Chapter 2 The wage earner at the Horror Bar (Leader’s 10,000-word update 1/2)
His eyes were blurred, as if covered by layers of red water waves. He opened his eyes with great effort and raised his hand blankly.
The arm felt a resistance, and at the same time there was a buoyancy, which made the whole person continue to rise and fall in the narrow space.
Where am I?
He thought in a daze.
"Bang."
His hands accidentally touched the cold glass wall, and the coolness made him tremble.
who I am?
He retracted his hand and hugged himself helplessly, his black hair gently pushed from behind with the liquid wrapped around him to the front.
Long hair? Mine?
Subconsciously stretched out his hand to pinch a strand, and he became even more confused. For some reason, in his perception, his gender should not have long hair.
His ears were not clean at all, and the water pressure roared, making his mind unable to calm for a moment.
The liquid was red, and he gradually realized that he was soaked in something that looked very similar to blood, but the liquid was more viscous, but it did not hinder his breathing.
The liquid was confined to him in a small glassware. Outside the vessel, several blurred figures in white clothes noticed him and walked towards him.
They stopped outside the vessel, holding some paper, and pointed at him.
He reacted for a while before looking back and pressing against the same transparent glass wall behind him.
Who are they and what are they doing?
Who am I and why am I here?
Why do they look at me?
Questions emerged one by one, but he could not speak, his voice would quietly dissipate in the red liquid, as if it had never existed.
I... got locked up?
A great fear suddenly swept over, and he became impatient and looked at himself.
No clothing.
The muscle lines are tight and slender, the legs are straight and slender, and they are restlessly half floating in the liquid.
On him, wounds of all sizes were crisscrossed, some of which had scabbed, some were still bleeding, revealing the thick white bones inside.
But he couldn't feel the pain.
He saw excitement on the faces of the people outside, and the sound of conversation came into his ears:
"He woke up."
"He is so perfect. The first time I have seen an experimental subject with such a high degree of fit."
"Hahaha, he will become a masterpiece in our hands, and the actors will definitely be satisfied. Look, he is like a work of art..."
"A work of danger, tyrannical art!"
He was very scared and tried his best to retreat, but he could not stop any gaze that was staring at him.
He had no privacy, like stripping off the packaging of goods, and the shame and embarrassment from the depths of his soul made him suffer, and he shook his head to the people outside.
He is not a work of art, he is a human!
At this moment, the blood in the glassware became thicker and thicker, so thick that he could no longer see anything.
The pure blood color is no longer transparent, blocking everything from the outside world and giving him a long-lost sense of security.
He began to like blood.
He began to rely on blood.
"Click."
The vessel cracked, and he raised his hand to touch it. The crack suddenly magnified, and the next moment, the glass shattered in response!
"He's out!"
There was a chaotic sound around him, and he didn't know what he had done. He didn't come to his senses until a strange touch came from his hand that he saw the body in a white coat in front of him, with wide eyes open.
The expression of the corpse was terrified and ugly. Although he had never faced it so clearly, he knew that this was the person who was the work of art.
"Ah—!" Screams came from around him, and people burst into tears, causing his eardrums to hurt.
More screams.
Screaming never stops.
He was disgusted with the scream at first, but gradually he got used to it. He healed all his wounds like a new body, sinking into the fear of others... and gradually fascinated.
He is not a human, he is a monster.
——
"Wake up! Yu Xing!" The woman's cold and tough voice exploded in her ears, making her eardrums more uncomfortable than screams.
Yu Xing woke up from the chaos and groaned.
Because the other party not only woke up from his mouth, but also grabbed his shoulder with his hands, and the force was not small, so he kept shaking him.
"Okay, that's OK..." Yu Xing opened one of his eyes with difficulty. Seeing that Qu Yanqing was staring at him seriously with nervousness, his smile and lips were pursed, then he opened both eyes.
He forced himself to wake up, his voice was still hoarse: "It's just a dream, don't be nervous...I'm fine."
Seeing that he woke up, Qu Yanqing suddenly let go. She was kneeling on the bed with one knee, and one leg was on the ground and leaning downward.
Now she retreated quickly and stood firm on the ground.
"I'm not nervous, I'm just worried that you are in a wrong state. If you lose control, you will threaten my safety." Qu Yanqing said seriously. If someone who doesn't know her, he might really believe it.
When Yu Xing heard this, he laughed softly, not exposing her concern.
He let out a long breath, sat up on the bed, rubbed his temples, and expressed helplessness at the content of his dream.
Sure enough, the feeling of the scene...
The scene in the organization made his memory come up, and he ended up having such a dream that was a bit chaotic.
However, unlike ordinary dreams, there seems to be some other powers mixed in this dream... It is like a pair of hands, constantly trying to keep him in the dream and sink forever.
Of course, this is nothing to him. Even if Qu Yanqing doesn't wake him up, he will almost wake up.
"When the degree of personality alienation is high, every little increase will have a huge impact on people." Qu Yanqing explained as if he knew what he was thinking, "Your alienation is already as high as 50%. If others are already unconscious and gradually become ghostly, you can still maintain human thinking, which is already very special."
"After I saw that your alienation level increased by 1, I expected that you would definitely have an abnormality today."
"From your perspective just now, what do I look like? By the way, why are you in my room?" Yu Xing asked after hearing this.
He didn't feel anything, he didn't even sweat. Don't look at the big emotions in the dream, it was just because he had no real memory in the dream. If he was now, let alone just seeing glassware, even if he was locked up again... he wouldn't have any psychological fluctuations.
It was too young at that time and I had experienced few things, so I was so easily affected by emotions.
"..." Qu Xianqing sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "You don't think the hotel door can block me. I just knew you were uneasy tonight, so I kept paying attention. Sure enough, your breath wasn't right just now, so I came over."
"When I came, your skin seemed to be cracking everywhere, and I could almost see cracks, but in the end it still didn't crack and recovered myself."
She glanced at Yu Xing: "Of course, I just lifted your top and looked at it. I didn't take off your pants. I don't know if there is anything wrong with the lower body. You can feel it yourself."
"..." Yu Xing's eyes twitched, and he looked down and found that the quilt had been lifted off and his top T-shirt had wrinkles.
I'm fine, nothing happened, my upper body and lower body are very good.
"I found you..." Yu Xing sorted out his clothes and looked at Qu Yanqing in scrutiny. "When he grew up, he spoke more and more like a confrontation."