Membrane. The fog still permeates the layers of consciousness. Zhang Zhiyu realized in an instant that he had only made a brief glimpse of reality. When you are here, you are reality.

The tunnel collapsed, methodically, cracked, fleeting, as if it had never existed, the matter was still working, the light converging, collapsing, continuing in cycles, eternal, or never existing. Every second counts. The film seemed to be within reach, as if it could be blown apart, but those concepts had long since been abolished.

Or did it never exist?

Did the fog ever exist? Is it the real reality, or is it just a stupid drama on the surface of the curtain? * What is the appearance above?

Everything blurred, matter dissipated, like a cloud blown away by a strong wind, the light became more and more dazzling, dazzling light, fragmented, scattered into countless pillars of light, trembling, dancing gradually crazy, the whole world, submerged in it, rumbling gradually high, tearing like explosion, countless explosions, gradually drifting away. The mist rushed forward, the film swelled up, and the shards, drifting down, like shattered glass. Colors that never existed, sounds that never existed, like maple leaves fluttering in the breeze, like butterflies flying in the sunset, but gradually falling apart, slowly, naturally, but fleeting, gone.

Only white light.

Can't I just shoot the fuck and let this fucking stupid sissy calf die?

Not a sound, not a speech system, just a feeling that expresses every word to the fullest.

Concepts that have long been forgotten flash by.

Zhang Zhiyu's eyes widened unconsciously, and then he realized that everything did not exist, he was just consciousness, consciousness floating in the eternal white universe.

Am I thinking?

Young women. Confusion, fear. Two emotions are mixed in.

Scold. It's funny.

Male. Anger, confusion, sorrow, love, incomprehension. Emotions tumble between the words, obviously.

It's David Pei!

Zhang Zhiyu suddenly felt suffocated and rolled his limbs wildly. Later, he found that his body had long since vanished. In front of him, there was still an endless amount of white, a dense fog that emitted light, a white light.

Forehead...... Is it David Pei?

Modal words. Zhao Nifei. Surprised, suspicious, frightened, slightly reproachful.

What the fuck is going on?

Pei Dawei roared angrily, still silent, silently conveying the message.

Zhang Zhiyu, no matter what he did, was like creating a speech system that connected the brains of all of us. I can't figure it out.

Only Wang Jianyu, it seems that another film envelops him, calm, calm, the only two emotions, rushing outward frantically. The other two, under the main emotion, also have countless tiny emotions, except for Wang Jianyu, there seems to be something, completely isolated from everything except the main emotion.

Try it, invade Wang Jianyu, maybe you can succeed!

Zhao Nifei's strong emotions, expectation, trust, and no malice at all.

If I could, I would have tried it, in that pile of rubble! No way! I thought he had some kind of state-level advanced equipment!

All in one flash. Completely different from the voice system. All feelings are conveyed to the human brain in an instant, and every word is understood in an instant. Clear, simple, fast and perfect.

Kindness...... Can you use less swearing?

Unintentional subconscious thoughts, which are not intended to be deliberately sent, can be felt.

Apologize.

Simple apologies, sadness, love.