After some scrutiny, Ning Qing sat back on the bed and stared at the white wall in a daze.

At first, I wondered if the room had windows, but then it was boarded up and painted with white stone.

When he knocked every corner of the wall for this guess, he finally came to a conclusion.

Try it and make sure it's a solid wall.

The room was full of eccentricities, so strange that he began to chill in his heart.

It's like a purpose-built cage, a place to hold something.

Hold something?

What the hell is that being held?

Ning Qing held her chin with one hand, sat cross-legged on the bed and kept thinking about this question.

The other hand was still rubbing his chin back and forth from time to time, puzzled, and his expression was like a stunned person.

Obviously, the mushy head did not allow him to get answers to such complex questions.

Well?

Why is my chin so slippery?

What about the beard?

Ning Qing reacted suddenly, he didn't remember that he had shaved, but his chin was smooth, and he didn't feel like he was pricked.

How so?

"Where's my beard!!"

A roar came from his throat and echoed through the spacious room.

"Where's my beard..."

"I'm bearded..."

The echoing voice asked Ning Qing like a mockery, and it was also like his muttering.

His demeanor became more and more crazy, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.

"Alas~"

It was a sigh so low that it was almost hard to hear.

Ning Qing's frenzied demeanor came to an abrupt end, and the crater that was about to erupt was extinguished by a basin of cold water, and the icy chill spread across his body.

It's not his voice, it's the voice coming from behind him.

Someone behind it?

No, the direction behind him was a door, a door that had been ignored since he woke up.

He turned around with difficulty and saw a pair of eyes through the crack in the door.

The eyes are facing each other.

It was a pair of eyes that felt very familiar to him, even the tiny blood streaks that wrapped around the eyeballs were so familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere......

"Who are you?"

Ning Qing asked the owner of the eyes in a calm tone, regardless of whether the other party could hear it through a door.

Long

The air seemed to freeze, he didn't get any answer, and the people outside the door seemed to be hesitant to answer his question.

"Who the hell are you?"

A questioning voice that was louder than the previous one came from Ning Qing's mouth.

It's like a roar, it's like a roar, it's like a question, but it's not like an inquiry.

The madness crept up to his face once more, and the extinguished volcanic magma began to churn again.

"Alas~"

Another sigh came from outside the door, heavier than before.

The people outside the door left, but Ning Qing didn't get an answer.

"Who the hell are you?"

A low murmur sounded as if talking to himself, and the object of the inquiry was not the person outside the door, but himself.

It was a familiar feeling to the bones, but I couldn't remember who this person was.

How could he not understand who was being held in this special room at this time!

It's him who closes it!

"But why are you keeping me locked up?"

"What did I do?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Then why lock me up!"

"How long have you been locked up?"

"Why did you ignore this door in the first place, as if it had never been in my consciousness?"

"And what about my beard?"

"No... Wrong... Not right...."

"What's my name? Who am I???! ”

"Why didn't I wonder how I ended up in this weird house in the first place?"

"It's like I've taken it for granted that I'm supposed to be here..."

"It's like the door is right behind me, and I'm subconsciously ignoring it..."

"Did I know I couldn't get out..."

"Ah!!h

"Who are you?!!!"

"Who am I?!!!

"Why am I here!!"

The muttering gradually turned into a roar and roar like self-inquiry.

If there is no answer, it is destined to be a question without answers and feedback.

His mind was becoming more and more confused, his consciousness was collapsing, and the tumbling magma was finally gushing out over the crater, exploding and burning in his mind.

A sharp pain struck his consciousness, and the last shred of clarity in his eyes burned away and turned to ashes.

"Bang !!"

He fell from the hospital bed with his arms in his arms and his head in pain.

His body was curled up, bowed into a shrimp, and his palms rubbed hard to tear his hair, as if he wanted to uncover his skull and dig out all the pain inside.

The muscles are tense, the green tendons are bursting, and the face is hideous.

The whole person is in a state of extreme pain.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Ning Qing slammed his head to the ground, making a dull crashing sound.

Scarlet blood ran down his forehead and dripped down the contours of his face to the floor.

As if the pain had worked, he felt the sharp pain in his head lessen, and he fell to the floor with a loss of strength.

His eyes flickered, and a line of dark red words under the bed reflected his pupils, which had lost focus long ago.

"What is this?"

Maybe the answer to all the questions?

Close, close...

It's not enough, it's closer...

Struggling with his body, trying to get closer, trying to see what was written in dark red on the bed.

The last straw was in front of him, and he didn't care about the head that was about to explode, and stretched out his right hand to touch the blood word tremblingly.

It's a name.

Is it my name?

Speculation flashed, and a glimmer of light burst out of his eyes.

yes, that's not wrong, it's supposed to be my name...

What's written at the end...

Ning Qing struggled to keep her eyes open to make out the words in front of her.

Although this move was difficult for his current physical condition, he managed to get all the words in full view.

Word for word.

"Why !!"

"Why is this !!?"

Astonishment and disbelief changed violently on his face.

There is a great expectation, there is a great disappointment, especially for a desperate person who is on the verge of mental collapse, the proportion of disappointment will be infinitely magnified.

The answer from the dark red text is eight names, not one.

"Why Eight !!"

"Which is my !!?"

"Who the hell am I !!"

"Smack!"

Ning Qing slapped the bed board angrily, and the palm of his hand was quickly withdrawn like an electric shock.

The moment the palm of the hand touched the bed board just now, the feedback was not a normal labor pain, but a stinging sensation like an embroidery needle pricking the fingertips.

"Why do I have eight small wounds on my fingertips..."

Looking at the small wound that had not been scabbed over on his fingertips for a short time, his face was stunned, and he didn't know where this came from.

With the last doubts and incomprehensions, consciousness sank into boundless darkness and dead silence.