Uneasy

Chapter 1 Wedges
A sharp and severe pain came from his lower abdomen, so sudden, so fast that he was caught off guard.

He instinctively opened his eyes, but there was darkness in front of him.He can't see anything.In the darkness, he was surrounded by deathly silence, and he could clearly hear his own heartbeat—thump!thump!thump!
He gasped for breath, but found it extremely difficult to breathe.He subconsciously screamed loudly, and the lights in the room suddenly brightened.The sudden light pierced his eyes like a steel needle, and his pupils shrank suddenly.He quickly closed his eyes, trying to avoid the sudden tingling sensation, but the pain in his lower abdomen immediately brought him back to his senses.

He wanted to stand up, only to find that his hands and legs were firmly bound to the railing of the bed, his wrists and ankles had been strangled with red marks, and he felt a piercing pain.The pain he felt after waking up was rapidly transmitting to his cerebral cortex along the nervous system, causing him to groan in pain again.

He struggled to open his eyes, and after adjusting to the light in the room, he saw the man.

The man stood opposite him, dressed in black.His eyes were like a falcon, and he was looking at the bound person on the bed sullenly at the moment.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?!" The person on the bed yelled in pain.

The man in black behind the bed sneered and said nothing.

There was a sharp whistling sound from a corner of the room, it was the whistle.The person on the bed tried his best to turn his head to look at the place where the sound came from.There is a wooden table next to the bed, and on the table is an electric kettle with a small whistle on the mouth of the kettle.At this moment, the whistle was whistling cheerfully—the water was boiling.

"Who are you? What are you going to do?!" The person on the bed yelled again in pain.He looked towards the most painful part of his body, and when he saw a long cut in his lower abdomen, he was so surprised that he couldn't say a word, he could only open his mouth and stare blankly at the ugly and Shocking wound.

The bright red blood was gushing out from the wound without any sign of stopping.He screamed in despair, he didn't know what happened to him.

The man in black sneered again, then turned and turned on the TV.The TV program was showing a live rock concert, and a thin singer in a strange costume screamed desperately on the screen: "In the face of death, what can we do? What can we do? What can we do?!"

The audience in the audience waved their arms and replied loudly in unison: "Can't do anything! Can't do anything! Can't do anything!"

The man in black smiled and turned up the volume of the TV. The sound of rock music covered up the screams of pain from the person on the bed.

Amid the sound waves, I vaguely heard the man in black's questioning every word: "Do you believe in the final judgment?"

Last Judgment?What is the Last Judgment?

Amidst the sound coming from the TV, the singer was reciting a line hoarsely: "We are all guilty! We are guilty of different crimes!"

The person on the bed shook his head desperately.Sweat dripped from his brow, and he writhed anxiously, but to no avail, the rope was too strong.The more he struggled, the stronger the rope became.

The man in black sighed and began to speak slowly.His speaking speed was very slow, and his tone was very strange, as if he was singing an ancient ballad, or reciting a bizarre poem.

"Many people think that after death, a person will accept a final judgment. Whatever bad things a person has done in this life will be found out by the judge from heaven or hell, and all records will be recorded one by one. Whether you seduce Having someone else's wife, trampling an earthworm to death when I was a child, even failing to help an old lady across the road, and so on will be recorded and become the basis for the final judgment. And the final judgment can determine whether a person dies. , whether to go to heaven or hell. However, I have always believed that after death, people become dust, annihilated in the universe, and disappear into nothing. The final judgment comes too late, and it will be of no avail. If the final Wouldn't it be great if the judgment could be brought forward while the person is still alive?"

The man in black put a lancet in his hand beside the electric kettle—the blood was still dripping from the blade of the lancet. He must have used this knife to slash the lower abdomen of the person on the bed just now. Bar.

The person on the bed let out another groan of pain.There seemed to be a bit of sullenness on the face of the man in black.He picked up the lancet again and walked to the bed.He raised the knife, and the sharp edge drew an elegant arc in the air—the blood gushed out when the knife was raised and lowered.

Amidst the sound of rock music, the person on the bed let out a wail, but then it turned into a vague sob.

Of course he can no longer make a sound!Because - the knife just now was just right, although it crossed his neck, it didn't cut his throat and trachea, but his vocal cords were greatly damaged, so that he could no longer speak a complete sentence sentence.

He was out of breath, and the heavy panting echoed in the secret room.

The man in black sneered in satisfaction. When he returned to the bed again, the lancet in his hand was gone, replaced by a needle with a flexible thread in the needle hole.The man in black bent down, stroked the cheek of the man on the bed, then raised his hand, and slapped him heavily.The naked victim on the bed struggled in fear, but couldn't move at all. The bright red blood gushed out from his neck and slowly dripped onto the snow-white bed sheet, where bewitching red roses seemed to appear.

The man in black smiled grimly and showed the needle and thread in his hand, and then a needle pierced the neck of the man on the bed.He is not going to use a needle to kill the lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of him, but to use a needle and thread to suture the wound that has just been cut by the lancet.The only purpose of doing this is to prevent the victim from losing too much blood and unconsciousness too quickly.He wanted the lamb to stay awake so he could play with his prey better.He is like a cat playing with mice, but he himself feels more like a god in charge of everything.

The person on the bed twisted and turned, but because his limbs were fixed, he could only see his white belly trembling weakly on the bed.Every hair on his body stood up, and the blood and sweat from the wound on his neck mixed together, turning into an extremely dazzling dirty black color.His eyes were full of fear, because he knew that the brutal killing of him had only just begun.

At this moment, the person on the bed heard a strange sound, the sound of bubbles bursting.He didn't know what made the sound, but he saw a strange look in the murderer's eyes.It was a look of cruelty full of longing.Suddenly, the victim understood what the sound was - it was the sound of water boiling and burning.

The man in black said slowly: "Give me a reason not to kill you!"

The person on the bed couldn't say a word, and the throat continued to make an indistinct sound.

The man in black said to himself: "Oh, you must want to say that you have an 80-year-old mother on the top and an eight-month-old baby on the bottom, right? It's so boring, it's too old-fashioned. If you say that, you still want to see The upcoming European Champions Cup final, Barcelona and Manchester United, may move me even more."

He slowly took out something from behind and looked at the person on the bed coldly.

——That is a brush made of steel needles!

What is he going to do?
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-oooo-" electric kettle on the table, as if playing a requiem.

The man in black laughed again.

His gaze fell to the wall, where a faded picture of Jesus crucified was pasted.Jesus, with a serene gaze, wears a blood-stained white robe and has thorns in his drooping head.

Well, this tune is more like a lullaby for Satan the devil.

He also whistled cheerfully.

(End of this chapter)