Suddenly I could feel myself. I felt like I was dreaming. I was like a floating corpse in my dream, floating from the deep seabed to the water. When I had this idea, I lifted my eyes and saw the light refracted from the water. These light waves rippling in the sea, like twists and turns of silk thread, when shaking with the waves, it seems to have life. That is beautiful, bright, and people yearn. I suddenly realized that I was not in the water. All this was just an illusion, a dream, otherwise why didn't I feel suffocated?

The water was so calm that I gradually heard my heart beating. Then there was a loud noise, and I thought it was my blood flowing. I think I should think about why I was here, having such a dream, and what happened to me earlier? Despite this idea, there is a strange sensibility that makes me indulge in such calm water.

Here, safety and harmony are like a temperature, massaging my whole body, as if there is a huge hand gently holding me up, closing it in the palm, but not making people afraid that this huge palm will suddenly close tightly, will I was half dead like a bug.

I was silent, floating in the sensual, warm, and bright water. In contrast, what happened before sober was so dark, dangerous, and scary.

There was a voice whispering in my ear, I could not hear clearly, but I knew it was telling me to rest. I really wanted to do what it said, but just as I was going to do it, there was a stubborn emotion that stopped me.

Regardless of whether to rest or not to rest, there is no right or wrong in my consciousness, but only a choice. Maybe I stopped, took a breath, and left the waters less anxiously, leaving this illusion and dream, there is nothing to do with it. However, there is such a breath that makes me soothing. Nor can it be completely released.

Sighing in my heart, the more I stayed here, the more stagnation it became. I began to feel bored, and even the calm and peaceful atmosphere here is no longer as attractive as before.

I suddenly felt my body. The body is stiff. I stayed in the water as if there was a membrane that wrapped me and isolated me from the body that I could feel. I feel like a pale and lonely soul, just floating in the water. Can't do anything.

So, I want to float.

When I had such a strong emotion, I began to rise.

There is no resistance, just, the more you float, the farther the peaceful atmosphere goes away from me, and the more you float, the colder I feel, and the darker the light refracted by the water. This is a bit unreasonable, but I am not surprised. Start here. The closer it is to the water, the deeper and darker the water is, there is a kind of horror that breeds in the water where there is nothing. Even the light that is refracted and swaying with the waves becomes a demon dance, making people Wish to dive into the water again.

I suddenly felt that this should not be the case in the water, and I suddenly had an impression of the water. As if it should go deeper into the water, the more horrifying things are hidden.

I'm obviously on the rise, but this more intense darkness, weirdness and horror makes people feel like they are sinking.

Then. Am I floating or sinking? Are you struggling to leave, or are you struggling to sink?

I couldn't figure it out more, but the breath that held on my chest made me even thinking and doubting. I never gave up, even if I plunged into the abominable and terrible environment. I began to feel that a sense of mission was breeding, and I felt that I suddenly understood why I could n’t indulge in the water like that, no matter how the water surface changed, whether it was the real water surface or the hanging abyss, whether I was floating or When sinking, you have to exercise and swim towards where you think you are going up.

Because, I can still struggle, have not given up, and what I want to do. No, the bigger reason is that I can still feel myself and I have not died.

The darkness came instantaneously, and the water became icy, as if to freeze my thinking, and in this icy cold, I felt the firmness of my body more clearly. At this time, I was like a floating soul, but was pierced by a silk thread, picked up, and connected to the stiff body.

How terrifying this cold and dark world is, how stiff the body, and the painful soul that was pierced at this time, how much people want to turn their heads and dive into the warm water before.

However, a huge, hard will motivated me to pull the thread that pierced the soul and connected the body, and climbed up a little bit in that terrifying terror and pain. The water is losing its buoyancy, but I have drawn strength in pain. The more I climb up, the more painful, the stronger this strength becomes.

I can't breathe, I feel like I am dying. I was like falling to hell, surrounded by countless invisible ghosts, tormenting me with all kinds of torture tools, but when I held my breath, with this pain, pulling my soul and body, All the things blocking me have become as fragile as glass.

I smash them, smash them, growl in silence, shouting my name-Gao Chuan!

One of my hands stretched out of the water, and I felt like the hand of my own soul, pierced into the arm of the body sac. My other hand was also put in, and I put my soul into my body as if I were wearing clothes. The thread that pierced the soul and held between the soul and the body, the invisible but painfully felt thread, sewed the soul and body together at a rapid speed.

Stitch it tightly.

I shouted.

I heard my own voice.

It was no longer a silent roar, but a weak but firm cry.

My vocal cords are shaking, my fingers are shaking, my body is twitching, my heart is jumping, my blood is running. I felt weak and cold, but both weak and cold receded like a tide when I tried to get up.

I suddenly opened my eyes, and the dazzling light spread all over the room. The shadowless light above the head, the smell of sterilized water diffused around, the white sterile film stretched in circles, the sound of mechanical dripping sounded, and countless wave patterns jumped on the screen. What I saw, smelled, and heard all outlined a clear understanding in my mind-I was in a room like an operating room.

in fact. For me, this is not a new scene. Because, I am a patient.

Yes, many times. Only such a scene can make me realize the fact that I am a patient with the clearest and strongest feeling.

Such a scene made me see Dr. Ruan Li in my mind for the first time.

"Mom?" I was puzzled. I instantly remembered what happened when I last had consciousness.

Alienated Youjiang carried out a conscious walk on me. It was an unstoppable and the most impressive thing that made me feel the most suitable for the attack on the concept of "conscious walk". In the world of consciousness, quark turned into a cloud of black smoke and swept away me. Then came the deep, harsh, painful dream in water.

Dreams naturally have a reason. dream. In my cognition, it is an unordered combination of the known information of the individual. Its own content may be nonsense, but the confidence of the combination of it is real.

Of course, I wouldn't have such a dream for no reason. In my body, something must have happened, and then the information was put together in disorder, and it became a terrible nightmare.

However, I can't understand what happened before my coma from the memories in my dream. even. I cannot understand what kind of situation I am facing and what I am facing.

I have a strong desire for Dr. Ruan Li. because. We have been separated for some time, and the previous battle against the Moon God has almost destroyed the entire peninsula. The anomalies that are happening on the peninsula make me worry about the situation of Dr. Ruan Li, and make me worry about what happened outside the peninsula. And Dr. Ruan Li seems to be the only one who can tell me these things.

Only Dr. Ruan Li. It was the person I remembered the first time when I realized that I was in an operating room-like room.

I moved my body a bit. I have sat up from the operating table and ignored the needle sticking to my body. After subconsciously calling Dr. Ruan Li, I silently combed the situation in front of me.

My body is, although it looks like a serious illness, there are traces left after the operation, but there is no slight wound except for the blood vessel being pierced into the needle. I also can't feel the weakness just recovered from the serious illness. Before, I had a strong sense of weakness, but probably the physical strength of the fourth-level Mageweave messenger played a role. After a few breaths, I felt that I was in good condition. In the battle against Alienated Youjiang, I surpassed my own fighting style, leaving me with heavy injuries both inside and outside, but I now feel that as long as I pull out the needle, I can once again engage in that kind of high-intensity battle. in.

Before I was going to pull the needle from my body, someone walked in and opened the white sterile curtain. It was Dr. Ruan Li who was wearing a white coat and a trace of weariness on his face. Her expression was still as calm as ever, but her eyelids were swollen and she had a grayish-black color. Obviously, she had been busy for a long time, devoting tremendous energy without getting a proper rest. Even so, I can still be sure that her emotions are very stable. It seems to her that everything that makes her work so hard is not a fatal urgency, but merely a mechanical task.

The compact, yet unhurried stability emanating from her made my heart beat gradually back to steady.

We looked at each other silently and remained silent for a few seconds before Dr. Ruan Li said to me: "It seems that your recovery is better than I expected."

"Mom, this is ..." I can't describe my thoughts, because there are too many problems. These problems are linked one by one, as if they are so important, so it seems extraordinarily complicated and unreasonable. Where should Qing begin? For example: is it here on the peninsula, and if it is on the peninsula, how did this operating room or laboratory survive the violent battle that almost razed the peninsula to the ground. There are also war situations on the peninsula and the situation outside the peninsula.

It ’s dangerous on the peninsula. There is Luna in the front, Youjiang is alienated in the back, and the battle is fierce. My retreat also means that the "five minutes" that the rivet expects may become a bubble. By the way, the one that plays a key role will definitely not be me. Although I have a guilt for not being able to fulfill the promise, I have no regrets because I have done my best. Before I entered the battle, I assumed that the mysterious organizations of various parties still have many preparations. My participation is just a insurance, and my withdrawal may not be fatal in the eyes of rivets and others.

However, outside the peninsula, it is not safe and sound. The four billion black waters in the coconut palms of the Four Heavens and the unclear and false information revealed by Father Edward have made me assume that the outside world has to be pessimistic. I'm very worried about staying in Misaki and Bajing. There are too many people I can't save. The problem with Marceau has already come to fruition, but Misato and Bajing are only two ordinary girls in this repeater. How can they protect themselves in the end of the world? Although I said that before entering the peninsula, I reached some agreements with John Bull to ensure that Misaki and Eight Scenes can be helped, but what can ordinary mysterious experts do in front of monsters such as Si Tianyuan ’s Gacon Where is it?

I look forward to Dr. Ruan Li's answer ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ However, I have to accept the fact that Dr. Ruan Li is not a panacea, whether it is me or her, they are still in the peninsula, there is no channel Understand the situation outside.

"You don't remember anything?" Dr. Ruan Li looked at me and said.

I shook my head.

"A while ago, you left me suddenly and ran out of your own way. When you came back, you were injured." Dr. Ruan Li said calmly: "However, this is not the point. The point is, I gave you the injection The special effect medicine will make your illness have a new repetition. "

I pressed the temple hard, and it was difficult to connect what she said now to what I wanted to know. However, talking about the condition made me realize again that I am a patient, both in my own eyes and in the eyes of Dr. Ruan Li. For Dr. Ruan Li, what she said is actually very organized. My difficulty is to understand, only because of my cognition and logic, a large piece is missing, and that large piece is Ruan Li. The basis for the doctor to say these things. (To be continued.)

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