Chapter 657: Shackles of Sin (26) (Additional update)

During that period of time, Mr. Shen had been having such a recurring dream over and over again.

Brutal crimes are everywhere, and people are biting and eating each other.

The red blood in the sky was like invisible poison, silently soaking into his reason and stimulating his brain.

He began to try to kill people in his dreams, and began to try to see his hands covered with blood.

The sticky blood is cold and has no temperature.

Even his fingers seemed to be completely contaminated by the cold temperature, which lingered.

He began to experience the pleasure of killing, and began to like such a cold and sticky temperature.

In the dream, he felt that he had found what he wanted.

The vague longing in his heart was gradually amplified, amplified, and then amplified by his out-of-control reason.

I can't control it, and I don't want to control it.

He wanted to firmly hold on to the missing part of himself, so he could only keep killing people and use the pleasure brought by killing to make up for the missing part in his heart.

Kill...kill...kill...

Dreams began to erode his brain and began to accuse him of attacking living bodies in real life.

The more the living body struggles, the more excited it becomes, and the more it can feel that a certain void in its heart has been filled.

But this is far from enough.

If it's just once, it can only be enough for a week.

After a week, the place in my heart that was supposed to be filled was like a bottomless pit, swallowing up that little bit of satisfaction.

Then, a bigger hole was left there, and a bigger feeling of loss and dissatisfaction was left.

Just like a drug, you need to constantly replenish the pleasure to make your heart less uncomfortable.

The effects of psychology and physiology constantly drive him, like a killing machine, with his hands rising and falling without blinking an eye.

The dream kept reappearing every night, and he kept killing people in dreams and reality.

Of course, even if it is murder, as a doctor, Mr. Shen's obsessive-compulsive disorder requires him to make a complete and beautiful cut without leaving any ugly wounds.

He became more and more crazy, and the blood on his hands became more and more.

In the hospital, on the street, in the shopping mall... as long as he encounters a skeleton that he can barely see through, he will take action.

It was as if the dream had merged with him, making it difficult to part with him.

Later, he had tortured so many living bodies that he could no longer count them.

He became more and more immersed in this game and couldn't extricate himself.

Until finally, one day, when he looked at the blood on his hands and the pieces of meat filled in the bucket, he suddenly realized that the hole in his heart could no longer be filled.

The joy and excitement of killing were simply not what he was looking for in his heart.

He just keeps using them as substitutes, and keeps numbing himself.

But paralysis is always time-sensitive and even tolerable.

If you use it too much, it won't work anymore.

What does he want?

He doesn't know.

It was as if the words were already on his lips, but nothing came out.

He knew that what he wanted was not excitement or killing.

He didn't want anything, he just wanted that indescribable feeling.

It's like a lost deer in the forest, running around everywhere, disturbing other creatures, but never finding its home.

He couldn't tell what he wanted, and he was tired of this disgusting stimulation.

So, he began to stop and began to force himself not to think about that feeling.
Chapter completed!