiling, but his eyes were unfocused.

[I seem to be sick.] He said to the system.

[...?] The system displayed a line of question marks silently, and then couldn't help but said in surprise: [!! You finally found it! ]

[Go away, I’m talking about my role in this world!] Chao Ci said angrily.

Yes, he discovered it when he was doing this task before. His mental condition is obviously not a normal person and is very dangerous.

His self-destruction after being rejected by Zhao Yi was actually an act of self-destruction.

Perhaps the person who hates Chao Ci the most is himself.

[Hey. It’s so miserable. It’s already so miserable, and I still have to be pulled back.] Chao Ci said depressedly, [It makes no sense at all!]

While Chao Ci was lying in a daze on the hospital bed, Tan Lie was talking to the doctor outside.

Despite the way he deliberately acted relaxed in front of Chao Ci just now, in fact, he had been suffering more than anyone else this day and night.

He couldn't contact Chao Ci the day before yesterday. He felt vaguely uneasy, but he didn't think about it deeply. Maybe Chao Ci was just in a bad mood that day and didn't want to read those messages and phone calls. After all, Chao Ci ignored him.

It took a day or two.

But yesterday he still couldn't contact Chao Ci, and even turned off his phone later. This was something that had never happened before, and Tan Lie became more and more anxious.

He couldn't help but take the initiative to look for Chao Ci. He searched many places where Chao Ci often went, until midnight, but couldn't find it. Finally, he went to the apartment where Chao Ci lived.

He knew that it was the apartment that Chao Ci and Zhao Yi shared, and Chao Ci had bluntly said before that he was not allowed to go there to find him.

But this time the situation was urgent, and Tan Lie couldn't care so much.

The door to Chao Ci's apartment was obviously locked. He even called a lock picker in the middle of the night, and finally opened the door, searching for Chao Ci throughout the house.

Eventually he saw him in that bathroom.

At that moment, the blood in his limbs and bones seemed to freeze.

The young man lay quietly in the bathtub, with only his head above the water.

He still had a pale smile on his face, but underneath his body was a pool of bright red.

He could no longer care about his grief and forced his frozen body to stumble to the bathtub and hugged the young man out.

He trembled his fingertips and put them under Chao Ci's nose.

There is still breath.

He didn't have time to feel relieved because blood was still oozing from the young man's wrist.

Tan Lie picked up the towel in the bathroom and covered the young man's wrist tightly.

He didn't have time to examine the young man's wounds, but a quick glance was enough to shock him.

The wound was full of blood and flesh, and the edges were even completely white. The irregular and ferocious appearance showed that it was not scratched open with a sharp weapon, but bitten open by a human being.

Chao Ci bit it himself.

He stared at Chao Ci blankly, but did not dare to think too much. After holding down Chao Ci's wrist, he quickly called an ambulance and waited blankly while holding Chao Ci.

Fortunately, Chaoci's apartment is in a good location and is very close to the hospital.

After a whole night of rescuing, he finally snatched him back from the hands of death.

…………

"The patient's physical condition should be stable now, but he is relatively weak and can be nursed back to health later. But his suicide is very special. He bit his wrist open with his teeth. In the case of suicide,

Very few people have such courage. It shows that his world-weariness is very serious, and the psychological problems are sometimes more serious than the physical problems. If we do not solve it, we can save him once, but there is no guarantee that he will be saved the second time, or even

The third time, so my suggestion is that he’d better undergo follow-up psychological treatment.”

In the corridor outside Chaoci's ward, the doctor said this to Tan Lie.

Tan Lie comes from country D and has always paid more attention to psychological problems than China. He naturally knows the seriousness of Chao Ci's self-destructive tendency.
Chapter completed!