In a dark world of consciousness, all memories fell silent, and all fragments of consciousness fell asleep.

It's a world where you can't see light, and it's a world full of decadent colors.

Full of devastation and fragmentation in the eyes, even if Van Gogh is reincarnated, Nietzsche is reborn, Picasso is reborn, and the imagination of the ancestors is gathered, it is impossible to depict the inherent colors of this world.

It's this world that is barren to death.

Yes, there is!

In the darkness, there seems to be a voice saying that when ignorance reigns in all corners, the world will cease to exist.

Countless fragments of consciousness sank here, sinking into the endless abyss, sinking to the Yellow Spring to the ground.

Darkness seems to be eternal, if there are no accidents.

But......

There are always accidents in the world.

It's as if four billion years ago, a big bang on the primordial solar nebula destroyed hundreds of millions of planets and gave birth to countless new stars. In this desolate universe, all planets are dust.

But one of those specimens of dust, after a billion years of gestation, bursts into a different color, and this is the earth!

The birth of the earth was a beautiful accident.

On the earth, after countless years, in the lifeless lands and seas, there is a great and miraculous substance, which is everywhere but not looked at, they are the source of destiny, and they are the end of destiny, they are - bacteria.

And so life began!

No one can verbalize the origin of the source, because the origin itself originated before the emergence of cognition.

It's as if in this world of consciousness that is so barren that it is dying, suddenly a fragment of consciousness is unwilling to sink into loneliness, so it floats to the heart and releases a chaotic memory fragment.

A hungry wolf is thrown into the flock, and a catfish is released into the tank.

There was a flash of lightning and thunder, and the whole world of consciousness began to tremble, and began to wake up in trembling.

There was a darkest light, different from the other darkness, shining down from the sky.

Because it is dark, it is different from other darkness, because it is dark, and other darkness has become synonymous with light in front of this beam of black, so this world of consciousness begins to be lit up and lit up again.

All the memory fragments floated out of the abyss, put back together.

But there is no rule, no key, no door, only a chain of memory that has been arbitrarily edited, assembled and modified.

People who possess such a chain of memory are affectionately called neuropathy in contemporary medical circles.

But even so, there is an essential difference between vegetative and neuropathy.

Finally, at the level of the conscious world, a strange and familiar, dazed and helpless voice quietly sounded: "I...... Be...... Who? ”

The echo resounded through the world of consciousness, and the aftermath lingered endlessly.

There was no response, only an echo.

No other consciousness remains, and all the fragments of consciousness that are mixed together resonate and collectively raise a question: Who am I?

It's a long process.

When all the voices were questioning, a consensus was formed between the fragments of consciousness, and they were integrated, and a new consciousness was born on this level of the void world!

Or is it a resurrection?

This new consciousness represents thousands of fragments of consciousness and raises the first question: Who am I?

A voice asks, "Who the hell am I?" ”

Thousands of voices are asking, "Who am I?" ”

Countless voices couldn't stop asking, and the black light that fell from the sky couldn't help but burst out with a curse: "Wang Qiang, you fool, your head is funny, right!" ”

As a result, the dead and deep world of consciousness was completely boiling, and in the barren world, everything began to have a unique color.

"Who's scolding me?"

Wang Qiang slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on a narrow and dirty bed, a doll combing a small tiger's head was holding a broken bowl with a notch to his mouth.

This doll ...... He has a pair of bright and transparent eyes, and he is looking at himself curiously and pleasantly surprised at the moment!

Wang Qiang licked his lips, and a fresh and beautiful taste filled his taste buds, it was fish soup.

It turned out that the child was feeding himself fish soup.

"Ah Gong, he's awake! He's awake! The little doll shouted loudly, and the big broken bowl in the little hand was put on Wang Qiang's hand, and he shook off his little feet and ran out of the door.

Wang Qiang held the broken bowl and looked around.

It was a makeshift shanty, crudely crafted and shabby, sheltering from the wind and rain, but not from the dampness. If you live in such a place for a long time, you will get sick.

At this time, a scrawny old man lifted the hanging cloth that served as a curtain and poked his head in, and looked at him with timid cloudy eyes.

Slowly observing the surroundings, Wang Qiang felt that everything was very unfamiliar.

"Where is this?" Wang Qiang raised his head and asked.

Hearing Wang Qiang speak, the old man's hanging heart finally relaxed, after all, zombies can't speak.

"Housheng, you finally woke up, and after sleeping for many days, I treat you as a dead man." The old man walked into the house and said with kindness.

Wang Qiang looked around in a daze, and slowly walked out of bed, but he felt weak and weak, and seemed to be unable to stand steadily.

"It's ...... Where? Wang Qiang asked.

The old man stepped forward to catch the big broken bowl placed in the corner of the bed, and then replied: "This is the boundary of Dongtian Town, where are you from in the future?" ”

"yes, where am I from?" Wang Qiang held his head and meditated, but he couldn't think of anything.

At this time, Mao Mao, who was tiger-headed, poked his head out from behind his grandfather and looked at Wang Qiang like a monster.

"You don't remember where you came from?" The old man asked again.

Wang Qiang shook his head indifferently, he really couldn't think of where he came from.

"Maomao, go next door and call the doctor to take a look." The old man was not sure what the situation was, so he thought of a professional.

As soon as Mao Mao heard Ah Gong's words, he immediately ran out of the house, and Mao Mao's voice could be heard from afar: "Uncle drunkard, that person is awake!" ”

After a while, Mao Mao returned to the house and brought back a middle-aged sloppy man who smelled of alcohol.

The man burped, then walked up to Wang Qiang unceremoniously and stretched out his hand to touch Wang Qiang's face.

Wang Qiang was extremely weak, but his instinct was still there, and when he saw that the sloppy man wanted to touch his face, he didn't think about it at all, and he was a block.

"Ouch, my hand, it hurts, it hurts." The drunkard yelled in pain.

Seeing this, Old Man Chen hurriedly said: "Don't be afraid, this is a doctor, I'll take a look at the situation for you." ”

Doctor? This word is extremely familiar, and three figures flashed in Wang Qiang's mind, and the young and beautiful apple face of one of them made Wang Qiang feel close and warm.

"It turned out to be a doctor." Wang Qiang suddenly realized and thought for a moment.

After the oolong, the drunkard doctor had a good temper and was not angry, and helped Wang Qiang do a simple examination.

"This person is not sick, his body is as strong as a cow, if you want me to see it, he must have a bad brain and amnesia! That's right, it's amnesia, and I can't cure my brain if it's broken. The drunkard doctor hiccuped and came to a conclusion.

Since ancient times, it has been said that there is no medicine for the brain-dead, and the drunkard doctor has seventeen or eighteen medical books in his abdomen, and hundreds of prescriptions, but he can't cure the brain-dead.

After thanking the doctor, Mr. Chen offered a herring right as a medical fee, and the drunkard doctor finally accepted it with a big grin.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen, how embarrassing this is, then I'll go back first." The drunken doctor returned to his lodgings with a herring fart.

Old Man Chen sent the drunkard doctor away, and said to Wang Qiang, who was squatting on the ground and thinking hard: "Since you can get up, come out and eat something, you haven't eaten for a few days." ”

At the dinner table, a stack of green vegetables, a few coarse grain buns and a small bowl of fish soup were placed in front of Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang's appetite, which had not appeared for a long time, was awakened by the fresh fragrance of fish soup, and it was a gobbling meal on the table, and Mao Mao, who was sitting next to him, was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.

"Eat slowly, be careful to choke." Old Man Chen said with concern.

"Uh-huh...... Choke! Wang Qiang nodded while eating, although this coarse grain bun tasted a little choking, but the taste was still very good.

"What's your name?" Old Man Chen asked.

"They said my name was Wang Qiang." Wang Qiang replied.

"Who?" Old lady Chen shuddered, could it be that there was still a companion in the water that day that the baby was not fished?

"I don't know." Wang Qiang remembered the strange darkest light and replied honestly.

Old Man Chen knocked his pipe on the table, thinking that the words of the drunkard doctor were really true, this baby was young and had a lot of strength, but his head was broken, what a pity.

"Xiaoqiang, do you have a place to go?" Old Man Chen asked.

"Huh? Where to go? Wang Qiang asked.

……

As a result, the people of this small place known as the No. 3 settlement knew that the old man Chen Ajin's family had picked up a big fool.