The cool and soft feeling was only on Qi Qian's lips, staying for less than three seconds.

Three seconds later, Qi Qian's eyes were white, as if he had instantly entered a white fog.

He felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and he couldn't help but close them.

…

His arms were sore, and there were bursts of numbness in his legs, as if there was an electric current running through his arms and legs.

Qi Qian raised his head from his right arm and saw that he was holding his mobile phone in his right hand.

The screen of the mobile phone has not been extinguished, and it is an analysis of the battle situation of the chicken game.

The picture shows that Qi Qian has hung up, ranking 3rd.

Qi Qian looked at his phone and was stunned.

He exits the game interface and sees the time on the top of his phone, 15:56.

He didn't remember what time it was when he was playing the game, but he did remember that after the afternoon class, he came back to the dormitory and clicked on the game.

After class at 15:20, it takes less than 10 minutes to ride a bicycle back to the dormitory.

In the game, it didn't seem to take too long, and it lasted more than 20 minutes.

When the time is calculated, it is almost 15:56, and the distance is only two or three minutes.

However, he stayed in 'hell' for two or three days!

Qi Qian got up suddenly, no matter how sore his numb feet were on the ground, he limped directly to the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, there was no scar on his face and body, clean and white.

But in 'hell', he was wounded!

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that the so-called 'hell' is just a nightmare for him?

Then this dream is too real, right?

No, I still have to go to the doctor.

…

Anseong First People's Hospital, Department of Psychiatry.

"Doctor Chen, do you want to increase the dose of medicine in my situation?" Qi Qian asked worriedly.

Sitting opposite, Dr. Chen, wearing a white coat, lowered his head, wrote on Qi Qian's medical record, and comforted him: "It's okay, it's just a nightmare." And even if you dream, you don't forget to bring medicinal sugar, what does this mean? ”

Qi Qian: "What does it mean?" ”

"It means that you actively cooperate with the treatment from the bottom of your heart, with your positive attitude, you are still afraid that the disease will not be cured? Impossible! Dr. Chen put down his pen, returned the medical records to Qi Qian, and comforted him again: "It's okay, don't think too much, you don't need to dispense the medicine again, and you don't need to increase the dose, just eat it normally." ”

"Thank you, Dr. Chen." Qi Qian took the medical records and got up to leave.

As soon as he got out of the hallway of the psychiatric department, he was tapped on the shoulder from behind.

Qi Qian stopped and turned his head.

The person who came was originally happy, but after seeing Qi Qian's face, his smile retracted, and he reached out to touch Qi Qian's forehead: "Qian'er, what's wrong with you?" Not feeling well? ”

Qi Qian slapped his hand to the side, and turned his head to walk forward.

"Qian'er? If you have something, just say it, don't hold it in your heart, be careful to hold it out! Mo Zhou followed Qi Qian closely, and his mouth couldn't stop being concerned.

"I'm already sick, so I'm afraid." Qi Qian's tone was a bit self-deprecating.

Mo Zhou disagreed: "I said it all, you are not a disease at all, it is the evolution of human beings, how many people can be as blessed as you to evolve?" You should be happy! ”

"Happy?" Qi Qian dragged Mozhou out of the hospital building and came to the garden behind where the patient could take a walk and rest.

He told Mo Zhou everything about 'hell'.