Liu Wang opened his eyes again and saw a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

There was no wind in the house, but the chandelier seemed to be dangling, which was a little weird.

He sat up and leaned back against the bed.

How did you end up here?

He struggled to remember what had happened. He felt as if he was having a nightmare in which a group of people were chasing him and treating him like crazy. Later, he may have escaped or been captured by them.

Who are they?

Liu Wang looked at the time, it was eight o'clock in the evening, it was time to order a takeout.

He hasn't seen his grandmother's "shadow" at home recently, maybe she has gone back to her hometown.

After two months of recuperation, Liu Wang was able to walk outside on his own, but with the help of crutches.

The doctor said that if you exercise more every day, you can get better faster.

But why should it get better faster? Even if it's good, you have to wait until the next semester to re-enroll, and you have to stay one level.

When the time comes, you will be placed in a new class and meet a new group of people. Originally, those who worked together and cultivated immortals together have all been promoted to the third year of high school, and only they are forced to study for an extra year.

Liu Wang recently saw a news story in which a delivery man from Meituan Takeaway was stealing food from customers in an elevator. He was so scared that he had to order Hungry.

He got out of bed and wanted to pour a glass of water, but the hand holding the kettle kept shaking and had a convulsion.

He pressed his right hand with his left hand, but both hands trembled together. Exaggerationally, it's a bit like Uncle Bird's "Gangnam Style".

The nightmare was conjuring up in his mind. He was running alone on a deserted path, and it was as if someone was pressing him on all sides, and he didn't know where to run.

But he could only run, he couldn't stop, so helpless.

"Ahh

But he couldn't control his thoughts, and there seemed to be a voice in the air, constantly reminding him of what he had done.

He clenched his fists and kept banging his head to stop the sound.

But it was like a parasite in his brain, and it couldn't be peeled off.

"What am I doing here?"

Liu Wang suddenly came back to his senses and found that he was lying on the table, the water glass was knocked aside, and the water was spilled on the table and the floor.

The sound of ticking water droplets, like the passage of time, minute by minute, without a trace.

Liu Wang turned off the light, sat on the edge of the table in the dark, and looked out the window.

The moonlight shone like water, shining through the window, quietly on his haggard cheeks.

Looking at the cars on the highway and the people in the community, he suddenly felt a little dazed and confused.

Who are they?

Where are they going?

"What am I going to do?"

Liu Wang looked at his hands that were still a little trembling, they were a pair of delicate hands, smooth and clean, no calluses, no extra wrinkles, and at first glance, he had never suffered since he was a child and had never done any work.

And because for a while, he often used a computer keyboard, and his fingers unconsciously became thin and long, like a girl's hand.

"I ...... What should I do?" he muttered to himself.

No one answered him.

The world is so quiet, but his heart is very impetuous.

It was the silence that made him impetuous.

It was that there was nothing to do that made him panic.

He felt that if he didn't do something, what difference would it make to die?

It was like a fire burning in his heart. But it was not a flame of passion, but loneliness.

Little by little, he is burning and devouring loneliness.

Why is the world so quiet? Where are the sounds?

He looked at the beetle-like cars on the highway and felt like he was watching a slow-motion video, and it was really disturbing that they were moving slowly. Why not hurry up?

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

I guess the takeout has arrived.

Liu Wang turned on the light, put on his slippers and went to open the door.

As soon as I took the plastic bag, the smell of food came to my face, and I was relaxed.

He ordered an egg custard, a portion of pork ribs, and a serving of greens.

I didn't expect it to be delivered quite quickly. Liu Wang is very satisfied with the speed of this delivery.

He was about to close the door, when he suddenly felt as if something was wrong.

Why can't he remember who delivered the takeaway? Why doesn't he have any impression of the appearance of the food delivery boy?

He recalled, only vaguely seeing a hand carrying a plastic bag in front of him, but there was no impression of the person's face.

Liu Wang felt a little uneasy in his heart, he looked down the stairs and saw nothing.

Yes.

He slapped his head.

There's an elevator, how can he take the stairs?

He looked into the elevator again, and the number on the monitor changed from "2" to "1".

He's already downstairs.

Liu Wang returned to the room with the plastic bag, closed the door, and turned off the light again.

Wait, why do you turn off the lights?

Is it to save power? No kidding.

But he just wanted to turn off the lights, not why.

He picked up his phone and looked at the order delivery person's message.

The network deserted at this time, and that person's information couldn't be refreshed.

What a damn one!

Leave it alone, and solve the problem of food and clothing first.

Liu Wang opened the game and put it aside, holding chopsticks in one hand and sliding around the screen with the other.

At this time, the network suddenly became surprisingly good, and it was really sick.

Phew, of course, the network should be good when playing games, what is sick, it is simply too humane.

Today should be going to school, this point happens to be the climax of high school evening self-study, and it is also the climax of the immortal cultivation team.

Ding Xianren seemed to be the captain of this team, and he was the first to go online every time, and then a group of younger brothers followed one after another.

Liu Wang wanted to invite a few people to play together, but he couldn't invite him. Every time he clicked the invite button, the entire game window popped up.

After trying it a few times, he felt a little irritated and didn't bother to get it again. It's a big deal to wait for someone else to group him.

But he is at the top of the list and has always been in demand, and no one took the initiative to group him today. It's also so abnormal.

If you don't pull it down, you don't have to fill the pit yourself. It's a big deal to play by yourself.

He was eating and playing games. Sometimes the fight is fierce, and a piece of rib is caught by him and hung in the air for a long time, but it can't reach his mouth.

Sometimes he accidentally feeds the food to his nose, and he takes out the wipes from the drawer while looking at the screen. At this time, if there is a sudden change in the situation of the battle, he will immediately free his right hand and fight with both hands.

By the end of the fight, he had almost forgotten what he was going to do with his right hand.

However, after all, one hand operation is not as good as two hands, and Liu Wang lost a few games and was a little annoyed. He picked up the chopsticks and flew the food into his mouth, wanting to finish it quickly and move the victory rate back quickly.

When he had finished eating, he stuffed everything into the plastic bag as usual, then tied it in a knot and threw it through the crack in the door.

He knew that someone would come and dispose of the garbage every day.

But he couldn't remember who it was.

He couldn't remember who else lived under the same roof with him.

But that doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't suddenly break in and affect himself while he is playing the game.

Liu Wang sat in the corner between the bed and the wardrobe, holding his mobile phone and staring intently at the screen.

In such a small corner, there were planks on the left, right and behind him, and he felt very safe.

The dim moonlight outside the window entered the room, leaving a spot of light on the floor, Liu Wang looked a little uncomfortable, so he walked over and closed the curtains, and pulled them so that no light came in.

It looks much better now, the whole room is completely black, how good. Being surrounded by darkness made him feel fulfilled and satisfied, and it felt like hugging the whole world.

Only the screen in front of me, exuding colorful light, is the door to another world.

In that world, he was a high-profile master, he defeated one opponent after another, and achieved one achievement after another.

That's right, that's what I want, that's where I'm going.

And the bright, noisy world outside the window made me feel strange, and it didn't give me any sense of belonging.

I wanted to run away from it, desperately wanted to run away from it.

The world on the screen is where I really need to be.

How can there be no music at such an exciting time?

Liu Wang put on his headphones and opened the music playback app.

Night, quiet and peaceful.

But his heart was restless. No matter how loud he turned his voice, he couldn't hide the inexplicable sounds.

Some of them came from the wall clock on the wall, ticking and ticking, minute by minute, falling in the long river of time, some came from the window, the howling cold wind was like a fierce monster, tearing through the fragile soul, and some came from upstairs and downstairs, crackling, and the banality of trivial matters gradually annihilated the fire of passion.

Later, he realized that those voices never came from the outside to his ears, but all from his heart.

So even if he turns on the sound of the headphones louder, he can't escape the sound of his heart.

Since you can't escape it, defeat it.

It's like beating those stumbling blocks that stand in the way of your ascent to the top in the game.

The purpose of their existence is nothing more than to set off my greatness, but to pave the way for my achievements.

In my world, all of them are just NPCs, and they can only do their own job and do what they have to do, not my will.

So if someone tries to beat me in the game, then he's a malfunctioning NPC. Not to mention defeating me, he shouldn't even have such thoughts.

Don't roar anymore, the voice of resistance is so weak, you will all be defeated by me.

What was playing in the headphones was a piece of rock music, "I May Have Died Last Night" by Xie Tianxiao.

The eerie melody of the bass is like a lonely ghost wandering in the night, grabbing every lonely soul.

I don't have a body either, I don't breathe, the sky is pressing on me like a grave, who saves me, who saves me?!

If you can shout hysterically like thanksgiving smile, maybe it won't be so painful.

But Liu Wang opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound. He couldn't shout, so he could only follow the music, pretending to be screaming in pain, sometimes raising his hair and shaking his head.

But the pain did not abate, and the feeling of oppression had made it impossible for him to raise his head again.

Maybe he'd better get down to the ground, so his neck wouldn't have to bear the weight of loneliness.

I probably died last night, and I don't remember how I died.

He couldn't erase the melodies and the eerie bass sounds from his head anymore. They were like summons from the ancients, making his soul irresistibly obedient.

He finally defeated the voice in his heart, the wind outside the window was still, and the pendulum no longer swayed.

He felt that his heart was at peace like never before, not because of fullness and fulfillment, but because of emptiness, because of nothing.

It's as if he's dead.

His soul left his body lightly, taking away all his emotions, joys, sorrows, and joys and sorrows.

He couldn't remember what those emotions were like.

Perhaps once upon a time, he was happy or sad because of a small thing, or a special person.

Those emotions of joy or sorrow, like pebbles falling in a pond, once stirred up a splash of water in his heart, and caused layers of ripples and ripples.

But the splashes were gone, and the ripples and ripples were gone.

It's not because he crushed his heart to the point that there are no folds, but the pond in his heart has finally dried up under the scorching loneliness.

Am I dead?

I might be dead.

I don't know how he died.

What proves that I am alive?

What can prove that I'm dead?

But at least, I've escaped from the places I hate.