I don't know how to face him, or "me".

I watched quietly as the "second me" approached me, and after a while I realized that he had not stepped into the range of the candlelight, and that his toes were stuck at the junction of light and darkness, and the whole person gave me an indescribable strange feeling.

The "second me" looked at me quietly in the dark, and then said slowly: "I will now begin to answer your second question, where you are now is your memory space, or you can say, your subconscious space, here, you are the most naked you. ”

I kept looking into his eyes while he was talking, and I found the only anomaly between the two of us at this time, which was the eyes, and the contents of his eyes were very complex, like weathered, and like seeing through the red dust, all in all, much more mature than me.

He didn't care about my gaze, and continued slowly, "As for why I didn't let you step out of the range of this candle flame, it's simple, if you step into this darkness, then you will be just like me. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean to be the same as you?" Can you elaborate a little bit? ”

"The second me" shook his head, sighed and said: "Now the time is urgent, it's not easy for you to come in, I'll make a long story short, this place is your subconscious space, but it's not within your control, I don't know why your memory space is the shape of a library, but do you see these books on the shelves around you, each one is a part of your memory, but only these within the range of the candle flame are what you can read." ”

He paused and continued: "Stepping out of the range of the candle flame, it belongs to the boundary of darkness, which is full of chaotic memory fragments, once you step into this darkness, you will become a 'lost' like me, and you can't go back if you want to, so don't step out of the candle flame boundary, don't let the candle flame go out, otherwise, you will be trapped in this memory fragment forever and never wake up!" ”

His speech became faster and faster, and his expression became more and more painful, as if there was some force refusing him to tell the truth, and then he suddenly struck, and his arm reached into the range of the candle flame, and in an instant, the entire right arm of the "second me" was licked by the flames into white bones, and his white bone palm pressed on my chest, almost roaring: "Get out, don't come in again!" ”

I felt like I had fallen from a cliff, the darkness around me engulfing me with impunity, and the "second me" stood on the edge of the cliff and watched me fall, his face painful, but his eyes smiling and muttering to himself.

Based on the shape of his mouth, I vaguely surmised that the content of this sentence seemed to be:

"I am in darkness, and my heart is in the light."

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The splitting headache felt like a huge wave that wrapped me tightly in it.

I felt that someone was slapping my cheeks hard, as if someone was calling me "Old Tang, Old Tang", but I felt that my eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and I used the strength of feeding to slowly open my eyes a slit.

A chubby face popped into my eyes.

When he saw me wake up, the fat man obviously let out a sigh of relief, and then pointed at my nose and chattered with an angry face, but I was so sleepy that I tilted my head and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, I didn't know how long it had been.

I was lying in a white and clean ward, with a bowl of steaming eight-treasure porridge on the bedside cabinet, and a large bouquet of carnations in the vase, and the fragrance of flowers permeated the whole ward, as if the flowers had just been delivered.

Didn't I just go to the pheasant grave? Why are you back in the ward now? Could it be that I've been in a coma for a while?

With a stomach full of questions, I lifted the quilt on my body, got up and walked barefoot around the ward twice, my body was still a little weak, but it was fine.

The cool night breeze was blowing by the window, I simply pulled open the curtains, stood in front of the windowsill and looked at the scenery outside the window, it was dark, the lights of thousands of homes, perhaps because the floor where the ward was located was too high, and the vehicles coming and going on the highway were like ants in an endless stream.

There was a click, the door was pushed open, I followed the voice, a young and beautiful nurse walked in with a pile of documents, saw me stand up and was full of surprise, petite said: "You are finally awake!" ”

I don't know what her name is this nurse, but she looks really attractive, I don't know what her number is, looking at her without speaking, she was not embarrassed at all, and smiled to herself: "Mr. Tang, don't be nervous, everyone who wakes up from a long-term coma will have symptoms like you, I am your personal nurse, you have been in a coma for all these years, I have been taking care of you, it's great to see you wake up today, I will notify your family to pick you up, congratulations, Mr. Tang, you are about to walk out of the ward, I lived a normal life. ”

After she said this, I had already confirmed my inner guess, smiled at her, and said lightly: "Have you watched "Inception"? ”

She froze, then shook her head.

I looked at the scenery outside the window, "I've seen it, the means of dreaming in dreams are not unusual at all, since I dare to come to the pheasant grave, it means that no matter what the situation, I am prepared for the worst, this kind of vulgar means, how can I not guard against it?" ”

The nurse tilted her head, bit her lower lip lightly, and said confusedly, "Mr. Tang, what are you talking about?" You have been in a coma for seven years, and I know that you may have some strange dreams in your coma, and even some people will suspect that the dreams they had when they were in a coma are real, and that real life is false! Mr. Tang, listen to me, this situation is universal, you only need to find a few psychiatrists to see it, you can understand ......"

"Don't die anymore." I was not moved by the nurse's words, I was already sitting on the windowsill with my arms propped up, looking at the traffic below, I said to the little nurse behind me, "Singularity, this is the biggest flaw, you can imitate everything, but you can't imitate my singularity, because I don't know what the nature of the singularity is." ”

The little nurse's voice trembled a little: "Mr. Tang, what do you want to do?" Don't be impulsive, we have something to discuss. ”

I glanced back at her, "Jump down, wake up, live." ”

The little nurse was at a loss, tears were already rolling in her eyes, she stomped her feet and said urgently: "What if you guess wrong, what if you bet wrong, you only have one life, this is the sixteenth floor, if this is just your illusion, you will be ruined if you jump down, think about your family, think about your wife!" ”

I didn't want to entangle with her any longer, and as soon as I let go of my arms, my whole body fell at a free-fall speed in the night wind, and at this moment I suddenly thought of the mysterious woman I pushed down in my nightmare, did she feel the same way as me when she fell from a high altitude?

I don't know how to describe the feeling of falling from a height, like weightlessness, like floating in stagnant water, I feel a little apprehensive in my heart, if I really guess wrong, then wouldn't I lose my life because of a thought?

Finally, after the speed of the fall broke through a certain threshold, I felt a soft "wave" sound in my brain, as if something had broken.

I finally woke up.

In a beige-white tent, somewhat shabby and minimally decorated, I was covered with a blanket and by my side was the moire steel knife and a loaded pistol.

The first moment I woke up, I raised my hand and touched my chest, and fortunately, the black scale that the mysterious man gave me was still there.

Gently rubbing the pattern on the surface of the scales with the belly of your fingers, it is complex and obscure, and there is no law at all, but the moment you scratch it with your hand, you can follow its subtle lines without the slightest obstacle.

This is my singularity, there may be more than a million patterns on it, but no matter which angle or position you start from, you can follow the pattern without hindrance, like a winding line, never ending.

Not to mention others, not even me, can replicate this black scale.

On Highway 14 that day, the mysterious man said that a black scale could save my life at a critical moment, and I now roughly understand the meaning of this sentence.

As soon as he put away the scales, the fat man opened the tent and walked in, looked at me and said angrily: "Wake up, you kid can really fucking sleep, it's two days and three nights, if you don't wake up again, I can only be wronged and give you artificial respiration!" ”

Hearing the fat man talking in front of me, I had a familiar feeling of relief, and grinned, "How is the little demon?" How did I get here? ”

The fat man sighed deeply, sat down beside me, lit a cigarette and said slowly: "The little demon is fine, he woke up after being in a coma for more than a day, but it's you, it's better to go down to save people than to be rescued, and I've been lying here straight for more than two days, so I'm sorry?" ”

Hearing the fat man's words, I was angry, pointed at his fat face and scolded angrily: "You kid is embarrassed to say! As for the broken gourd you gave me, it was said to be a family heirloom! Family legend that you are a big-headed ghost! If Lao Tzu hadn't pinned his hopes on your broken gourd, he would have been able to make this shabby! I'll tell you to die fat, your braggart really has to be changed, or I have to be killed by you! ”

The fat man's fat face suddenly turned red like a crab, and he danced and said, "You know a fart!" This is what my father asked for from an old Tibetan lama! Who the thought you'd just throw it out, this thing has to be opened, you don't understand it! ”

I was choked by the fat man, fuck, why didn't you say you wanted to open it earlier, I thought this thing was thrown out like a grenade.

The fat man took out the gourd from his pocket and shook it in front of me, and then solemnly hung it back on his neck, refusing to even let me touch it, for fear that I would snatch it away from him.

But I still couldn't suppress the curiosity in my heart, bumped the fat man's shoulder and whispered, "What's in here?" What makes you so careful? Don't be a big beauty, right? ”

The fat man didn't think much of my teasing, looked around sneakily, lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "It's a ...... Submit to. ”