A long time has passed, like steel scorched in a blazing fire, countless impurities quenched out of the brain, and thick molten steel meanders down its ravines, echoing endlessly throughout the world with the sound of a lonely heartbeat.

Lu Shaozhen didn't know if he could escape from this state, the only thing he knew was some kind of subconscious premonition, if he couldn't get out of the predicament quickly, then he would inevitably collapse and crush in endless torture.

"You've got a tumor in your head."

He pressed his temples desperately, and the sound from all directions was pervasive, which made him appear in the unknown thing.

"Glioblastoma, the most malignant brain tumor."

"So doctor, will he be able to cure it?" A trembling woman's voice rang out in his ears.

Lu Shaozhen struggled to open his blurry eyes, trying to see the situation around him clearly, everything was like a hazy dream, and the lack of focus of his pupils made him only try to grasp what was happening around him through the fog.

The bizarre scene kept flowing on his eyelashes, and the endless pain made Lu Shaozhen's vision lose in hesitation, he was like a drowning man who wanted to reach out and grab everything around him, but except for a large area of nothingness, no real feeling could provide shelter.

"Alas, now his situation is like a timed ** in his head, and he doesn't know when it will explode."

"That'...... Doesn't that mean there is no help? The girl's voice seemed so familiar and unfamiliar, and these two emotions may be taken for granted in normal times, but when the two opposites are combined, the new semantics formed are not lightly explained.

"Life and death are in their own destiny, and what we can do is to respect the patient's last wishes and meet all his requirements to the greatest extent."

“……”

"As for his mental problems, I still need to have an in-depth discussion with the director of the psychiatric department before I can make a rough judgment. Otherwise, all speculation is vain until then. But in any case, the patient's family, you need to prepare for the worst. ”

"I know, I know." The girl, who was called the patient's family, said with sincere fear.

The staggered light and shadow intersected in Lu Shaozhen's pupils, and the incomparable glare bloomed a rose-like purple red, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere rippling between the blurs, although this kind of heart and soul was very out of place.

Lu Shaozhen knew that this was a dangerous time, not only out of consideration for the external environment, but also for the resistance to spiritual hallucinations. For him, although everything is confusing, it is already a matter of celebration to be able to distinguish what is reality and what is imaginary and illusory.

He made a rough judgment about his current situation, first of all, he was in the labyrinth, although the huge human face worm was self-defeating and was killed by the labyrinth, but this does not mean that this place is safe, as the saying goes, there is no vanity under the fame, and it is impossible for the dignified Minoan Maze to be so amiable.

Secondly, it was not the first time that the hallucinations that had happened to him were really a headache, and in layman's terms, it was like two parallel worlds coming to his mind at the same time, blending with each other, penetrating each other, and finally achieving a wonderful balance between distortion and separation.

We can't always cling to the current psychedelia and can't extricate ourselves, although all the mirage-like characters, deeds, and words may be real, but since they have a strong impact on the real existence, then whether they are worth studying needs to be weighed.

Thinking of this, on the curtain against the background of the labyrinth, a dark hospital corridor like an underground tunnel appeared in front of him, and he saw the snow-white coat of the doctor walking in front of him shrouded in a phantom of longing.

This feeling is incomparably real, the intense pain accompanied by the emergence of memories is like an ink plate of cannibal flowers, tens of thousands of tentacles tightly bind the soul, and the doctor's back is like a floating ghost, aiming his pure white pupils containing an evil sneer at Lu Shaozhen at any time, as if there is a horror that he does not want to speak.

"Doctor, they all call you that, and although I don't know what you do, I'm going to tell you a story about the princess and Anu." Lu Shaozhen heard "herself" involuntarily say such a thing.

"I really don't understand why you are so obsessed with this story, and you don't get tired of telling it to people. But it's no wonder that it's not uncommon for you to be terminally ill, and you all have one thing in common, which is a strange attachment to something. The doctor walked vigorously, "People like you live as a drag on the living, and instead of making everyone unhappy, it is better to choose the safest way to say goodbye." ”

The second half of the sentence is the doctor talking to himself, even so, but Lu Shaozhen heard it clearly, he recalled what he saw and heard in the place of captivity in the severe pain in his brain, is there only one way to treat the mentally ill with violence, venting desires, giving up, distorting and other evils of human nature?

Lu Shaozhen wanted to open his mouth to refute, but the next feeling made him really feel that he was just an outsider who couldn't participate, because this body was not driven by his will.

To be exact, Lu Shaozhen's thoughts can't be said at all, he can't do anything at all except for dying in endless pain, it feels like reading a novel or watching a movie, even if the sense of substitution is very strong, but it still can't hide the fact that he is a bystander.

"The soul falls into hell, and the flames burn eternity." Lu Shaozhen heard himself mutter, "O sinner of the elf clan, what face do I have to meet those deceased heroic spirits!" ”

"You're really a fantasist among crazy people, if you can turn your imagination into productivity, I'd like to believe that you will become a magical novelist, but unfortunately, the lack of subjective consciousness is the main reason for the difference between your two identities, and you have lost a good career in exchange for the Shura Hell of the future."

At this time, the doctor in front of him suddenly stopped, he turned his head slightly, and glanced at Lu Shaozhen behind him with the corner of his eye. His tall body seemed distant, and against the background of the gloomy darkness, his white coat glowed with a hideous light, and the side lines of his face with a big back were hard, but the luster contained in his eyes was slightly abnormal.

"Do you know why the madman's family desperately wants to put you in a mental hospital?"

Lu Shaozhen listened attentively to the doctor's words, of course, for him, "I" was still in the conjecture of self-immersion.

"Because that's the only way to get rid of your burdens! You skins that have lost the meaning of life! ”