The Social Life of the Supreme God

Chapter 130 Immortal Man
"Finally quiet."

After the noise from Tianlu disappeared, Li Ren's first reaction was to close his eyes.

Who knows when that evil noise will start again. Therefore, Li Ren, who had not slept a wink all day and night due to noise pollution, decided to seize this precious opportunity to get some sleep quickly.

Then, exhausted both mentally and physically, he struggled to take off the headphones and earplugs from his head before going to bed.

So just like everyone who has made complete preparations before going to bed, but only forgot to turn their mobile phones to silent——

Li Ren's cell phone rang.

"Say goodbye to all your worries~" His cell phone ringtone is a song with a cheerful melody.

Based on the direction from which the sound came, it can be judged that Li Ren's cell phone was left in the living room downstairs.

So just like most people would do when faced with this situation. Li Ren decided to pretend that he didn't hear the ringing from downstairs and covered his face with a pillow.

I endured the continuous ringing for nearly 40 seconds, and then a voice came from downstairs: "Dear, happy every day, I wish you happiness forever~". The ringing sound of the phone call that was noisy finally stopped.

Silence returned to the house.

Li Ren thought and took a deep breath. Then, the cell phone downstairs rang again - "Say goodbye to all your worries~"

And Li Ren finally sat up from the bed at the same moment when "Say goodbye to all worries~" was heard on the 10th floor.

In the darkness, Li Ren, whose eyes were bloodshot, hugged the pillow and stared blankly in the direction from which the ringing sound came. He vividly performed what it means to "sit up with a start in a dying illness, and the bell rings in the attic in the middle of the night".

The person who called seemed like he was going crazy and redialed over and over again. And the interval between each call is no more than five seconds.

"I can finally sleep now."

Before answering the call, Li Ren looked at the caller ID: "Doctor Wang. What's the matter?"

"it's me."

Li Ren: "..."

The tired Li Ren finally pushed himself up from the bed, then silently walked out of the attic and came to the living room.

"Li Ren?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone. The other party's tone was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect the call to be answered this time: "Is it Mr. Li?"

Immediately, he glanced at the dried blood on the carpet in the living room, and then looked in the mirror at the newly scabbed wound just below his Adam's apple. Li Cai finally picked up the Android phone that was still ringing on the living room table.

After getting a positive answer, Dr. Wang's voice on the other end of the phone finally softened: "Huh, you have answered the phone... If you don't answer the phone, I'm going to call the police."

Another moment passed.

after that.

Hearing this, Li Ren frowned, took the phone to his face and opened the call history. Then he saw hundreds of missed calls from Dr. Wang in the past five hours starting from this evening.

And the time period when Dr. Wang called. It was the time when Li people "lost their hearing" due to constant noise bombardment.

When Li Ren gradually figured out what happened. Dr. Wang's voice on the other side of the phone was because of Li Ren's long silence. He became worried again: "Hello? Li Ren, are you still listening?"

"Well, I'm listening." Li Ren responded, setting his phone to hands-free mode and putting it back on the table in the living room.

"Where are you now? Nothing happened to you?" Dr. Wang continued to confirm the patient's condition.

"I'm at home, I just took a nap." Li Ren said as he knelt down and rolled up the plush carpet on the ground that was stained with dark red blood. Then he opened the wooden secret door hidden under the carpet, stood up and kicked the blood-stained carpet into the cellar under the studio filled with various torture instruments: "Nothing worth mentioning happened."

"It's fine." Dr. Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it convenient for you to come to the hospital now? I have good news for you. It's best for us to talk in person."

"Now?" Li Ren looked out the window in surprise. It was getting dark at this time, and it was hard for him to imagine what kind of things he needed to talk about in a hurry at night.

"Yes, now." Dr. Wang gave an affirmative reply: "I will be in the clinic all night. Just come to me when you arrive."

It seems that this is not convincing enough. Dr. Wang then added: "While you were sleeping, the medical environment in China changed drastically."

"The Food and Drug Administration has approved the launch of a new drug. This drug has significant therapeutic effects on a variety of pathologies and lesions." Dr. Wang paused for a moment, as if he was considering his words: "Maybe it will be good for your mental health." Schizophrenia, multiple personalities, and the resulting hallucinations and violent tendencies are therapeutic.”

"Oh, really. That's great." Although Li Ren said this, his tone was flat and emotionless. He didn't have high expectations for the new medicine the doctor talked about.

"Li Ren, to be honest, this time is different from the past. Your disease may really be cured." Dr. Wang continued to ask sincerely: "Please be sure to come tonight."

"I will go. Thank you, Doctor Wang." After thanking him, Li Ren hung up the phone.

Immediately afterwards, Li Ren walked to the dressing mirror hanging on the wall next to the table. Then he raised his neck vigorously, and then looked at the newly scabbed wound on his neck.

This cut wound, which was about seven or eight centimeters long, was made after Li returned from the hospital for consultation this afternoon. Use the fruit knife currently stored in the kitchen knife holder to wipe the residue left behind on your neck.

At the same time, this is also the first time Li Ren committed suicide after becoming "ill".

now.

Li Ren still clearly remembers the severe pain he felt after the cut, as well as the coldness, numbness, shortness of breath and rapid heartbeat that came with the loss of blood.

This was followed by increasingly intense dizziness and gradually blurred vision. Li Ren, who was dying, lay on the cold floor, thinking that his tortured life had finally come to an end.

Until sunset, a sound sounded in his ears [Citizen A has voluntarily become your believer...], symbolizing that the noise from the heavenly road awakened Li Ren from death.

Then, the burning sensation from the wound on his neck and the constant noise tortured Li Ren into a daze. Instinctively, he hurriedly picked up the fruit knife that fell next to "his body" and inserted it back into the kitchen knife holder, then stumbled back to the small bed in the attic.

So much so that this studio still looks like the scene of his death——

In the living room, every painting painted by Li Ren himself. They were all more or less stained with the blood that sprayed out when he cut his throat.

And on the floor from the living room to the attic, and on the screen of the mobile phone that Li Ren put in his pocket. It was also full of dried crimson blood.

Li Ren just stood in the studio that he painted dark red using the carotid artery blood spraying technique. Facing the mirror, she caressed the light pink skin exposed after the blood scab fell off on her neck.

"It's better now." Li Ren sighed in his heart: "I can't even die."

(End of this chapter)