Rough. The white light swelled and contracted, and the hearts that fought together gradually shone and dimmed, and the layers of light converged in one place, and then spread more widely, and after the white light, it was just a void, a barrenness. The pain gradually floated on the surface of the water, undulating with the pulsation of the white light, like a monstrous wave in the infinite white ocean, and Zhang Zhiyu was just a small fish that could not be smaller, and could only float with the waves.

First, the sound. The first sound sounded, but it was quickly drowned in the intermittent time between the rolling waves, what was that? Sound is no longer just words. Even if there is only one impression left, it is lost. The pain grew more and more intense, and the madness swept over it. More sounds, accompanied by words coming to the surface, the twisting and creaking of steel plates, the screeching of glass shattering, the scorching squirting of the air...... The ocean is churning harder. But for what? There were still remnants of sounds, and they were stirred together, like countless points of light, rushing straight up, shining in the dark night sky, tearing through the thick and dim clouds.

The memory cracked, and with the sound and words, the countless singularities that compressed the memory exploded.

The white light no longer shone brightly, it had finally disappeared into darkness, and now it was only a faint shimmer of thick clouds.

The picture appeared. At first, it was just a blur of color, convulsive and twisted and rolling, and then forgotten on the edge of memory. The images became clearer and clearer, and the light and shadow writhed at the same time as countless chaos, spreading like a virus. The fog grew darker and darker. Memories rushed forward in droves, the sea gradually calmed down, and the night sky was as bright as day......

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Elevators, narrow corridors, neon lights, sparkle with bright and dazzling light. The four walls, as cold as metal, smooth, with a faint yellow shell, are completely hidden in the intoxicating colors, dissolving here.

Wait, I've been here.

The memory that came forward like a tide, Zhang Zhiyu slowly stood up, he stepped on it tentatively, his legs, never so powerful, involuntarily held his forehead. A burning pain in the temples. In front of him, the blue fluorescence, pure and flawless, burst around the elevator, but it was so prominent in the chaotic neon.

Lots of information.

Where is this?

"Is it right here?" Zhang Zhiyu shrank and ripped off his glasses, leaned close to the car window like a madman, and stared fiercely at every brightly dressed pedestrian, every delicate flower and plant, and every extravagant and luxurious decoration that hurriedly flashed, "Shall we live here?" ”

"Of course," Sun Haowen was so excited that he was incoherent, cheered in ecstasy, raised his arms high, and his strong body trembled, "Oh! ”

I live here.

The light inexplicably overlapped, split for the first time, and the elevator entrance that shone with silver light, shattered suddenly, like broken glass, countless fragments, twisted into countless bands of light in an instant, blooming with dazzling light, the light tore, spasmodizing, countless shining colors, neon-like agitation, severe pain, like a knife blade stabbing into the skull, severe pain.

Zhang Zhiyu instinctively screamed, but the screams that resounded in the sky covered it, his knees slammed into the ground, his hands pressed his scalp with dead force, and his brain beat wildly, as if he wanted to break free from the skull, biting out a trace of blood, his eyes were closed, and he squeezed his eyeballs fiercely, however, the dance steps of the light became more and more crazy, in the scarlet darkness in front of him.

You're dreaming! Reminisce! Zhang Zhiyu! You have to listen to me! You're dreaming! Nothing is true! It's all a dream!

The voices, crackling in the ears, the screams gradually subsided, descending in pitch, transforming into the static electricity of the elevator humming, lingering, the distorted colors faded away, and they dissipated into the darkness.

Zhang Zhiyu let go of his hands in confusion, narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and his temples still beat slightly, but there was no big deal. The pain is gone.

What just happened?

The elevator was still in front of it, humming lowly, and the neon glow slowly swayed and jumped, as if it were just one night, a night that could not be more ordinary.