As soon as my thoughts arrived, a hazy feeling rushed to my brain, wrapping my thoughts like a piece of gauze and confined to such a small place.

Even if he wanted to continue thinking, he had already been trapped in his consciousness, and with the grogginess of his brain, the whole person fell asleep.

Pocket watches and time, weird and weird, I haven't made a clear distinction yet.

Xie Chen seemed to hear it in the dark, someone was calling him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes.

There were many trance-like hands around, as if they wanted to grasp themselves, and there was a bright light in front of them, as if they were connected to a passage, but they couldn't walk on this passage.

All the hands in a trance were grasping the corners of their clothes, pulling themselves behind them little by little, as if they would never stop if they didn't pull themselves down.

Xie Chen gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, but he didn't need any strength on his body.

Two voices were striking him next to him, as if they were similar to Roald's voice that had just appeared.

But that's the old man on the Misty Island, and he can't get along with this thing, unless he is temporarily replaced by strange talk, otherwise he can't tell who it is talking in his ear.

"Do you know who you are?"

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Do you know why it's you?"

"Do you know where you're going?"

"Do you know how to leave?"

"You don't know ......"

"You'll never know ......"

This voice is like a requiem, a little bit restricting the activity of his brain, and he can't even calm down for a moment to judge who he really is.

Xie Chen roared vigorously, trying to cover it down with his own voice, so that he could get a little respite.

But to no avail.

It was as if he had fallen into a sea, and the sea dragged his body up and down, and his body rose and fell with a wave of waves.

Cold, damp, dark.

In this environment, there are also a lot of chaotic sounds, which linger in the ears little by little.

Xie Chen's pain at the beginning, to numbness at the back, and then to the gradual relaxation at the end.

It seems to have all these voices blocked out to the back of my head.

If you can't hear, you can't hear, but you are floating in such a painful environment, I don't know how long, and in the confusion, even my consciousness begins to dissipate.

"Look at what kind of diary you're writing here?!"

"You shameless thing! Are you worthy of us like this? ”

"Why did I raise such a thing from you?"

A woman's voice, very clear, even sharp, shoehorned into her ears like a hard plug.

In a trance, I seemed to have listened to it many times, and my consciousness was slowly recovering.

I don't know who is saying these things to me, but I can hear that the woman who spoke is very angry, and the object of abuse should be a child or something.

But where is this?

Haven't you been imprisoned by the weirdness itself in the weird world?

Could it be that after being stripped of Misty Island, you can return to the real world?

But if it's the real world, it's not right......

I should be at my aunt's house now, and my aunt's tone of voice is not like this.

Xie Chen struggled to open his eyes, only to find that the flesh and blood on his body had recovered, and he was no longer the same appearance with only bones left.

I don't know where the children on the island are going to take me with them?

The only thing that can be judged is that those children should be the only remaining population in the village, and the only villagers who survived under "Him".

But now that he was no longer on the island, as he looked around, he found himself in a dimly lit and cramped room, with the chandelier above his head swaying in the wind, looking a little shabby.

The shrill voice of the woman she had just heard echoed back and forth in the small room, and with the different messages that came into her ears.

"Daddy, you see you usually don't care about him, right?"

"I'm afraid he learned all these nasty things from you, right?"

"Do you still want to move the one you messed around outside with you?"

As soon as the woman's voice stopped, a rough male voice immediately shouted.

"Me? I'm tired and tired outside every day to make money to support you, you guy, you still talk nonsense to Lao Tzu at home all day long, you're afraid that there is something wrong with your brain! ”

The sound of swearing, screaming, and breaking glass, mixed with many other inexplicable sounds, poured into his ears, and spread and converged in his ears.

Xie Chen stared blankly at the mess in front of him, and in the midst of these battles, a notebook similar to a diary was thrown up, drew a circle on the ground, and quietly spread out in front of him.

Monday, September 12 was fine

The weather was nice today, I saw Xiaohong on the way out of school, I wanted to say hello to her, but was interrupted by a few other people, they wouldn't let me talk to her.

Tuesday, September 13 was fine

Today's weather is very good, the junior high school questions are really difficult, and I was scolded by the teacher again, which is very uncomfortable, but I saw Xiaohong today, she smiled very happily, is there anything happy about it, I am also so happy.

September 15 cloudy day with heavy rain

It suddenly rained heavily today, it was during the rehearsal of the sports meeting, and many students were wet, but fortunately, because the rehearsal of the sports meeting must wear school uniforms, everyone has clothes that can be changed, and the teacher organized male and female students to change clothes in batches, I saw Xiaohong's wet appearance, it was really beautiful.

Saturday, September 17 was fine

It's Saturday, the weather is so nice, but I don't really want to go out and play, my homework hasn't been finished yet, Dagang and Adu are often around here, they always bully me, well, I decided not to go out today.

It was cloudy and light rain on Sunday, September 18

It's raining today, and my dad always comes back drunk at noon and scolds me, like a pig, just knows to stay at home, let me get out, and say that it's annoying to see me, I sat in the corridor for an afternoon, I looked at the raindrops, will they also be wowi? You don't have to be so strong.

Monday, September 19 was cloudy

It's so uncomfortable, I seem to have had a lot of dreams today, and when I woke up, I was sore, I had a cold, but seeing Xiaohong's lively appearance, I felt a lot less uncomfortable, and I had to work hard today, and I couldn't let the teacher scold me anymore.

Wednesday, September 21 was cloudy

Today's weather is terrible, I saw Dagang, they had a good chat with Xiaohong, Xiaohong never seemed to smile so good, I felt so uncomfortable...... To be honest, I really pity you

Do you know that your parents hate you, and the girl you like is very close to those little gangsters, and you need me to help you?

Friday, September 23 was sunny

Today's body finally doesn't hurt so much, probably because my dad didn't come home yesterday and had a good night's sleep, Xiaohong also talked to me today, I asked him a lot of things, very happy, very comfortable, very happy, very happy,

Friday, September 23 was cloudy

Dad still didn't come home, and Mom was crying alone in the living room.

Saturday, September 24 was sunny

Dad came back today, and Mom got into a fight with him as usual, saying that there was an obvious "smell" of his body, and I think I had to run outside to avoid them.

Sunday, September 25 clouds

Yesterday I saw Adu and Xiaohong, walking into a small alley, they seemed to be kissing, Adu's hands, rubbing Xiaohong's body, they put their pants ...... Why? Why? Why? Why am I still a little excited? I really want to be like Adu, I really want to, I want to release myself, Xiaohong, she is really beautiful.

Monday, September 26 was sunny

Xiaohong said to me, don't let me peep at her with disgusting eyes anymore, she is disgusting, disgusting and wants to vomit, do I have it, why?

Wednesday, September 28, cloudy

The girls in the class didn't know why they all started to avoid me, screaming at me, occasionally seeing them whispering to me, did I do something wrong? Why? Why?

Thursday, September 29 was fine

They say I've been secretly looking at photos of Little Red and I don't have it I don't have it I don't have it though I really want to be with Little Red ... Why?

Friday, September 30 was cloudy

It's almost the National Day, and the holiday will be fine, right, everyone will forget, right, right?

Very good!

I looked at this diary a little stunned, and now I am still in a state of blindfolding, so I threw this diary directly in front of me, and these contents looked very ...... It's incomprehensible.

Even in these fragmentary fragments of the diary, I can experience a little dirty thoughts.

But soon, under this "third person" concept, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he even forgot his name.

Looking at the two people in front of him who had been arguing, they gradually became familiar from strangers, but this sense of familiarity quickly tended to zero.

Xie Chen gritted his teeth, looked at the messy room, felt the cold atmosphere in the room, and only felt a little disgusting.

Xie Chen wanted to stand up, but found that his thighs were full of rattan whipping marks, and the severe pain made it impossible for both legs to stand up quickly.

In front of him were his parents, still throwing things and venting the anger in his heart, and the mother quickly walked to the crumbling chair next to her and sat down, her face full of anger.

Xie Chen pulled back the diary on the ground with his hand, quickly hugged it in his arms and closed it, and finally touched the road on the ground without glass shards, and slowly moved towards a room that didn't even have a doorknob.

My father was still scolding, but I just wanted to hurry back to my room with a sweaty face, and I didn't pay any attention to what he was talking about.

After dragging his body back to the room tomorrow, Xie Chen closed the door with his hands, and then leaned against the door with his body, his feet bent to his chest, and his hands were held on top and his head was buried and cried.

But I found that I couldn't shed tears at all, the two tears on my face that had dried up, and my sour eyes, all told me that I couldn't squeeze out half a tear no matter how much I squeezed it.

Xie Chen slowly put the diary in his hand beside him, struggling to get up and return to the wooden bed with only a quilt and no mattress.

But it involved a wound on his thigh, and the burning pain made his feet tremble.

Xie Chen just wanted the player to lean against the wall, but found that there were also many shoe prints on his forearm.

I gritted my teeth and endured the sharp pain, but I didn't cry out.

The half-broken mirror glued to the wall allowed me to see my own reddened eyes.

Xie Chen moved his body slightly, and slowly came to the side of the cabinet, fortunately there was a chair in front of him, enough to sit down and rest.

The shouting outside the door seemed to have stopped, but it still couldn't recreate the cold atmosphere in the house.

I can only curl up slightly with my body covered in bruises, so that I can feel a little warmth.

But it's all self-soothing.

I don't know how long it took, sleepy like ants, crawling everywhere on my body, and I was overwhelmed and climbed onto the creaking wooden bed.

As soon as he fell, he had completely lost consciousness, as if he had only been able to get rid of the coldness of this room a little after falling asleep.

At first, the hot wounds on his body made him very painful, and even the flesh and skin on his body were shaking.

But in the end, I fell asleep.

"You're such a waste, it's useless to live anyway, it's better to ........."

"You should think about it, why is everyone so disdainful of you? You should know. ”

It seems that there are many different voices that have been speaking in my ear.

One of the crisp female voices sounded, and she suddenly woke up.

"You go, I really don't want to see you again."

"It's disgusting."

Xie Chen gasped slightly, looking at the somewhat old, but still neat walls in front of him, his brain was a little distracted.

A splash of water unconsciously dripped on his hand, and when he looked down, he realized that he was actually crying.

Feeling the pain of tears eroding on the wound on the back of my hand, I reached out and touched the tear stains that had been sliding down my cheek, and I only felt a little heartache.

“………”

With his mouth slightly open and his throat fluttering, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound.

It was very dry in the mouth, as if it was about to smoke.

After moistening his throat, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, so that he could make a slight sound.

"No ........."

"Why?"