dramatic death

Chapter 11. Hallucinations

The so-called "headache" was not caused by a cold at all, Yin Tong thought, it was clearly a precursor to hallucinations.

In the Qian-colored halo, he saw a rotten face.

The customers in front of the bar raised their heads slowly, their hoarse voices grinding through their gravel-like dry throats, carrying a rotten stench.

His face was gray, and his skin no longer had the vivid blood of a normal person. One yellow eyeball was struggling to meet Yintong's, and the eye socket on the other side was empty, and dried black blood was still sticking to the eyelid.

"Just... want these..."

It slowly spit out the monotonous sound, raised its hand and tapped Yintong's light screen.Its skinny fingertips were rotten and blackened, and the bony bones were faintly visible in the dirty meat scraps. The dirty mucus splashed along his arms on the gray bar, leaving a puddle of sticky black water.

"It's just...these..."

The pale skin of the guest tugged, and a stiff arc split below the face.

He seems to be smiling.

Yin Tong put away the light screen floating in mid-air, nodded, lowered his eyes and said: "Next."

He tried to ignore this strange scene. After all, this hallucination was just an illusion created by his subconscious mind, and had nothing to do with people and things in the real world.He knew what the reality was like at the moment, and he could only force himself to ignore the zombies in front of him. He couldn't pick up a stool and give them a scoop. After all, in the real world, these were real living people.

I am the only one who is sick, and only I am hallucinating.

He kept repeating this sentence silently.

However, the customers in front of the bar didn't move, and neither did the customers next in line. They panted heavily as if they had lost their response, and hunched over to block the afterglow of the setting sun.

It was dark in the dessert house in the evening.

The remnants of the setting sun only wish to visit the narrow window sill by the window. It coats the palm-sized wooden strips with a layer of gold, but is stingy about polluting the dirty air in the store.No one talked, the air was filled with dust and stench, the guests in front of the bar struggled to withdraw their arms, Yintong turned sideways to avoid its sight, and heard it say.

"That's all I need... Thank you, monitor..."

"Thank you, monitor..."

Someone in the dark repeated.

"Thank you... monitor..."

"Thank you... monitor..."

"Thank you... thank you monitor..."

"Squad... Leader..."

After a moment of silence, there was an uproar, and countless hoarse voices repeated two monotonous sounds like a demon, with distorted intonations full of inexplicable joy, like a demon in the dark finding a novelty toy.

The noisy speech speed gradually accelerated, and the different timbres gradually became clearer. They diffused in every corner of the darkness, just like thousands of people crowded into Yintong's shop.

They hide where he can't see, licking his body with their eyes.

Countless "squad leader" repeated and stacked, entangled like a mantra.

Until the crisp doorbell rang suddenly.

The biting cold wind blows away the viscous air, and the bright red sunset is like a bottle of red wine that has been sleeping for many years, rolling and covering the cold wooden floor the moment the door is opened.A customer walked in through the door facing the bar. He had a pair of smoky eyes, which looked like the gloomy sky before the rainstorm.

Yin Tong didn't have time to look back, he saw An Qi entering the door through the long zombie team, and then unconsciously widened his eyes.

Huh?

He heard someone exclaim in a low voice in his heart, the voice was small and timid, like a young child.

"Is he different from others?" said the voice.

An Qi didn't stand in the line, he pushed open the door, walked over the crowd to the bar, with obvious worries and doubts in his eyes.

He is different from others. He is wearing a milky white turtleneck sweater and a blue and white sports uniform. There are sporadic beads of sweat hanging on his light golden hair, and his face is full of sweat after running. flush.

He looked younger than usual, like a high school kid.

Or rather, he looks like a human being.

"Tongtong?"

Yintong blinked his eyes slowly, and he gave a soft "ah", as if he just came back to his senses, tried his best to pull out a stiff smile, and interrupted An Qi's question: "You can help me Do you want to see the store?"

"I'll connect the terminal to the bar," he said as he clenched his trembling fingers, his voice trembling, hidden between his lips and teeth, rubbing his dry throat stiffly.

"Just for a while, I'm going to trouble you, just a little while."

……

The back kitchen of the dessert house is behind the bar counter, through the automatic sensor photo door, facing the working oven.

Yin Tong sat opposite the oven, his hands were covered with flour, his eyelids were slightly closed, and his slender eyelashes were like trembling cicada wings.

There is a "ding" sound from the oven.

After completing the task, the oven was gloriously turned off, and the warm yellow halo dissipated, leaving the delicious cake embryo sitting quietly in the mould.Yintong recovered from his thoughts, put on his gloves and opened the oven.An Qi stuck his head out from the door and blinked cautiously.

"It smells so good," he asked softly, "May I come in?"

Yin Tong did not look back.

His eyes were still on the cake embryos on the table.The metal mold is waiting to cool down, and the cake sleeping in it maintains its perfect shape, the burnt yellow skin is fluffy and soft, exuding a tempting aroma.

He couldn't react at all, his consciousness seemed to be pulled into a straight line, his mind was blank, and the sharp pain on his temple was trembling like a heartbeat, as if it would die with the blood vessels in the next second.

"Does your head still hurt?"

He rubbed his aching temple, and looked around where the sound came from.He vaguely felt that An Qi seemed to have said something, and when he turned his head, he tried to respond with a smile.

However, in An Qi's view, this appearance is extremely pitiful.

It was hard for him to describe what he saw at this moment. He just felt his heart hit by something, and the pain instantly spread to his limbs, and even his breathing became cautious.

His memory of Yintong is all about "sweetness". In his memory, this person is like a little toffee, as if he will not be knocked down by any difficulties, and he will always be gentle and powerful.He should be smart and fearless, capable of pulling people out of confusion and dispelling all the haze.

He should be a "little hero".

He was originally a "little hero".

However, truth and rumors are always separated by thousands of rivers and mountains. From the time when Yintong brought him into the store in the rainy day, he was not just a name to An Qi, but a living person with joys, sorrows and joys.

He feels pain, and he also feels fear.

But that doesn't conflict with him being a little hero.

These emotions are just small real labels, like cotton candy on a scale, tilting a little bit, a little bit aggravating his importance in An Qi's heart.

They followed the breath, sinking heavily into the pit of his heart.

An Qi lowered his eyes, trying to raise a normal smile.He could feel the potion buried in the bandage piercing into his wrist, and the cold liquid was like a tiny worm, continuously burrowing upwards along his veins.

Those medicines would slow down his thinking and lengthen his reaction speed. They were supposed to control his emotions, but now they were of no use except to bring him pain.

He still feels angry, like thousands of tiny bugs biting his heart.

But he couldn't look away.

"Tongtong?" He tried his best to calm his breathing, trying to pronounce the other person's name smoothly, "Can you take a look at me?"

Yin Tong at the cooking table smiled lightly, and said, "Am I looking at you? I'm obviously looking at you."

His pupils flickered for a moment, but they were still so empty that there was no brilliance.

It's like he's still in those hallucinations.But in fact, when An Qi came in, everything he saw had returned to "normal".

The hallucinations of appearing intermittently left Yintong with a bit of room to breathe, and he didn't change his world view in one breath, allowing him to enjoy his old age in hell at dusk from now on.

From the guests to the tables and chairs, from the time to the weather, the abnormal scene that existed in the hallucination retreated completely at the moment the cake was baked, just like everything just a moment ago was like a dream he had.

Those are hallucinations.

The time on the mobile terminal stayed at 13:20 in the afternoon, and the winter afternoon was clearer than Yintong imagined.The soft sunlight looks like the bright lights of an amusement park, the dessert room is filled with the cheerful chatter and laughter of the guests, and the cold medicine given to him by a high school girl is still quietly lying in his pocket.

Zombie or dusk, everything is his hallucination.

Yin Tong stared at the cake on the table in a daze for a while, then smiled and met An Qi's gaze, and said, "I'm much better. I just didn't expect that I was caught in the rain when I went home yesterday, and I was killed today. "

He casually took out the piping bag on the shelf, and waved to An Qi embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

He lied.

The rain was real, and the cold was real, but his headache was just a hallucination that came on suddenly.

These "illnesses" have been tormenting him for more than two years after he lost his memory.

An Qi didn't hear his insincere words, maybe he heard it, but Yin Tong didn't want to say it, so he couldn't make up his mind to make more entanglements on this issue.The soft cream was smoothed by a spatula, and delicate patterns were squeezed out of the narrow muzzle. An Qi bent over and leaned over, watching Yin Tong write "Happy Birthday" on the cake.

"Is anyone having a birthday today?"

He turned his head and actively changed the subject, not noticing his slightly envious tone.

"The young couple closest to the bar." Yin Tong didn't look up, and smiled softly. "Her boyfriend secretly ordered it, saying that 'the little ancestor of the family likes surprises the most'."

"very nice."

Yintong paused for a moment with his hand mounting the flowers.

He put down the piping bag in his hand, stretched out his hand to beckon An Qi to bow his head, twirled his index finger in the cream, and leaned forward to tap the other's nose.

The blond-haired young man was like a well-behaved large dog, blinking his eyes and bending over obediently, not annoyed by the cream on his nose, but raised his eyes and looked at Yintong timidly.

"Open your mouth." Boss Yin ordered with a smile.

An Qi didn't even have time to react to what happened, the messy finger took the opportunity to break through the defense line of his lips, teased his tongue, and quickly withdrew from the battlefield.He only realized that Yin Tong was smiling, the kind of playful smile from the corners of his lips to the tip of his brows. He looked quite happy, so he laughed too.

After being ridiculous, he belatedly realized that something was wrong, and his IQ went through a round of re-running in his mind. The scene just now was extracted and replayed separately, and the heavy load almost burned his CPU directly.

During this period, Yin Tong had already patted his shoulder with the other hand, successfully leaving a palm print covered in flour on his clean woolen coat.

"Can you go out now?"

An Qi recovered from his daze, and suddenly met Shang Yintong's half-smile eyes, his face flushed instantly like a boiled shrimp, he nodded indiscriminately and fled.

There is a sensor door used as a photo wall between the back kitchen and the bar, which was bumped twice by the fleeing An Qi before closing it aggrievedly.While washing his hands, Yin Tong looked at the stumbling back of the other party. He gave a short laugh, sighed again, and threw himself back on the stool as if he was tired.

He thought about what he saw just now, and the bondage outfit under An Qi's coat.

It is obvious that although the hallucination has many preferential treatment for Ann, it still cannot change the obvious difference between the two.An Qi in the hallucination looks younger and more immature. He looks sharper and more "free" than now.

Yes.

Yin Tong answered himself in his heart.

An Qi in the hallucination looks just like the diary-writing brat he imagined.

……

The guests in the dessert house were still laughing and chatting about their respective topics. Occasionally, a few people approached An Qi, but they were all dismissed by him with a triple hit of "no time, no communication number, and someone he likes".

The street outside the window was full of sunlight, and the advertisements of Hakoniwa Online were still playing on the light screen of the opposite shopping mall in a loop.An Qi sat on the high stool belonging to Yintong behind the bar and was stunned for a while, trying hard to restrain his urge to go around in circles, straightened his face and acted as a mascot for hospitality.

The obviously happy mood is about to burst out like a little flower.

"...You are so proud," the high school girl passed by the bar complained, "You look like you are going to heaven."

"No," An Qi replied with a smile, "I'm just sitting on Tongtong's chair."

The high school student shrank his neck and took half a step back.

She seemed to have been stuffed with dog food in the air, and she had the urge to kick the opponent over.However, impulse is the devil, and the devil will tempt people to commit crimes. Holding the scarf, she took a deep breath, silently recited "the target person is the most important" three times, and then obediently returned to the bar.

"What happened to Mr. Xiaoyin just now?"

An Qi smiled and replied: "Is it related to you?"

"It's related, I'm his fan."

An Qi nodded: "Yes, there are at least ten people like you sitting in this room."

"..." The high school student wailed and threw herself on the bar counter. She said, "Okay, brother, we are all from Nightingale. We don't see each other when we look up and down at the workplace. Why bother to torture each other?"

An Qi didn't speak, his smile was still on his face, but the warm light in his eyes gradually dimmed.He didn't bring anything threatening, and his whole body was as clean as the young master of some family. His hands were even tied tightly behind his back by restraints, but he just sat up straight, which was enough to make Lai The girl on the bar could not move.

"Then what do you know? What can you exchange with me?" His voice was very soft, and his tone was as soft as the cotton candy sold at the entrance of the amusement park, "Can you tell me what Tongtong is hiding? "

"Can you tell me what happened to Tongtong in the past three years?"