Xiao Li looked at the man in front of him—especially the face that was shrouded in fog and couldn't see clearly, and his heart was very complicated.
But the man didn't get his look, he sat on that chair, two slender and powerful hands folded each other, like a real mental patient who came for counseling, and continued to describe his condition: "Besides, I also seem to have a disease."
Xiao Li originally adhered to the principle of "silence is golden" and didn't really want to pay attention to him. After hearing this, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity: "What's wrong?"
"lovesickness."
"… "
The man explained quietly: "When I see someone I like, or talk to him, I will be very happy, like a jar of honey has been poured into my heart, everything is pink, I just want to give everything I have share with him."
"On the contrary, once I can't see him, I will be very anxious, and even want to take drastic measures to trap him, so that he will only look at me from now on, I will become very... very unlike myself. Everything other than him, I don't, I never cared about anyone else."
The exact opposite of what he said was his tone, which was cold and restrained, like an iceberg under the sea, only revealing a corner.
"I did a lot of things to him in my dreams, and I told him my fantasies, but the reality was that I couldn't see him, and could only communicate with him in words through some means. Recently Even these exchanges have decreased, which makes me less happy."
-That's why, even if he needs to pay some price for entering the dungeon world, he is willing to come in and see each other.
Thanks to the Xiao family, Xiao Li is not very good at emotional matters. To some extent, he even has a social barrier. Xiao Li lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves like a hot feeling, revealing a slender wrist, which he could put on the table: "This is the emergency hall of the hospital, not a psychiatric clinic."
The man stared imperceptibly at his wrist for two seconds—
Xiao Li's complexion is pale, and his wrist is like a jade carving, and he can even vaguely see the blue blood vessels on it, which makes one can't help but imagine the gurgling blood flowing inside.
When the man spoke again, his voice became even more hoarse, and he said confidently: "But my mental state needs to be corrected urgently. You said it."
As if afraid of Xiao Li's anger, he tapped on the table with his fingers again. With this action, he generously looked at the boy's exposed wrist, and then extended it upwards - Xiao Li's clothes today are also white, with white The outer cover is full of abstinence as a whole.
"You don't want to know what I'm thinking, but I can tell you, Doctor Xiao." The man spoke lightly, "I want to touch your exposed wrist joints, then take off your white coat and press Do it on this table."
"You can wear a white coat or not, or I can wear it."
"But if you were my patient, I wouldn't let you out of the ward."
Xiao Li: ? ?
Following the man's words, he looked at his wrist, and put the rolled up sleeves back - he thought for a few more seconds, and reached out his hand to gather the unraveled white coat around his chest.
"I told you about my condition, my doctor, do you have any advice for me?"
Xiao Li selectively ignored his address to himself: "... I suggest that if you don't need your brain, you can donate it to those in need. I didn't ask you to seek corrections from me, and I won't do psychological counseling."
The man blinked, and he leaned forward a little, and suddenly said with a low smile: "But you are my cause, and only you can correct me."
He paused and smiled even more: "Or, aggravate me."
The man's laughing voice is very good, and it can definitely be stunned by the outside world - but Xiao Li does not have a shaken expression, at least on the surface - he has experienced Huang Duanzi's hard work and has been able to ignore this kind of words, he sees Looking at the man in front of him, he suddenly said, "Why don't you let others see your face?"
There is a lesson from the past that a headless female ghost matches a ghost head in the afternoon. Xiao Li has already made up a man's body with a magnified small yellow book as his head.
The man didn't know what he was thinking, but he could see something from the boy's expression. After being silent for three seconds, he used a rhetorical question: "Do you want to see it?"
Xiao Li always felt that this sentence was a trap question, and the next sentence was definitely a request like "Kiss me if you want to see it" - Xiao Huang Ben and him are half friends (?) who get along day and night, and Xiao Li is also very fond of it. It is understood that it is absolutely not to say anything that does not want to be revealed. Anything that can tempt Xiao Li, it will try to sell its own kiss.
Therefore, Xiao Li did not speak.
The man continued: "But you can't even show it to you if you want, at least not yet."
Xiao Li: "Why?"
"Because you don't like me yet." The man's voice has always been very soft since he came in, but when he said this, he suddenly sank, "Don't think about treating me Is it? Doctor, maybe after you fall in love with me, I will be cured without medicine."
Xiao Li turned his head to look at him for a few seconds, this time, he was very sincere and said earnestly: "Do you really think that someone will fall in love with a person who can never see his face, and most of the time he is a little yellow. Or a ghost? Do I look like a fetish in your eyes?"
man:"… "
He hesitated for three seconds: "You mean, after you see my face, you will like me?"
Xiao Li: ? ?
It's not like that.
He immediately retorted: "I'm not, I don't, don't misinterpret what I mean."
The man didn't speak, he looked at Xiao Li silently, and seemed a little lost.
When he is silent, his existence is an invisible pressure and deterrent.
Xiao Li himself can't tell what kind of attitude he has towards Xiao Huang Ben. What he said just now is sincere. He thinks Xiao Huang Ben is sometimes very cute. The other party has been with him for so long, it is impossible to say that he has no feelings at all.
But the problem is here, Xiao Li is not a materialist, how could he fall in love with a book? At most, he regards Xiao Huang as a friend who loves to talk about pornographic jokes.
He could only look at each other as innocently as possible - the man looked into his eyes, and he looked at the fog that seemed to be the location of the eyes...
The man finally withdrew his gaze: "I will consider it."
After he said this, he didn't move, sitting on the spot, like a sculpture.
Xiao Li stayed with him for two minutes, and couldn't sit still - he didn't know the exact identity of Xiao Huangben, but he was very powerful. With him sitting here, maybe the ghosts in the dungeon world wouldn't come in!
Thinking of this, Xiao Li began to drive people out: "Would you like to go back and think about it? I still have to receive a doctor here."
The man seemed a little surprised: "Is it not enough for your patient to have me?"
Xiao Li: "..."
What a surprise, you are the extra one, okay
He coughed and brushed off the dust that didn't exist on the white coat - he realized that Xiao Huangben's brain circuit was different from ordinary people, so he could only move forward in a detour, so Xiao Li said: "I also need a little time to think. "
This time, the man listened.
He took a deep look at Xiao Li, smiled slightly, and disappeared from his face.
After the man left, the entire emergency room fell silent again.
Xiao Huang may be a little yellow, but his sense of existence is unquestionably strong. Now that he leaves, the surroundings are silent again, and even his breathing seems to be magnified.
Eleven, zero, thirty-three...
Time passed gradually towards the night.
The cold night wind blew up the curtains in front of the emergency hall, blowing Xiao Li trembling with his arms in his arms - he bent down and hugged the little black cat tightly in his arms, rubbing its ears with his hands.
The little black cat quietly opened one eye, stretched out its pink tongue and licked Xiao Li's fingers, it purred comfortably, and fell asleep in Xiao Li's arms again.
The cat's body temperature is very high, and it is like a plush electric heater in his arms.
It wasn't until nearly one o'clock in the morning that there was movement at the door of the emergency hall.
Lifting the door curtain and walking in was a girl who looked in her twenties, with shoulder-length black hair and a long brown scarf that covered her lower face tightly.
At present, it is completely impossible to tell whether it is a human or a ghost just from the appearance.
Xiao Li patted the little black cat's butt, and put it down after the cat's tail covered his face. He stood up and looked at the girl, put his hand in the pocket of the white coat, and waited for her to explain her intention.
The girl seemed a little nervous at first. The lights in the emergency hall were dazzling, and the wide scarf covered her mouth, making her voice indistinct: "Do you think... I'm pretty?"
There are oddities.
It is impossible for a normal person to go to the emergency room in the early morning just to ask the emergency doctor such a topic.
Xiao Li looked up and down the girl in front of him, but didn't answer.
The girl grabbed the scarf with her hand and asked again: "Am I beautiful?"
Xiao Li: "You ask me a question now, but if you want to answer another question, nod yes and shake your head no."
The girl's hand holding the scarf trembled slightly, she looked at Xiao Li for a while, and then nodded slightly.
So Xiao Li said perfunctorily: "Pretty, beautiful, big beauty."
The girl lowered her head shyly, then she slowly raised her head and cut off the long scarf round after round - under the scarf, was a mask.
She took off the mask again, and finally the exposed facial features were intact, but the mouth part was cracked.
Two rows of sharp-cut bruises spread from the lips to the sides of the cheeks, forming horrific cracks that reveal the flesh inside.
She raised her chin, making the wound even more hideous, and she asked, "Then... now? Am I... still beautiful?"
When she spoke, the two cracks looked like two Mariana Trench entrenched in the sea, constantly expanding and contracting with the movement of her lips.
Crack girl!
Xiao Li immediately thought of this terrifying ghost in Japanese legends.
According to folklore, a woman with a gaping mouth haunts the streets and will always stop passers-by and ask her if she is beautiful. If a passerby answers that she is not beautiful, she will naturally be killed by the angry and angry woman, and if a passerby answers that she is beautiful, then she will Let passersby become as "beautiful" as she is, and cut their mouths.
No matter how you answer it, it's a dead question.
Xiao Li looked at the two scars on the woman with the split, and did not answer her, but asked an irrelevant question: "How did the two scars on your face come from?"
Cracked Girl: "..."
She asked again hoarsely, "Am I still beautiful now?"
Xiao Li: "Did you come to the emergency room for suture surgery?"
Rippled girl: "Now, am I pretty?"
Xiao Li: "I'm not very good at suturing, and there are no needles here. Can you use staples to staple them?"
Cracked Girl: ? ?
The conversation between the two people is not in the same dimension, and the online chat is cross-server.
And at this time in the doctor's dormitory, the rest of the reincarnators did not go to sleep peacefully. On the contrary, they all fell asleep.
Even if there is a place to live, how could anyone be able to sleep in such a terrifying haunted holy place hospital
Except for a few people who managed to fall asleep after tossing and turning, most of them looked at the clock with their eyes open, and kept up the time bit by bit. Of course, there are also people who are turning upside down in their dormitory, looking for clues that may be hidden.
in a dormitory.
An inconspicuous teenager was lying on the bed, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling.
He didn't dare to sleep here with the lights off, so even if it would become more conspicuous, he would turn on the lights to fill the room with light. As always, he still dared not close his eyes.
Zhang San, if you want to sleep, you must sleep, otherwise how will you keep up with the army tomorrow.
He meditated to himself over and over again in his mind.
One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...
Zhang San forced himself to close his eyes, wanting to fall asleep, but it backfired. The more he thought about it, the more tense he became and the more he couldn't fall asleep.
After ten minutes, he reluctantly opened his eyes again, sat up from the bed, and gave up the idea of forcing himself to fall asleep.
The bed in this doctor's dormitory is a wooden bed, facing the door vertically. The door is similar to the structure of a school dormitory. Above the thick wooden door, there is a high glass window.
Zhang San sat up like this, and when he looked up, he could just see the glass window on the wooden door.
At the same time, he also saw the face posted on the glass window. The face was squeezed and deformed, and the straw-like hair was flying around. He was staring at Zhang San himself, and he didn't know how long.
Zhang San only felt that his mind was blank, and he couldn't even scream.
At the same time, at the door of the room, a hand knocked on his door, making a loud knock.
The ghost head attached to the glass window made a mouth shape: let me in.
Zhang San let go for a full minute before returning to the real world. He rolled straight off the bed, and crawled to hide at the window on the other side: "No, don't come in!"
The ghost head hovered in the air, and the toes of the headless female ghost were also reflected in the crack of the door, and they were getting closer and closer to the room.
Fortunately, he locked the door before going to bed!
This is the only thing Zhang San is happy about now.
However, just as he caught the life-saving straw, the lock on the wooden door slowly opened outward, and the lock was moved little by little, as if the ghost outside the door was deliberately threatening him to play with him.
The twenty seconds that the door opened was extended to twenty minutes in Zhang San's world.
The next second, the door opened.