Almost instantly, my body couldn't move, and the numbness of being unconscious felt like my body didn't belong to me in the first place. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Completely deprived of my freedom, my limbs immediately became a little limp and weak, and I felt as if my hands and legs were fixed by something, and I felt as if I had been numbed.

Now I am like a vegetative person whose whole body is paralyzed, and I have completely lost the ability to take care of myself at this moment.

As this terrifying numbness spread rapidly throughout my body, my entire body lost its ability to control itself completely for unknown reasons in an instant.

This situation made me feel very nervous, and in addition to the fact that my limbs were uncontrollable, my whole body felt as if it were floating in the air. What's even more incredible is that I feel as if my body is constantly spinning slowly in the air, and as the pace of rotation increases, I feel that my body is slowly melting little by little, until the whole body finally melts into a puddle of yellow water. It was held in the center by a milky white vessel, and with a slight shake the water began to slowly become clear. Eventually, it began to coalesce again, and finally returned to what I used to belong.

Because I was bound by an invisible force, I was a little anxious in my heart. I tried to fight back, but I couldn't feel any strength in my body.

I don't know what the reason is, my body is completely out of my control. After struggling with my mind for a long time without any result, I had to give up my plan to continue resisting in frustration.

But after a while, I still felt that I couldn't just give up so easily. If I give up at this time, maybe the next moment will mean the end of my life. Out of the instinct of survival, I could only shout silently in my heart: "Hurry up and let go of me, who will come and save me, help, kidnapping the living, going to die。。。。。。 ”

But no matter how violently my heart struggled, or with a desperate expression and a heart-rending cry. None of these efforts have changed the status quo. In addition to not working, on the contrary, after a violent internal struggle, my brain has become a little abnormally tired.

Quietly placed there, my brain had become a little quicker due to the lack of oxygen, but even so, I continued to struggle to think about what happened before these events. What is happening now forces me to go through everything that has happened so that I can have a clear idea in my head.

yes, wasn't my arm slashed with a knife by that hot-blooded thug? After being slashed with a knife, almost the entire arm was torn off. To my surprise, I didn't feel the pain of a broken arm, but I was able to use my remaining hand to fight harder and harder.

I didn't even care if I was badly injured, and my whole body was as brave as if I had been beaten. When he finished cutting me, I remember that my eyes were red, and I went up and gave him two feet in the face, and even knocked off his two front teeth.

When the little gangster saw that one of my arms was broken, he could continue to PK with him so violently, and his will was completely broken, so he could only drop the knife and get up and run away with a wolf howl.

As soon as the others saw that the boss had run away, a group of people dispersed in a hurry. When they were almost gone, I came back to my senses and cared about my slashed arm.

I began to wonder why my arm was about to break and it didn't hurt much, and I noticed that there was only a little bit of blood coming out of the wound. After careful observation with the help of the street lamp, I was surprised to find that some of the wounds were exposed with light blue electric sparks, and the flesh was blurred. These things are like the stuff inside a communication cable, but it's finer than that. Threads much thinner than a human hair stretched outward at the same time, and clusters emerged from the broken arm, between the bones and muscles, and then more fibrous threads with tiny sparkling pale blue electric sparks were exposed as the broken arm was pressed by the muscles.

The interweaving of these dense threads and flesh made people feel sick for a while, and after a long time, my stomach began to tumble.

Seeing that the inside of my arm would be as strange as in the fiber optic cable, it was now that I began to cry wolf. I was even a little overwhelmed by the current situation, and in a panic, I instantly felt that my future was beginning to become uncertain.

My own accomplices had already left me to chase after the gangsters, a group of people were still here a moment ago, and now I am the only one left alone in the dim streetlight.

At this time, I was so seriously injured that I couldn't care so much, and after I got rid of my panic and dropped the knife in my hand, I sat down under the dim street lamp on the side of the street and cried.

I don't know how long I had been sitting there and staring straight at the threads that had been flashing with pale blue electric sparks, and finally when I sat there crying dry and my heart finally calmed down, my mind raced to think about the reason for all this series of events.

What the hell is going on, what's going on inside my arm? How so? These things I remember only appear in those robots in fantasy films, am I not human? Am I a robot? But how is this possible, I was conceived and given birth by my mother in October.

I fainted under the street lamp in the small alley, but where is this now? It doesn't feel like I'm living in a hospital emergency room, and it's not like I'm in an operating room. How could I be in such a strange place? And I can't move at all.

What's wrong with me, how did I become the way I am? What is the matter with this huge domed room in the brain's consciousness that has been painted milky white throughout? What is it about this place, where there is not even a human figure but me? Is this just a continuation of a dream? After I didn't know that I was there now, my heart seemed even more anxious.

Still feeling uncontrollable, I immediately realized that my life was under a serious threat from the outside world, and more and more dangerous and uneasy signals came to my mind, all the uneasy signals quickly condensed in my mind, and then these signals began to amplify in my mind, and finally pressed my central nervous system, stimulating every brain cell that could judge things, so that finally a strong, almost desperate sense of fear formed in my heart. This irresistible feeling of fear left me feeling down, my heart beating faster, and my whole body trembling. Like a lamb to the slaughter, I felt the shadow of death seem to have enveloped me.

I want to break free, fight to break free. But just as I was trying to get rid of this invisible bondage, suddenly my brain was no longer wandering, and my subconscious told me that my brain had begun to control my body again.

At the critical point of life and death, when self-control was restored, I suddenly opened my eyes to see the wonderful world again.

Looking at the world still clearly unfolding in front of me, breathing in the fresh air, I couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion in my heart.

"Thank God for giving me a new lease of life and allowing me to return to the real world once again." I no longer felt the existence of despair and fear, and at this time I silently prayed to myself in my heart.

Even though I was free, when I opened my eyes, I was completely stunned by what I saw.

Let's start with my environment. My current situation is that my entire body is suspended in the air, and I am placed in a light blue crystal glass transparent incubator about three meters above the ground, and under the incubator there are countless light blue slender hoses thinner than a human hair, penetrating the light blue glass cover and inserting directly into various parts of my body.

There seemed to be nothing to bind my hands and legs, and I was suspended in the air in a crystal glass box, unable to move myself.

I felt like my whole body was no longer my own, except for the consciousness of my brain. On the ground, four silvery-white, massive, robotic-like objects formed a lotus-like structure, and they gently supported the clear crystal glass incubator that carried me.

In addition to the silky tentacles that were constantly gently touching my body, the lotus-petal-like thing was also directing the countless thin pale blue tubes between these antennae and me from time to time to gently touch some parts of my body.

They didn't feel comfortable or uncomfortable on me, and I didn't feel a trace of pain. At this moment, except for the consciousness of my brain that belongs to me temporarily, the rest of my body does not seem to belong to me.

I was like a baby in a box, under the repeated touch of the tentacles, I felt that my body began to slowly melt into a pool of crimson water again, and after half an hour the pool of water began to become transparent, and then the pool of water began to slowly condense, and finally formed a new me.

I thought about this incredible process countless times in my mind, and it made me feel a fear that I had never felt before. If this wasn't just a dream, these things really completely subverted my perception of reality.

Yes, if you were to ask me how I felt in my dream before I opened my eyes in a half-empty crystal incubator, then that would probably be the best description.

At the moment, I can't care so much, I can't care about what happened to my body, what happened to the water that melted my whole body? I don't have to wonder where the hell this is, or what the light blue sparks of the threads in my arms are.

Now all I think about is how to escape, I want to live. I'm terrified of an environment that has completely upended my perception of reality, and now I don't wonder what all this is all about. I don't think about what happened to me in the past.

Am I just a robot? Or is it all an illusion of intense pain? If this assumption is not true, the assumption that it is a robot will not be true. I can attribute all my previous feelings to a dream, but how do I explain it now that I'm plugged in a hose?

But if I'm not a robot, how do I explain the threads with pale blue sparks? Who am I? Isn't it Chen Xinyao? If not, who would I be? How did I end up here? How could I be like this? How can I get out of here now? The horror plots of those horror TV series flashed in my mind again, or the horror human biochemical test scenes that were directly displayed, and I was already a little panicked, struggling like a trapped beast, and as this feeling became stronger and stronger, the thought that I wanted to escape from here immediately filled my mind.

But suddenly, I was reminded of my broken arm, the sparkling blue threads. My mind was completely confused, and I began to doubt my original identity again.

Am I really a robot? As the descriptions of robots in my mind and the blockbusters on TV surfaced, I was deeply confused by an incredible feeling. I began to feel an unprecedented hopelessness, even a loneliness beyond reality, or an unacceptable sadness. I thought a lot in my brain, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt that my head became heavier, and my breathing became more rapid, and I even felt a little suffocated.

Just when I felt my head explode, all of a sudden I felt my heart start beating violently at some point. And every time I beat like thunder, the feeling made me breathe short, and the heavy pressure on my heart made my blood flow faster. As my heart beat overloaded, the blood began to flow rapidly throughout my body again, and the flow of blood made my strength recover rapidly, and soon my whole body trembled violently.

Yes, I feel like my whole body is being controlled by my brain again. Thank God, my legs are still on my body, my hands, my head, and even my severed arm looks like it's intact at the moment. I still can't move, but fortunately, everything in my body is still mine. I'm not dead. Still alive and feeling well all over now.

I was overjoyed to regain control of my body, and as this joy grew, I began to pray incessantly in my mouth. Let the Buddha bless, Jesus bless, God bless. With a quick repetition of different beliefs, I admit that I was actually very timid when my life was threatened with death.

I remember when I was in junior high school, I went to the river on a weekend morning to recite English, and before I knew it, I was surrounded by three teenage children. They had cigarettes in their mouths and a foot-long bladed knife with a blood groove in their hands. When they put the knife on my chest, back, and waist, I was stupefied on the spot. Not only did I give them all the money, but I also called each of them sir.

At this moment, really, when I once again felt clearly that my life was once again under serious threat of death. My brain began to spin in a state of joy because of the extreme fear, and the instinct to escape suddenly turned into a deep worry.

Just as my brain was about to collapse thinking about various death problems and escape plans, my eyes, which had been looking directly at various instruments, suddenly saw the lotus-shaped manipulator beneath me stop moving.

As they stopped instantly, the thin tubes that reached into my body all shrank into the lotus manipulator's hand at the same time. After all these actions were completed, I heard a sound in this room like a 100-level operating room, "The item has been maintained, everything is normal, the inspection is over, and the system is requested to be shut down." The synthesized mechanical sound.

After this passage is said there is a countdown from ten to the beginning. Even though I'm still floating in the void in that clear crystal incubator until now, I'm still excited when I hear the computer-synthesized sounds.

Because it was a human voice, I could understand it, and even though she treated me like an object, I wasn't angry at all. Because it's okay, I'm still alive, and I'm still alive in this world, on earth.

Maybe, maybe it's all a game, a dream, a broken arm, a pale blue spark, something melted and restored, everything is a dream, everything is illusory. Wasn't it just a dream? Maybe this is just a national high-level medical room, aren't all those national high-level laboratories played in the movie like this now?

Well, yes, maybe, it's not as serious as you think. Looking at the intact arm, I began to think crankily.