He tried, like a process without consciousness, a thousand times to bring himself into a state of deep tranquility, where pain is produced by consciousness, and if he does not pay attention to it, if he does not care about it, he will eventually dissolve into nothingness.

Over and over again, I don't know how many times.

After countless tortures in the dark, he finally began to adapt little by little.

The effect was obvious, he could feel that his consciousness had increased a lot, and he could feel another feeling after struggling, even if the pain was more violent, he could resist it.

I don't know if it's a delusion or psychological comfort, but it still excites him.

The only thing that made him feel fortunate was that even a person with more thoughts could not regenerate other distracting thoughts in such a situation, not to mention that he had very few distractions.

Another wave of pain rushed like a wave, and a big wave was followed by countless small waves.

It's just that this time there are more and bigger disturbances, and each time it's shorter.

As soon as he encountered a gap, Xia Chenghao desperately began to try to withdraw from his consciousness, but these attempts often ended in failure, as if the withdrawal only increased the attention to the pain itself. Whether or not he wasted too much energy on the wrong method, he would not regret it, because he would not have time to regret it, because the next wave of severe pain would drown him like a tide.

But every time a wave of severe pain has passed and the consciousness has stabilized a little, a new attempt will begin.

I don't know how long I have endured it, because he can't feel time, there is no external perception, the human concept of time comes from the feeling of breathing and heartbeat, but this is also gone, there is no breathing, no heartbeat, only endless pain, if time can be calculated in this way, then he only remembers that he has counted the pain 420,000 times.

Cycle after cycle, he tried again and again without interruption.

I don't know how many waves of severe pain I have experienced, I don't know how many attempts I have experienced, Xia Chenghao finally began to gradually grasp the trick. There were times when he went into a state of deep tranquility, and the greatly relieved pain was a bliss in itself.

This greatly exhilarated Xia Chenghao, in this desperately dark and silent planet of Gres, this is undoubtedly the light of hope that pierces the darkness, although he does not know what this light of hope can bring to him.

He just wanted to try again, consciously to put himself in a state of isolation from pain, like trying to climb a slippery rock in the rough sea, and although he would eventually fall into the depths, he would get a little respite.

For some unknown reason, his consciousness seemed to be much stronger than before, and although he was still trembling under the impact of severe pain, he did not feel the danger of collapse.

Moreover, I don't know if it's because his consciousness is stronger, although the sharp pain still makes him hurt into the bone marrow, but it seems to be less than before.

Xia Chenghao's efforts soon paid off, and he entered a state of deep tranquility more and more often, and held on for longer and longer, as if he had slowly left the sea water behind him, climbed up a cave where he could stay, and then curled up in a solid cave.

The loss of function in the upper right lobe made him completely lose his sense of space, he was like a piece of driftwood floating in the sea, unable to support it, and only at the lowest point of pain did he get a trace of peace, but only a trace of it.

Or has your endurance improved? Or is it a precursor to a bigger storm?

Xia Chenghao thought helplessly.

However, the mutation finally happened.

Xia Chenghao once entered a state of deep tranquility, and after withstanding ten waves of attacks in a row, this dark and silent world finally changed.

What did he see, was that himself?

Self in the boundless darkness.

Is it a detachment of consciousness, or is it already dead?

Only there was more color in this boundless darkness, red, a vivid red, the color of blood. The red color is not a patch of red glow on the horizon, but it stretches infinitely like the veins of leaves.

The white, the cyan, the tawny, it was like a scene in mysterious space.

The originally dark world appeared in various colors, and Xia Chenghao was surprised to find that everything he saw seemed to be inside his body, maybe it could not be said to be seeing, it was feeling, but it had never been such a clear and strange feeling, this is a phenomenon called inner vision learned in the book.

Yes, in the next place he saw the white, the white surrounded by reticular blood vessels, which was his own brain, and he could clearly "see" how those blood vessels were deeply rooted in his body, and how his brain was entwined by these tiny blood vessels.

He slowly turned himself like a doctor dissecting himself, looked at himself, and suddenly saw something strange, clinging to the lower back of his brain, a small black lump, just above the brain stem.

This thing is very similar to the chip in a computer, and if you zoom in on it, you can even see the dense integrated wiring on it. The word Kappa in the upper left corner, which needs to be magnified 10,000 times to see, is particularly obvious at this moment.

Around it, Xia Chenghao could see the blood vessels and tiny nerves fluctuating slightly, like waves, and it was a painful feeling.

Is that what controls yourself?

Xia Chenghao trembled violently, the scene in front of him suddenly shattered, and he fell into darkness again.

In the darkness, it was as if millions, tens of millions, trillions of meteors were falling like rain, getting denser and denser, coming from afar, and disappearing into the boundless darkness.

Strength?

No, not power!

It's that feeling of having it all.

Yes, it's a feeling called rebirth, the feeling of waking up from countless nightmares, the feeling of having the best life again. At the snap of his fingers, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling filled his consciousness, and his heart moved, almost subconsciously, and he made a simple gesture - open his eyes.

There was a river in front of me, and there were red maple leaves floating on the water, and when I looked up, the sky was gray, like the dark side of the planet Gris.

The pain just now has disappeared without a trace, and even the gunshot wound on his leg is only a faint feeling, which is a slight tremor of the nerve endings in the late stage of healing.

It turned out to be just a dream, a strange dream.

This is indeed a river, a real river, where is this?

Just looking at the sky, I can't tell where I am, and I don't know how long I've been in that state of being unconscious. It seems like you have to find out where you are, a street sign, a person, or something.

Walking along the riverbank, although not fast, does not stop, it is not far from the road, but there is no purpose to wander and help people think. It's just that at this moment, he has a sense of ease, the kind of freedom that comes out of the cage. (To be continued.) )