Crown of Silence

Chapter 323 Nightmare-

Ciel heard the sound of blood flowing.

Blood flowed on the floor, snaked along the walls, moved backwards, and wormed its way up to the ceiling bit by bit. It flows so abnormally and defies gravity, singing the joyous song of death a cappella.

He looked around at the gorgeous decorations stained red by blood, with dark red Baroque reliefs on the dark red columns. There are dark red oil paintings on the dark red walls, and there are dark red crystal headlights on the dark red ceiling.

The huge hall was filled with blood, and the world covered in blood was filled with corpses. The faces of the dead were torn apart, but there was something strange written on every face.

Charles looked at them in fear, and at last, looking down, saw Abraham's face. Abraham was also looking at him, his pale face reflected in his glassy pupils.

There still seemed to be a happy smile on the face of the deceased.

"Char, you have become a hero." He held Charles' hand and said in a soft voice, "That's amazing. The teacher is also proud of you."

"Teacher..." Ciel looked at him blankly.

"Charle, be good and stop running around." Abraham whispered: "Be sure to pay attention to safety. You have been too unreliable in your words. You have offended so many people and you can't win every fight. The teacher is very worried. ah."

"Teacher, you..."

There was a huge hole in Abraham's chest, and it was empty.

Dried blood flowed out of it, stinging Ciel's eyes.

"Run away, Ciel."

The face of the deceased looked at him with a gentle and mysterious smile: "Don't look back, run away. Even in Hades, the teacher will be watching you."

Ciel was trembling, unable to move.

He wanted to say something, but the dead person died again, and there was silence in the huge hall.

All that could be heard was the erratic footsteps outside the hall, and the screams kept ringing out. The crowd was running away in panic, and some people were beating on the door of the hall in fear, trying to hide in.

But the door is still closed, and the blood behind the door trembles, turning into a slight rain, falling in the air, so beautiful.

Until the end, a pool of blood flowed in from the world outside the door.

The whole world was silent.

Someone was walking towards the hall through a pool of blood.

Amidst the sound of rust rubbing against each other, the heavy door slowly opened. The sound was deafening and made Ciel freeze in place.

Among the corpses outside the door, blood covered the young man's black clothes and white hair. He looked at Charles coldly, but there was no reflection in his eyes, just cold and gloomy.

"Ye Zi... these people are all you..."

Ye Qingxuan remained silent, just lowered his head and drew his sword, stepping forward through a pool of blood with deep murderous intent. Ciel trembled and looked around in fear, only to see the faces of countless dead people looking at him.

The look seemed to be cast from the underworld, with mockery, schadenfreude and malice.

"Run away, Ciel."

They said, "Don't look back, run away!"

But those faces were chopped up by the sword blade, falling apart, cruel and bloody. The white-haired boy was like an executioner, cutting these dead people into pieces with deep malice and indifference in his eyes.

The splashed plasma covered his face layer by layer, making his face as hideous as a demon.

He turned around and looked at Ciel who was retreating. He opened and closed his lips as if he said something.

Charles staggered back, and Ye Qingxuan stepped forward.

The sword blade passed through his chest, the flesh and blood wiped away the blood, and the bright and cold sword blade came out from his back.

"leaf……"

Charles stared blankly at Ye Qingxuan's face. That face was extremely unfamiliar: "So you came to kill me."

He smiled, reached out and hugged the young man who was close at hand, "Forget it, why are you running away? It doesn't matter anymore."

He closed his eyes tiredly and darkness came over him.

In the darkness, there were faint sounds of singing and shouting.

"Senior brother! Senior brother!"

Bright light flashed through the confused pupils, and there was a faint figure shaking in front of him. He woke up from his deep sleep, and his eyes regained their vitality.

"Leaf?" He was stunned.

"You finally woke up." Ye Qingxuan laughed.

"Get out of the way, let me take a look."

Bai Xi, who was next to him, squeezed over and pinched his face with his hands: "Char, you have been sleeping for so long, come here and let me see if you have gained weight? Wow! So much oil..."

"Don't mess around."

Ye Qingxuan knocked her on the head angrily: "Hurry up and take Lao Fei down, the doctor is going crazy, you know?"

"I don't care, Lao Fei can go wherever he wants, Lao Fei, don't you think so?"

"Woof woof woof!"

Beside the bed, Lao Fei roared twice, then raised his paw and patted Ciel's face, meaning that little brother No. 3, you have a good rest and don't worry about other things.

Abraham sat in the back, looked at their noisy appearance, and laughed softly.

After a commotion for a while, the doctor finally came over after hearing the news. After checking, he nodded, "Although I think there is probably nothing wrong, I should at least stay here for observation for a while to make sure there are no sequelae. Don't be too anxious." , anyway, the medical expenses are paid by the boss.”

"Then I'll leave it to you." Abraham nodded and sent the doctor away.

But at the door, the doctor gave a dark wink. Abraham was stunned for a moment, then walked out and quietly closed the door behind him.

"Sir, is there any problem?" Abraham asked in a low voice.

"It can't be called a problem, it should be a hidden danger." The hymnist said after thinking for a moment, "The patient's brain still has a strong mental shock. Whether it will trigger the old injury, we need to observe before we can draw a conclusion."

"Old injury?" Abraham was stunned.

"... You don't know anything?"

The hymnist was also stunned for a moment, and asked the nurse to bring a projection of the examination. On the projection of the skull, there was a faint shadow that was barely detectable.

"What is this?" Abraham frowned.

"I don't know." The doctor shook his head, "This shadow has been pressing on his brain nerves since he was a child, and the front of the brain, amygdala and hippocampus may have been affected to a certain extent. Now that he has suffered a mental shock, I am afraid there will be some accidents."

"Will it not cause 'perceptual disorders'?"

"It's not that serious. This shadow has very little interference with him, which can be said to be benign. At best, it is just a nightmare."

Abraham was silent, the doctor patted his shoulder, turned around and left.

In the silent corridor, Abraham sat dejectedly on the bench, staring at the direction of the ward:

"Nightmare...?"

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It was getting dark, and Ye Qingxuan took the yawning Bai Xi back to school.

Abraham made tea for Charles: "Drink some water, you just woke up and talked nonsense all day."

"Teacher, don't you understand me? If no one talks to me, I will suffocate to death." On the bed, Charles smiled, took the teacup, and blew the hot air.

"It's good that you are okay." Abraham sat on the chair and stared at Charles for a long time. Charles also looked at him and smiled foolishly.

"Charles, do you still have those terrible dreams now?" He suddenly asked softly.

"No, teacher."

Charles scratched his hair and lowered his head: "I'm afraid I won't have it in the future?"

Abraham was stunned for a moment, and laughed softly: "That's great."

He talked to Charles for a while, said goodbye when the bell rang in the evening, and left, closing the door gently. In silence, Charles watched him go away, looking down at the teacup in his hand that had already cooled.

For a moment, he fell into a trance.

In the reflection of the teacup, there was blood red, and his pale face.

In that blurry bloody world, Charles looked around at the wailing souls emerging from the walls and looked out the window.

Occasionally, people came and went, and when the bloody doctors and nurses passed by, they noticed his sight and turned their heads, and their withered and ugly faces twisted.

Maybe that was their smile?

It can be imagined that it must be very gentle.

This room must be very warm, right? There are white walls and soft beds. There are spices that calm the mind, even if it smells like the smell of burning bones.

In the middle of the night, there are faint bells from the church in the distance, and the ethereal hymns come, but the holy singing sounds like the wailing of the dead from the underworld, which is indescribably miserable.

In an instant, those fleeting fantasies suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

Everything was normal and good.

"So... I am the only one with a problem?"

Charles lowered his head, looked at the turbid blood in the teacup, drank it all expressionlessly, and closed his eyes.

In the darkness, there were no more nightmares.

There was peace.