Darkness, still the familiar darkness. Libra is still the one that emits a faint white light. This time it was still a foggy object on the left, and the feathers, forehead, and feathers on the right were still the same as last time, and the feathers were still heavier, and the scales were still tilted to the right, and there was no change at all.

[Life is inherently a death, or as heavy as Mount Tai or as light as a feather]

This sentence is still engraved on the Libra column, and nothing has changed from last time.

After about three or four seconds, a sigh sounded, and the entire dark space was shattered in an instant, because Stanley woke up screaming one after another.

Whirring, violent gasps, accompanied by a burst of Chinese curses, Stanley sat on the bed in horror, constantly cursing something. After about ten minutes, the alarm clock began to ring very loyally, waking up the soulless Stanley.

"Alarm sound? Am I having a nightmare? ”

After Stanley woke up, he looked at his body, there was no sign of being beaten, there was no sign of a crippled arm, and there was no trace of being stabbed several times in a row, as if nothing had happened.

Stanley walked into the bathroom in a trance, threw his clothes in the laundry basket on the side, and stood naked in the bathroom, waiting for the warm water to flow through his body, so that the cold body had a moment of warmth, and Stanley was completely regained his senses.

"Hehe, I'm dead again, haha~ haha, I've been killed by that damn guy again." Stanley stood still talking and laughing, and then a faint salty smell rushed into his mouth with the water, maybe the shampoo was salty, Stanley thought.

After venting in the bathroom, Stanley came out with a bath towel draped and sat on the bed quietly thinking about this death. After following the tall black man, he was already discovered, and he was stupid to think that the other party did not find out, and when the tall black man led him all the way to their territory, although he had found out that things were not good, he couldn't escape from anywhere.

Surrounded by a dozen people, beaten up, and then very clichéd, 'Who sent you?' 's extorted confession game, he was beaten back and forth for several hours, and finally he couldn't stand being beaten and said everything, crossing, he was not his current self or something, he said everything, but unfortunately, no one on the other party believed his words at all, he felt that he was lying, and the person who could endure such a serious beating and be able to lie was definitely not an ordinary person.

Which country's truth is this? Anyway, Stanley didn't know about it, the other party felt that he didn't tell the truth, and then there was another round of blows (hitting Stanley's body), and finally he was really a tall black man who lost interest, oh, by the way, at that time, the other party also said his name, it seems to be called Edson Hank, and he is called BigHank (Big Hank), and he is the leader of a small BLACK BANG, well, the small boss is introduced, and then he was stabbed a few times by the other party himself and went to his intuition.

These are the memories that Stanley remembers, he died, and was killed by the same person.

Exhale~Suck! Exhale~~ Suck!! Taking a few deep breaths, Stanley forced himself to compose, then took out his mobile phone that he was throwing aside, and looked at the time that it was Sunday, another Sunday, and that it was around Thursday when he was killed, that is, this time he was resurrected on Sunday four days earlier.

Stanley ran to the bathroom again and looked in the mirror, his appearance has not changed, he is still Stanley's appearance, that is to say, there is nothing new in resurrecting himself this time? Stanley thought so, thought about it and still had no clue, and then found that it was not early, so he ate a meal casually and prepared for school.

When he arrived at the school and saw the closed doors, he suddenly realized that it was a Sunday! In this trance, the day passed, and on Monday, he ran to school again, and he really needed to communicate with others, even if it wasn't to say the secrets in his heart, even if it was okay to chat.

Why did he accept the fact of his resurrection so easily, why did he calm down so easily and still want to go to school, in fact, Stanley was just using school life to divert his attention and let the mental blow he received before drive out of his mind. Another point, he experienced another death, he cherished these peaceful lives even more, he died twice and resurrected I don't know if it was God's mercy or what, if he didn't grasp the hard-won life, he couldn't care about it.

Of course, in the final analysis, that is what he wants to escape, although he can't escape for a lifetime, but at least he just wants to escape now, and he wants to forget the fact that he died once for the time being. Although his body is completely fine after the resurrection, the mental damage comes from human memories, and it is precisely he who was resurrected with his own memories, and it will take him a while to accept these memories.

Stanley went back to school as usual, where he studied hard, playing basketball or participating in club activities, but there was no moment to quiet himself, and when the day's activities were completely over, he borrowed a book from the school library, and on the subway to tutor, he directly integrated his spirit into the world of books, until ············· He missed a few stops.

Well, in fact, we can see from this side that the more a person wants to forget something, but our brain is against us, although it may be forgotten for the time being when it is lively, but once people are idle, or once your brain knows that you have finished some activities, it will be very insidious to re-read these memories, so this is the reason why the more you escape, the more you will remember, and it is also the reason why some people choose to drink when they avoid it, and drink to make their brain paralyzed, to see if he can still read these memories.

Stanley was only fourteen years old, and no one in the United States would buy alcohol for a fourteen-year-old, well, at least on the surface and in legal convenience stores, there was no way to buy alcohol, and Stanley was not a drinker, although he wanted to taste what it was like to drink now.

I came to the Chinese couple's house in a daze, and the moment I saw the little boy, the darkness in his heart was dispelled a little, and the little boy reviewed some of the previous knowledge together, and then told him something new, and let him study on the side, and Stanley just sat there with blank eyes.

"Hey, Stanley, what's wrong with you?" A childish voice interrupted Stanley's musings, well, not much musing, just clueless thoughts.

"Oh, nothing, little Jamie, have you learned what you've learned today?" Stanley came back to his senses, looked at the English name Jamie, and the little boy with the Chinese name Zhou Jie asked.

"I've learned, but I think you seem to be in a daze, and my grandfather said that you can't solve the problem when you're in a daze." Little Jamie looks like a little adult, as if he wants to comfort Stanley.