Neuer was upset to find that he was able to see himself clearly because of the faint white light that emanated from his body. "It's glaring......" he grumbled softly. However, although he said that he was complaining, he did not show a little disgust. In Neuer's cognition, white light is still acceptable compared to the darkness in his field of vision. Let's go, let's go. Neuer suddenly thought so. He didn't know when he got up - completely unconscious, anyway when he came back to his senses. "It's weird." He said with a frown, but still took a step. Rather than waiting there for someone to tell him something, Neuer preferred to do it himself. What's more, he is now very interested in his current situation.

I don't know how long I walked - Neuer felt that it was about an hour, and the curiosity in his heart gradually replaced by uneasiness. The ground here is strange to step on, and even standing on it, it has a sense of vanity floating in mid-air. Neuer wanted to jump and see if the ground, which was hard to step on but felt soft, could bounce him up like a trampoline again. However, his feet seemed to be a little non-stop, and he kept walking, without the slightest intention of stopping. Here, Neuer felt as if his fatigue had vanished. As confident as he was in his abilities, it was strange to walk for so long without even gasping for breath – he couldn't feel himself breathing.

At the same time, he couldn't even hear his own heartbeat—but he felt his eyes widen with nervousness. The silence around was terrifying, and if it weren't for the energy blockage, Neuer would have felt like something was wrong with his ears. Or, he only walked for a short time, but he himself felt that he had been gone for a long time? Neuer suddenly had such an idea. He turned his head to look around—still not stopping, but found that the scenery around him had not changed much from the scene he had just seen—not even half of the reference. Unconsciously, Neuer's pace quickened slightly. He walked quickly, but showed no sign of running. Then, without warning, Neuer saw Rey. He was very far away, spreading his wings of thunder, flying towards him at a speed that was very fast judging by the speed of energy release.

Neuer was startled and wanted to stop, but he kept walking. He tried to get out of the way, but he couldn't turn. "Oops!" Neuer shouted silently—he felt himself speaking, though he didn't hear anything now. Getting closer, Neuer noticed that Rey's face was full of horror, and he didn't even appear to notice him. An eerie feeling mixed with terrifying thoughts began to permeate Neuer's mind, and he felt himself walk faster again. "I'm going to crash!" Neuer shouted—he felt himself shouting, and thought he had never made such a noise before. However, as if he hadn't heard his voice at all, Rey flew towards him at a very fast speed.

200 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters...... Rey's speed seemed to be fast, but Neuer looked at him and felt that he was moving as fast as he was walking. It was as if the space he was in had been deliberately stretched, and it seemed to outsiders that it took him several times longer than others to move the same distance. Neuer now began to think that Rey hadn't noticed him at all – or that Rey hadn't noticed him at all. "It's such a strange scene, but it has to be presented in such a slow form." Neuer obviously couldn't feel the vibration of his vocal cords, but he felt that he had said such a sentence. He let Rey's frightened expression reflect in his eyes, and suddenly felt a little funny. When the distance between Rey and him was shortened to twenty meters, Neuer suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis for no apparent reason. Almost instantly, Rey was in front of him. He passed through Neuer's body like a stream of water from a high-pressure water cannon, as if there was no one there. Neuer felt like he was shouting loudly, and it was as if he heard something else in the middle of the shouting......

"Don't!" Neuer snapped his eyes open and bounced off the hovering chair. He stared at his metal table, gasping for air. When his vision became a little blurry, he shook his head vigorously and slowly moved closer to the metal table. He leaned forward, propped up the metal table with his left hand, and pressed with his right hand a silver-gray square with a side length of two centimeters two centimeters above the bulkhead where the metal table was clinging. The protective wall in front of the window of the metal table, which is usually the same as the ordinary bulkhead, slowly rises, revealing the window in the personal lounge. The window has a horizontal length of 1 meter and a height of 1 meter, and is shaped as a rectangle with curved corners.

It was dark outside, not even a little light. Of course, it is impossible to expect the crew of the Byron to sleep - except for the crew on the night shift leaning on the instruments, the non-visible remote-controlled patrol vehicle other than the Byron has extended the warning radius of the Byron to a thousand meters; There are not a few crew members who stay in their own lounges and do "chores" with their windows closed. It stands to reason that with the protection of the Bright Heroic Spirit, they should not be in any danger now. However, they all advocate getting used to it first, so that they don't get messy. Besides, what if there is any danger? Let's say some idiot lit a spare methane gas canister? When the night patrol told the methane gas canisters about the idea, one of them responded, "If those canisters blow up, I'll swallow a ton of blue light grass raw!" ”

Neuer looked at his reflection in the window, at his somewhat messy hair and unusually pale face. He couldn't remember when he had been so embarrassed—even when the black mist struck before, he didn't feel the same fear as he had just been. Neuer blinked, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the sky outside—not a single star, splashed black with ink, and not even a cloud in sight. The darkness reminded him of the darkness he had just seen, and the darkness that had terrified him like never before. He stared at the sky for a second, then immediately took a step back, bowed his head slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "It's a dream......" "Yes, it's a dream." He repeated it again as if to be sure. He was only now willing to think about what had just happened, after several minutes of empty thoughts. "Whew-" Neuer gasped and began to think back to what had happened to him a few minutes earlier. It wasn't because he wanted to discover anything from it, but simply because the fear had so impressed him that he was in no mood to sleep right now, and he had no room in his mind to think about anything else.

I was ...... In the shouting ...... Because, Rey rushed over...... Neuer narrowed his eyes and said to himself in his heart. And then...... I heard something else...... That voice was very different from Rey's...... Well, that wouldn't be Rey's voice...... Neuer looked ahead with a blank look in his eyes, and thought slowly. Then, I wanted to listen carefully...... And then ...... I hear you...... Neuer's eyes suddenly became pitch black, and the same sense of fear as before hit him instantly. At the same time, a very clear "click" sound sounded in his ears - Neuer felt a sense of restraint, suppressed to the point that he could not breathe. "Ahh Yes! Yes! Neuer screamed—very close to screaming, before he had a vague picture of his own lounge. He took several backwards in a row, and finally lost his balance and fell backwards to the ground. Neuer suddenly felt lightheaded, but fortunately, he woke up.