"I'm probably really dead!"

Endless desolation echoed in Li Shen's heart, and it was difficult to dispel.

He just came home from the night shift and walked a dark and unlit path, and the darkness gradually consumed his senses.

First sight, then hearing.

By the time he realized that his footsteps were gone, he had lost all ability to perceive external objects and himself.

You can't see, you can't hear, you can't smell, you can't taste, you can't touch it.

It is not even certain whether the self has a body or not.

He seemed to have only a wisp of immortal consciousness left, floating in an indescribable chaotic land.

Time has become the most terrible curse.

Loneliness became his worst enemy.

Extreme sensory deprivation plunged his spirit into an indescribable horror.

He began to hallucinate.

Corpse Oil Candles, Gold Masks, Masked Rallies, Broken Corpses, Blood Marks, Feverish Sacrifices, Wriggling Flesh......

Fortunately, after each hallucination, he regained his senses.

Li Shenzhi speculated that extreme sensory deprivation should cause him to suffer from mental illnesses such as "Bonner syndrome" and "claustrophobia".

"They've all become lonely ghosts, and they're going to be mentally ill?"

Li Shenzhi laughed at himself, with a glimmer of hope in his heart, a glimmer of hope to get out of here.

"Here we go again!"

Li Shenzhi's consciousness trembled.

In the absolute chaos of no sense of space, he once again sensed the arrival of the hallucination.

Light!

Li Shenzhi's consciousness throbbed.

He saw the light!

The dim yellow light lit up faintly in the depths of chaos, dyeing this vain chaotic land with a touch of wonder.

Even though he knew it was a hallucination, he still walked over excitedly.

His brain, deprived of sense, craves all information stimulation!

If not, even if you create your own illusions, you have to deceive yourself and prove that you are still alive.

He saw it.

It was an oil lamp, like a bean, that opened the darkness and illuminated an old desk full of books and newspapers.

A man in a black coat is writing at his desk.

He suddenly looked back vigilantly, his blood-lost pale face was covered with a layer of cold sweat and oil, and he was so nervous that he was twisted and deformed.

The bloodshot eyeballs, which were slightly raised, did not capture any unusual scenery as they turned.

He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, turned his head and continued to write, but his body couldn't stop trembling, and the beads of sweat kept dripping on the letterhead, smudging a little ink ball.

Li Shenzhi, who had seen a lot of hateful hallucinations, didn't care about the man's frightened performance.

He looked around, the edge of the desk that could not be illuminated by candlelight, hollow and chaotic.

- The brain has limited computing power, and it seems that it is not able to render more details.

He suddenly wanted to see what the man was writing?

He instinctively tried to get closer.

He approached and came behind the man.

This step was close, and he was not happy but sad.

- The hallucinations were getting more and more real, and he had never been so close to them before. Each time he watched from a distance, when he tried to get closer, the illusion would quickly collapse and melt into the chaos.

"Crazy, it's not a good thing for me."

Li Shenzhi laughed at himself and looked down at the letter:

——

Elliot, you're right, I shouldn't have continued to investigate.

I have seen the madness of eternity that no words or words can describe, and I have seen the deepest malice on the back side of the universe, the indescribable horror, which violates all the matter, energy and order of the universe.

I was supposed to take the damn curse to hell, but I promised you...... He saw me, and it was too late......

Remember, don't record Him, don't describe Him, don't mention Him in any way, don't even recall Him in your mind...... With alcohol, with drugs, with damn everything...... Paralyzing the brain......

Here He is!

Oh my God, I hear Him creep in the darkness!

The sound was like an ominous wave tearing at my poor, pathetic soul...... Don't think of Him...... Alice...... Laurent ...... God of Disease......

Nope-

What the hell am I doing?

I am blaspheming the great gods!

Iä！ Beings who walk in darkness through the ages, no—Your humble and godly servant, Landon Darius, welcomes Your coming!