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An old woman lay on the ground, her tattered clothes barely covering her frail body, and her gray hair hung in disarray over her shoulders like a pile of withered straw.
She gasped painfully, her chest heaving as if she might stop breathing at any moment.
I had thought she was on the brink of death, but to my surprise, she still had the strength to move.
Trembling, she reached out with her bony hand and pulled a pendant from her chest.
The pendant glimmered faintly in the dim light. As I focused on it, my heart raced—this pendant was identical to the doll that Yang Mengfan had given me!
The old woman clutched the pendant tightly, her lips moving as she murmured something, as if reciting an ancient incantation.
“Ha ha, let my little treasure play with you.”
At that moment, the eyes of the doll in my hand suddenly lit up with a red glow, like two burning coals, glaringly bright in the darkness.
The red light flickered erratically, as if it possessed a life of its own, emanating an aura of malevolence.
Seeing this, despair and fear filled the old woman's eyes.
Her hand fell limply to her side as she slowly closed her eyes, seemingly having given up the fight and awaiting her fate.
In the next second, the eerie shriek of the Goat Monster pierced through the stillness of the night sky.
The sound was sharp and grating, like nails scraping against a blackboard, sending chills down my spine.
Then, the Goat Monster burst forth from the shadows like a bolt of black lightning, charging straight toward the altar.
Its crimson eyes fixed intently on the old woman, emitting a low growl, as if a hungry beast had set its sights on its prey.
The Goat Monster moved with astonishing speed, almost appearing before the old woman in the blink of an eye.
Without hesitation, it swung its sharp claws and tore the old woman into pieces.
Blood splattered, staining the altar's floor, and the air was thick with the scent of iron.
The Goat Monster turned its head and let out a roar directed at me.
Within that roar was a hint of submission, as if it were waiting for my command.
Suddenly, I realized that Yang Mengfan must have stolen the controller for the Goat Monster and handed it to me.
A surge of determination filled me as I attempted to control the Goat Monster.
Sure enough, under my mental command, the Goat Monster slowly lowered its head and knelt at my feet.
I swiftly mounted its back, and it carried me forward, racing towards the exit as indicated on the map.
I gripped its mane tightly, feeling the wind rush past my ears.
I rode the Goat Monster along the marked route on the map, beginning my escape from the altar.
The Goat Monster surged powerfully over the rugged terrain, kicking up stones and dust in its wake.
I clutched the rough fur of the Goat Monster tightly, my heart racing as if it might leap out of my chest.
The winding path on the map was even more complicated and difficult to navigate in reality.
I had to constantly pay attention to my surroundings, fearing that one misstep could send me tumbling off the Goat Monster.
I lost track of time, but eventually, I spotted the exit marked on the map.
As the Goat Monster picked up speed, the scenery around me gradually opened up.
When I rode out of the altar's confines, the sky was already lightening with dawn, heralding a new day.
It turned out that this altar was hidden within a massive snow-capped mountain.
After emerging from the altar, I found myself on the mountainside.
Looking around, everything was a blanket of white; the undulating snow peaks shimmered brilliantly in the morning light.
I couldn't help but take a deep breath, the cold air invigorating me.
I urged the Goat Monster to continue running downhill, anxiously searching for my companions at the campsite. Were they safe now?
Suddenly, a familiar flicker of fire appeared in my line of sight.
It was the campfire!
A surge of joy filled my heart as I quickly directed the Goat Monster toward the light.
At that moment, a blinding beam of light suddenly shone down on me, and I instinctively raised my hand to shield my eyes.
Immediately after, a deafening sound of helicopter blades whirred above me.
I looked up and saw several helicopters circling overhead, their bodies flashing with warning lights, casting enormous shadows on the ground.
From the helicopters, a group of fully armed personnel jumped down.
They were dressed in black uniforms and wielded firearms, swiftly surrounding me and the Goat Monster.
They opened fire directly at the Goat Monster.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The thunderous gunfire echoed through the valley, and the scorching bullets tore through the air, striking the Goat Monster's body with precision.
It let out a chilling wail as its massive form collapsed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The sudden turn of events knocked me off my feet, and I fell heavily to the ground, a sharp pain shooting from my tailbone to my head.
Before I could react, several figures in black uniforms quickly closed in on me. Their movements were swift and efficient, like hunting cheetahs, firmly restraining me.
I struggled desperately and shouted, "Who are you? What is going on?"
Fear and anger surged within me; I felt like a trapped beast, desperately trying to break free from my restraints.
A burly man stepped forward, wordlessly bringing the butt of his gun down hard against the back of my head.
A wave of intense pain surged through me, and my vision went black as I lost consciousness.
When I awoke again, I found myself lying in a white room, the sharp smell of disinfectant permeating the air.
It seemed to be a hospital ward. Various tubes were inserted into my body, connected to a cluster of cold machines around me, emitting a rhythmic beeping sound.
I struggled to move my fingers, feeling utterly weak, as if all my strength had been drained away.
I tried to recall what had happened before—Goat Monster, gunshots, men in black...
These fragments flashed through my mind like scenes from a movie, sending waves of anxiety coursing through me.
Suppressing the pain in my body, I slowly sat up and yanked off the tubes and wires that were wrapped around me.
Where am I? I stumbled out of bed, barefoot, taking one shaky step after another toward the door.
My heart raced rapidly, pounding like a drum, causing my eardrums to thrum with each beat.
I reached for the doorknob and twisted it with all my might; the door swung open with a creak.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the room.
“Beep—”
A sharp alarm suddenly blared, shattering the silence of the hospital corridor.
My heart tightened as I realized I had been discovered.
Sure enough, not long after, a team of medical personnel in white coats rushed over from the other end of the corridor.
Without a word, they pinned me down and forcibly dragged me back to the ward.
I struggled desperately, but my strength was far too small to break free from their grasp.
They held me down on the bed, and a nurse took a syringe filled with a clear liquid and unhesitatingly plunged it into my arm.
After a sharp sting, I felt my consciousness gradually fading, my eyelids growing heavier until I finally slipped back into darkness.
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The bright incandescent lights illuminated the office, making it spotless. The doctor removed his glasses and wearily rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Across from him sat an elderly couple, sitting upright with anxious expressions etched on their faces. The wrinkles at the corners of their eyes were deep, as if carved by a knife, revealing the torment within their hearts.
"The patient is currently very emotionally unstable. It may be due to the terrifying experience of climbing the mountain; after all, to survive..."
He paused, seemingly struggling to find the right words.
"After all, to survive, she had to eat her boyfriend."
The office fell into a suffocating silence, with only the ticking of the wall clock clearly audible, each tick striking at everyone's hearts.
After a long moment, the woman among the couple let out a suppressed sob. Tears streamed down her face, soaking her eyes as she trembled and choked out,
"The child has been talking about goats, altars, and sacrifices ever since he was rescued. We are terrified that he might be like this for the rest of his life..."
She could no longer control her emotions and broke down in tears, her frail body shaking violently.
The man behind her reached out with his rough, calloused hand and gently patted her back, trying to offer some comfort, though his own eyes were already glistening with tears.
The doctor adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light. He took a deep breath and spoke in a calm tone.
"Such experiences can be overwhelming for anyone. However, it is certainly a good thing that he survived. We will do our utmost to treat the patient."
He paused, his gaze falling on the sobbing woman, his tone softening slightly.
"The patient may still be trapped in the memories of what happened, unable to move on. However, with medication and psychological counseling, we will see results. We will create a comfortable and safe environment for her to help her gradually forget what occurred."
The man lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Doctor Wang Meng, as if he had grasped a lifeline. His voice was hoarse as he said,
"Please, Doctor Wang Meng."
With that, he supported his wife and slowly walked out of the office. Their silhouettes were hunched and heavy, as if burdened by an immense weight.
The office door closed softly behind them, shutting out the noise from outside. Doctor Wang Meng sat alone at his desk, gazing out at the overcast sky, lost in thought.
At that moment, the office door swung open again, and a young nurse hurried in. Her name tag clearly read "Wang Yao."
"Doctor Wang," she began.
Wang Yao's voice was urgent and tense.
"The patient's condition is worsening! You need to take a look right away!"
Doctor Wang Meng felt a tightness in his chest as an ominous premonition washed over him. He abruptly stood up and hurried towards the ward.
The corridor was desolate, illuminated only by the harsh white lights casting shadows on the cold walls. Doctor Wang Meng's footsteps echoed heavily in the empty hallway.
He reached the door of the ward, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.
Inside the room, a girl lay on the hospital bed, her eyes tightly shut and her face as pale as paper. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she were murmuring something in her sleep.
Doctor Wang Meng approached the bedside and leaned down to listen closely to the girl's murmurs.
"Goat... altar... Sacrifice..."
The girl's voice was weak and indistinct, fragmented yet clearly audible to Doctor Wang Meng.
His brow furrowed deeply.
"Wang Yao, prepare the medication for treatment!"
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