Lu Shaozhen moved his lips, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all. He had a vague feeling, although this feeling was not strong, but it could not be ignored when it existed, and he was cramped like thousands of ants crawling on his body.

This sentence seems to come from his mouth in the past, although the specific date can no longer be traced, but the strong sense of déjà vu makes Lu Shaozhen have to face his heart, just like some sudden thought, carrying a strong analysis and cross-examination, so that the shell of the soul is peeled off layer by layer.

Lu Shaozhen couldn't help but wipe the beads of sweat on his head, at this moment he was like an insect caught by a spider's web, weak and helpless, except for the powerless trembling, no action could release the burden in his heart.

The mucus seemed to be pervasive, and the predator's bodily fluids formed a chain-like shackle, and the sharp hook pierced his internal organs mercilessly, and the scarlet to some dark purple blood in the lungs vividly demonstrated the pathos of the weak.

The clavicle, pipa bone, crotch and other vital parts of the human body were all hooked, and Lu Shaozhen felt that as long as he moved a little, the terrifying iron hook would tear his flesh apart.

There's nothing more distorting to your soul than watching the bodies of your parents be devastated!

"This sentence ......" Lu Shaozhen's mouth let out a painful **, and the picture that couldn't help but appear in his mind made him feel terrified, "Did I say it myself......"

The sense of displacement in parallel time and space made Lu Shaozhen completely confused, and the two diametrically opposed experiences jointly occupied his mind and fiercely competed for the dominance of consciousness.

In a trance, he had the feeling that an experience that was not his own, and his mind returned to the bathroom in the fog, and he was stunned to find himself using his toothbrush to pick open the partition and peek through the hole into the secret of the secret room.

The rotting corpse exudes a stench that rushes straight to the brain, and any strong irritating smell is an anesthetic needle for consciousness, Lu Shaozhen only felt that his eyes were dazzled, and his stomach acid was constantly surging, but because there was really not much food in his stomach, he could avoid vomiting.

However, it was clear that things would not go in the easy direction, because in a trance he saw the corpse standing up tremblingly!

Maggots slumped down like dandruff, and suddenly a thick sea of maggots formed in a circular area on the ground centered on the corpse, and the wriggling little ones constantly fell from the holes in the corpses, adding to the disgusting scene.

Lu Shaozhen was shocked.

He tried to get out, but found that neither his will nor his body could make any changes to this mysterious situation. He is like a boat in the center of a storm, except for prayers, only the sorrow of his small body can be vented.

After a short panic followed by a long period of thinking, Lu Shaozhen thought that his thinking spread without boundaries, so he restrained the stiffness of his brain and forced himself to analyze the disadvantages of the times.

Is it another illusion? But to a certain extent, the illusion in our concept is closer to the essence than the real, and seeing may not be true is a valuable experience that human beings have inherited for thousands of years, and no longer relying solely on vision is a proof that the mind has made great progress.

This inevitably causes a misalignment between reality and conjecture, the two are like carriages traveling in different directions, contradicting each other, not letting go, as the self between them, being pulled and distorted, towards the doomed end.

Just like at this moment, Lu Shaozhen feels that life is gray and colorless, and the lack of interest and love comes into view at every moment of empty life, and true happiness has always been nowhere to be seen.

This feeling appeared in Lu Shaozhen's college days, when he was keen on horror novels, although some people think that novels with this theme fall into the inferior concept, but Lu Shaozhen does not think so.

What is fear is the sieve between the conscious and the subconscious as a boundary, as a mysterious and abnormal phenomenon in novels, if you only look at it as a lively it will become a nonsensical farce, but if you think about it a little, you will find that the authors of these novels at the beginning of their writing conceived various phenomena as alienation and distortion of human nature, as well as anxiety about the answers to various questions, then you will see yourself naked between the lines.

The ultimate answer to "fear" comes from sex, when people's physiological sexual maturity leads to inner sexual maturity, as small as accidentally cutting a finger with a knife, as big as discovering that metabolism will eventually be eliminated is an iron law of nature, fear of the end, fear of the end, it has become a common theme of all mankind.

Thinking of this, Lu Shaozhen sighed faintly, his nervous heart was surprisingly calm, and when he learned that he was powerless in the face of fear, numbness was inevitable.

He does not see his numbness as a retreat from the cowardly, because the collapse is not a sign of it. He faced the end of himself - the corpse trembled and twisted around, revealing bulging eyeballs and shriveled skin full of holes, although it was extremely difficult to recognize that Lu Shaozhen knew, that was himself without doubt - the heart was empty without wind and waves, suffocating from the heat.

It is worth mentioning that the corpse's eyeballs seemed to be sewage wrapped in a very thin membrane, perhaps because of the passage of time, the decay on it had an incredible effect, and instead of corroding the case, it turned the inside into pus, and it hung abnormally and fragile on the face, almost falling off.

Lu Shaozhen's gaze fell on the center of the corpse's eyeballs without reservation, and he couldn't feel that he was breathing, not even his heartbeat. Stranger than ever filled his body, he was now a container of liquid, and what he was carrying never belonged to him.

I saw my body alive! This scene can no longer be described as shocking!

The only thing Lu Shaozhen could feel was that the corpse was also staring at him, although its pupils had already turned into chaos, but this inexplicable feeling was clear and abnormal, even more real than his name.

Lu Shaozhen didn't want to face all this, but some things were destined not to be transferred by her own will.

In this way, a person and a corpse looked directly at each other without any reservations, and this strange scene lasted for an unknown amount of time, and Lu Shaozhen had lost the concept of time.

Just when Lu Shaozhen's heart was temporarily respite from the boring and hot environment, the corpse suddenly moved.

"**** is the only way out. If the shadow of death haunts you, all you have to do is rip it off like cotton, and it's a trick to win. ”