As soon as his thoughts reached this point, a hazy feeling hit his brain, wrapping his thoughts like a piece of gauze and restricting them to such a small place.
Even if he wanted to continue thinking, his consciousness had been trapped, and as his brain became drowsy, he fell asleep.
I haven't yet made a clear distinction between pocket watch and time, weirdness and strange stories.
Xie Chen seemed to hear someone calling him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes.
There were many dazed hands around him, as if they wanted to grab him. There was a bright light in front of him, which seemed to be connected to a passage, but he could not walk on this passage.
All the hands in a trance are grabbing the corners of his clothes, pulling himself back little by little, as if he will never stop until he pulls himself down.
Xie Chen gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, but he couldn't muster any strength.
There were two voices hitting him next to him, which seemed to be very similar to Roald's voice that just appeared.
But that was an old man from Misty Island, and he couldn't get along with this thing. Unless his identity was temporarily replaced by a ghost talk, he wouldn't be able to tell who was speaking in his ear.
"Do you know who you are?"
"Do you know why you're here?"
"You know why you?"
"Do you know where you're going?"
"You know how to leave?"
"you do not know……"
"You never know..."
This sound was like a soul-stirring song, limiting the activity of my brain bit by bit, and I couldn't even calm down temporarily to judge who I was.
Xie Chen roared hard, trying to cover up the sound with his own voice, so that he could get some breathing time.
But to no avail.
He seemed to have fallen into the sea, and the sea water was dragging his body up and down. As the waves rolled up and down, his body also followed one after another.
Cold, wet, dark.
In this environment, there are still many messy sounds, lingering in the ears little by little.
Xie Chen went from pain at the beginning, to numbness later, and then gradually relaxed at the end.
It seemed like all these sounds were blocked to the back of my head.
I can't hear it, but I have been floating in such a painful environment for who knows how long. In the confusion, even my consciousness began to dissipate.
"Look what kind of diary are you writing?!"
"You shameless thing! Are you worthy of us like this?"
"Why did I raise such a thing like you?"
A woman's voice was very clear, even to the point of being sharp, as if it was forced into her ears.
In a daze, I seemed to have heard it many times, and my consciousness was slowly recovering.
I don't know who is saying these words to me, but I can tell that the woman who is speaking is very angry, and the target of the abuse should be a child or something.
But where is this?
Haven't I been imprisoned by the weirdness itself in the world of Kaitan?
Is it possible that after being stripped of the Misty Island, we can return to the real world?
But if this were the real world, it wouldn’t be right...
I should be at my aunt's house now, and the tone of my aunt's words is not like this.
Xie Chen struggled to open his eyes, only to find that the flesh and blood on his body had recovered, no longer the appearance of only bones.
I don't know where the children on the island are taking me when they tie me up.
The only thing that can be judged is that those few children should be the only remaining population in the village, and they are also the only villagers who survived under "Him".
But he was no longer on the island. As he looked around, he realized that he was in a dark and cramped room. The chandelier above his head was swaying in the wind and looked a bit shabby.
The sharp voice of the woman he just heard echoed back and forth in this small room, and different messages were transmitted to his ears.
"Dad, look at how you usually don't care about him, right?"
"Isn't he probably learning all the nasty things he wrote from you?"
"Do you still want to bring the same behavior you did outside to your home?"
As soon as the woman's voice stopped, a rough male voice immediately followed her.
"Me? I work hard outside every day to make money to support you. You guy, you still make irresponsible remarks to me at home all day long. I'm afraid you have something wrong with your brain!"
Swearing, screaming, and the sound of breaking glass, mixed with many other indescribable sounds, poured into his ears, diverging and converging in his ears.
Xie Chen stared blankly at the mess in front of him. In the midst of the fight, a diary-like book was thrown away. After drawing a circle on the ground, it was quietly spread out in front of him.
Monday, September 12 Sunny
The weather is very good today. I saw Xiaohong on the way to school. I wanted to say hello to her, but I was interrupted by several other people. They didn't let me talk to her.
Tuesday, September 13 Sunny
The weather is very good today. The questions in junior high school are really difficult. I was scolded by the teacher again. It's very uncomfortable. But I saw Xiaohong today. She smiled very happily. Is there anything happy? I'm fine too. happy.
September 15th, cloudy Thursday with heavy rain
It suddenly started raining heavily today. It started during the rehearsal of the sports meeting. Many students got wet. Fortunately, because you must wear school uniforms for the rehearsal of the sports meeting, everyone has clothes that can be changed. The teacher organized male and female students to separate While changing clothes, I saw Xiaohong's wet look, which was so pretty.
Saturday, September 17 Sunny
Today is Saturday, the weather is really nice, but I don’t really want to go out and play. I haven’t finished my homework yet. Dagang and Adu are often around here. They always bully me, so I decided not to go out today. .
Sunday, September 18th with light rain
It was raining today, and my father always came back drunk at noon and scolded me like a pig. He only wanted to stay at home and told me to get out, saying that he would be annoyed when he saw me. I sat in the corridor all afternoon. I looked at the raindrops. Could they have been wowed too? You don't need to be so forceful.
Cloudy Monday, September 19th
I feel so uncomfortable. I seem to have had a lot of dreams today. When I woke up, I felt sore all over. I must have caught a cold. But seeing Xiaohong’s lively look, I felt a lot less uncomfortable. I have to work hard today. I can’t let the teacher scold me anymore. .
Cloudy on Wednesday, September 21st
The weather was very bad today. I saw Dagang. They were chatting happily with Xiaohong. Xiaohong seemed to have never smiled so beautifully. I felt so uncomfortable... To be honest, I really feel sorry for you.
, do you know that your parents hate you very much, and the girl you like is also very close to those gangsters. Do you need me to help you?
Friday, September 23rd sunny
I finally don’t feel so painful today. Maybe it’s because my dad didn’t come home yesterday and I had a good sleep. Xiaohong also talked to me today. I asked him a lot of things. I’m very happy, comfortable and happy. La la la~
Cloudy Friday, September 23rd
Dad still didn't come home, and mother was crying alone in the living room.
Sunny on Saturday, September 24th
Dad came back today, and Mom fought with him as usual, saying that he had a very obvious "smell" on his body. I thought I had to run outside to avoid them.
Sunday, September 25 Cloud
Yesterday I saw Adu and Xiaohong walking into an alley. They seemed to be kissing. Adu's hands were rubbing Xiaohong's body, and they were pulling down their pants... Why? why? Why? Why am I still a little excited? I really want to be like Adu, I really want to, I want to release myself, Xiaohong is really beautiful.
Monday, September 26 Sunny
Xiaohong told me, don’t let me peek at her with disgusting eyes anymore. She was so disgusting that she wanted to vomit. Do I have it? Why?
Wednesday, September 28 Cloudy
The girls in the class all started avoiding me for some reason, screaming when they saw me, and occasionally I saw them whispering to me, have I done something wrong? Why? Why?
Thursday, September 29 Sunny
They said that I have been secretly looking at Xiaohong's photos, I didn't I didn't I didn't I didn't even though I really wanted to be with Xiaohong... Why?
Cloudy Friday, September 30
It’s almost the National Day and it will be fine after the holiday. Everyone will forget about it, right?
very good!
I looked at this diary in a daze. I was still in a state of confusion. I threw this diary in front of me so directly. The contents looked very... incomprehensible.
Even in these fragmentary diary fragments, I can experience some dirty thoughts.
But soon, under this "third person" concept, my consciousness gradually became blurred, and I even forgot my own name.
Looking at the two people who had been arguing in front of me, they gradually became familiar from strangers, but this sense of familiarity soon became zero.
Xie Chen gritted his teeth and looked at the messy house. Feeling the cold atmosphere in the house, he felt a little nauseous.
Xie Chen wanted to stand up, but found that his thighs were full of marks from the canes. The severe pain made it impossible for his legs to stand up quickly.
In front of her were her parents, still throwing things and venting their anger. Her mother quickly walked to the rickety chair next to her and sat down, her face full of anger.
Xie Chen pulled back the diary on the ground with his hand, quickly held it in his arms and closed it. Finally, he traced the path on the ground that was free of glass fragments, and slowly moved towards a room that didn't even have a door handle.
My father was still cursing, but with sweat on my face, I just wanted to go back to the room and didn't pay attention to what he was saying.
After dragging himself back to the room tomorrow, Xie Chen closed the door with his hands, then leaned against the door, bent his feet to his chest, clasped his hands on them and buried his head in tears.
But he found that he couldn't shed any tears at all. The two dried tear stains on his face and his sore eyes were all telling him that he couldn't squeeze out even a single tear no matter how hard he squeezed.
Xie Chen slowly put the diary in his hand next to him, struggled to stand up, and returned to the wooden bed with only a quilt and no mattress.
But it involved the wound on his thigh, and the burning pain made his feet tremble.
Just as Xie Chen wanted the player to lean against the wall, he discovered that there were many shoe prints on his forearm.
He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain without making a sound.
On the half-broken mirror stuck to the wall, one could see his own red eyes.
Xie Chen moved his body gently and slowly came to the cabinet. Fortunately, there was a chair in front of him, which was enough for him to sit down and rest.
The shouting outside the door seemed to have stopped, but it still couldn't restore the cold atmosphere in the house.
He could only curl up his bruised body slightly so that he could feel a little bit of warmth.
But these are just self-consolation.
I don't know how long it took, but sleepiness was like ants crawling everywhere on my body, and I climbed onto the creaking wooden bed under the load.
Just after falling down, he had completely lost consciousness. It seemed that he was able to escape the coldness of the room a little after falling into sleep.
At first, the burning wounds on his body made him very painful, and even the flesh all over his body was trembling.
But eventually he fell asleep.
"You are such a waste. There is no use in living anyway. You might as well..."
"You should think about it, why does everyone dislike you so much? You should know."
It seemed like there were many different voices speaking in my ears.
A clear female voice sounded out, and he suddenly woke up.
"Go away, I really don't want to see you again."
"It's so disgusting."
Xie Chen panted slightly, looking at the old but still neat wall in front of him, his mind was in a trance.
A splash of water fell on my hand unknowingly. When I looked down, I realized that it was me who was crying.
Feeling the pain of tears eroding the wound on the back of my hand, I reached out to touch the tears that had been sliding down my cheeks, feeling a little heartbroken.
“…”
With his mouth slightly opened and his throat vibrating, he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.
My mouth is extremely dry, as if it's about to smoke.
After moistening his throat, he swallowed hard, and then he was able to make a little sound.
"No………"
"Why?"
