...
Chaos interweaves.
What catches the eye is a red sky.
The black and green dirt road on the ground covers the entire ground.
It's like an endless world. Except for the blood-red sky and the dark road, nothing seems to exist here...
Qianye stood among them.
He didn't know when he came to this place, or why he came here.
The cold wind from afar blew towards his face, blowing his hair back.
"This is......"
"Where?"
It was as if I had lost my memory of the previous few hours.
He knew nothing about this place and had no impression of it.
There was a faint buzzing of Sanskrit sounds in his ears, as if it was constantly lingering above Qianye's head.
Irritability, fear, nervousness...
This was the first emotion that arose in Qianye's heart after hearing this inexplicable sound.
He couldn't wait to find the source of the sound.
Then insert your fingernails hard enough to tear it apart...
But it's a pity.
He could see nothing in this desolate world.
"Hey! Is anyone there?"
He shouted symbolically at the top of his voice, as if he went to the canteen and found that the boss was not there.
Of course, answer him at this time.
There was only the unpleasant Sanskrit sound and the sound of wind slowly passing by my ears...
Think about it.
Qianye calmed down and asked the possessed Xie Aishan, "Xie Aishan, are you still there?"
Just the same as before.
No one answered his question.
This world seems to be dead, nothing exists, everything seems so lonely...
"What the hell is this place?"
"Invitation to another world?"
"Could it be that I accidentally stumbled into an Easter egg in the plot?"
Qianye stopped where he was for a long time.
Finally decided to go ahead and take a look.
He observed that in the blood-red sky, there was still a red planet hanging in the blood-red sky. He did not know whether it was the sun or the moon.
Hidden in the scarlet sky, like a gear slowly turning...
As for Qianye's departure, several hours passed.
But the weird thing is that he didn't feel any fatigue in his legs. Instead, he got a very special feeling after walking around for a long time...
If you have to describe it.
It was like walking out of a pedicure shop just now...
All right.
My legs are not tired anymore.
But walking in this purposeless and empty state can easily cause mental problems.
Qianye is in such a state right now.
He dragged his body that no longer wanted to move forward, cursing secretly in his mind while urging himself to persist.
Otherwise, if you sit still.
I'm afraid I'll starve to death because I have nothing to eat.
Even if he doesn't feel half hungry right now...
One step, another step.
Qianye didn't know how many times he wanted to give up, thinking about walking in another direction.
Try to see if any results will occur.
The good news, of course, is that he persisted.
The bad news is that this persistence seems to be of no use.
The surrounding scene is still the same as at the beginning, except for the different locations of potholes on the dirt road, there is basically no change...
The constant sounds in his ears made him increasingly irritated.
Some even want to make themselves deaf so that the surroundings can be quiet for a while...
There is no concept of time.
Qianye didn't know exactly how much time had passed at this moment.
But one thing that was obvious was that there was a little despair in his heart...
The kind that has no end in sight.
Don't know what I want to do.
The despair of not knowing where I am going now...
The whole world is like a giant cage.
Detain him tightly...
"How... can we get out..."
Qianye lost the emotion he had at the beginning.
He used his tired nerves to keep thinking about what he had to do to get out of this damn place.
Nothing at all......
There is no entertainment equipment, no food to enjoy, and no place to rest.
While walking on one of the roads.
Qianye also tried lying down and sleeping to see if the surrounding situation would change after waking up.
It just turned out to make him even more irritable...
Yes, I can't sleep.
There seemed to be nothing he could do.
It doesn’t matter if you leave, it doesn’t matter if you don’t leave.
Qianye felt that he was now like a hamster on a running wheel, looking in an endless direction and walking on a meaningless path.
"I really, fuck you uncle..."
He suddenly missed the world of horror.
Although that kind of place is very dangerous, and some kind of ghost will jump out and attack your face if you are not careful, but at least there is a purpose in doing things.
Even if the goal is to simply survive.
But that wouldn't make him feel this extremely tormenting mood at this moment...
Stop and go, stop and go.
Without the distinction of clocks and alternating black and white skies.
Qianye had no idea how far he had walked...
Under the blood-red dome, only his lonely figure was moving alone, aimlessly.
Maybe from another novel perspective.
It can also be said that there is not much difference between him and wandering...
As we go further and further.
Qianye's heart is getting closer and closer to collapse.
More than once, he squatted on the ground and slammed his fists on the ground, hoping to vent his annoyance.
But.
Although the rough road could turn his fists into flesh and blood, he felt no pain at all...
Self-destructive venting.
On the contrary, it makes myself even more frustrated...
"I......"
"What would happen if I committed suicide?"
Qianye's tired eyes glanced around, trying to find a place that was more suitable for this idea.
For example, something with sharp points...
But where can I see something?
There is no shit here, not even half a piece of shit.
Even the uneven black mud road is like mud that has been soaked in water, extremely soft...
"Ostrich, ostrich..."
Qianye had no thoughts at this moment.
His only thought was to die.
While mumbling words that no one could understand, he squatted down and dug up the dirt on the ground...
Until a hole was dug out.
Then he buried his head in the hole, half-kneeling, with his butt sticking out, and frantically piled dirt on his head with both hands.
I want to use suffocation to realize my suicidal thoughts.
Harder, keep going...
Qianye's hands kept dancing.
Trying to press the soil around the head tightly to prevent any air from flowing through it...
And done all this.
He began to enjoy the pleasure of being buried alive by himself.
One second, two seconds...
One minute, two minutes...
One hour, two hours...
Qianye just knelt on the ground with his butt raised, and quietly buried his head in the black soil.
A long time passed.
Qianye slowly pulled out his head.
Sitting on the ground, looking up at the blood-red sky...
"So...why can you still breathe easily with your head buried in the soil?"
There was a fucking wry smile on his lips.
I don’t know if I should sing and cry loudly now to release all my grievances...
"I still don't fucking believe it!"
Qianye did not use any tools this time.
Just take the initiative to hold your breath.
He didn't believe that even if this was the case, there would still be no discomfort...
"Although holding your breath will only make you faint, but it won't kill you, it's better to be dizzy than now..."
Qianye thought silently.
But this time.
He did not persist any longer.
Because he found that he guessed correctly...
There is really no discomfort if I actively hold my breath! There is no feeling of chest tightness and head swelling!
"I just want to die!"
He let out a cry that no one could hear.
Then he pointed his right hand towards the sky, thinking about how he would look like the second protagonist in a movie or TV show, and say something like "I can't help but have my destiny..."
All right.
In fact, Qianye has begun to show signs of mental illness, and he knows that he is on the verge of collapse...
"Huh?"
only.
Just at this time.
His eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a certain direction...
His eyes refocused, and then there was a faint sense of excitement.
"Tree?"
Yes, in the direction Qianye was looking, he saw something in the distance that was unusually inconsistent with the surrounding scene - a sapling.
Of course, even though it was just a sapling, the hope in his heart was ignited again, and he climbed up non-stop and rushed towards the sapling.
A smile spread across his face.
He hadn't laughed so heartily for a long time...
When he ran to the sapling, Qianye immediately tore off a thin piece of bark from the sapling, put it in his mouth, chewed and enjoyed it.
Bitter and slightly sweet.
While stimulating his taste buds, it also stimulated his nerves that were about to collapse...
The peculiar smell of the bark.
It made him feel so wonderful for the first time.
At least it’s not as boring as walking…
"Wait, that's not right."
Qianye, who was chewing the saplings, finally noticed something strange in front of him.
He slowly raised his head and saw a wooden house far away from the saplings...
Due to the unevenness of the mud, some places are higher and some are lower.
So from his current perspective, he could only see the corners of the roof of the wooden house...
However, it's enough.
Now, as long as he discovers the smallest thing, he can completely arouse Qianye's interest.
He couldn't bear to refuse the bark.
Sayazi ran towards the wooden house happily!
When he stood in front of the wooden house, he looked like a child who was delighted to see a toy. He rubbed his hands and curiously looked at the dark brown wooden house that was incompatible with the bloody world...
The house is not big.
It was even the size of Chino’s living room in real life.
He ran around the wooden house a few times, and his joy at seeing the wooden house gradually faded away as he ran around the wooden house a few times...
Chino is still Chino after all.
Even though he was on the verge of collapse, he was still not crazy.
After calming down, he clearly understood how unusual this wooden house was in this bloody world.
Slowly regain your senses.
The thoughts of suicide gradually disappeared...
In the future, Qianye might feel funny about his series of stupid suicide actions just now, but now he doesn't want to think about these things.
There was no movement in the cabin.
Qianye raised his steps and approached the door of the wooden house.
He knocked on the door first, and then put his ear against the door to hear if there were any strange sounds coming from inside...
Just after he put his ear close to it.
The door was accidentally pushed open by him...
The door is unlocked.
Qianye regretted his imprudent behavior.
He looked up and saw that the furnishings in the wooden house were very simple.
There's just a bed, a table, and a chair...
besides.
Finally, there are books all over the floor...
Most of the books are open, and the densely packed text inside makes them feel sore and painful just looking at them.
And when Qianye saw the situation inside the wooden house clearly.
His boyish eyes immediately shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but move back two steps...
because.
At this time in the cabin.
In addition to these objects, there was a person sitting on a wooden chair with his back to him, leaning over the table and writing something unknown...
"who is he?"
After Qianye saw this person.
A series of panic, nervousness, and fear emotions appeared in my heart.
They are intertwined together, giving Qianye the idea of running away...
Unfortunately.
He found that he had no control over his legs.
In a very frightened mood, Qianye's legs moved forward abnormally.
He walked into the wooden house and approached the person with his back turned...
bump!
The wooden door behind him seemed to have been slammed hard.
The blood-red light outside the house filtered in through the gaps in the wooden boards of the wall, filling the room with red light...
small book booth
The man sitting on the chair.
After Qianye got closer, he seemed to have discovered nothing and was still immersed in writing his own things.
Qianye just stood behind him.
Cold sweat has begun to break out on my back because of the complicated fear...
There is always a strange intuition telling Qianye.
He is in danger now and needs to leave this place quickly.
Not long.
The man finally stopped writing, leaned back on the chair, and stretched out comfortably...
He turned his head and looked at Qianye without any expression on his face.
What shocked Chino.
This guy actually looks exactly like him...
"Who are you?"
Qianye wanted to ask.
But when the words came to his mouth, he found that he couldn't make any sound.
He could only watch helplessly as this man who looked exactly like him stood up and looked at himself.
From top to bottom.
The man's appraising gaze was not hidden...
Qianye seemed to see some abnormal feeling in his eyes.
"You can go back."
The man spoke.
His expressionless face revealed a meaningless smile at the last moment Qianye lost consciousness.
It seems like satisfaction, but also like sarcasm...
...
Consciousness hit rock bottom.
Qianye fell into darkness again.
When he woke up again, he found himself standing in the middle of the tavern. Under the light, he found many people hiding in the corners of the tavern, looking at him with extremely frightened eyes.
Their lips trembled.
It seems as if something terrible has just happened...
The rusty smell of blood penetrated Qianye's nose.
He looked down.
He saw a headless corpse lying quietly at his feet, with blood soaking the entire floor...
There were many wounds on the body, as if someone had stabbed it many times with a knife.
Qianye felt that her hands were a little sticky...
He glanced sideways.
He saw that his left hand was holding the head of a flesh and blood mold lake.
And the right hand,
Then he was holding a knife that was bleeding...
