[MTL, BL] The Whole World Thinks I Want to Die

7.6

Cheng Ning froze in place for a while, some dared not accept that the person who was with him for a second and could buy him sugar with half a month's salary just lay on the ground.

The saddest thing at this time was Meng Shulang. Seeing how he looked now, he couldn't stimulate him.

Cheng Ning didn't know what to say, it wasn't him who died of his lover, so he sighed and left.

When he came back, the sanatorium had changed. When Cheng Ning ran out, it was still sunny, but now it had become gloomy, and only the sky above the sanatorium was dark.

There was still the sun in the sky, but the air shrouded in the sanatorium was inexplicably dark, and even blood was spilling out along the ground.

Cheng Ning felt a tingling pain in his brain, and when he came back to his senses, he was back to normal.

Cheng Ning was still a little unaccustomed to seeing the suddenly long arms, he blinked and got used to it for a few seconds.

Then, without hesitation, he lifted his foot and walked to the nursing home.

When I entered, I found that the entire sanatorium had changed. The ground was covered with a thick layer of blood, and the exterior walls were covered with white tiles. There were yellow marks one after another. In the only building of the sanatorium, countless arms stretched out from the windows. .

Cheng Ning walked to the front of the hall only to find that the entire sanatorium could not be summed up as a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

There were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere in the hall. It seemed that they had just been cut off from people, and the blood on the ground was still bright red, flowing slowly under his feet.

This kind of scene is not to be afraid of, but the nausea is definitely there, Cheng Ning pursed his lips, hesitated a little and stepped in.

Pata...

patta...

Walking on blood stains is definitely not a good feeling, it's like thousands of worms are crawling on the bottom of your feet, and Cheng Ning has goose bumps as he walks.

He endured nausea all the way to the seventh floor. I didn't know how many corpses I saw on the way. Cheng Ning now had no trouble facing the body full of maggots that was facing him.

I don't know why I came here, but Cheng Ning always felt as if something was pulling him here.

Back in his ward, the door was locked, Cheng Ning reached out and tentatively pulled it, the lock cylinder was already rusted badly, so he pulled it hard, and sure enough, the door was unlocked.

It was obviously a rusted iron door, but it made a creaking sound like a wooden door when pushed. Cheng Ning didn't care much and walked in.

The room was unexpectedly clean, and the blood outside the door did not come in at all. The room was as neat as if there were people living there. The sheets and blankets were brand new, and there was even a glass of juice on the table, as if for He specially prepared it.

"I love you..."

A picture appeared in the empty space that should have been empty. The man in black and Chinese clothes bowed his head slightly, staring at the slightly shorter gentleman in front of him, with gentle eyes.

The young man in Bi Luo's clothes was embarrassed to look at him, his ears reddened, and he made a soft "um".

The man seemed to be encouraged by something, grinned, hugged the person in front of him in his arms, and kissed softly from his forehead all the way to the corner of his mouth.