479 STOP-2: The Faint Voice of New Purgatory City

-Hideka's subconscious-

04：22 AM

It was a delicate voice.

It appeared, somewhat suddenly.

It's like a meteor in the dark night sky.

On the tranquil surface of the lake, a big fish suddenly jumps out.

A bird that flies and suddenly falls to the ground.

Blooming flowers, suddenly withered.

It could be a harbinger of something big, or it could just be a natural phenomenon.

"It all depends on how you look at it", Xiuxiang knew, she understood, but she always felt that it was like the scene of the black clouds rolling before the storm in the dark night, she wanted to feel it, but those feelings were also fluttering, so she couldn't grasp it.

That voice is not just a voice.

It's as if the rain is coming, and the wind may be coming.

That voice also announced the arrival of an important person.

Xiuxiang doesn't want to know so much, she doesn't like to snoop on something.

"The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings" Xiuxiang recited this poem in her heart, but what she thought in her heart was "Why do I always assume such a role?"

Xiuxiang felt that she was that woman, the woman who was also worthy of the situation of "people in the jade building, the height of the building and the wind on all sides", a woman who could only feel the present, but could not feel the future.

Although she always knew in her heart that something was going to happen, she didn't know what it was, and Xiuka hated this feeling.

"Ah~~~" It was not a sigh, but it was better than a sigh.

Xiuxiang hadn't opened her eyes yet, but she felt that she could see the world clearly, "How can I have this qualification?"

What she was thinking about was how to become ordinary again, to withdraw from her current situation.

She didn't like those assertions that the heavens would descend on the Si people, she didn't want to be that Si people, she didn't want to know so many truths, she just wanted to pursue, to find that person—the one who didn't know where.

"By the way, it's good that I haven't forgotten this, and in order to remember this, I want to thank this voice. Xiuxiang said to the voice in her heart.

Xiuxiang thought that if this voice answered me "you're welcome" now, it would be really scary.

But no, Hideka is grateful for this "no".

"One~~~" Xiuxiang felt that the voice seemed to say the word one, but it was not very clear, not very sure, she thought about it, there was no need to analyze what the voice wanted to say, because this is not an exam question, and she does not need to answer.

However, the word one seems to have become an object that begins to revolve around Xiuxiang, and she goes around Xiuxiang's side, and it seems that one continues.

Hideka didn't make an effort to get rid of that word, because she didn't have enough strength.

Still tired, tired.

In the void of the black void, Hideka felt that the voice was especially clear.

It has no echo, no prelude, no outro, just an abrupt sound that seems to have been longed for.

Its repetition does not make you more tired.

It's repetitive, and it doesn't bore you.

Its repetition seems to open your mind.

Its repetition seems to make you feel calm.

Hideka wanted to know the voice a little, but she wasn't sure if it was useful now.

Isn't it right to walk on the road of life, as long as you blindly pursue your goals?

Isn't it right to do one thing in order to do one, as long as you never forget your original intention and don't take the scenery on the side of the road?

The voice came again, and "one ......" was still one word.

"From where?"

Hideka wasn't sure where that voice was coming from.

"What are you going to do?"

Hideka wasn't sure if the voice was friend or foe.

Maybe the voice just wanted to say a good word, and after saying that, there was no need to do anything more.

Maybe the voice is just repeating this one word, and as for when the next word will be released to the listener, that's not necessarily.

Hideka examined the voice.

The voice, trying to breathe, breathe in and out, was full of power.

That voice, between breaths, has been accumulating strength, regathering strength, like a man collecting the dew of the morning, and it needs to be so, not only to gather a small amount into a lot, but more, to be—because, that power is now weak.

Weak power, appeared in front of Xiuxiang with a weak voice.

Xiuxiang felt that she and the voice were completely face-to-face, she couldn't see it, but she knew that the voice had a carrier, and that carrier was also a young woman.

Xiuxiang doesn't know her relationship with the voice, and she doesn't want to know, because she, like the voice, is also a little tired.

It was a total exertion, not just "very tired, very tired", it was as if all the strength of the body had been drained, leaving only a trace of it, and that trace was only enough to breathe, and nothing else.

Hideka uses her consciousness to search her surroundings, as if the radar is scanning the target.

From the very beginning, she knew that the faint voice existed, as if she had come here to face it.

The delicate voice said, "A lifetime, a generation, a couple ......"

"What?" replied instinctively, "poetry?"

Xiuxiang helped her write the next sentence in her heart, "Fighting for two ecstasies." ”

The voice disappeared again.