I could suddenly feel myself, I felt like I was dreaming, and I was like a floating corpse floating from the bottom of the sea to the surface in my dreams. When I have this thought, I look up and see the light refracting from the water. These rays of light ripple in the sea like twists and turns of silk threads, and when they shake with the waves, it seems to have life. It's beautiful, it's bright, and it's desirable. I suddenly realized that I was not in the water, it was all just an illusion, a dream, otherwise why didn't I feel suffocated?

The water was so calm that I could hear my heart beating. Then there was a whooshing noise, and I thought it was my own blood flowing. I think I should think about why I'm here, dreaming like this, and what happened to me before. Despite this thought, there was a strange sensibility that made me sink into such calm water.

Here, safety and peace are like a kind of temperature, massaging my whole body, as if a huge hand gently lifted me up and closed it in the palm of my hand, but no one was afraid that this huge palm would suddenly close and pinch myself to death like a worm.

I was silent, floating in sensual, warm, bright water. In comparison, what happened before waking up was so dark, dangerous, and terrifying.

There was a voice whispering in my ear, I couldn't hear clearly, but I knew it was telling me to rest. I was tempted to do what it said, but just as I was about to do so, a stubborn emotion stopped me.

Whether to rest or not to rest, there is no right or wrong in my consciousness, but it is just a choice. Maybe I stopped, caught my breath, and left this body of water in less hurry, away from this illusion and dream. It doesn't have anything to do with it, but even if I have that breath, I can't completely let go when I'm soothing.

This breath is held in my heart, and the more I stay here. The more it gets depressed. I began to feel depressed, and even the peaceful atmosphere here was no longer as strong as it had been.

I suddenly felt my body. The body was stiff, and I stayed in the water as if there was a diaphragm that enveloped me and separated me from the body that I could perceive. I felt like a pale, lonely soul just floating in the water and doing nothing.

So, I wanted to float.

When I had such a strong emotion. I started to float.

There was no resistance, but the more I floated, the more the calm and peaceful atmosphere left me, and the more I floated, the colder I felt, and the more dim the light refracted from the water. It's a bit of a counterintuitive, but I'm not surprised. Start here. The closer you get to the surface, the deeper the water becomes. It was dark, and gradually there was a kind of terror, which grew in the water where there was nothing, and even the light that was refracted and swayed with the waves became like a demon dancing. It's hard to dive back into the water.

I suddenly felt that this was not supposed to be the case in the water, and I suddenly had an impression of the water, as if the deeper you go, the more frightening things are hidden.

I was obviously on the rise, but it was even more eerie, weird, and terrifying. Instead, it makes people feel like they're sinking.

So, am I floating or sinking? Is it struggling to leave, or is it struggling to sink?

I couldn't figure it out more and more, but the breath in my chest made me never give up on the abomination, even if I was thinking and doubting, even if I plunged headlong into that abominable and terrible environment. I began to feel a sense of mission growing up, and I felt like I suddenly understood why I couldn't just drown in the water like that, no matter how the surface of the water changed, whether it was real or an upside-down abyss, whether I was floating up or sinking, I had to move and swim where I thought I was up.

Because, I can still struggle, I haven't given up yet, and I still have what I want to do. No, the bigger reason is that I can still feel myself, I'm not dead.

Darkness fell instantly, and the water became cold, as if to freeze my mind, and in this coldness, I felt the hardness of my body more clearly. At this time, I was like a floating soul, but I was pierced by silk threads, brought up, and connected to the stiff body.

How terrifying this cold and dark world was, how the stiff body and the painful soul that was pierced at this time made people want to turn their heads and dive into the warm water again.

However, a huge, hard will prompted me to pull the threads that pierced my soul and connected my body, and climbed up little by little in that incomparable horror and pain. The water is losing its buoyancy, but I am drawing strength from the pain, and the more I climb up, the more painful it is, the stronger this force becomes.

I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was dying. It was as if I had fallen into hell, surrounded by countless invisible ghosts and tortured me with all kinds of torture instruments, but when I held my breath and pulled at my soul and body in the face of this pain, all these things that stood in my way became as fragile as glass.

I smashed them, smashed them, roared in silence, and shouted my own name - Takakawa!

One of my hands reached out of the water, and I felt like the hand of my own soul, piercing into the arms of my body's skin. My other hand was also put in, and I stuffed my soul into my body as if I were putting on a garment. The invisible but painfully felt thread that pierces the soul and holds it between the soul and the body, sews the soul and the body together at a rapid speed.

Stitch it tightly together.

I shouted.

I heard myself shouting.

It was no longer a silent roar, but a weak but determined cry.

My vocal cords were vibrating, my fingers were vibrating, my body was twitching, my heart was jumping, my blood was rushing. I felt weak and cold, but both the weakness and the cold receded like a tidal wave as I tried to get up.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and a blinding light filled the room. The shadowless lamp overhead, the smell of disinfectant water permeating the surroundings, the white sterile film extending in circles, and the sound of mechanical dripping sounded. Countless waveforms bounce across the screen. What I saw, smelled, and heard, all sketched out in my mind a clear idea that I was in a room like an operating room.

Actually, it's not a new scenario for me. Because. I'm just a patient.

Yes, in many cases, only such a scene can make me recognize the fact that I am a patient with the clearest and strongest feeling.

Such a scene made the figure of Dr. Ruan Li appear in my mind for the first time.

"Mom?" I was a little confused, and I remembered for a moment what had happened the last time I had consciousness.

The alienated right river walked on my consciousness. It was an irresistible attack that impressed me the most, and it made me feel that it fits the word concept of "consciousness walking" the most. In the world of consciousness, the quark turned into a cloud of black smoke and swept me away, followed by the deep, harsh, painful underwater dream.

Dreams naturally have a reason. Dream. In my cognition, it is the disordered stitching of the individual's known information. Its content may be nonsensical, but the faith that makes it together is real.

Of course I don't have that kind of dream for no reason, something must have happened to me, and then the disorder of the information becomes that terrible nightmare.

But. I can't learn from the memories in my dreams what happened to me before I fell unconscious. Even, I can't understand what I'm in and what I'm facing. What kind of situation is it?

I have a strong thirst for Dr. Nguyen Li. Because, we have been separated for a while, and the previous battle against the moon god has almost destroyed the entire peninsula. What is happening on the peninsula makes me worried about the situation of Dr. Nguyen Le and what is happening outside the peninsula. Dr. Nguyen Lê, on the other hand, seems to be the only one who can tell me about these conditions.

Dr. Nguyen Li is the first person I think of when I realize that I am in an operating room-like room.

I moved my body. I had already sat up from the operating table, ignoring the needles stuck in my body, and after subconsciously calling Dr. Ruan Li, I silently combed the situation in front of me.

My body was naked, and although it looked like it was seriously ill, there were traces from the surgery everywhere, but there was no scar left except for the blood vessel being pierced with a needle. I also didn't feel the weakness that had just recovered from a serious illness, I had a strong sense of weakness before, but it was probably the physical strength of the fourth-level magic pattern messenger that played a role, and after a few breaths, I felt that I had reached a state of intact. In the battle against the alienated Youjiang, I was left with heavy injuries both inside and outside the way I fought beyond my own load, but I now feel that if I pull out the needle, I can once again devote myself to that high-intensity battle.

Before I was about to remove the needle from my body, someone walked in and lifted the white sterile curtain, and it was Dr. Nguyen Li in a white lab coat with a hint of tiredness on his face. Her expression was as calm as ever, but her eyelids were puffy and had a grayish black hue, and she had obviously been busy for a long time, and she had invested a lot of energy without getting a proper rest. Even so, I can be sure that she is emotionally stable, as if to her everything she has to do is not a fatal urge, but merely a mechanical task.

The tight, but not hectic stability that exudes from her body makes my heart beat gradually return to stability.

We were silent for a few seconds before Dr. Nguyen Le said to me, "It seems that your recovery is better than I expected." ”

"Mom, what the hell ......is this" I can't describe my thoughts, because there are so many questions, and these questions are so important that they seem to be so complicated that it makes people wonder where to start. For example: is this on the peninsula, if it is on the peninsula, how did this operating room or laboratory survive the fierce battle that almost flattened the peninsula. There is also the situation of the war on the peninsula, as well as the situation outside the peninsula.

The peninsula is dangerous, there is the moon god in the front, there is the alienation of the right river in the back, the fierce battle is in full swing, and my retreat also means that the "five minutes" expected by the rivets may come to naught, at least, if it can be done, the one who plays a key role will definitely not be me. Although I feel guilty that I didn't fulfill my promise, I don't regret it because I have done my best. Before I entered the battle, I assumed that the mysterious organizations on all sides still had many preparations, and my participation was only an added insurance, and my withdrawal, perhaps in the eyes of Rivet and others, was not fatal.

Outside the peninsula, however, it is not unscathed. The four billion black water of the Four Heavenly Courtyard Coconuts and the untrue information revealed by Father Edward have forced me to start from a pessimistic direction in my assumptions about the outside world. I'm very worried about staying in Sakuya and Hachikei, there are already too many people I can't save, and Marceau's problem has already come to fruition, but Sakuya and Hakkei are just two ordinary girls, how can they protect themselves in the end of this repeater world? Although I had made some agreements with John Bull before entering the peninsula to ensure that Sakuya and Hakkei could be helped, how could an ordinary mysterious expert go in the face of monsters like Shitenin Gacoko?

I expected Dr. Nguyen Le to answer the question, but I had to accept the fact that Dr. Nguyen Le was not omnipotent, and neither I nor she was still in the middle of the peninsula, and there was no way to understand the situation outside.

"You don't remember anything?" Dr. Nguyen Le looked at me and said.

I shook my head.

"A while ago, you suddenly left me and ran out talking to yourself, and when you came back, you were injured." Dr. Nguyen Le said calmly, "But that's not the point. The point is that the special medicine injected to you before has made your condition recur. ”

I pressed my temples hard, and it was hard to connect what she was saying to what she wanted to know. However, talking about my condition made me realize once again that I am a patient, both in my own eyes and in the eyes of Dr. Nguyen Li. As for Dr. Nguyen Li, what she said was actually very organized, and it was difficult for me to understand it only because I lacked a large piece of cognition and logic, and that big piece was the basis for Dr. Nguyen Li's words. (To be continued.) )