That hand had no living temperature, full of calluses and hard scabs.

There was mud on the fingers, the nails seemed to have been bitten with teeth, and there were irregular tears along the edges.

In complete darkness and dead silence, the Hand became the only being that could provide information to the High Dead.

"Having lost his hearing and sight, the madman in the black cellar uses those hands to perceive the world, even though his world may only be an abandoned cellar."

The five fingers were suddenly gripped back, and Gao Ming seemed to be bitten by a wild beast, and a huge force dragged him towards the inside of the black cellar.

Protecting his head, Takashi was completely unable to distinguish his direction, and after a few minutes he fell in the mud.

It was still dark all around, and there was no sound, and Gao Ming got up from the ground, and he walked in one direction at random, and walked several steps without touching the stone wall.

"Where am I?"

After returning the same way, squatting on the ground, accustomed to using sight and hearing to understand the world, he now can't help but feel a trace of trepidation in his heart, this is human nature.

"The owner of that hand didn't kill me directly, he might need me to do something."

Without giving up, Gao Ming grabbed a handful of mud on the ground, rubbed it, and put it under his nose.

He smelled the freshness of the earth after the rain, and when he did, his fingers touched a blade of grass.

"The inside of the black cellar is hidden in the ground, full of mud, and the dirt here shouldn't smell like this."

I can't see, I can't hear, but I still have a sense of touch and smell.

He knelt on the ground and touched the grass and leaves, and the smell he smelled seemed to become reality, to be received by the touch.

"The madman who was beaten to death by the villagers in the dog cellar case was a blind man who was deaf in both ears, and I am now in the same situation as him."

Slowly, Gao Ming smelled the fragrance of osmanthus again, which can relieve depression and has a certain effect on some manic psychopaths.

Standing up, Gao Ming approached Osmanthus Xiang, but before he could get there, he was kicked to the ground heavily, and belts, wooden chairs, fists, and all kinds of things were whipped on him.

He couldn't see anything in the darkness, but he could feel the pain.

Fleeing backwards from the scent of osmanthus flowers, the beating did not stop until it could no longer be smelled.

"Why do you have to be beaten when you smell the fragrance of osmanthus? Does this scent represent the memory of being beaten? ”

In order to verify this guess, Gao Ming held his head and walked a few steps towards the place where the osmanthus incense came from, and after being beaten again, he quickly withdrew.

"The fragrance of osmanthus is linked to the scene of the beating, which may belong to the memory of the blind madman."

As a psychic teacher, Gao Ming is very clear, and smell can also preserve memories.

Just like many people, when they smell the disinfectant water in the hospital, they will remember the memories of their injections in the hospital when they were children, the memories of being sick, and so on.

Compared with sight and hearing, the sense of smell presents a memory that is more realistic and emotional, because it bypasses the thalamus that transmits sensory information when preserving the memory, and acts directly on the hippocampus and amygdala.

"I'm going to find a way out of smell?"

Gao Ming had never played such a perverted game, and after pondering for a while, he cheered up: "I must live, and then recommend such a fun game to Situ An." ”

Carefully distinguishing the various smells, the fresh fragrance of the earth slowly disappeared, and the smell of car exhaust and soot came to his face, as if he was standing in the crowd, constantly colliding.

Nothing could be seen, only a variety of scents poured into his nasal cavities, and Takamei couldn't tell them at all.

After about a few minutes, a smell that clearly belonged to mothballs appeared, and Gao Ming's hand was held again.

The other party is much taller than him, and his strength is also very great, and the pungent smell of mothballs comes from the other party's clothes.

Gao Ming followed the man for a few steps, and he gradually found that there was a faint smell of blood mixed with the smell of mothballs.

Feeling bad in his heart, Gao Ming bit directly at that hand, and after breaking free, he ran wildly towards the place where the fragrance of osmanthus came from in his memory.

His idea is very good, let Osmanthus Xiang's people who beat him stop the "mothball", if only the two sides could fight!

The pungent smell of mothballs followed closely behind, and although he couldn't see or hear, Takamei still gritted his teeth and ran wildly! It seems that he is being oppressed and chased by the whole world!

Soon the fragrance of osmanthus appeared, Gao Ming rushed in with his head covered, the belt was pumped on himself, and the smell of mothballs also chased over, but the two did not conflict.

"These two smells are in the same vein?"

Knowing that he was going to be caught, Gao Ming turned his heart sideways and crashed into the person in front of him, and he began to fight back, grabbing the other party's body with both hands, judging by touch.

The fragrance of osmanthus represents a stout middle-aged man and a woman in a skirt, one of them holding a belt and the other holding a chair, and they are not relentless.

The smell of mothballs emanated from a man in a jacket, and the three of them seemed to have negotiated that the middle-aged couple would give a high life to the man in the jacket.

"The smell represents memory, and the corresponding memory scene will reappear after smelling the smell, is it possible that the blind madman was sold by his parents when he was a child? The man in the jacket is the one who bought him? ”

The third time he was beaten, Gao Ming also tried to escape, but without sight and hearing, it was really too difficult.

The collar is grabbed by the jacket man, and Takamei smells the pungent smell of mothballs and is dragged somewhere.

The smell of blood is getting heavier and heavier, and the smell of potions is beginning to appear, but at this moment, a foul smell suddenly approaches, and Gao Ming feels that his arm is being grabbed by another hand.

The smelly owner and the man in the jacket had a conflict, and Takamei regained his freedom, and most people would choose to run away at this time, but Takamei remembered a very important point.

He had smelled a similar stench when he entered the black cellar, and he was not disgusted by the stench, and even felt a little comfortable.

When he was doing psychological counseling work for patients, he had met some people with special fetishes, and for those people, the smell felt by ordinary people was fragrant to them.

There are many reasons for this, but it is important for the individual to change his mood, to be in a good mood when he smells a certain smell, and that smell is irreplaceable for him.

After thinking about this, Gao Ming made a special decision, he grabbed a handful of soil, clenched his fist and swung it towards the "mothball".

He had been beaten so many times just now, and he wanted to pay it back.

With the cooperation of the smell, the two beat the "mothball" away, and Gao Sheng's hand was also grabbed for the third time.

Unlike the previous two times, this time the hand that held the high life was warm.

It's not big, its palms are full of calluses, and it seems to often knit things and do some manual work.

The smell of soot in the air, the smell of crowded sweat, the smell of car tails, and the smell of bread and coffee slowly disappeared, replaced by the breeze on the face, the shallow smell of wheat, and the smell of rice from every house.

"It feels like I've gone back from the city to my hometown in the countryside when I was a kid."

The firewood burned, and the special smell of cooking smoke wafted, and Gao Ming followed that hand honestly, and soon he smelled the aroma of roasted tofu, sweet potatoes, and fried bacon.

A steaming bowl of rice was brought to Takamei, who gave him a pair of chopsticks.

The taste buds urged Gao Sheng, he buried his head in eating, it was the best meal he had eaten recently, the fragrance was difficult to describe, as if tasting all the beauty of childhood, but also poured out the taste of longing and home.

After gobbling it up, Gao Ming still sat in place, and the hand gave him another knife.

When he first got the knife, Gao Ming was also taken aback, but then the other party gave him the sharpened bamboo strips and taught him to weave a bamboo basket by hand.

"This hand not only gives me food, but also wants to teach me the skills to live."

The body unconsciously approached that hand, and in a trance, he had forgotten to clear the "game", he just instinctively wanted to stay with that hand.

In this silent dark world, only the last hands to appear can bring him a sense of security.

(End of chapter)