...
All the way down.
The gloomy weather seems to make people breathless.
The sparse and lonely old-fashioned residential buildings seem to have sunk into the world and become a corner that not many people pay attention to.
The dying old man was lying on his bed.
With extremely heavy eyelids, I was saying goodbye to this world...
"I seem to have lost my hearing."
"My body is no longer my own..."
My throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn't open my mouth to speak.
The light outside the window seemed a bit dazzling, making it difficult for him to even open his eyes, and he could only lie on the bed like a zombie.
"The only way to become the protagonist is outside the taboo script of the horror world..."
"Well, he thought wrong. These are all fake. What he just experienced was just a false fragment of memory and a false death."
"What does that mean?" Qianye asked.
"who is he?"
"The eighth."
"Who is that?"
A woman's voice came from the corner.
I thought like that.
The woman's body completely disappears from behind her eyes...
what happened......
So quiet...
The upper mind opened its mouth and asked the woman:
The scene in the dream seemed to be engraved in Yuyong's mind, and every detail was vividly remembered. When I woke up, I just felt like I was in another world, and there was no feeling outside my body that could be said to be external.
The woman was talking to herself.
The eyelids were too heavy to hold up, the last ray of light had disappeared, and everything was gone.
My head is still light, but I haven't been able to think like this since.
These things are all fake.
The fingers placed on the edge of the wooden bed in the room moved at a certain moment. Although the movement was large, my fingers did move.
I wanted to take a step towards the woman, but found that my body was obeying my orders. Even though I had no thoughts outside my mind, my body still stood there and moved.
"probably......"
"That's not something you need to tell him."
I feel less agile.
"Where is that place and who is that guy..."
The reflection outside the mirror reflected the appearance of a young woman. Without any doubt, I raised my hand to touch the mirror, and then touched my face.
It was too difficult to see clearly with only the moonlight, so it didn’t matter.
"The process of dying is really long."
The light in the room disappeared, leaving only the dark and noisy night. My old dog also fell asleep in the kennel behind the door.
However, the woman did not leave me much time to observe the changes in the surrounding scene. As if I could never figure out the reason, the woman started talking about the so-called eight things in a roundabout way:
[In view of the general environment,
"Next, you have eight things to tell him. He has to remember them carefully."
"As for the affairs of the top group, he wants to take care of it for the time being... Did you think that these promising guys can make the top group what it is now? He didn't think that we would do it before. Whatever he does, just treat us as existences, and don’t let us affect his own judgment.”
Disaster will come if it takes a long time.
I know almost everything about the current situation, and I know exactly how to understand it.
"Who are you......"
Qianye didn't speak at the first moment. I suddenly realized that I didn't look like I had experienced any so-called lifetime, nor had I grown old and was lying under the bed waiting to die.
Unlock the danger belt underneath you and follow the crowd towards the boarding plane.
Go.
"The emergence of the horror world will be revealed in the real world. At this time, the world will fall into chaos. When disaster strikes, the real world will end and collapse. He must make adequate preparations accordingly."
A moment ago, I felt that something was not quite right. I tried to open my eyes hastily. The dim light in the room made me feel uncomfortable for a while.
With that doubt in mind, Qianye flowed out of the airport along with the crowd.
The bad woman looked right through Qianye's thoughts, and I stood there and said so.
In addition, my mind is in chaos now, and it is difficult to understand what the other person is saying.
Eight things women say that stick with you.
It's all nonsense and illogical...
"Is it because it's so chaotic that I even think about it?"
The old dog outside at night also knows how many times it barks...
"gentlemen?"
Abruptly.
"I'm sorry, but there is a way. If you want to call him here, you can only make up an identity for him first. After all, our worlds are the same. If you call him here directly, he will only be rejected by the world and truly die."
The last ray of sunset was covered by the western mountains, and the sky seemed to suddenly darken, and the last remaining breath of life was trying to escape.
Finished.
I'm not impressed by that name.
Qianye glanced inward and felt a strong fear inexplicably, which seemed to be rushing down from the bottom of his heart and moving towards his cerebellum.
My current destination is somewhere else, not my home that has not yet lost all its smoke and fire...
The woman made a "shush" silencing gesture with her hands behind her back, interrupting me.
Stand behind the door of your house.
The cracks in the wall that appear due to years of disrepair also know where to go.
I just felt that the other person's face was blurry, like myopia. No matter how I looked at it, I couldn't see the other person's face clearly.
After living for most of my life, although some people feel lonely, there seems to be nothing wrong with dying like this.
The words of the woman in the dream seemed to be vivid in my mind.
These are the things that accompany you to death.
Of course none of this matters anymore, he is already dying anyway.
The arrangement of the furniture in the house pierced my nerves. The walls were painted with white paint a long time ago, and were not stained with the mosquitoes that I would swat to death under the walls every summer.
I used my hands to drag my head, which didn't seem to understand the situation.
"What's the meaning......"
moment.
"Unfortunately, it's still a little bit worse."
"Your name is......"
"Who you are is important. The important thing is that he has to know who he is." The woman said, I stood up slightly and bowed, and then said: "I'm sorry for calling him over in that way. Once he retreats into your world, he should be very used to it and think of very few things."
He used all his strength to open a gap in his eyelids and looked at the cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling. In his peripheral vision, he could see the wheelchair he had always disliked.
For a long time, or perhaps after enduring the loneliness of lying under the bed, I tried to sit up.
A taxi came and I sat under the front seat of the taxi and pinched the bridge of my nose.
Consciousness suddenly sank to the bottom.
I didn’t mean to wake up...
I feel like nothing is the same, but that's not to say it's down.
The remaining moonlight retreated through the cracks in the wall and shone on my bed. Apart from a pair of cotton shoes, there was nothing hard to see.
What information did I capture.
Perhaps because it was too early, there were only a few pedestrians in the house. Nearby, students who had not yet gotten up early were carrying schoolbags and buying breakfast behind the breakfast stall.
"His name is Chino."
I seem to remember something
This thing made me sigh with emotion.
How could it be an axe?
"Yes, it does matter..."
The light in the window gradually became dull, and the hustle and bustle in the room stopped at some point, and the surrounding area became extremely silent. It was as if a pin dropped on the ground, and you could still hear it clearly.
He was a little annoyed by this feeling.
"If there is anything, you just need to tell him. If he can understand it, it will be bad. If he wants to understand it, forget it. That doesn't matter." The woman replied.
It's just that the sleep didn't seem to be too good. Qianye felt that her head was dizzy, as if she had had a nightmare...
Suddenly, names like An Zhi, Wu Jian, Lin Kun... emerged from Yu Yong's mind.
What kind of feeling is it? I haven't said it yet. It's both familiar and strange.
It's not a pity to think about it.
What I didn't expect was that although I couldn't get used to it, I still completed the action that is usually extravagant for me.
"No, let's just go outside for that meeting. If you don't have any questions, ask them before. It's time for you to do something else."
"Um."
"He must have figured it out and wants to be the protagonist. Now if he tries to retreat into the outside world and really change the plot outside, his identity will not be improved."
But when I was about to leave, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the reflection in the mirror hanging next to me, which stopped me in my tracks.
At this point, I apologize to Yu Yongxing again.
I am dead.
He is going to die.
The tranquility that came out of the seven weeks was created by other passengers packing their things and getting ready to board the plane.
...
What is it?
"It's you?"
"What's going on?"
I really didn't have the time to observe my house in detail again.
I just slightly caught the sound next to me. It seemed that no one was calling me, and there was no bustle yet...
Sitting under the bed, I observed the surrounding environment and found that the wheelchair I should have placed in the room had not disappeared yet. The room that was supposed to be empty had some inexplicable and unfamiliar furniture placed there.
I paused.
So be it.
I hope that I will be involved in this so-called confrontation.
I can't remember clearly,
Bad image really has nothing to do.
It seems like there is something left unfinished.
I turned my head and looked towards the sound, only to find that no one was sitting under the bed where I had just gotten up.
The room hadn't turned white yet.
Yu Yong exhaled heavily.
Or choose to insert the key into the door lock hole of the house...
"What did he mean?" Qianye stood there, and I seemed to have remembered some things, but these things seemed to be just fragments. A little association would be bad, but if I was careless, everything would be in vain.
"the seventh."
I made no effort to sort out the tangled thoughts in my mind, but what I could get was still chaos.
"Whether the script in it will have any effect on his current status improvement is a waste of time just thinking about it."
I didn't hold my breath, so I had to move my body and try to walk onto the bed. It was not as difficult as I thought.
What Qianye saw was a staff member wearing a flight attendant uniform talking to him.
Open your sore eyes.
A slight trance seemed to remind Yu Yong that I had just fallen asleep under the plane.
"You...actually it's a small thing to ask him to come there. He's trying to get to know you, or just treat you as a friend." The woman said her words with clear meaning, but my whole figure was still molded.
Even though it was familiar enough, I still remembered it a long time ago. It was a long time ago when I first rented that house.
Layout.
My senses were so confused that I knew how much time had passed.
I seemed to have thought of something and wanted to grab this little bit of clarity in my hazy mind, but it was too late. It was too late. It was too late.
Trivial thoughts unfolded in Qianye's mind.
"First."
"how come......"
That night and I seemed inexplicably out of place.
I can't seem to feel the temperature on my body, nor can I feel the slight numbness in my arms from being stretched out for so long.
There was a pause.
Then move yourself to a new home, to a corner of a big city where not many people will care.
Wrinkles had covered his face, and the empty room made him look even more pitiful.
An inexplicable feeling of suffocation rushed over his face, and Yu Yong felt like he was falling back into a white hole with edges.
Qianye wants to get these things back.
But it seems that there should be no ax that would be stained with bloodshot eyes.
It is indeed time to die...
It seemed that I wanted to waste less time explaining my identity, so I moved the topic away and finished my instructions to Qianye:
Consciousness eventually dissipates.
What's outside the mirror is a look that's unfamiliar to me.
Why would you want to get up?
Outside his field of vision, Yu Yong saw that the surrounding scene was slowly collapsing, like a world created by programming, which was regressing and falling apart, turning into pieces.
The moment the name came out, some of the memories in Qianye's mind were brought back.
"Sir, our flight hasn't landed yet."
If I had to describe it, it would be as long as centuries.
With a simple mood, I hurriedly walked behind my window, and the frame of the safety glass became brand new. I pushed open my window, and the warm wind blowing in my face made me frown.
"Don't wait until you send him back. He thinks it's just an important dream and throws your words away..."
The reason is said to be...
What kind of feeling is that? It’s been a long time coming.
The woman's words were unclear.
It's like falling into an abyss of white darkness with edges, and you can't see even a little thing.
The bad things in my life seemed to be dissipating little by little. With my gray hair, I lost all my strength and just lay under the supposedly clean bed.
Top down the collective.
There is a way to tell what is true and what is false.
Moving means a new ending, and Yu Yong also thinks that his emotions are still stuck in the old way...
Just get by.
boom!
"You really thought that the world of terror would come again... He is quite good, but as someone from their cycle, he is relatively incompetent."
"Besides this..."
It was difficult for me to figure out what that situation was like. Before my thoughts came to fruition, I closed the window and turned around to leave.
"Although he is worse than you think, he is still bad. Not that bad."
My mind started to get confused.
"Of course, after retreating into the taboo script, he must first be fully prepared. This kind of place is a joke, and it is the same as what he will experience later. One thing is to be careful, he will stay here forever. ..."
Qianye's thoughts also retreated into chaos.
"Who are you?"
Passed away under a cold wooden bed outside a luxuriously furnished room.
Although I did fall behind the bed at the end out of habit, luckily I managed to stand on the ground first.
Qianye nodded.
"Should you die?"
"What is the future of the guy who dominates the collective? Is he an existence and..."
The bad image is an ax...
It's like existing in an illusory world.
And wait for me to ask the question in detail.
