Chapter 565 Amnesia Boy
The boy slowly woke up and found himself lying head down in a cold, smooth container. In front of his eyes was a dark red liquid with a slightly fishy-sweet smell.
My head seemed to be stabbed by countless small chisels. The stinging pain made my consciousness erratic, and my vision was blurred as if through thick fog, leaving only obscure shadows.
He tried to get up, but was horrified to find that he couldn't exert any force and didn't even feel anything.
No, it’s not that there is no power, it’s that there is simply no place to exert force.
Only then did he realize that the sensation in his hands and feet seemed to have disappeared from his body, leaving only an empty numbness spreading throughout his body.
This helplessness seems familiar.
I seem to have experienced it before, but at that time, there seemed to be many people taking care of him...
At this time, he was alone and could only struggle with the strength of his waist. .
But the sticky liquid and slippery surface around him made his efforts in vain. Any movement caused him to slide back to his original position and fall into deeper despair.
"What's wrong with me?" Cold fear swirled in his heart, crazily squeezing his reason.
So, he kept fluttering and struggling, getting more and more fierce, but in vain, the liquid splashed out, and the smooth surface made a harsh sound.
At this moment, there was a "bang", as if a door was roughly pushed open.
Then, anxious footsteps came from far away, and came to a woman's side. The voice sounded: "If you wake up, call me, don't move! Look, you've bruised yourself all over, what can you do!"
This voice is sincere, like Really care about him.
But for the young man, this was so unfamiliar that it sent shivers down his spine.
The young man did not dare to respond. He tried his best to hold his breath and let his chest rise and fall rapidly, lying face down quietly.
The other party seemed to know what he was thinking and sighed silently.
Then a pair of cold hands reached under his armpits and lifted him up easily, leaning against the wall with both hands.
At this time, the boy finally saw something other than the red liquid.
What he saw in front of him was a fat middle-aged woman with messy gray hair, her face covered with wrinkles and mottled scars, her face was ugly, but she always had a stiff smile on her lips, and her eyes were full of joy.
The boy looked around. This room was strange and weird.
The snow-white walls are mottled and splashed with dried dark red, and the smooth ground is shining with wet reflections.
The place where he is is a huge smooth groove, like a deep oval bowl.
The mirror embedded in the wall is blurry and dirty. Under the mirror is a strangely shaped basin with mottled stains covering it, as if there are creatures lurking in the shadows.
"What's wrong, don't scare mom, dear baby, what do you think?"
The woman asked in a low voice, with a soft light in her eyes.
"Seeing that your bleeding has stopped, mom will carry you out."
"Blood..." The young man murmured, looked down, and his heart sank suddenly.
The leg was severed from the middle of the thigh, and the right leg was completely missing.
Where are the hands?
I saw that my arm was completely severed.
The clothes on his body have been completely soaked in blood, and he doesn't know if there are other hidden injuries under the clothes.
What worried him even more was that in addition to the fear of losing his limbs, there was also an indescribable sense of loss.
I lost my arm, so wouldn’t the hand on the arm and the things on the hand...
He seemed to have lost something extremely important. Although he couldn't remember what it was, it felt like a piece had been cut out of his heart, leaving a hollow and dull pain.
The sudden sadness came like a torrent, and the boy burst into tears, so sad that he couldn't breathe.
"What's the matter, my dear?" The woman panicked, and hurriedly took him into her arms, coaxing softly, "It's okay, isn't it just a broken limb? It can grow back again, don't be afraid."
“But, but, it’s my thing!” The young man lay on her shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
The woman was silent for a moment and said in a gentle tone: "What is it? It's okay. Mom will buy it for you when it's gone. Mom can give you whatever you want."
"Mom?" the boy murmured.
The woman helped him up, looked at his face and said with a smile: "Yes, it's mom, don't you recognize it?"
The boy still felt very sad when he looked at the woman's face. Strange, slowly shook his head.
The smile on the woman's face faded, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "It's okay, mom will take good care of you."
This sadness caused waves in the young man's heart, and he wanted to say something to comfort him. She, but some consciousness prevented him from saying words of comfort and could only remain silent. Then, the woman held the boy in her arms.
The boy has no limbs and his body is thin. He can be lifted up with a gentle hug.
Out of this strange room, he entered another dark room and was gently placed on a bed full of decayed smell.
The smell of dust was pungent, causing the boy to sneeze several times and make his whole body itch.
The woman also took out a set of weird clothes with a yellow duck pattern on them and put them on for him to change out of the sticky bloody clothes.
Dry clothes finally made the boy feel comfortable.
The woman then said, "You rest first. Mom will go out to buy medicine for you."
The door closed and the tired young man fell into a deep sleep.
......
When the boy woke up again, he was surrounded by thick darkness.
He could feel that he was still lying in that room. The bed under him was soft and unfamiliar, and the touch was completely different from the bed in his memory.
But how did he know what kind of bed he had slept on before?
This thought made his heart tighten.
The room was too dark, and the vision was blocked by darkness.
However, he clearly felt that there was an inexplicable gaze on him, and the feeling was numb.
At the same time, because of the weakness of the body, despair spread like a tide.
It moved slowly and made a slight sound.
And the source of the sight moved slightly, seeming to follow him.
The young man's heart suddenly became extremely cold.
A strange but familiar air flow surged out of his body. Although he didn't know what it was, he instinctively guided it to his eyes.
The vision gradually became clearer.
Although it was still blurry, he could see that at the end of the bed, a fat figure looked like a sculpture, sitting quietly, with his face facing him.
The face was hidden in the shadows, and the dark eyes fell on him motionlessly...
"Ahhhh!"
The suppressed fear in the young man's heart finally It broke through the throat and turned into a scream.
The figure was alarmed and immediately moved in a panic. An urgent voice sounded in the darkness: "Good baby, good baby, what's wrong with you?"
The soft and cold embrace wrapped around him, trying to soothe his violent trembling.
"My dear, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mommy?"
"Mom...Mom, why are you doing this? It's so scary..."
Hear He shouted the word "Mom", and a trace of joy flashed on the woman's face, and then she said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mom is just too happy and wants to see you so much, but I'm afraid of waking you up, so I can only do this." Sitting, I didn’t expect to scare my sweet baby.”
The young man finally calmed down a little.
Then, the woman said, "Mom bought the medicine. Can you take the medicine first? Only by taking it can you get better quickly."
The boy nodded.
The woman carried him out of the dark room and sat on a chair.
The dim light outside the window fell into the house, barely illuminating it.
He looked around. This space was still uncomfortably strange, filled with many unidentifiable objects, but he could barely make out that this room seemed to be a kitchen.
With a smile, the woman took out a ceramic bowl from the large box standing on the wall and carefully brought it to him.
The air was suddenly filled with a fishy stench, which was disgusting.
The boy looked down and saw a mass of dark red, moist meat in the bowl.
He felt sick and his stomach was churning.
The woman seemed not to notice his reaction, holding a piece of meat in her hand and approaching his mouth with a smile, her voice was still gentle and patient:
"Come on, open your mouth."