560 STOP 2 STOP-2: The "Meaning of Negation" in New Infernal City?

-Hideka's subconscious-

04：22 AM

Don't be too scary! Her hand, stuck to something.

A lump of white objects.

"About! disgusting, disgusting, really ......" Xiuxiang wanted to vomit, she thought it was a mouthful of phlegm, she was also extremely speechless about her imagination, she was really churning in her stomach to the point that she couldn't do it.

"If you really don't like something, you can come to it. Xiuxiang thought a little self-defeating, but she knew that this was not really herself, "The person who controls my emotions, shouldn't he get out!"

No one answered, Xiuxiang felt much more comfortable, look, you are such a capable person after all, what can you do?

Xiuxiang thought about it and felt a little aggrieved, and after a while, she felt a little sad in her heart, and just wanted to squeeze out half a tear, she found that she still couldn't be sad, she wasn't dead, she wasn't dead, don't be scared and mess around.

Nobody likes to cry, unless it's a thing that hides and thinks about it......

...... There is no unless.

After a while, Xiuxiang calmed down, it's good, Xiuxiang repeated three words, these are magical three words, Xiuxiang felt that she was convinced, and her heart was really happy, it turned out that she didn't die, it was really a good thing, she could comfort herself, and it was not bad.

"The problem is, I'm using myself too much. Xiuxiang found that since she entered here, she used a lot of words that she would not normally use so often, herself. ”

"Is it possible to deny a world because of a single word?"

"Why can't a world be denied because of a word?"

"What happens if you negate a world because of one word?"

Hideka tries to get rid of the occasion of talking about herself, and she finds that her thinking is still confused, which has nothing to do with whether she says many "herself".

The confusion of logic is the state of Xiuxiang, and Xiuxiang decided to admit it and pass.

But the problem is that in addition to talking so much about "herself", compared to these "superficial phenomena", the real situation and the most authentic situation now make her wonder and make people wonder.

Xiuxiang couldn't help but have a thought that she couldn't even believe.

"Am I tied up by something?"

"Am I being tampered with?"

"My brain is being controlled by artificial intelligence?"

"Or I'm not really a person, I'm fake, but I live in a book, or a comic. ”

"Or, I'm crazy?"

......

Ideas like this are endless.

"What's going on?" Hideka wondered.

I don't want to think about it, Xiuxiang simply decided-this is my way of doing things.

Get up, think of a way, you haven't broken your bones yet, so hurry up and act while you can still move on your own. Thinking of this, Xiuxiang immediately took action, of course, even if she had any bad habits of delaying, it was impossible to attack at this time, because this was in the air, and she could fall down at any time, but this air was as safe as flat ground, and Xiuxiang also began to wonder, is this in the air?

Xiuxiang looked at her right hand, and then at her left hand, and after a lot of effort, she found that her body was extraordinarily stretched, which could be described as too profligate, and her hands and feet were typed into a big word, hanging in the air, and the most incredible thing was that this matter was discovered at the end.

"What the hell happened? What happened at the moment of my fugue?" Hideka admired that she could still enjoy the memories so calmly and so relaxed when she was thrown into the air.

She saw the hair on her forehead that had been blown up, and there were white threads on top of it.

"Silk thread?"

"White silk thread?"

A wave of fear struck, like crazy moss gradually crawling from the ground to the window, and the goosebumps on people's bodies rose layer after layer.

"Could it be that this is?" Xiuxiang had a bad premonition in her heart, she felt that she couldn't seem to blame others for this situation, but only herself, because she must have watched too many novels and TV series, and thought of everything, because isn't this her subconscious world?

No, where are you?

Xiuxiang realized that everything was wrong.

There seems to be a transparent air in front of me, no, it's white silk threads!

Surrounded by silk threads.

Outrageous?!

Thinking of my hair being tangled in a clump of silk threads, I felt that this hair was probably going to be reimbursed, how to sort out my hair from a clump of sticky, all adhered hair and silk threads?

It's so annoying, it's so annoying to think about. Xiuxiang not only felt cold, but also wanted to vomit, and was very aggrieved, but forgot to be coquettish. She felt that what she hated the most was such the thinnest thread, and because she hated it, she forgot to complain.

The weaker it is, the stronger it is. The weaker it is, the more powerful it is. The extremes of things must be reversed.

Silk threads, although they are extremely weak, hurt invisibly, as thin as cicada wings, cut through the skin and cut a thin scar.

It's horrible.

If your hair is really sticky, the consequences are unimaginable.

It's strange that Xiuxiang cares more about hair than bleeding.

The pursuit of beauty is really lifelong, and it is important not to give up the pursuit of beauty even after the end of life.

Ugly alive, not Xiuxiang's style.