"Now, wake up?" A lonely and monotonous voice rang out, and my heart suddenly contracted, and I could barely breathe. Murdodo suddenly opened his eyes, panting, and the world was blurry for a while, which made Murdodo feel very strange.

Be...... Who?

Again......

I can't see clearly......

"You've been in a coma for a long time, it's time to wake up."

I don't know who is speaking, but I feel very strange, and the fear and sadness that erupt from my heart seem to overwhelm me.

"Huh? It's awake, but it took me a lot of effort to get you back. ”

What the...... Can't remember at all......

"Don't let me down......"

“……！！！” I woke up again, in a white room, and at this time Murdodo was sitting in the center of the white space, the only color and the only light in the white world.

"Hello." It's the same voice again, but I can't remember who it is......

Mo Duoduo could only try to see who the person standing in front of him was, and that person was also dressed in white, as if he had merged with the white space, and even his complexion was so pale. But Mo Duoduo just couldn't see that person's face clearly.

[Her appearance is completely cumbersome, you don't need to remember.] 】

What......

"There is only one minute left in the escape, are you ready?"

“…… Yes? Mo Duoduo was a little stunned and said, "What are you talking about......"

"Are you ready?"

In any case, the man would always repeat this sentence, and even the tone of his voice did not change.

What the hell are you talking about......

"-On"

“…… Well? As soon as Murdodo wanted to speak, his body suddenly became unbalanced, and a violent shaking almost made Murdodo fall into a state of fainting.

What's going on......

The surrounding white quickly faded and began to be swallowed up by the darkness.

This was the last scene of Murdodo's unconsciousness, as if he had seen a man in a faded space, wearing a dazzling and noble cloak, walking in the darkness, overcoming obstacles, walking in front of him, and laughing.

"I'm looking forward to it, Mo Xiaoxia, what you call the "truth"."

I don't know......

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing in the dark corridor, unable to backwards and forwards, and there was a woman in front of me, still ...... Can't see the face clearly...... Why the hell is that......

A crisp voice echoed through the hallway: "I know, you won't let me down." ”

Disappointed......?

"Wait! Wait a minute! Don't go! Murdodo could only humbly shout this sentence, but found that his cheeks were already covered with tears, cold and cold. He didn't want to cry, but the tears couldn't stop pouring out. Murdodo's voice was a little hoarse, and he said it with a trembling cry.

“…… Crying? The man in front of him stopped, but did not come out of the darkness.

Yes, I'm crying, but I still can't explain why I'm crying.

Why exactly?

The great sadness in his heart made Mo Duoduo almost unable to speak, his legs trembled, and he fell to his knees with a "bang".

Such a humble action...... Why, exactly?

"Why are you crying?" The man continued.

I don't know.

This is a question that seems to never be answered.

"Who are you crying for?" This question hit Murdodo's head like a thunderbolt - who was he crying for? Don't...... Is it for yourself? That...... No wonder these tears are cold.

"Can't tell? Why can't you say it? The man asked, "...... the end?"

"Shut up!!!!!!"

As if he couldn't stand it anymore, he yelled out this sentence.

Shut up......

Shut up......

Echoing over and over again.

The man had long since lost his voice.

"I don't want to do that! Why...... Why are you forcing me like this?! Why am I the one who suffers all the time? Why do you have to leave such a big mess for me to clean up?! Do they think that my sins are not enough? Who am I crying for? This one...... This question is meaningless! I...... I don't even have any meaning to myself, what's the point of longing for my things?!

"Can you stop pushing me! I'm so tired......

"They pushed me to the tip of the knife and trampled on the blood to the end of the thorny road, but I didn't want it! It's not this world that I want to save, if the world doesn't have the people I care about...... What's the point of that!! Everyone...... Aren't they all selfish? Why stand on the moral high ground to hold others responsible? It's not my obligation!! It's not this world that I love at all!!!!! ”

The air seemed to freeze.

"But the people you love, they love the world." The man said softly.

But the people you love, they love the world.

But the people you love, they love the world.

But the people you love, they love the world!!!

You have to give up the present moment and look for that little bit of light in the dark world - because you don't want to lose that part of your light, so you have to do what you don't want to do, give up everything but what they want.

It's not what you want.

That's what they want.

But for their sake, you have to.

Do you really think that everyone in the world can live for themselves?

Their faith is their own, but what is the use of themselves?

Which of what you see is true? Which is false?

How do you know if what he is showing is real or false?

Anyone is probably wearing a mask.

Who is "lying"?

Is that you?

Who is fighting for this world?

Obviously with a body of blood, but he was poured cold water by himself and others.

Is it really the world's fault?

Why do you think so?

Ultimately...... You just don't want other people to ruin the image they define in your heart – because that's what you love.

Blame the world for the wrong.

The world doesn't know how many pots are carrying.

"It's not me that's wrong, it's the world!"

With self-righteous words.

"If you don't like me, why did you give birth to me?! Are you kidding? You might as well not have given birth to me in the first place! ”

Why is this happening? Because you are their faith.

It's such a lucky thing to have a glimmer of light in a dark world......

So......

Who do you want to "believe"?

Is it yourself? Is it the world? Is it someone else? Still is......

It is better to believe in the world than in yourself.

Someone else might stab you in the back.

Believe in yourself? Free? Do you really think that you have the right to do what you want to do freely?

What qualifications do you have to show your true self in front of everyone?

How can you be sure that they like the "real" or the "fake" you?

In the darkness, Mo Duoduo whispered: "So, I want to climb up in the dark world, step by step with blood—the light that cries out for help at the top of the darkness." ”

"So—

"Please."