Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

The night was as thick as ink that could not be melted, and the cold air came from all directions.

This is a wilderness. The heavy snow was flying, and the snowflakes were blowing head-on, and it seemed to weigh heavily on the face, making people unable to open their eyes. There is a big house in the distance, brightly lit, and the yellow halo looks extra warm in the snowy night, making people involuntarily want to get close.

Where is this? What about Zhong Xiuren?

Xu Rendong looked around, and soon found a figure walking alone after the wind and snow.

It was a teenage boy, thin and small, with two ponytails. Even in this icy world, the child was only wearing a thin single coat. She was alone, walking deep and shallow in the snow. Snow fell on the hair, melted, and refrozen into ice, freezing the two ponytails hard and heavy.

Xu Rendong was heartbroken. He followed silently, finally seeing the child's face. His face was flushed red, with ice crystals on his eyelashes, and his facial features had not yet grown, but he could already tell that he was a beautiful embryo.

It's Zhong Xiu. Zhong Xiu at the age of thirteen.

Xu Rendong looked down and saw a baby in her arms. The baby was wrinkled all over, his face was purple, and he didn't know whether it was hypoxia or freezing. All in all, it's pretty ugly and not flattering at all.

The baby was crying and writhing, trying to break free from Zhong Xiu's arms. The thirteen-year-old Zhong Xiu was still a child and didn't know how to hold a child at all. She tugged at the swaddling clothes, and hurriedly wrapped the baby tightly around her, holding the back of its head in one hand, making it close to her chest. Perhaps because of hearing the familiar heartbeat, the baby finally stopped crying, and quietly fell asleep in Zhong Xiu's arms.

…is that me?

I was born.

Xu Rendong looked at herself in swaddling, and her heart was shaken. His mind was blank for a while, and he was overwhelmed. He could only follow Zhong Xiu silently to see where she was going.

Zhong Xiu was carrying the baby in her arms and was struggling through the heavy snow. Her face was whiter than snow and bloodless. The wind and snow came from all directions, Zhong Xiu shivered and tightened her jacket, but cold sweat dripped from her forehead.

Obviously, she was already exhausted, she was about to stop before she could walk a few steps, and exhaled a big mouthful of white breath. But each time she rested for only a few seconds, she quickly perked up again, took a deep breath and moved on. Xu Rendong suddenly noticed that there was a wet mark under her trousers. The color Xu Rendong was very familiar with was blood.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the soaked cloth to take more. Blood flowed down her ankles, stepping on red footprints in the pure white snow.

Stunning.

Xu Rendong pursed her lips, and had an urge to help her, but she quickly thought to herself—help?

This is her memory, which happened more than 20 years ago, and what she does now will not help. Besides, she is going to...

Sure enough, when Zhong Xiu finally arrived at the brightly lit place, the familiar building appeared in front of him.

—Orphanage. Sure enough, it's a welfare home.

This is indeed the snowy night he was born, the snowy night he almost died.

Xu Rendong watched Zhong Xiu put her infant self at the door of the orphanage, knocked on the door a few times, and left without looking back. She was still walking slowly, and her thin body seemed to be weaker than before, as if she would fall down in the next second.

The baby suddenly left the mother's arms, and was so cold that she burst into tears. When Zhong Xiu heard the cry, her footsteps stopped, but she did not look back. The baby was not comforted, cried more, and kicked the little hands and feet. The quilt was quickly kicked away, and the delicate hands and feet were exposed.

Frostbite. In severe cases, necrosis and amputation are required.

Xu Rendong stood in the darkness, watching all this silently. Snowflakes fell on the baby and accumulated more and more until it turned into a little white snowman. Xu Rendong could almost imagine the weight of the snow piled up on his body—

No, not imagination, but memory. What he remembered was the icy, heavy feeling of snow on his body.

He also remembered that when he was a child, he would suffer from frostbite every year, and his hands and feet were so rotten that he was slowly cured thanks to the dean who applied ointment and soaked him with traditional Chinese medicine every day.

Fortunately, the dean came out immediately after hearing the doorbell. Wrapped in thick cotton pajamas, she screamed when she saw the baby on the ground, ran over and picked it up. But in just a few minutes, the baby was frozen stiff, and even the cry became weak.

The dean held the baby tightly in his arms and looked around, but could not find who left the child.

The dean sighed and walked quickly towards the orphanage with the baby in her arms. Xu Rendong's eyes followed the dean, and his mood was extremely complicated.

In short, let's drive Zhong Xiu into the elevator first.

After all, he is omnipotent in the dream. After thinking about it, he conjured a chainsaw for himself and put on a hood. After changing into the costume of a chainsaw killer, Xu Rendong closed his eyes. With a thought, he has come behind Zhong Xiu.

Although the burden of the baby is less, Zhong Xiu is not much relieved. She was panting harder and walking more slowly. Xu Rendong quietly went around in front of her and yanked the chainsaw to pull the wire. The sawtooth spun at a high speed, making a low, terrifying hum.

Zhong Xiu raised her head in surprise when she heard the sound. There was a hint of horror on her pale and bloodless face. She opened her eyes wide, and the tall figure of the masked man was reflected in her clear eyes.

Xu Rendong held a chainsaw and approached step by step. Zhong Xiu was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she fell to the ground in the snow. A large area of ​​blood quickly smeared under him, and the red was dazzling.

… Her blood has not stopped yet?

Xu Rendong felt a stab in her heart, and her movements followed. Zhong Xiu raised a small face of fear, but foolishly didn't know how to escape. Xu Rendong raised the chainsaw high and was about to cut, Zhong Xiu screamed and covered his face with his hands.

You are running away!

Zhong Xiu was stunned for two seconds, and then he came to his senses and got up with his hands and feet. She stumbled towards the orphanage, and Xu Rendong trotted behind her, thinking about who she would go to next after sending Zhong Xiu away.

Zhong Xiu finally ran to the front of the orphanage under the buzzing chase of the chainsaw behind him. The welfare home was brightly lit, and the yellow halo gave people a sense of security, and even Xu Rendong felt reassured when he saw it. Unexpectedly, Zhong Xiu suddenly stopped while running. Xu Rendong almost didn't stop the car and hit her, so he quickly put away the chainsaw, for fear of accidentally splitting Zhong Xiu in half.

What do you want to do? !

Xu Rendong frowned, watching Zhong Xiu turn around and run towards the wilderness again.

Don't ask for help, but run to a place where there is no one, do you have a problem with your brain?

Xu Rendong frowned and pulled the wire fiercely, turning the sawtooth humming. He came to Zhongxiu in a flash and blocked her way again.

Zhong Xiu screamed. This time, instead of sitting down, he turned his head and ran in another direction—still with his back to the orphanage.

She didn't seem to be in a hurry, but deliberately avoided the orphanage?

Xu Rendong was puzzled. He flashed a few more times, and rushed Zhong Xiu in the direction of the orphanage. However, Zhong Xiu was still determined to run into the wilderness, no matter how he could stop him.

You are courting death!

Xu Rendong gradually lost patience and was too lazy to play the game of cat and mouse. He stopped pouring water, and picked up Zhong Xiu, who was like a chicken, and let her struggle and kick. The blizzard was getting bigger and bigger, and it hurt in the face. Xu Rendong simply took off the cape, wrapped Zhong Xiu inside, and then carried it on his back like a sack.

Zhong Xiu kept kicking and beating behind him, but she was a thirteen-year-old child and was extremely weak due to excessive blood loss. nothing.

Xu Rendong quickly came to the orphanage and opened the door. The warmth hit his face, instantly melting the ice and snow on his face. The familiar sight in the orphanage warmed his heart, as if he could get shelter as long as he returned here, and all harm was blocked.

Behind Zhong Xiu, who was still struggling gently, Xu Rendong knew that she was not dead yet. But it was too soon, because her blood had flowed down the cloak to Xu Rendong's back, making his entire back wet and sticky.

How can a child bleed so much?

Xu Rendong has an indescribable feeling in her heart. He suppressed his emotions and looked around for the elevator. All he could see were familiar sights, with toys scattered on the ground and children's paintings on the walls. It was the place where he lived for more than ten years.

But - no elevator.

There is no elevator in the real welfare home. But why not here?

In Zhong Xiu's dream, there is only the building of the welfare home, the place outside the welfare home is a wilderness, how can there be an elevator?

But where would it be if it were not here?

Behind him, Zhong Xiu's movements became weaker and weaker, and she could hardly hear her gasping voice. Xu Rendong's heart was tight - Zhong Xiu was dying, and there was no time left.

Xu Rendong had no time to think about it, and a teleportation came to the dean's room. The dean was wiping the blood from the baby with a hot towel. Xu Rendong shoved the half-dead Zhong Xiu into the dean's hand, ignoring her stunned look, and directly urged the mind to leave the dream.

The huge suction instantly captured Xu Rendong. After a brief dizziness, he opened his eyes and was back in the room.

He immediately leaned over to check on Zhong Xiu. Fortunately, although she looked bad, she was still breathing. At least not dead yet.

Xu Rendong breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly frowned again.

What happened to Zhong Xiu? Why is there no elevator in her dream?

Xu Rendong couldn't help looking at the other side of the big bed. It made him feel empty and uneasy.

He frowned tightly and sighed again.

Alright now, even Joe is gone, he doesn't even have anyone to discuss. Only one person can figure it out.