Chapter 49

Roach still exists, his childhood visions disappearing with the goldfish, but he remains.

He had been waiting for a complete sleep, imagining that it should be a completely relaxed dreamless sleep, and he even sat down in his own conscious world. His world was a vast chaos, and the ground on which he sat was covered with gray light grass, soft as a blanket. He looked into the distance, and there was only a gray mist in the world, surging in an endless way.

He waits for the unknown of death, and he can still mobilize his consciousness and recall the stories he read in his childhood. The goddess of death, a tall lady on a gray steed with a dress densely woven with cobwebs, will invite her companionship, and he will sit on her horse and set out with her in the realm of the dead.

Looking at the situation, he thought that the story was three points true, and it seemed that the gracious lady would come out of the gray fog at any moment. He sighed, his hands resting on the ground, and he leaned back on his arm, so that loneliness climbed from the gray blades of grass to his chest, and fanned his chest with a slight cold ache.

He was abandoned in this gray world, black and white, like the border between life and death, and he knew that he was neither alive nor dead.

He thought back to his short life, and compared to the long journey of a mage, his life was really a flick of a finger. He has walked this short road, and he has never changed the world a single star, nor has he written his name in this world. Even the immediate cause of his death was ridiculous, in order to protect a friend who didn't need his protection at all, who didn't see him as a friend. He still has a few puzzles that he hasn't solved clearly, and that's left to someone else to solve. It's just a pity that the puzzle may not be important, in fact, no one wants to solve the mystery of his life at all.

"Roach."

As soon as he moved, he seemed to hear the call again. He got up from the grass and looked around earnestly, the mist surging in the air seemed to be conscious.

"Are you talking to me?" He asked in his head, and the mist didn't answer him. "What are you? Haze elve? Is there a plastic garbage genie? Nuclear Radiation? ”

No one answered his tattered questions, as it always was.

The mist spread to his side, tentatively approaching him like tentacles. He looked at the gray mist curiously, and reached out to touch it. Suddenly the sky and the earth hung upside down, and he was taken aback, trying to get rid of the mist, but at a glance he found many vague shadows hidden in the mist.

His curiosity got the upper hand, and he looked closely at the shadows, and the world suddenly became clear, and the path he was going to appear naturally, and his movements were as natural as breathing.

The gray mist quickly retreated with its shadow, and Roach caught up with it, and the shadow suddenly became clear. The world changed rapidly, and the vague shadows merged into the influence of the entity, and Rocky was taken aback, and he found himself back in the interrogation room.

Roach was horrified to see that the crystal coffin on the obsidian table was gone, replaced by a woman lying on it. He almost screamed, and he remembered the woman's face. The first time he saw that face, she was a three-dimensional influence created by Zhao Zhiyan, and the second time he saw her, her face was already shriveled and frozen, and her eyes were still stuck with steel nails.

But she was still alive, she could scream, and her eyes were still intact, but she stared at Roach with despair and madness in those eyes. Why should she be afraid of herself? No, no, no, it should be said, why is she still alive?

What frightened Rocky even more was that he felt a hint of happiness, a hint of cheerfulness, as if the fear of a lower human made him very happy. He simply thought he was crazy, and even crazier was that he found himself holding a steel spike.

"No-" Rocky screamed silently in his head, "No, no, no, no-"

The pair picked up the spikes and thrust them down, and he heard himself, not himself, say, "The fear and despair of blindness can help me open the barrier in your brain." ”

It wasn't Roach's voice, it wasn't Roach talking, and even the hand that lifted the spike wasn't Roach's hand.

Roach struggled back in horror, his consciousness jerking free from the confines of the scene, and at the same time, he felt another kind of panic, a horror that did not belong to him, but was everywhere.

Roach was surprised, and he sorted himself out, finding that he was still intact, at least his consciousness and memory intact. The world he lives in is no longer his chaotic gray world. He looked around in confusion, countless images folded around, and he scratched out one at random.

The folded picture opened in front of him like a pop-up book, and he found himself standing on the top floor of Qionglin, with many old faces around him, all worried. They said a lot of things that he wasn't interested in, as if they were discussing whether the method of calculating mage credits needed to be improved.

He took a step back, struggling to fold the picture up. When he opens a new screen again, he's much more comfortable. He was in an eerie room, with white candles burning everywhere, and many boys and girls chanting in unison with eerie knives. He folded the picture back, this time feeling a fear mixed with great anger.

He forced himself to calm down, walking back and forth from the folded images, the terrifying effects rushing in front of him, he saw countless faces, countless mouths speaking in unison, and he stopped in front of a familiar face.

It was Du Zhengyi's face, cold and disgusted. "What does Mr. Lai mean that Luo Qi was taken away to protect minors? I'll follow the process to inform his parents, maybe you've already looked into his file and know that his parents are pretty famous. They should be qualified to enter Qionglin, and they will probably pick him up and take him home soon, and I believe it will be smooth by then, right? ”

He looked at the face full of disgust, and some warmth rose in his heart. He also felt a strong jealousy, a complicated jealousy, but he had now fully understood that it was not his emotion. It's like he also understands that Du Zhengyi is not disgusted by him. The person who lifted the steel nail and butcher knife to Qi Yue was not him.

Anger gathered in his chest, and the thought became even more terrifying, and the world crumbled, eager to get rid of him. And he felt safe and powerful, he didn't exist as a physical body, so nothing could hurt him. He dominates the space of consciousness that does not belong to him, as easily as he dominates his own mind.

He raised his hands in consciousness, and the world trembled, and the wind was full of fear and unbelievable jealousy. Roach clenched his hands into fists, he tore this world apart with the greatest determination, he wanted to tear the entire space, he wanted to turn this world into a void existence.

"Stop!" Li Xu's voice shouted, "You can't! I'm unconscious, you're going to be devoured too! ”

"Whatever." Roach spat out this sentence, and violently ripped at all the logical foundations that built this mind.