Sheng Yao hung the cleaned rag on the hook and took a last look at the old house that looked gray no matter how you clean it.

The light in his eyes went out as the fluorescent lights in the room turned off.

There is a little noise inside the building, and it is not quiet outside the building. From time to time, you can hear parents scolding their children, couples quarrel, and excited laughing... Each household seems to be comparing the volume of the pinyin, not only will they raise their voices, but also turn the volume of the TV to the maximum.

These sounds came into Sheng Yao's ears and became buzzing noises.

A lot of people gathered in the community fitness square. Some of them raised their hands and greeted loudly: "Xiao Sheng, I'm back!"

Sheng Yao's eyes moved and nodded at the old man with white hair and wrinkles on his face.

"Have your dad done everything?"

Sheng Yao still nodded.

"oh oh."

The old man wanted to ask a few more questions, but Sheng Yao had already walked a distance after the two nods. He had to turn around and talk to the others.

"Has Lao Bai's funeral been completed?"

"Yes, I went to Xian Crane Cemetery to be buried in the morning."

"Old Bai is also lucky, he has lived to ninety. His daughter has gone early, and this son-in-law has been busy all the time, and he has done his funeral after all."

"Have the son-in-law never remarried?"

"No. Lao Bai and his wife thought about introducing him to a partner for a long time, and asked me if there is any suitable one around me. It has been more than 30 years, and they have retired this year and have never looked for them again. Now Lao Bai is leaving..."

"I heard that his parents died a few years ago?"

"Yes, he's the only one left... I don't know if there are any relatives and friends..."

After leaving the community, it is a small path with green trees.

The shade of trees covers the sky, and during the day, you can see mottled sunlight shining on the ground. At night, you can only see the dim street lights among the shadows of the trees.

Sheng Yao slowly walked past the shadow of the tree and came to the intersection.

He looked at the red signal light in front of him, his vision spread without focal length, and he caught a glimpse of a light afterwards.

The shops across the street have been closed, and only the one is still lit. The light from the glass door is a bit dim, and the store sign stands out from the shade of the trees, dazzlingly red.

"Saint...don't...clinic?" Sheng Yao subconsciously read the neon sign in his mind, and then he heard the "sizzling" electric current.

The sign flashed, and a new bright block popped up in the dark - "Monster Clinic".

Strange name.

As Sheng Yao thought so, a smiling face of a young man appeared in his mind.

That was a young man who opened a pet shop at the entrance of the west gate of the community. He was full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm for everyone.

"... Just pass here, it doesn't take ten minutes. Next to that real estate agency, it's called 'monster clinic'. Don't listen to the name like this, that doctor... Although the doctor has a weird temper, it's very powerful. He can cure any disease! He can see any disease! His medical skills are very superb! Uncle Sheng, you must go and have a look!"

The red light turned green, and the neon sign of the Monster Clinic flashed twice, continuing to emit a faint red light.

Sheng Yao stepped across the road and walked towards the monster clinic.

The glass door of the clinic reflected his face.

It was a vicissitudes of a middle-aged man. There were wrinkles on the forehead, the corners of his eyes, the bags drooped, and two deep nasolabial folds. He often looked stern and smiled less.

The glass door was pushed open.

Sheng Yao stepped onto the white ceramic tiles of the clinic.

This white tiles are like Sheng Yao's gray-white hair, and they are not pure color.

The incandescent lamps in the clinic were a little dim and the lamp tubes were aged. The walls that were as gray as ceramic tiles were covered with old hygiene propaganda posters, and the six big words "Wash hands frequently and care about hygiene" were painted in the artistic form, which made Sheng Yao think that he had stepped into the time tunnel and returned to his childhood, and saw a small clinic hidden in the corner of the street decades ago.

Da, da...

Footsteps came from the corridor, and figures in white coats appeared in the clinic's front hall.

At night, the doctor was still dressed neatly, meticulously wearing a white medical hat and a white mask. Under the white coat were the same white shirt and pants. These whites were as pure as this clinic. Gray-brown blood stains were scattered on the doctor's chest, and there were sputtering blood stains on the hem and pants.

The doctor put his hands in his pockets and looked at Sheng Yao quietly.

Sheng Yao felt his eyes emit a strange blue light.

However, he didn't take any of this to heart.

"I came here after someone's introduction. Can you see all kinds of diseases? Can you see any disease?" Sheng Yao asked straight to the point, without hesitation or hope in his tone.

"Come in." The doctor spoke, but did not answer Sheng Yao's question.

His voice was filled with a strange echo, and the sound was heard in circles and rebounded backwards.

Sheng Yao followed the doctor's footsteps without thinking and turned into the corridor.

The corridor is very short and you can forget it at a glance, and only one door is opened on each side.

Sheng Yao followed the doctor into the door with the "clinic" sign hanging on his left hand.

The door was open, and there was only a desk, two chairs, the drag boards on the floor and the messy wires were entangled. On the desk was an old-fashioned camera monitor, which was very bulky. In addition, there was only a file bar and a pen holder.

There is only one folder in the file bar. The doctor took the folder, opened it, took out the form inside, and handed over the only pen in the pen holder to Sheng Yao, "Fill in the basic information."

Sheng Yao's eyes fell on the doctor's hands.

The doctor stretched out his hand, his five fingers long, and his nails were not healthy red or unhealthy gray, but were painted on the nails like a fashionable woman. The picture was different faces, with abstract facial features, each with exaggerated expressions, which were very artistic.

Sheng Yao took the pen, filled out the form carefully, and asked, "Can you see any disease?"

The doctor asked, "Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

This conversation sounds like an ordinary consultation between doctors and patients.

Sheng Yao immediately gave an unusual answer: "Heart disease."

After the words came to his voice, he also wrote the last word, handed the form to the doctor, and said seriously: "I want to die. I hope you can kill me and let me see my own death with my own eyes. It is best to die in an extremely painful way, and the death process is extremely long."

If it weren't for the age of Sheng Yao's "60" on the table, if Sheng Yao was not so calm when he said this, then these words sounded like the declaration of a middle school boy.

The doctor did not answer the conversation. He looked at Sheng Yao's personal information casually, raised his hand and quickly wrote it in the "Patient's Complaint" column below the form.

The pen tip and the paper are in contact, rustling, with a certain rhythm.

Sheng Yao couldn't understand what the doctor was writing at all, so he could only hear the "rustling" friction sound. Gradually, he heard laughter. Not only laughter, but also cries, howling, sob... The crying was up and down, and the laughter was also overlapping with different lines of laughter, as if it was messy, but each sound was very clear, like a different musical instrument, and all sounded rhythmically with the sound of the doctor writing.

Sheng Yao was a little dazed. He tried hard to gather his sight, and saw that the doctor's exposed nails were twisting and changing, and the still paintings turned into animations, dancing on the doctor's nails.

Duh.

The doctor finally stopped writing, and the tip of the pen hit the paper, leaving a dot, like a period.

Sheng Yao's heart was raised.

The doctor turned to look at Sheng Yao, his dark blue eyes seemed to be flashing.

He spoke, "Of course."

As soon as this sound came out, the other sounds disappeared.

Sheng Yao's eyes, which had been dull, lit up and slowly dimmed, "Is it OK now?"

"Of course." The doctor gave a positive answer again.

He left the folder on the table, stood up, and signaled Sheng Yao to follow him.

The two left the clinic and arrived at the room opposite.

Sheng Yao found that there was an extra sign on the door with the words "Operating Room".

The so-called operating room is as simple as this clinic. There are old blood stains on all four walls, and there are several holes in the blue medical screen that can't cover things at all. The operating table is a metal bed, and the edges of the shadowless lamp hanging above are rusted. When the switch is turned on, it emits a dazzling light.

Bang, bang...

"Take off your clothes and lie on the table." The doctor said, dragging a small table from the corner. On the small table, different types of scalpels collided with each other, making a harsh sound.

Sheng Yao was like a pig waiting to be slaughtered in a farm, lying naked on the cold desk. He shone directly at the strong light on his face, making his vision white.

He felt a pain in his arm, turned his head slightly, and saw the doctor pulling out a long needle from his arm. The needle tube was empty, and the medicine inside must have been injected into his body.

Sheng Yao frowned, "I don't want anesthesia."

The doctor came over.

Sheng Yao thought he was going to say, "If you don't have anesthesia, you can't hold on." Unexpectedly, the doctor said, "I understand."

Before Sheng Yao could say anything, the doctor picked up a scalpel and cut into Sheng Yao's toes with one stroke.

Sheng Yao felt the pain, and the pain only existed for a moment, and then his eyes turned white again.

In the white light, he heard the sound that made him dream of:

"Student, your shoelaces are loose!"

Sheng Yao felt the pulsating heart in his chest. He wanted to turn his head, but his body lowered his head uncontrollably.

Sheng Yao saw the sneakers on his feet. The shoelaces were loosely spread out and dragged to the ground.

He was a little busy holding the textbook, squatting and tied his shoelaces. Immediately, he remembered the sound just now. He hurriedly looked up and saw the back in front of him. He swung his ponytail and walked past him, walking out more than ten meters away.

"Thank you!" Sheng Yao shouted loudly.

The ponytail in front turned around, revealing a youthful and pretty face, and smiled at Sheng Yao and nodded.

"You...classmate, uh, what's your name?" Sheng Yao heard his stuttering voice.
To be continued...