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Ciel heard the sound of blood flowing.
Blood flowed on the floor, snaked along the walls, traveled backwards, and wormed its way up to the ceiling bit by bit. It flows so abnormally and defies gravity, singing the joyous song of death a cappella.
He looked around at the gorgeous decorations stained red by blood, with dark red Baroque reliefs on the dark red columns. There are dark red oil paintings on the dark red walls, and there are dark red crystal headlights on the dark red ceiling.
The huge hall was filled with blood, and the world covered in blood was filled with corpses. The faces of the dead were torn apart, but there was something strange written on every face.
Charles looked at them in fear, and at last, looking down, saw Abraham's face. Abraham was also looking at him, his pale face reflected in his glassy pupils.
There still seemed to be a happy smile on the face of the deceased.
"Char, you have become a hero." He held Charles' hand and said in a soft voice: "It's really amazing. The teacher is also proud of you."
"Teacher..." Charles looked at him blankly.
"Charle, be well and stop running around." Abraham whispered: "Be sure to pay attention to safety. You have always been too unreliable in your words. You have offended so many people and you can't win every fight. The teacher is very worried. ah."
"Teacher, you..."
There was a huge hole in Abraham's chest, and it was empty.
Dried blood flowed out of it, stinging Ciel's eyes.
"Run away, Ciel."
The face of the deceased looked at him with a gentle and mysterious smile: "Don't look back, run away. Even in Hades, the teacher will be watching you."
Ciel was trembling, unable to move.
He wanted to say something, but the dead person died again, and there was silence in the huge hall.
All that could be heard was the erratic footsteps outside the hall, and the screams kept ringing out. The crowd was running away in panic, and some people were beating on the door of the hall in fear, trying to hide in.
But the door is still closed, and the blood behind the door trembles, turning into a slight rain, falling in the air, so beautiful.
Until the end, a pool of blood flowed in from the world outside the door.
The whole world was silent.
Someone was walking towards the hall through a pool of blood.
Amidst the sound of rust rubbing against each other, the heavy door slowly opened. The sound was deafening and made Ciel freeze in place.
Among the corpses outside the door, blood covered the young man's black clothes and white hair. He looked at Charles coldly, but there was no reflection in his eyes, only cold and gloomy.
"Yi Zi... these people are all you..."
Ye Qingxuan remained silent, just lowered his head and drew his sword, stepping forward through a pool of blood with deep murderous intent. Ciel trembled and looked around in fear, only to see the faces of countless dead people looking at him.
The look seemed to be cast from the underworld, with mockery, schadenfreude and malice.
"Run away, Ciel."
They said, "Don't look back, run away!"
But those faces were chopped into pieces by the sword blade, falling apart, cruel and bloody. The white-haired boy was like an executioner, cutting these dead people into pieces with deep malice and indifference in his eyes.
The splattered plasma covered his face layer by layer, making his face as hideous as a demon.
He turned around and looked at Ciel who was retreating. He opened and closed his lips as if he said something.
Charles staggered back, and Ye Qingxuan stepped forward.
The sword blade passed through his chest, the flesh and blood wiped away the blood, and the bright and cold sword blade came out from his back.
"leaf… "
Charles stared blankly at Ye Qingxuan's face. That face was extremely unfamiliar: "So you came to kill me."
He smiled, reached out and hugged the young man who was close at hand, "Forget it, why are you running away? It doesn't matter anymore."
He closed his eyes tiredly and darkness came over him.
In the darkness, there were faint sounds of singing and shouting.
"Senior brother! Senior brother!"
Bright light flashed through the confused pupils, and there was a faint figure shaking in front of him. He woke up from his deep sleep, and his eyes regained their vitality.
"Leaf?" He was stunned.
"You finally woke up." Ye Qingxuan laughed.
"Get out of the way, let me take a look."
Bai Xi, who was next to him, squeezed over and pinched his face: "Char, you can't sleep for so long, come and let me see if you have gained weight? Wow! So much oil..."
"Don't mess around."
Ye Qingxuan knocked her head angrily: "Hurry up and take me down, the doctor is going crazy, you know?"
"I don't care, Lao Fei can go wherever he wants, Lao Fei, don't you think so?"
"Woof woof woof!"
Beside the bed, Lao Fei roared twice, then raised his paw and patted Ciel's face, meaning that little brother No. 3, you have a good rest and don't worry about other things.
Abraham sat in the back, looked at their noisy appearance, and laughed softly.
After waiting for a while, the doctor finally came after hearing the news. After checking, he nodded, "Although I think there is probably nothing wrong, I should at least stay here for observation for a while to make sure there are no sequelae. Don't be too nervous." Worry, the medical bills are all paid for by the boss anyway."
"Then I'll leave it to you." Abraham nodded and sent the doctor away.
But at the door, the doctor gave a dark wink. Abraham was stunned for a moment, then walked out and quietly closed the door behind him.
"Sir, is there any problem?" Abraham asked in a low voice.
"It can't be said to be a problem, it should be a hidden danger." The chant musician said after pondering for a moment, "There is still a strong mental shock in the patient's brain. Whether it will arouse old injuries needs to be observed before we can draw a conclusion. "
"Old injuries?" Abraham was stunned.
"...you don't know anything?"
The chanting musician was also stunned for a moment, and asked the nurse to get a projection of the examination. On the projection of the skull, there was a faint and imperceptible shadow.
"What is this?" Abraham frowned.
"I don't know." The doctor shook his head. "This shadow has been oppressing his cranial nerves since he was a child. The front end of his brain, amygdala and hippocampus may also be affected to a certain extent. Now that he has received a mental shock, I am afraid there will be some accidents."
"It won't cause 'perception impairment', right?"
"It's not that serious. This shadow has very little interference on him. It can be said to be benign. At best, it's just the level of a nightmare."
Abraham was silent, the doctor patted his shoulder, turned and left.
In the silent corridor, Abraham sat dejectedly on a bench, staring in the direction of the ward:
"Nightmare...?"
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It was getting late, and Ye Qingxuan took Bai Xi, who was yawning, back to school.
Abraham made tea for Ciel and said, "Drink some water. You've been talking nonsense all day just after you woke up."
"Teacher, don't you understand me yet? If no one talks to me, I will be suffocated to death." Sitting patiently, Charles smiled, took the teacup, and blew in the hot air.
"It's okay." Abraham sat on the chair and stared at Ciel for a long time. Ciel also looked at him and smiled stupidly.
"Char, do you still have those terrible dreams now?" he suddenly asked softly.
"No, teacher."
Charles scratched his hair and lowered his head: "I'm afraid it won't happen again, right?"
Abraham was stunned for a moment and chuckled: "That would be great."
He spoke to Charles for a while, then said good-bye as the evening bell rang, closing the door softly. In the silence, Charles watched him go away, looking down at the cold teacup in his hand.
For a moment, he fell into a trance.
In the reflection of the tea cup, there was blood red and his pale face.
In that blurry bloody world, Ciel looked around at the wailing souls emerging from the walls and looked out the window.
Occasionally, people would come and go, and when those doctors and nurses with bloody flesh passed by, they noticed his gaze and turned around, their withered and ugly faces distorted.
Maybe that's their smile
As you can imagine, it must be quite gentle.
This room must be very warmly decorated, right? There are white walls and soft beds. Burning spices that calm the mind, even if it smells like burning bones.
In the middle of the night, the faint ringing of bells and the ethereal singing of hymns came from the distant church, but the holy singing sounded like the mourning of the dead coming from the underworld, which was indescribably miserable.
In an instant, those wandering thoughts suddenly left again, and everything returned to its original state.
This is all normal and fine.
"So... am I the only one with the problem?"
Charles lowered his head and looked at the turbid blood flowing in the tea cup. He drank it expressionlessly and closed his eyes.
In the darkness, there are no more nightmares.
There was peace.