sinovels Chapter 47 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
Chapter 47 The Fourth Dose of Medicine
what is that?What is that eye-catching thing that has never been seen before?
I don't know, I haven't seen it.
But why does it feel so familiar?
What is this familiar feeling?
It's so cold, is it winter today?
What is this familiar warmth?
What is this strange twist?
Why are you looking at me like that.
No, it should be said.
Why don't you look at me.
The beast's breath was still spreading in the ears, the wet smell was still spreading around, and the sharp teeth were still poking around the warrior's neck.But Sanada Shinzo in the darkness no longer felt fear, allowing the fangs and sharp teeth of the beast to linger at his fatal weakness, exposing his fragile neck at a glance.
His hand was still caressing the handle of the knife, but he relaxed his strength, just resting on it barely, without the slightest desire to draw the knife.
The samurai laughed suddenly, turned his head and bumped into the unknown beast, whose fur was soft, smooth and resilient.He felt the heavy breathing of the other party, felt the tension of flesh and blood under the hair.He knew the beast wouldn't hurt him, because hurting him wasn't its purpose.But Sanada Shinzo was still puzzled, why did he come to him one after another?
have no idea.The warrior's hand slowly caressed the beast's body, feeling the violent ups and downs of the vibration under his palm, which became more intense every time, and every breath carried a powerful force, as if venting irrational.
"Are...are you angry?" the warrior murmured, gently soothing the beast in the darkness with his palm.
"Are you afraid?" But all he got in return was heavier panting, and a low growl of dissatisfaction in his throat.
"What on earth do you want?" The warrior didn't know, and the beast probably didn't either.
The beast's head left Sanada Shinzo's neck suddenly, the hair brushed against his neck, and the hot and humid smell went away from him.
But suddenly the samurai heard another sound, a sound of teeth piercing into flesh, a sound of bursting blood vessels, and a small sound of muscles trembling with fear and pain.
The smell of blood spread, it was very familiar to the samurai, an extremely familiar smell.Warm, moist, with a sweet taste that will eventually become rotten and rotten.
"It's started." Sanada Shinzo's words echoed in his ears, and he suddenly understood what time it was today.
It is the moment when everything is ready, when the play begins, when the final curtain is approaching.
"Dingling—" Wakizashi's saber bell made a crisp vibration that had not been seen for a long time.
The samurai murmured and stroked his beloved sword.
The black wind and sand came and went suddenly, as if it was only a moment, and the vision returned to clarity.
The colorful light reappeared before the eyes of the samurai, white light, brown shadow, pink clothing, golden pen.Various sounds reappeared in my ears, the terrified scream of the lady who was cut off, the man's panting breath, and the sound of clothes rubbing.What he got all of a sudden caught him off guard.
Sanada Shinzo opened his eyes, adapting to the sudden light and color, trying to get information from the sudden noise of various sounds.
After a long while, he focused his gaze on the man opposite. The man named Asakura Yuichi was hugging the young lady, his trembling hands were constantly comforting the person in his arms.
Trembling?Why tremble?Sanada Nobuzo did not understand.
He saw Asakura looking at him, his eyes were full of fear and horror, as if he saw some monster.
Why are you looking at me like that?Sanada Shinzo was confused and disturbed.
what happened to me?Why are you looking at me like this?
The samurai opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to reach something, but only saw Asakura's increasingly frightened expression, and the lady's panicked eyes from his arms .
In the end what happened?Now even the samurai was beginning to lose his composure.Even though he knew that all the unthinkable things were coming, even if he was fully prepared, when it really came, the unspeakable unknown made him unable to avoid fear and trembling.
What happened?Why are those eyes looking at me?
Frightened, the samurai turned his gaze to the drug seller sitting on the side.
The wizard is staring at him, the wizard's blue eyes are staring at him, like polar glaciers, staring at him through the light white mottled traces cut by the strong wind, without any fear or comfort, just She just stared at him aimlessly.
But Sanada Shinzo did not get any comfort from it, but got deeper fear.
It was as if the blue eyes were not staring at him, and there was no such "person" as Sanada Shinzo in the wizard's blue eyes.
Just tools, objects, things.
The wizard looked at him as he looked at a table.
Why?Sanada Nobuzo asked anxiously.
"What are you looking at?" he asked the wizard, but all he got was a slight deflection of the gaze.
He felt something slipping across his neck, was it cold sweat?The samurai raised his hand and gently wiped it away.
no.Not a cold sweat.The samurai's hands froze around his neck.
So wet, creamy, warm, sticky, red.
Such a familiar touch.
The samurai moved his gaze to his fingertips, where he saw the red liquid he had always been familiar with.
Sticky, sticky everywhere, can't be washed off, like gangrene.
It's blood.The samurai suddenly understood what this warm touch was.
Is it my blood?Sanada Shinzo asked himself.
No, there are no wounds on my body, and I don't feel any pain.
So whose blood is this?The samurai stared nakedly at the people around him.
Is it Mr. Asakura's?The man shivered from the stimulation of his gaze.
no.The samurai looked away in disappointment.
So is it the lady's?The young lady hid in Asakura's arms, the eyes that had just been exposed were covered by the drooping hair.
no.The samurai looked away coldly.
So, is it yours?He stared at the flamboyant kimono of the drug seller, the coquettish lines on his face, and his blue eyes.
Ah.He heard the pharmacist making a nice low smile, even the corners of his mouth were raised slightly.
Nor is it.The samurai looked away and stared aimlessly at the void again.
How strange, whose blood is it?Which corpse's blood is it?
Was it brought by the black mist just now?The samurai thought of the beast that had just crouched at his neck.
no.In an instant, he denied his thoughts again.
This is human blood.For some reason, he was extremely firm on this point.
It was the blood of a corpse, the blood of a fresh, recently dead corpse.
It was the blood of a woman, an older, mean, woman in a kimono.
It was the body of a woman he knew and had seen not so long ago...
Who is it?What is he missing?The samurai frowned.
"What's on your right?" the drug seller suddenly opened his mouth to bring back the warrior's thoughts.
What is it... the samurai looked to the right.
"A nice, red tatami."
That's weird, when is there a red tatami mat here?
No, it's better to ask, why is there only one piece of red tatami here?
"Is that... a piece of tatami?" Sanada Shinzo turned his head, and the wizard smiled ambiguously, his eyes full of interest.
if not?Sanada Shinzo was puzzled.
"Look again, carefully, seriously, and see clearly."
Sanada Nobuzo turned around and carefully observed the red tatami.
"Look, that's it."
There seemed to be some kind of magic in the wizard's words, so that the light was distorted.Sanada Shinzo was surprised to find that the light in front of him, the curve of the object, the color, and the sound all began to distort, and the lines were twisted into tangled messy threads, the red color began to move and spread towards him, and the distance between Asakura and Miss began Expanding infinitely, the wind in the air twisted into screams and cries.
The red tatami also began to twist surprisingly.
First, it bulges up irregularly, forming hills of indeterminate bullying, and then the colors begin to separate, with a dark base color oozing out from under the red, and then a section of white grows out of it, entangled with black lines, and then there is Something flowed from the inside, like the luscious juice of a bitten ripe fruit.
The place where the juice had been soaked was split open, and black and white protrusions grew out of it, and the black part was facing him blankly.
Sanada Nobuzo felt a little familiar, he seemed to have seen such a protrusion somewhere, something that stared blankly at his eyes.
But what is that?
"Still can't remember?" He turned his head sharply, meeting the wizard's blue eyes, which protruded from their sockets and stared at him.
Ah, I remembered.the samurai whispered.
That red tatami mat.The samurai reached out to the twisted red tatami.
That is.The samurai's hand touches those messy lines.
That is, a distorted corpse.
"This is... madam's, a corpse."
The samurai's gaze was clear and calm, with solemnity and rigor.His hands were still stained with distorted red.
"This is... Madam's blood."
The pharmacist suddenly laughed, laughing amidst the sound of crying and terrified in the distance.
"Yes, this is...the blood of Madam's corpse."
The author has something to say: update √
I remembered that I planned to write ten or fifteen chapters of this article a few days ago...
Me: I don’t think I can finish Chapter [-]... Forget it, let’s talk about the big one first, so as not to slap my face in the future x
Originally, according to my plan, this chapter of mine was supposed to talk about accepting this monster... but I actually wrote a whole sheet of dead people? ? ?
Outline: ? ? ?
121: No, it shouldn't be like this, you listen to my explanation!
So my outline will not become a reality no matter whether I write it or do it or not.
(But it’s really cool to write x
(Tomorrow and the next two days will be even slower, there are some things to be busy, about two chapters in three days... Forget it, don't believe me x