Monster

Chapter 6 - Experimentation

Feng Hua opened his eyes and found himself in a world of pure red.

The floor was scarlet, the walls were bloodstained, and gurgling red liquid flowed down from the ceiling. The colourful comic book was still on the floor. Feng Hua stood up and knocked over a glass milk bottle, which then rolled across the wooden floor. The wind rushed in through the narrow barred window, the small swing in the room began to swing, and pieces of paper about the same person fell to the floor, stained with blood. Feng Hua hurriedly crouched down and picked up the drawing paper one by one, but couldn't pick them all up.

As the wind grew stronger, Feng Hua walked to the barred window and tried to close it, but couldn't close it at all-it wasn't a window, but iron railings, dense iron railings. Feng Hua ran to the door and tried to open it-there was no door, only iron railings, iron railings covered with bloodstains. It wasn't a room at all, but just a cage, filled with blood, as if containing animals to be slaughtered.

Feng Hua had become a wild bird that'd just been caught, crashing and screaming in the room, his tiny self clawing at his feathers as he slid along the dirty walls to the ground...

When Feng Hua woke up, the 12-hour craniotomy experiment had been over for a whole day.

He was lying on a hospital bed, his once smooth and beautiful black curls had been shaved off, and he had many tubes inserted into his body. He couldn't breathe on his own and his vision was blurred. He saw a white shadow swaying around him and subconsciously called out, Ye'er.

But he couldn't make a sound.

A woman was talking beside him, but he couldn't hear her clearly. He tried to look at everything around him, searching for Feng Yeran's shadow, but he failed. Feng Yeran wasn't there.

It took a whole day before his vision became slightly clearer. He was still unable to speak, but he could hear others' voices clearly. He still hadn't seen Feng Yeran. He wrote on a piece of paper and asked the female laboratory staff who came and went in a hurry. They told him that Feng Yeran had just finished the experiment and was now busy working with his team to study the data for publication. Countless times, Feng Hua wanted to rip off the tubes and leave the hospital bed to find the person he was longing for, but he was tied to the bed. The ropes that he could have easily ripped off before the operation had now become his biggest obstacle.

He would get a headache every day, want to sleep after the headache, have nightmares when he slept, have dreams about the scarlet room, and then wake up in a vicious cycle. What made it even more of a headache was that he was now weak and couldn't control his ability. He would turn the false nightmares into real images, and then would be utterly lost in terror for a long time.

Every day, he looked forward to Feng Yeran coming to see him, but Feng Yeran didn't come.

After half a month, the tubes were finally removed from Feng Hua's body. He was sent back to his room, but he didn't want to go back, shaking his head and mumbling "no, it's scary". However, the researchers ignored all this, thinking it was just a temporary mental instability after the operation. He kept calling out a person's name in the room, but few people responded to him. A few kind researchers would tell him at the door: "He'll be back soon!" and "Don't shout anymore, maybe he'll come tomorrow!"

Once again, he was locked in the small room, supervised by Old Zhang outside.

On the first night, there was a lot of noise from the room, but Old Zhang was watching an exciting movie and didn't notice. For the next three or four days, the room was quiet. Old Zhang occasionally looked through the monitor and saw that he'd remained obediently seated on the swing in the room, slowly swinging, swinging.