Overflowing World

After Lin Zhou was sent to a mental hospital for the seventeenth time, he finally stopped explaining why he could see those things. The sunshine outside the window is very good, and in the afternoon of June, there are fine dust floating in the light. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the slowly moving dust, watching it pass through the beams of light. Old Wu in the next bed was taking a nap, snoring like a rusty chainsaw. There was something squatting at the foot of Lao Wu's bed. The thing looked like a skinned dog, with no hair or skin, and its muscle tissue was directly exposed to the air. It was bright red and moist, and it was still rising and breathing slightly. It has four eyes, two in the normal orbits and two on the ribs on both sides. The four eyes were all open, turning and looking in different directions, but none of them looked at Lin Zhou. Amon.