Silence, silence, in the deep darkness around her, Alice's eyes closed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

All she could feel seemed to be the brass key with the rope in front of her.

It swayed, its blur becoming clearer and clearer, and its swing became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped.

Immediately afterwards, pocket watches of the same material but different shapes fell one after another, and the hands on the dial were frantically and irregularly turning.

Alice didn't feel her body, as if she had dissolved into nothingness, drifting forward in the ticking kingdom of pocket watches.

"Come on, Alice... It's just a dream...", a gentle magnetic male voice resounded in this chaotic space.

"That's not a dream, that's ...... A memory, it makes me feel uncomfortable. Alice involuntarily replied to the voice's words.

Her eyelids twitched, and she struggled to make out one of the pocket watches in front of her, the twisted hands of the dial pointing to the only number inside, 13.

The gentle voice sensed the abnormality, and said slowly in a demagogic tone, "Don't be like this, Alice... Take it easy, take your time... Concentrate, now... You feel like you're floating weightless......"

Involuntarily following the instructions of the voice, the pocket watches in Alice's mind disappeared, and countless playing cards swam in the darkness, like schools of bright red fish spiraling and rising.

But the card that flashed in front of her had the same red heart Q as her, turning this weightless scene into a battlefield, with countless white chess pieces and playing card soldiers covering the chessboard of the decisive battle, entangled in a crazy fight.

The battlefield was surrounded by raging flames.

"No, I'm in hell!" Alice's voice wailed in pain, her closed eyes wrinkled together.

"Forget it! Give up that memory, it's meaningless. Go...... Go to Wonderland. The gentle voice also became urgent, and followed the girl's cry.

"I can't. I fell into... My past. The girl's voice suddenly weakened, and she said word by word with a sad aura.

The reappearance of her mind was that she had changed back to what she was when she was eight years old, with a rabbit doll in her arms, watching what had happened when she caught fire eleven years ago.

The twisted figure of either a man or a woman appeared above his head, and his ears were mixed with the chaotic words he heard at the time: "Sergeant, this girl is badly burned, hurry up and call a doctor!" "You'll be fine, kid." ”

Behind the crowd, the burning houses reflected the night sky, and two large and one small black shadows waved goodbye to each other.

"No, Alice, get rid of the confusion and forget about it. Go to Wonderland. The gentle voice seemed to have magical power, and when it spoke, it brought up endless water to extinguish the fire.

The water rose and turned into a river, with trees and grass on both sides.

"I'd rather not, doctor. My wonderland is shattered, and it has no feelings for me. Alice resisted.

"Your choice doesn't make sense, girl. Now, tell me, where are you?" the voice was as gentle as ever, but the question asked was not to be resisted.

Alice felt like she was sitting in a small boat in the middle of the river, drinking afternoon tea with a rabbit in a suit jacket.

"I'm sailing, with a good friend..."The girl's mood calmed down: "I don't know why, everything seems to have changed." ”

"Change is a good thing, it's the first link in the chain of forgetting. A gentle voice said with satisfaction.

But suddenly, Mr. Rabbit on the other side of the boat was trembling, his eyes protruding, and his three-petaled mouth grew to the limit.

"What's going on? are you crazy?" asked Alice, horrified.

"I'm not crazy. A gentle voice replied.

Alice then asked, "Mr. Rabbit, are you alright?"

"Uh......" The gentle voice was stunned for a moment, it turned out that Alice was not asking her own: "What is he doing?"

The rabbit opened its mouth so wide that it tore its jaw, blood flowed down the wound, and one of its eyeballs that was trying to protrude was broken, and it began to tilt its head to the right again.

"What went wrong!?" Alice asked the rabbit with a little hysteria.

"What went wrong? Wrong...... Ahh

Then there was a short cry of pain, and it slashed its head off, and blood splashed Alice's head all over Alice's face like a fountain.

"No! don't!" the girl tried to stop the blood spraying in horror, only to find that the blood had turned into a sticky black asphalt that stained the entire river.

"Don't struggle, Alice. Let a new wonderland emerge. A gentle voice said.

But the viscous asphalt river floated the broken bodies of countless dolls, the hollow doll heads scattered and swayed with the waves, and countless doll arms stretched out in the water beside the boat.

"No!Pollution!Fall!It's going to kill me!Wonderland is ruined!My mind is ruined!," Alice murmured frantically, outstretched arms grabbing her, trying to pull her into the sticky, dark asphalt.

The doctor also sensed the instability of the girl's mental state and began to release the hypnosis: "Forget it, Alice! Stop the dream! Wake up by this voice!"

Alice screamed, pulled into the water by her battered white arms, the darkness eroding her consciousness once more......

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"Alice, it's much better, isn't it?" The gentle tone was as magnetic as it was in the girl's mind during hypnosis.

It was a thin man with round-framed eyes, a beard that was as well groomed as his dark brown hair.

He was sitting at his desk, staring at Alice, half-lying in her armchair with her eyes closed.

The girl opened her eyes and sat up from the chair, covered her head with one hand and said in pain: "My head is about to explode, and there is no cure for the suffocation in my chest......"

"Well, the cost of forgetting is often high. The doctor left the table and walked to the window to look out into the street below.

Alice patted her head vigorously with her hand: "The memory makes me want to vomit, how can I ......"

"Remember something else!" the doctor interrupted the girl.

"I want to forget! Who wants to be imprisoned by memory, alone?" Alice closed her eyes, as if thinking of the days when she lived in the Collins house, and the dark circles under her eyes were now even thicker.

"Alice, you're going to get out of here. The doctor picked up the window frame, turned back and said, "Memories are often not blessings, but curses." ”

Alice became a little irritable: "You've said it, you've said it many times......!

"Then again," the doctor left the window and sat down across from Alice, "the past must be paid for...... Okay, before moving on to the next session, I want you to go to the High Street Pharmacist and get the medicine. ”