Zhou Yu was sitting in the cabin, behind him. Her voice still came from the sky, but her corrupt breath sprayed on the back of Luo Binhan's neck. The smell reminded him vaguely of several words Zhou Yu had mentioned to him, such as "liquefaction", "Clostridium spores", "cadaverine" and so on. He couldn't remember what those words meant, but none of them pleased him.
"Luo Binhan, where are you going now?" Zhou Yu said. Her voice became light and cold again.
Luo Binhan ignored her. He tried his best to imagine the being behind it as something else. Some kind of aggregation of monsters, zombies, a pile of rotten flesh, a swarm of bugs. That could never be the real Zhou Yu, and if "she" could attack him directly, there would be no need for extra tricks. So he neither answered nor looked back.
He let himself lie down in front of the bridge to distance himself from the unknown behind. But that didn't have much effect. He could hear the people behind him getting up, and the purple gauze skirt and silk shirt made a subtle rubbing sound. That was Luo Binhan's last impression of her. Then there was a damp tingling sensation on the back of his neck, as if fallen hair was brushing there.
"Do you think you are in a dream now?" the voice said. "A simple mind like yours can only attribute everything to a dream. But what a pity, what you are facing now is reality. No matter how hard you struggle, you will not Wake up.”
She talked more than before, and it sounded like it. Luo Binhan glanced at the ground flying beneath his feet and found that it glowed with a strange purple light from a height. Under the cover of the purple light, the colors looked extremely rich and messy. The weeds that once seemed familiar to him now come in at least seven or eight colors. The excessive brightness made Luo Binhan feel dizzy and nauseated.
"Go away," he said, holding back his nausea.
Even he didn't expect it to work. The lingering stench remains behind. The voice said: "You are the one who caused this situation. Even if I want to leave, I can't."
"Is it my fault?" Luo Binhan said. He knew he probably shouldn't pay attention to the thing's words, but the dizzying colors and the foul stench were unbearable, and it was a relief to focus on his hearing.
He took a few breaths and saw that the return journey was already halfway over. This incident gave him more courage to persevere. He began to think about how autonomous the thing behind him was - some kind of pure, thoughtless hallucination, or a spirit pretending to be Zhou Yu?
"What is your purpose?" he said, "Is it fun to pretend to be my friend's wife?"
"If I could, I wouldn't want it to be like this. Do you think it would be interesting to rot and disappear alone in the ground like this?"
"Then you go to reincarnation." Luo Binhan said immediately, "It's better to leave than to see him off."
He felt the cold gaze behind him, like ants soaked in ice water crawling on the back of his neck. But that was also the feeling Zhou Yu made him feel before she was alive, so much so that it brought him more sadness than fear. He grabbed his machete, hesitating to attempt an attack.
"That kind of thing is useless." The voice behind him said, "The dead thing will not be killed a second time. Even if you stab me with that scimitar, it will not change your result in the end. "
"What's the result?" Luo Binhan said reflexively.
"You will die. If you continue to stay here."
Luo Binhan still lowered his head, but moved the dagger calmly. Through the reflection of the blade, he saw a slender shoulder wearing a silk shirt. It was so clean and tidy that Luo Binhan couldn't believe it.
"Luo Binhan," the voice said, "do you know where you have run to?"
"I think we have gone to the underworld." Luo Binhan muttered. In the end, he didn't dare to look at the face of the thing. Instead, he put the scimitar on the inside of his wrist, ready to greet some guests he didn't want to see. At this time, a shadow appeared on the ground, like a gliding swallow.
He watched eagerly as the sub-cabin aircraft entered the interior of the Silence. As the cabin slid through the passage, he never heard the sound that disturbed him again. This favorable sign increased his confidence. As soon as the sub-cabin aircraft landed, he immediately opened the door and escaped from the closed and cramped small space.
It was very quiet in the corridor, and everything looked the same as when he left. Luo Binhan was happy for this in the first few seconds, but then he realized something was abnormal.
He did not wait for ∈ to appear.
The interior of the ship is as quiet as its name suggests. The cold light of the lighting hung above Luo Binhan's head, but his vision felt dark. As he walked forward, he called a few times, but there was still no response.
When he trudged to the bridge room, he was greeted by another daunting darkness. All lighting systems are turned off, leaving only a simulated image of the starry sky flowing on the floor. That scene was once full of mysterious beauty, but now it stopped Luo Binhan from moving forward.
He held down the metal door of the bridge room to prevent it from closing automatically in front of him, but at the same time he did not dare to step in. At this time, he vaguely understood what kind of desperate situation he was in, but he was not willing to admit it after all, so he began to call Jing Huang and Yaleriga. There seemed to be some kind of terror lurking in the darkness of the room, so he didn't dare to shout loudly, and could only whisper vaguely like a whisper. The volume of his voice gradually increased with hopeless waiting until he realized that he was shouting at the top of his lungs.
Finally he admitted that it was a futile effort. And when the suffering time wore away the fear, he felt that his chest was filled with anger. That emotion pushed him to stride forward and step into the dark and silent bridge room. The darkness in the room soaked his skin as cold as liquid, penetrating his flesh and nerves. He threw himself into the soft chair and gasped for air. Only then did he realize that he was still wearing the protective suit.
Luo Binhan knew that the protective suit provided by Yaleriga must have the best air purification system on the Silence. Even if he fell into an oxygen-free vacuum, he might be able to survive for several days. But at this moment he really couldn't breathe. His right hand was already on his neck, intending to take off his mask to get some air, but somehow Yaleriga's voice came through his mind, and he remembered how she had sternly asked him to be fully armed before going out, even though he Claim that some projects are unnecessary.
His hand stopped at his neck and he remained frozen for several minutes. When he finally put his hands down without doing anything, a cold voice came from behind the chair.
"It doesn't matter if you take the hood off. If you don't get there soon, you're going to die anyway."
Luo Binhan tilted his head and observed the situation behind the chair with the corner of his eye. He saw a slender female silhouette, the ends of long hair swaying slightly in the air. She stood in the dark bridge room, as if she had been waiting here from the beginning.
"You're not serious," he said hoarsely, "She's dead."
The man behind the chair bent down. Her face suddenly appeared in Luo Binhan's field of vision. The pale face, slender eyebrows, and slightly mean thin lips looked no different from Zhou Yu's before she was alive. But she didn't have the inhumane attitude in the past. Instead, she put her hand on Luo Binhan's shoulder and stroked him like a mother comforting her child. Her movements were stiff, as if she was forcing herself to do something she was not good at at all.
"Since you know this, you should also know where you are, right?" She said, "Luo Binhan, the reason why you see a dead person is because you have also been killed. If you don't return as soon as possible, I can only wander around in this world forever."
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