The world is full of water, and that is the sea. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info bottle full of water, that's also the sea. He drifted in the sea in a bottle, chasing the light of hope on the surface of the sea. The sparkling and beautiful waves, like the moonlight shining into the deep sea, and there were invisible schools of fish and corals around him, but he only floated upward, a huge strong impulse that could not contain other thoughts, and made him struggle to rise.

He stretched out his hand to the sparkling surface of the sea, ten, eight, seven...... Two meters, one meter, finally rushed out of the sea. However, the light that had been sprinkled on the surface of the sea, and now it fell on him, turned out to be red.

Bright red, deep red, unclean and ominous red, full of malice that people cannot understand.

The light shone down from above, but it was not the canopy he imagined—there was no canopy at all, there were no stars, no sun, no moon, and no other imaginary light source, it was just a "face" as wide as a canopy, and it was impossible to describe this "face", it was certainly not correct to say that it was a plane, it was not correct to say that there was a specific outline, and it was not possible to feel the volume and shape, it was just there, covering the whole sky as far as the eye could see.

Only then did he realize that the sea he was floating in was nothing more than water in a huge bottle. And the light source is the "eye" that is wide open on the "face" like the canopy of heaven - it is different from the "eye" that is usually visible, and it is not the same "eye" as in the normal imagination, but when I see it, I only think that it is an "eye" in my heart.

The eye peeked out from the mouth of the bottle, and the ominous light that was as red as blood was the "gaze" of this eye.

A gaze full of malice, a gaze full of malice. The incomprehensible malice is even more terrifying than the incomprehensible "face" like a canopy of heaven.

I didn't expect to see such a scene beforehand, but if I thought about it beforehand, how would I react at this time? Still crazy? Will you still scream?

Probably yes.

Takakawa could no longer imagine it, the huge impact beat his soul with a torrent he had never experienced, and by the time he realized it, he was already screaming.

"Ahhhhh

He couldn't sort out what the crazy emotions were rolling in his heart, what were the thoughts that were overwhelmed by fear. It is even impossible to analyze whether this scene means "victory" or "defeat".

In the midst of that inexorable fear, he just said to himself over and over again, like a madman: I arrived, I arrived, I arrived, I arrived......

I arrived at a miracle.

It's just that miracles don't make people happy, and it's not what everyone once imagined.

After all, isn't a miracle just "something extremely difficult to do, something extraordinary"?

Now, indeed, it is "unusual".

……

Someone was pushing his shoulder, and Takakawa opened his eyes hard in a panic of his heart stopping. It was only when he opened his eyes that he realized that he had a nightmare, and he could not forget the sea in the bottle, the malicious eyes outside the bottle, and the self floating in the sea screaming madly. He felt that he was really crazy, because that kind of screaming was something he never thought he would do, and only his crazy self, who couldn't control himself, would let out such a scream. But when you open your eyes, it's like waking up from a nightmare, and looking back on the nightmare, although it's still terrifying, and it sends chills down your spine, and you can't forget the deep fear, but the absurdity, the malicious outline, all become clear, and you can't find the specific thing that makes you crazy—it's like, though it's ridiculous, it's just that, it's malicious, but that's it, it's frightening, it's just that, it's not serious enough to make yourself so out of shape.

Even so, the heart seemed to stop, breathless, and the back and forehead were covered with cold sweat, but these physiological reactions were still strong. Gao Chuan breathed deeply as if he had been holding his breath for tens of thousands of years, and then reacted, and someone woke him up from that nightmare—no, he suddenly woke up again as if he had just woken up from his sleep: he immediately realized who he was.

I am Takakawa, a prosthetic Takakawa, a staged Takakawa who executes the Super Takakawa plan, and a prosthetic Takakawa who executes the plan of Dorothy and the color system. I shouldn't fall asleep here, no, after all, "falling asleep" is simply a fantasy for the prosthesis, and any "dream", especially "nightmare", is an omen, and it must be the intervention of some mysterious force in the dark.

And, he knew why he was here, from the past to the present, through that nightmare of the "sea in a bottle", until this moment, he was executing a clear goal.

If everything you can feel and remember is connected by a single logic, you can only come to one conclusion: whatever the current situation is, it is after the "miracle" or the "miracle" itself. It is the role of the "program" that pushes itself into this situation.

So, what does the situation look like in front of you?

Prosthetic Takakawa subconsciously uses his will to activate the "brain hardware", "retinal screen" and "all the observation systems of the prosthesis", however, there is no response, as if he has gone crazy himself, so he fabricated these unknown ghosts. What catches your eye is the perspective of ordinary people, without any instruments and data, everything is bright and vivid, but it is extremely one-sided. It is not a detector or a retinal screen that receives information, but the physical parts such as "eyeballs", "noses", "ears", and "skin", which are also vivid, warm, real and fragile.

The heart is beating, you can see the cyan veins on the wrist, the smell is so real, but it is so blurry, all the good and bad tastes, it is difficult to distinguish clear levels and types, and it is difficult to directly analyze how good and how bad, all the information is mixed together, and it pours into the brain. The brain does not have the assistance of the brain hardware, and it cannot conduct deeper analysis, cannot draw more detailed conclusions, and at the same time loses the auxiliary knowledge information, only the poor memory storage brain cannot even achieve one percent of the efficiency of the brain hardware.

Most of the knowledge has disappeared, the physical abilities have been greatly weakened, and the ability to observe has degenerated to the point where it can only make people confused, all of which are extremely unbearable. The rapid beating of the heart, the difficulty of breathing calmly, the unmanageable activity of internal organs, and the unrestrained nerve reflexes all reveal a very obvious fact:

He has become an ordinary person, an ordinary person, as if he has never been in contact with the mystery, and he has never possessed the mysterious power of "Gao Chuan".

Prosthetic body Gao Chuan, no, at this time can only call himself "Gao Chuan". He thought, of course, the taste in his heart is mixed, however, such a change means that he is indeed in some kind of abnormality, and this abnormality may mean from a certain point of view, that "the plan is in progress", all the difficulties, all the madness, all the weakness and all the unbearable torture, all the results of the "plan passing".

So, where is the "river"?

Thinking of this, Gao Chuan suddenly remembered that someone pushed his shoulder and "woke him up" from the "nightmare". So, where is that person?

He looked around suddenly, and immediately found a familiar student sitting on the table next to him, looking at him with a grin, as if he had been watching—"That's funny, Takakawa, what kind of dream did you have?" He said this as if he were looking at a fool who had just woken up and was still in ignorance.

Gao Chuan immediately realized that the place where he was a "classroom", the student in front of him was a "classmate", a boy as old as himself, and he was by no means a "young man" who had gone to college, but a high school student who had not yet reached adulthood. Information naturally came to mind: I am only seventeen years old now, and I am an honor student and class leader in this school.

The male classmate who was teasing him was also familiar to him, because he was sitting at the back table and was a "good friend" in the class, but he couldn't remember the name for a while.

And all this information about himself at this time made Gao Chuan have an inexplicable and extremely deep sense of familiarity. In his memory, he definitely did not go to this high school, but the information about this high school was so detailed, just as the student cadres who had been in the school for two years could understand.

My own memories seem to be divided, but they seem to be merging together, strange and blurry.

"I ...... ...... the hell I" Takakawa didn't respond to this good friend's joke in time, just stunned.

"Not awake yet? You're sleeping too deeply, it's rare. The male classmate was a little puzzled, "Hey, are you okay?" Not feeling well? ”

"No...... I...... It's just ......" Gao Chuan felt that his brain was not enough, all reactions were stiff, and too many thoughts came up, making him rub his temples involuntarily. Everything in front of me is "normal", but because it is "normal", it is "weird", so it must be incomprehensible to those who are not in the know, but this is how Takakawa feels.

"I'm just a little tired, and I want to lie down again." Gao Chuan paused and chose to say so. He needed more time, alone to quietly digest all this in front of him.

"Oh......" The male classmate didn't resist, but he was still a little worried, glanced at Gao Chuan, and said, "Then you can lie down, if you are really uncomfortable, you can leave early, by the way, if there is anything you can help with, just call me." Saying this, he looked at Gao Chuan's face again before walking towards the back door of the classroom.

Takakawa's body relaxed and crawled on his desk. Now he found that although the schools were different, the style of the desks and chairs under him was the same, and the size, size, shape, inclination, and even the nicks on them and other details were all very familiar, and they were rediscovered from the depths of memory and feeling.

That's right, when I was in high school, I was like this: in the classroom, I used this desk and chair, I was familiar with every student in the class, I was a serious honor student with teachers and students, and I was naturally a class leader from the first year of high school - kindergarten, elementary school, and junior high school all the way, and I was also one of the leaders and speakers in the group.

However, I am a prosthetic Gao Chuan, and the things I am most familiar with start after the completion of the prosthetic transformation, so what was my self before the prosthetic transformation? It seems that the explanation is now being explained, which is what I feel now: a normal body, an ordinary academic experience of an honor student.

I didn't "die", but it was like returning to a past that I had forgotten a long time ago, and it was like a past that I had never experienced, but it was full of déjà vu.

So, in such a familiar, normal but extremely strange "past", where is "Jiang"?

Is all this caused by the "river"? Is it the result of the execution of the "program"? Or is it a combination of both? That's all I can say. Takakawa has not forgotten anything, but he can't remember anything clearly, only the madness and fear left in the nightmare, and his intention to break through this madness and fear, is clear and stubborn.

He now knows what to do.

No matter what the situation is around you, there is always a clear goal: to find the "river".

Everything is difficult, the mystery no longer seems to exist in himself, the terrible power he once possessed has disappeared, and he is like a mortal, but this difficulty is nothing compared to what "Takakawa" has experienced, and everything that those people have done to get here—in the life of a mysterious expert, such desperate difficulties abound and have always existed.

In the face of difficulties, find ways to overcome them and achieve their goals, instead of thinking about how difficult they are, this is the practice of mystery experts.

Gao Chuan's mind began to clear, the muddy nightmare that seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare, was being relieved by harder and thicker nerves, he picked up the textbook, as he habitually did, flipping through it, waiting for class, communicating with classmates, waiting for the end of class, until the end of school. All the things that an "honor student" in the eyes of others will do are all things that he is accustomed to and take for granted. It's not "difficult", it's not "surprising", it's not "exclusion" or "jealousy", it's just inertia, it's just a normal life that doesn't need to think about "whether it's really good".

Doing everything a student should do in the way of an honor student, including asking questions, solving exercises fluently and correctly, solving class affairs, organizing various activities, and guiding order, may be boring and difficult for others, but for him, it is as simple and simple as "drinking water and breathing".

Yes, drinking water and breathing are just as natural and easy, there is no difficulty, rather, life is like that.

Arrive at school in the morning, start class, get out of class, and leave school.

And in these unchanging daily routines, Gao Chuan tries to use his weird sensitivity to find the abnormal, intolerable to such ordinary school daily movements.

When you come here yourself, you can't be placed like this, and you are not allowed to do nothing.

Time is meaningless, place is meaningless, and contact with people is meaningless - until the anomaly is found, Takakawa's social interaction is normal, but his heart is unusual.

It seemed destined that something like this would happen, and on this day, the "good friend" at the back table came to talk after class:

"Takakawa, do you remember the old toilet?" He asked.