Pain!

The headache is splitting, and the pain is piercing!

Sang Ziqing slowly opened his eyes, he was lying on a shabby cowhide sofa, with a rickety crystal chandelier above his head, and a miserable white light on the light blue canvas ceiling.

The last time I saw this outrageous whiteness, it was an ex-girlfriend's wedding dress, but he didn't know if there was such a fact as an ex-girlfriend.

"Where is this?" He struggled to sit up and looked around.

The Gothic architecture features moss-covered walls and a strange green liquid oozing from the cracks.

On the carved table, there are several brass candlesticks, and the dark red flames are faintly burning alone.

Several Impressionist portraits are interspersed between candlesticks, and the people in the paintings, without exception, have their eyes detained, and their throats are scratched by repeated cuts.

Sang Ziqing staggered to his feet, his headache still unabated, as if someone had penetrated the temples on both sides of his head with his fingers, constantly stirring his brain.

There is not a shred of useful information in the empty mind, except for a dull first name.

He grabbed a lame mahogany chair and barely supported himself as he walked towards the door.

The simple and solemn iron door was tightly closed, no matter how Sang Ziqing strengthened, he didn't move at all.

"Anyone? Is there anyone there?! ”

He shouted loudly, only his own voice echoing through the empty hall.

The stomach was turned upside down, and the acid mercilessly hit the fragile mucous membrane, Sang Ziqing burped with hunger, but the stomach acid that was surging was sent to his throat at once.

It's terrible! Inexplicably, he was tied up in an old-fashioned manor, brainwashed, without the slightest memory, and his irrepressible hunger was faintly haunting.

Sang Ziqing kneaded his lower throat, trying to relieve the burning sensation of a faint pain, thinking that there might be food in this hall that was barely satisfying his hunger, so he propped himself up and looked for it.

After some searching, Sang Ziqing's headache symptoms were relieved a lot, although he still felt the spikes against his scalp, he could already walk normally.

No! Nothing!

In addition to the damp moss, the viscous liquid, and the statue of the goddess on the fireplace, as if under torture.

The empty and panicked hall cooled the body and mind together, like falling into an ice cave.

Sang Ziqing hugged himself tightly, picked up the matchbox on the table, and threw the old wooden chair into the fireplace.

Fortunately, the fire in the fireplace can be lit so that you don't freeze to death before starving to death.

He roasted his hands and pulled his abdomen tightly with the string on the waistband of his trousers.

Suddenly, debris of dust slipped from the top of his head, followed by a huge mass of rubble.

Sang Ziqing, who was hit the skull, covered his head and retreated, and sat on the back of the cowhide sofa in three steps and two steps.

His gaze gradually moved up with the abnormal commotion, but what happened next made the nerves in his brain twist and stir again.

I saw that the statue of the goddess with mutilated cheeks showed a painful look, and the gray lacquer fell off layer by layer, revealing a distinct texture of flesh and blood.

The holy goddess who gazed at all beings had only rotting flesh on her face, and bulging ugly eyes, and there were still traces of a file on her flattened nose bones.

Cloudy tears poured out of his gray eyes, and drops fell on the side of the burning wood.

A stream of turbid air rushed from Sang Ziqing's lungs to his throat, and together with the rising stomach acid, it blocked the downward air.

Suffocation, unbearable suffocation!

Sang Ziqing swallowed saliva one after another, and finally sent the unblocked breath back to his lungs.

He walked forward, his trembling fingers lingering for a moment on the ankles of the goddess's relief, and he stabbed straight into it. Blood, like the juice of a tomato pricked by a needle, gushed out.

Where is this relief goddess, obviously a living person who has been built into the wall!

Bulging hollow eyeballs, gurgling and turning, watched the young man's figure rampaging blindly through the hall.

Sang Ziqing gasped heavily, not daring to make a sound at all, his chest was as tight as before a summer rainstorm.

Suddenly, his body sank straight into a hollow wooden wall and slammed into it.

The boy fell into the inside of the wall, as if in another world.

Sang Ziqing was frightened, cautiously guarding everything around him.

Cash registers, empty aluminum shelves, old-fashioned black-and-white televisions.

On the walls, there are bizarre pictographs that cannot be called words.

But the six bright red characters hanging above the glass door, Sang Ziqing can clearly recognize:

Youyou Cheap Supermarket.

"What the hell is this place, a mess of stitched otherworlds?"

"If it's a dream, wake up quickly!"

He clenched his fists and pounded the pale pink floor tiles in a rage.

As his brain gradually calmed down, Sang Ziqing realized something: "Supermarket? ”

Since it's a supermarket, it's not like there's no stock.

He scrambled to his feet and weaved his way through the rows of cargo platforms.

Suddenly, boxes of small treats caught his eye.

On the top of the shelf, there are several food boxes arranged in a neat arrangement: big blade meat, fish-flavored shredded meat, Xiaowan can crispy noodles, Arctic ice bags for drinks...

They're all pretty affectionate names!

Sang Ziqing's eyes lit up, stepping on the bottom of the shelf, and climbing up step by step.

His arm, getting closer and closer to the food box.

Suddenly, something strange happened again.

The aluminum bracket of the cargo platform consciously stretched upwards and went straight to the ceiling, as if it was deliberately escaping.

The food box is glued to the top, and it does not move.

Sang Ziqing gasped and jumped down from above.

Even if I finally touched the coveted food box, I am afraid that few people would have the courage to eat it.

He continued to grope along the shelves until he saw a few freezers.

Unfortunately, it was also empty, except for the ice covering the inside, and then there were a few dark red ice crystals, perhaps the traces of hawthorn-flavored popsicles.

Next to the freezer, there is a refrigeration freezer, and the door is ajar.

At the entrance steps, covered with a layer of white snow, several pools of dark red ice crystals of different shapes spread from the steps to the inside of the freezer.

The strange and evil wind made Sang Ziqing shiver, he looked at the half-hidden door, and after a long time, he closed the door of the ice warehouse and walked towards the cash register.

After a few steps, the unbearable headache struck again.

The incandescent tubes of the supermarket flickered and flickered, and suddenly turned into a dazzling and pale light, just like the crystal chandelier in the hall.

Sang Ziqing hugged his head, knelt on the ground and struggled frantically, and the figure of an angel seemed to flash in front of him.

The light blue clothes, the white wings, and the holy light covered the face, and it was impossible to see the specific face.

They whispered in Sang Ziqing's ear: "Live, you must live, only you, and it can only be you!" ”

"Hallucinations? Authentic? ”

I can't tell the difference, I can't tell the difference!