[BL, MTL] What Can I Do, I'm Not Human (Quick Wear)

Chapter 113: The Fifth World (1)

　Shen Xiuzhe wanted to commit suicide.

　He caressed the utility knife with his fingertips, pushing out the blade little by little.

　If the blade comes out too long, it will be difficult to control when cutting the wrist. It is enough to push out a part, which can easily cut a very deep wound on the wrist.

　He tapped his fingers on the skin, looking for his own arteries. There is not much time left for him, and the suicide cannot be discovered.

　Shen Xiuzhe couldn't see, the bleeding would interfere with his tactile judgment, he needed to determine where to cut the knife in advance.

　He wanted to cut the carotid artery, but he still had a collar around his neck.

　Shen Xiuzhe held his breath and pressed the blade against his skin.

　Since losing his eyes, his hearing and sense of touch have become extraordinarily acute. All the small sounds around him will be captured by his ears.

　There were footsteps coming from far and near in the corridor, Shen Xiuzhe turned slightly sideways to pick up the brush. The footsteps stopped at his door for two seconds, and a middle-aged man's slightly hoarse voice came from outside, and he spoke with some crappy accents.

　"What are you going to have for dinner? Which set meal do you want?"

　Shen Xiuzhe stroked the canvas and said coldly, "C."

　"A lot of people chose C, we didn't prepare that many."

　"A, if the seafood is replaced with a vegetarian dish, I will vomit after eating fish balls."

　"Boiled cabbage?"

　"Can."

　The man shouted, "Room 3 comes with a package A! By the way, Mr. Shen, do your eyes still hurt?"

　The hand holding the paintbrush trembled imperceptibly for a moment, and Shen Xiuzhe said calmly, "It doesn't hurt."

　"That's good. It seems that the two operations were successful. Mr. Shen, you are a patient now, so pay more attention in the future and don't run around."

　"good."

　The man didn't stay any longer, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

　Shen Xiuzhe waited for a few more seconds, and after making sure no one was coming, he put down his brush and picked up the utility knife again.

　This is his hidden knife, he only has one chance to kill himself.

　Shen Xiuzhe was about to make a move when a strange sound was caught in his ears. Very small and faint, it seems to be the sound of electric current.

　He turned his head slightly towards the direction where the electric current sound came from. He remembered that there was a wooden cabinet with some sundries on it.

　The sound of the electric current gradually became louder, and finally in the silent room, a man's voice suddenly came.

　"Mr. Shen, your knife is too blunt, and the blade is full of glue. You may not die, but that hand will definitely be useless. You can put the knife down first, sit down and talk to me about your thoughts."

　The male voice was clear and lively, and there was an indistinct smile when he spoke.

　Shen Xiuzhe could tell that he didn't laugh on purpose, it was just the way his tone was.

　The man spoke clearly without an accent, forcibly slowing down his speech, trying to make him relax.

　Shen Xiuzhe sketched the image of a man in his mind.