Someone is forcing Bai Liu to do to Tavel, what those investors, the factory manager do to him, and then forcing him to become who he should be.
Bai Liu didn't want to do it, but he didn't have no choice but to take a gamble.
But this method will definitely not be allowed.
The moment Bai Liu thought of this method, he quickly lowered his head.
Tavel knows him too well, Bai Liu finds it difficult to hide his thoughts in front of this guy, so he can only narrow his eyebrows and pretend to be thinking, and then give the answer: "... the antidote, I have no other choice, I have been with others Made a deal."
"That only needs my blood." Tavel stretched out his hand, and a thorny, tiny, blood ganoderma vine pierced through the blue blood vessels under his white wrist, and the bright red blood instantly wrapped around his wrist. Tilt down sideways.
The vines greedily circled the path of blood flow and began to grow wantonly, and spread in a bundle on Tavel's arm. Sharp black thorns pierced the porcelain-like white skin, and soon more blood came from the hole-shaped wound. Well out of it.
Tavel's face quickly paled as the vines entangled, and his breathing rhythm began to slow down due to excessive blood loss, and blood continued to drip from his fingertips holding Bailiu.
"I... need a container for blood." Tavel's eyelids were half-closed, and he paused and said, "It's like a baptismal pool."
Bai Liu looked around the room and fixed it on a glass display cabinet with an upward opening and horizontally.
Tavel consciously lay down in the glass cabinet that the factory workers prepared for his heart—this cabinet was just pulled out of the white willow and they broke in. It was still intact and undamaged. It was about the same length as Tavel's height, just right. You can let him lie down.
The blood that permeated silently quickly soaked the backs of Tavel's hands on both sides of the glass cabinet.
—This scene is exactly the same as Sheta lying in the baptismal pool in the church.
Bai Liu subconsciously turned his face away and stood up to face this scene.
His breathing speeded up involuntarily, his hands kept letting go and gathering, and he kept getting close to Tavier. The aroma caused his mental value to drop slowly. At this moment, he finally reached the critical point of hallucinations.
Many mixed voices began to appear in his mind:
【—He hurts! Can't you see that he hurts! Are you a monster! Don't you have feelings! Stop it! 】
[Do you know how much he hurts! Why are you torturing him! Do people like you have the most important people? 】
【Are you unable to empathize with others? 】
[He really is a monster, right? 】
[Bai Liu, your mental state is not right, go see a psychiatrist...]
[... Severe traumatic stress syndrome, when encountering scar scenes, it will subconsciously repeat the stereotyped movements at the time...]
[Bai Liu, why are you afraid of water? You are not afraid of water at all. You are afraid of seeing the corpse in the water. Do you remember who he is? ! 】
[Really Sheta has died for you! 】
[... Some PTSD patients who are not hurt by themselves, but with strong empathy, will constantly fantasize about the original scenes and simulate themselves to take the injury on behalf of that person to reduce their guilt...】
[If it was me who was tortured, it was me who hurt, and it was me who died... It would be great if I could replace Su Chao...]
Everything began to chaos in Bai Liu's mind.
Looking through the narrow gap behind the curtains, Sheta, who was constantly being submerged in the baptismal pool, had drooping hair dripping with blood on both sides of his face.
From beginning to end, Bai Liu’s original childhood fantasies have always been Sieta—those who were called monsters by children, rejected by the teacher and punished badly, who were baptized and confined alone in the church, and were submerged in the baptismal pool time and time again. The people who were cleansed in, and couldn't escape from the orphanage, were all Sheta.
Not Bailiu, not Bailiu, but Sheta.
And in Bai Liu's lost old memory, why would the person who experienced this be replaced with himself
Bai Liu's breathing started quickly, and his skin began to feel like a tingling sensation from vines.
He covered his neck, and the severe pain of a vine puncture in the blood vessels in his neck made him frown-but there was nothing there.
A sturdy vine pierced through Tavel's neck, his breathing gradually weakened, and his long hair was suspended in the blood, entangled with the vine.
Bai Liu started to stand unstable. He felt as if every bone was prickling out. Every time he breathed, he felt severe pain because of the muscle contraction being cut apart. It made him unstable while standing, almost dizzy. Kneel down.
But in fact, there was nothing in Bai Liu's body, it was just an illusion, a real and excessive illusion.
These hallucinations created by Bai Liu's subconscious mind are making him experience the same thing as Tavel.
Tarville's voice came from behind him: "Are you leaving?"
"What are you going to do?"
Tavel's peaceful voice calmed Bai Liu.
Bai Liu took a deep breath twice while holding on to a crumbling cooling pipe, so that the mashed brain could maintain a basic thinking, and then replied Tavel: "Go and tell people outside, I found the [antidote]."
"Lying." Tavel said, "Bai Liu, you never dare to face me when you lie."
His words were so gentle as if he had seen Bai Liu for the first time in a church: "Would you like to tell me, what are you going to do if you leave me?"
—[Would you like to read a book with me? 】
Bai Liu's body seemed to be manipulated by some kind of consciousness he didn't know. He was like a malfunctioning robot. He turned around and saw Tavel sitting up in the blood pool.
-Covered with thorns, but still focused, looking at him nicely, with pinhole wounds on his body and a very shallow smile on his face.
Bai Liu's pupils contracted slightly and then expanded.
… The body of Sheta, who was full of pinholes next to the pond, and Bailiu, who was exhausted, kneeling beside him, did not know how long CPR did not take.
Bai Liu's eyes were slumped in place, and then he got close to the corpse, clenched his hands into fists, and gently opened and closed Xieta's chest without a heartbeat, murmured softly in his mouth, imitating the sound of his heartbeat:
"Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-"
"Isn't my heart beating faster? Why don't I even be beating now..."
"Give me a jump..."
The words of the crappy psychiatrist who Bai Liu had visited several times because of the free charge rang in his ears intermittently:
[... Judging from your friend's words, you are a serious ptsd, which can be regarded as the type of witnessed wounds and needs self-regulation...]
[But your personality is too extreme. If you encounter a similar scene next time, your reaction should be very radical—you will do your best to prevent similar things from happening again in front of you, and it is even possible to replace the other party with yourself...】
"What are you going to do, Bai Liu?" Tavel raised his silver-blue eyes and looked at him.
Bai Liu's fingers moved on his side, and he summoned a playing card—Ace of Hearts.
He opened his mouth and finally said, "I am going to find a mirror."
[Liu Jiayi, can this Ace of Hearts completely transform one person into another? Including blood or something? 】
[Why are you asking this? If you can find the existence of another person in your heart, close to the other person, the basic transformation of blood composition can be done with this skill card. 】
[What about some characteristics? Such as blood regeneration speed and tolerance to death? 】
[==What the hell is this? Who are you going to transform into? Who is the most important person in his heart like this? Blood regeneration, death tolerance, it sounds—]
【—It's like a monster. 】
"What are you looking for a mirror for?" Taville asked.
"Let me see myself." Bai Liu said.
[Yes, who is the most important person in my heart is this monster~]
[Wow, Bai Liu, the expression on your face is disgusting, you just laughed so strangely! 】
"Why do you want to see yourself?" Tavel asked.
Bai Liu lowered his neck, he lowered his head and calmly looked at himself in the reflection of the puddle on the ground. The waves of those roses were still dazzlingly reflected in his pupils like the face of a summer pool and lake, and there was no emotion on his face.
It remained silent for a long, long time, and at the same time, the heart in the center of the Ace of Hearts playing card in his hand turned quickly.
The person in Tao Xin quickly changed from Su Chao to another person.
Bai Liu’s hair grows longer, his limbs become as powerful and perfect as a sculpture, his body is covered with pinholes, his neck is pierced with thorns, his body is bathed in blood, his silver-blue long eyelashes are hanging down, and the pale pink rose liquid is mixed with blood. Dripping from his jaw, eyelashes, curling hair curled behind his waist.
"Because this time... I want to be that tortured monster." Bai Liu said.