733 STOP 2 STOP-2: New Purgatory City: "Hypnosis"

-Hideka's subconscious-

04：22 AM

"Someone is playing the piano in their heads. Xiuxiang rubbed her temples, "Sure, definitely, and definitely, absolutely." ”

The sound of the piano is like someone slamming the door at midnight, and like a gem falling on the neat marble floor, sometimes melodious and crisp, sometimes dull and low, these two extremely discordant styles are mixed together, so that Xiuxiang sometimes Lingtai is as clear as the bottom of the lake, and sometimes muffled and depressed as if lying alone in an empty tomb.

Is this a door?

Is this a door?

Xiuxiang asked herself repeatedly, but she knew that no one would answer for her anymore, so she could only rely on herself. I don't know who said to her before, you can't rely on people, no one, including parents, is unreliable.

But that person, now that she thinks about it, how irresponsible, she didn't tell Xiuxiang who she should rely on.

You always have to rely on something to survive.

This is a truth that Xiuxiang still believes in to this day.

For example, in this world, people have to live by a mask, wear a gentle mask, and even the person they hate the most, they can be calm and friendly, which is not the highest requirement for human survival in this world, but an entry-level essential skill, without this skill, then life becomes a problem.

This world is not hypocritical, it is people who make it hypocritical.

"Doesn't the door seem to be composing some kind of song" Xiuxiang thought for a moment and shook her head, "Am I crazy?"

"The sound of the piano comes from the door", it sounds impossible.

But there is nothing around except the door, so it can't be your own brain playing the piano, right?

So, Xiuxiang came up with such an unreasonable explanation, and she was not moved, and she now seems to understand a little bit why people go crazy, because people encounter things that are unreasonable but think they are real.

Over time, the line between reality and fantasy blurred.

So you have to stick to your original intention, and it still is.

Hideka still felt that her judgment was not wrong at all.

She is such a character, she insists on herself, although you are right, but I still insist on my choice, she thinks that people just need to insist on something, otherwise,

Xiuxiang felt that the door was being manipulated, just like she was now.

It's not that the door is playing, and the door itself doesn't have that function, but because ...... Xiuxiang thought about it and felt that the appearance of the sound was because of deliberateness - someone deliberately played it because, and vaguely cooperated with the door, its appearance appeared with the movement of the door, and the two phases were very tacitly compatible, either the light and shade of the door or in a specific way to match the faint, or the flickering light and darkness were in a certain way to match the notes.

However, it is light and sound that beats.

The color of some doors flickered, and it took a long time to darken, some flickered, some "bright" can still distinguish crescendo, and some secretly still seem to highlight a more obscure and gloomy atmosphere, and those changes make people see it all, and these changes of light make people feel calm.

The same is true of music, the more you listen to it, the more you feel that its sound is getting smaller and weaker, and gradually, almost inaudible, but every note hits the heart of the Dao, making people inaudible and seem to hear it very really.

All of this is perfect for making people sleepy.

Perhaps, this is the only shortcoming. The only drawback, this only drawback, to sum it up, is "laziness".

"Well, I'm a little sleepy. Xiuxiang looked at the light of the door, a little dazed, she was very sleepy, she could fall asleep at any second, but she was still insisting, she counted the numbers in her heart, 1...... 30......79......94......

It is not surprising that this method of hypnosis that you can't sleep on weekdays can be of some use at a critical time.

Time passed as if it hadn't passed.

Time without imprints is like a fragrance without movement.

She stood there.

Motionless.

The elegant skirt is still on the body.

The light yarn fell, and it was also motionless.

Like an oil painting with heavy colors, Xiuxiang feels that her body was painted by someone else.

Xiuxiang smelled the light aroma of grapefruit, like drinking a sip of cool grapefruit tea, the tea tasted sweet, fragrant, sour, but especially thirst-quenching.

It seems to be spraying water all around.

There was no rattling sound, but it was cool.

She felt that there was cool water vapor hanging down her body, and her skin was comfortable and refreshing, and her skin was tender and watery, and even her fingers were tender and could be broken. Xiuxiang felt that she was a too beautiful oil painting, and that painting would not be shown to anyone.

The gauze skirt is bathed in the elegant atmosphere around the body, as if bathed in the gentle morning light, and it seems to change color by the unpredictable light.

Xiuxiang's face also changed color, pink, not miserable.

The light hits the face, softly.

The light also hit the skirt, gentle as the wind.

There were wisps of light flowing on the light yarn, sometimes shining, sometimes dim. If you look closely, not only the light, but also the imprint cast by the light, is also shining slightly, and the shape has changed from nothing, from light to made, from weak to strong, to stronger...... Crescendo, crescendo.