A ray of sunshine on Sunday shone in from the sunshine and fell on Zhou Liming's face.

As the muscles on his face moved for a while, Zhou Liming suddenly opened his eyes, and then closed it all at once under the stimulation of the sun. It was not until he opened it a few times and adapted to the intensity of the sun, and then he let out a moan, and the night hell-like night in his mind could not help but reflect in his mind.

Zhou Liming only knew that he was disgusted by the pain and woke up from the pain... This was repeated until his nerves could no longer bear it and completely fell into disgusting.

Now that I woke up, the pain on my head had disappeared. If it weren't for the whole body that was disintegrating, even Zhou Liming wouldn't believe that he had endured an inhuman torture last night. The room was a mess, and the sheets on the bed were torn to the ground and broke everywhere. It should have been torn through it because he was too painful.

The tables and chairs fell to the ground, and the things on the ground were scattered all over the floor.

Zhou Liming patted his forehead with a wry smile, then struggled hard, and then began to clean up the room. Such a messy room cannot be seen.

At some point at night, the sand cloth on his head was torn off. Zhou Liming touched the wound on his head with his hand, and what made him pause his movements and his expression was that the wound with his long fingers disappeared. Such a supernatural incident made Zhou Liming press it with his hand, but he could not feel the pain at all.

"What's going on?"

Zhou Liming found the mirror and looked at it, and the wound really disappeared.

"No, even if it heals, there should be a scar. But now there is nothing, as if it has never been injured." Zhou Liming was really confused, and he became stupid in holding the mirror. No one could explain what happened to him clearly.

Zhou Liming was a little dazed all morning, and he couldn't remember what happened last night.

During lunch, Dean Zhou heard someone talk about Zhou Liming's injury and took a break. She was already sixty years old, if she hadn't been worried about the entire orphanage, she would have retired at home long ago. She has worked in the orphanage since the establishment of the hospital and has devoted too much effort here.

"Liming, how do you feel?"

President Zhou’s question made Zhou Li, who was holding a job, obviously feel uneasy. Zhou Liming always regarded the respected president as his grandmother, and his personality was not very good at panic. But overnight, such a big wound was as intact as before. Who would believe it when he said it?

It is precisely because of this kind of worry that when Zhou Liming went out today, he wrapped Shabu back on his head. After all, everyone knows about his injury in the small space of the orphanage. If they see their heads without any trace, how should they explain such a mysterious thing to them?

Zhou Liming's uneasy look made Dean Zhou laugh and said, "Don't be afraid, you are already a man, what's this injury? You have to learn to be strong."

"Hospital, Dean, I..." Zhou Liming bit his lip and finally concealed the fact that his wound had healed and said, "Thank you, Dean, the wound, the wound no longer hurts, really, it doesn't hurt at all."

Dean Zhou nodded and said with a smile: "It's fine. I'll find Master Huang later. I'll ask him to stew a soup for you. Dr. Li said that you had shed a lot of blood last night." She gently stroked Zhou Liming's head with her hand. This action made Zhou Liming's eyes burst into tears and almost fell down. She couldn't help but tell her beloved dean several times that her wound was healed.

"By the way, Liming, why don't I call your head teacher later and ask you for leave? If you are injured, don't go to school."

President Zhou’s suggestion made Zhou Liming even more uneasy. He shook his head and said, “Dean, I’m fine anymore. Really, I don’t believe you ask Zheng Le. I’ve been with him for one morning today and I’m going to be in the third year of high school. I… I don’t want to lack many classes…” After that, my head was already lowered.

Zheng Le nodded suddenly beside him, proving that Zhou Liming was right.

President Zhou sighed slightly in his heart, and did not say anything more about this matter. Instead, he ordered Zhou Liming to find Dr. Li if he had any discomfort, and then he left. Didn’t she know what Zhou Liming was thinking? She has been working in the orphanage for almost thirty years, and there are too many children like him, but...

After lunch, Zhou Liming shrugged off the suggestion of several friends going out to play. Zhou Liming returned to his own room alone, then fell heavily on the bed, looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, and constantly recalling what happened last night in his mind. However, at that time, his will had long been blurred. How could he remember anything? In addition to pain, it was still painful.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Liming felt a little hot all over and became a little impatient.

This was a very strange emotion, which made Zhou Liming feel irritable and anxious. He walked around the room, and his heart was even more disturbed, as if he had the illusion of venting his heart.

Zhou Liming rarely encounters this situation, so he immediately sat down beside the bed, picked up the book, and wanted to use this method commonly used to calm himself down. However, after taking a few glances, he not only did not calm down, but became even more irritable, which made Zhou Liming have the urge to hit someone.

"ah!"

Suddenly, Zhou Liming tore the book in half and smashed it hard on the wall. Only in this way can he feel comfortable.

Then he stared at the table. He had the urge to smash it, and he had no way to control it. Like an extremely tempting drug, Zhou Liming only hesitated for half a second, then walked to the table a few steps, let out a low roar, grabbed a corner of the table, and threw it hard onto the wall next to it.

The sound of "touch...slam" sounded, and the whole table became fragmented.

Zhou Liming didn't feel it was inappropriate at all. This feeling of destruction made him feel happy.

"I smash, I smash, I smash...hahahaha..."

As if he was going crazy, Zhou Liming even lifted the chair and slammed it hard against the wall. Looking at the split chair, only the two stool legs he was holding, he laughed happily. Only in this way could he feel the blocked mind and become calmer.

It was as if the body was not following the command, and there was only a sound in my heart, smashing... smashing...

Unaware of anything, Zhou Liming grabbed the iron pipe on the bed where he had been sleeping for more than ten years. The blood vessels on his arm protruded with force, and almost invisible scales appeared. A terrifying force made Zhou Liming roar and pulled the welded iron pipe off the iron bed. The harsh sound of the broken metal stimulated Zhou Liming even more crazy, quickly twisting the entire iron pipe into curly twists.

In a moment, Zhou Liming, who had the power of a monster, turned into a pile of scrap iron.

It was not until even the cabinet used to hold clothes in the room was dismantled into mineral powder that Zhou Liming's impatient and hot head gradually calmed down. It was not until he found that the whole room seemed to have experienced a major earthquake that Zhou Liming shuddered suddenly and looked at everything in front of him in a daze.

"This...this...this...this is this what I did?"

Zhou Liming couldn't believe it, especially when he saw the iron bed like a twig, he shook his head desperately and roared: "No, no, no, impossible, this must be an illusion. How could a person knead the steel like dough?" He patted his head, "Is there something wrong with my head? How could there be such an illusion? How could this happen..."

However, everything just now, like a movie, appeared in Zhou Liming's mind, proving that the murderer who caused all this was himself.

Zhou Liming stared at his hand in panic. He could not accept that his not strong hand would even break the steel.

"No, this is not true, this is not true..."

Zhou Liming, who could not accept all this, suddenly grabbed the door and escaped from everything that was unreal.

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