The world in the dream is always repeated in front of Liu Ling, like a movie that has been watched thousands of times after scene. No matter how wonderful the plot is, repeating it in front of yourself over and over again will always get boring. Not to mention that the plot that keeps repeating is the scene of his own death.

These scenes, like a fog that will never dissipate, are overlapping in front of Liu Ling's eyes.

The world seems to be like this in the first place, and it has never changed.

"Is it again?"

Liu Ling raised his head and looked at another fallen self on the page.

Every time I raised my head, I could see the scene before I died, I looked up, and then stared at myself who committed suicide by cutting my wrists and slowly falling, blood falling from the sky, falling on my forehead, and then soaking the paper little by little, until this world was dyed red.

This is the scene that is constantly repeated in front of Liu Ling now.

There is no change in the slightest, no matter what kind of effort I make, at the end of the day, it is such an ordinary and constant scene.

Liu Ling wanted to sigh, wanted to stand up, wanted to stop the figure that was slowly falling.

It's just that...... Listen.

Tick, tick.

Blood was still flowing in Liu Ling's ears, and the girl who had committed suicide by cutting her wrists was still slowly and unstoppably walking towards death. Her steps were firm, like walking to the other side of a yellow spring with mandala flowers in full bloom.

The world was very cold, and Liu Ling's mind almost gave up resistance.

The world is always so ruthless.

How long can a person's soul resist? Liu Ling didn't have a standard in her heart, and even she didn't know how long she would be able to persevere.

Maybe the next second, maybe the next time, I will completely collapse, and I will be silent in this world of only brushes and portraits, lost in the blood dripping from under my white wrist.

The world is cruel and ruthless.

They seemed to be grinning. It seems to be cold-eyed, and it seems to be doing everything that can make people desperate and wail. They were reveling, running barefoot on the blood-stained avenue, where there was no light, only despair reflected deep in the soul.

"All this is not beautiful."

Liu Ling lowered his head and looked at the blood dripping from under his wrist. She clearly knew that she was experiencing death again, experiencing a broken wrist, and experiencing blood dripping. Experiencing the loss of life.

In this absolutely quiet time and space, Liu Ling vaguely felt that his soul had begun to dissipate, maybe the next second, maybe next time, he would fall into a deep sleep forever and never wake up again.

"Will anyone come and save themselves?"

Liu Ling asked with a smile, but no one answered with a smile. Only blood was cold, and it was moving firmly.

Listen, blood says so.

Tick. Tick, you will never be freed, this is your eternal cage.

The world was still spinning, spinning in front of Liu Ling's eyes. There is not the slightest trace of stopping. At this time, there is no other way out except desperate waiting.

And waiting, always reminds people of the futility of despair.

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"Liu Mengchao?"

Kaichi stood beside Liu Mengchao. Looking at Liu Mengchao's slightly frowning brows, doubts couldn't help but arise in his heart. Why did Liu Mengchao appear here with himself and appear in front of these people.

The base that was supposed to be full of guards. Now it was empty, as if he had known that Liu Mengchao would come here, and the entire base was empty.

"What do we do now?"

Qi Qi squinted his eyes, looked at the three people who fell into a deep sleep, and couldn't help but whisper in Liu Mengchao's ear. Liu Ling, Gao Xiaowan, and Qi Xiaoxiao.

The three of them seemed to be caught in extremely sweet dreams, and even their breathing became imperceptible. Such a situation is simply unimaginable for Kasai. Because the three men seemed to be completely dead, and there was no longer any breath.

"How?"

Liu Mengchao also frowned when he heard Qi Qi's words. He didn't have any idea in his mind, and to be able to come here was just a feeling that suddenly surged up in his heart.

Follow your feelings, this is Liu Mengchao's method now.

Straightening up, Liu Mengchao lowered his head, stared at Liu Ling's completely sleepy face, and then gently sucked it up. I saw him slowly retreating backwards, as if measuring the distance between himself and Liu Ling.

"What is this going to do?"

Qi Qi asked softly in his heart, but he didn't say it. It's just that she seems to have a heart in her heart, and Liu Mengchao's answer on the other side has come to her ears.

I just listened to Liu Mengchao say.

"Observe."

"Observation?"

Qi Qi's eyes lit up, and he was full of incredulity. What does Liu Mengchao want to observe?

Is it Liu Ling's sleeping position? Or is it the girl's tightly furrowed brow at the moment?

Liu Mengchao didn't say the answer, just quietly observed, then raised his wrist and raised his index finger. His index finger is slender, and his nails are transparent and snow-white.

"Liu Mengchao?!"

Qi Qi exclaimed, but Liu Mengchao's erected index finger had already slid over his wrist, piercing the skin and squeezing blood out from under the epidermis.

Liu Mengchao committed suicide by cutting his wrists?!

This ridiculous thought came to Qi Qi's mind, and she wanted to ask Liu Mengchao why she wanted to do this, but she was instantly stunned by the expression on Liu Mengchao's face.

Liu Mengchao's eyes seemed to be filled with power in an instant, like a black vortex that was constantly swirling, absorbing all the light and heat in the blink of an eye.

Tick.

Following instinct, Liu Mengchao lowered his head and watched the blood drip from his wrist. The blood was round, like dew drops falling on lotus leaves.

Now, the dew is about to drip to the ground.

The voice is soft and supple, like a lover's most serene whisper.

As the blood droplets scattered on the ground, Qi Qi subconsciously looked at Liu Ling's wrist. I saw that there was also a deep blood mark on the girl's wrist.

This is......

Qi Qi's crimson eyes lit up instantly. She had figured it all out in an instant. Liu Mengchao didn't want to commit suicide by cutting his wrists, but should take care of Liu Ling's current situation.

In other words......

Liu Mengchao is now trying to wake Liu Ling from his slumber.

But...... What method does Liu Mengchao want to use? Qi Qi shook his head gently, projecting all the doubts in his eyes onto Liu Mengchao's body, waiting for this man's answer.

Perhaps, it's an answer beyond your imagination, right?

Qi Qi secretly guessed in his heart. Liu Mengchao also seemed to feel the doubts in Qi Qi's heart, and he turned his head and looked at the girl standing beside him with a smile.

"Hypnosis, please close your eyes."

Hypnosis, please close your eyes?

Is Liu Mengchao saying to himself? Or is it talking about what he's about to do right now?

He didn't know what to do, so he had to close his eyes. The long eyelashes seemed to feel the girl's uneasy heart at this moment, and trembled slightly.

The lashes are slender and flutter lightly in the sun.

And Liu Mengchao's voice was more gentle than the sunshine, and it gently walked into Liu Ling's ears, and step by step, she walked into her dreamland.

Within that constant cycle of dreams.

"I say, listen."

Liu Mengchao said slowly, the blood that kept dripping under his wrist seemed to have turned into a bridge at this moment, connecting dreams and reality.

At this moment, Liu Ling, who was sleeping in a dream, opened his eyes.

The world is still dark, and I am still in the studio before I die. There is no figure in the near distance, no voice in the distance, the sky and the earth, the universe is desolate, and there is only one person left.

At this moment, the crisp voice sounded in Liu Ling's ears.

The sound is so crisp and so pleasant, it is more intoxicating than the best music, and more intoxicating than the most beautiful scenery.

She looked up and watched as the drops of blood fell from the sky and fell on her white and flawless forehead.

The wings of his nose fanned slightly, waiting silently, and the voice seemed to come from heaven.

That's what the voice said.

"I say, listen."

Listen, listen to the sounds that wake people up.

Listen, listen to the voices that save people from death.

Listen, the blood is dripping, and Liu Mengchao's voice broke into the dream. (To be continued......)

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This is today's first more to say~~~

I'm sorry because I had a bad cold in the afternoon, so I went straight to the hospital to hang up water...... After returning home, I took the medicine and slept until more than 9 o'clock in the evening......

I feel much more comfortable now, and I'm working hard to write.

The next chapter is at 10 o'clock in the evening~~~

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