Dreams are the continuation of reality, and reality is the end of dreams.
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“His—”
Suddenly sat up from the bed, Xia Ran stretched out her hand to cover her left eye and took a deep breath.
“It hurts, it hurts…hiss…hiss…”
The voice lines are trembling and deforming, and listening to it makes my heart tremble. He almost couldn’t help it, as if he was going mad, while he was desperately pumping the air-conditioning, he made this suppressed dull sound.
Because it’s really painful, unimaginable pain.
The stab in the abdomen at the beginning is the second thing. The one that slashed directly across the left eye is the real inhuman pain. When it was transmitted to the brain, his reason almost collapsed. broken.
Such pain, such tragic, is of course impossible to accept easily.
If he hadn’t had the consciousness before, which made him go crazy and exchanged his life with injuries, it would have been difficult for him to disregard his own injuries and stab the murderer to death.
As for what the whole process was like, Xia Ran couldn’t retell it at all. After all, his mind was blank at the time, and his body was controlled by instinct.
The severe pain and the crazy determination made him have no time to think about anything else. He just repeated the rapid, violent, wild and tyrannical behavior like a mechanical movement. To the body that was suppressed by him.
The fatal pain not only stimulated his nerves and made him unbearable, and he wanted to pass out immediately, but also seemed to have completely stimulated a certain violence in his heart. He really sacrificed his life at that time, and he must let him The other party goes to hell.
Even if it was a dream – he’s had enough of it!
Facts have proved that the horizontal is afraid of the ruthless, the ruthless is afraid of the mad, and the mad is afraid of the dead. Although Xia Ran didn’t have much experience in life-and-death struggles, his advantage at the time was to go all out, and he was less afraid of death than the other party.
Although his physical strength is nothing left, the other party is obviously not very good. After all, when it comes to chasing and escaping, it is not one person who is running, but both sides will consume energy.
In addition, the other party has already killed a person before, and the victim is not obediently waiting to be killed, so the frantic struggle and resistance before death naturally consumes most of the madman’s energy.
Because even if you kill a chicken, it is impossible for you to slaughter the chicken quietly. If you are not careful, you may not be able to catch it, let alone a big living person? ——Perhaps the murderer was ready to seize the moment to kill him, but the timing of Xia Ran breaking into the scene was too good.
Something went wrong, and it took a lot of effort for him to solve the woman… Maybe it’s the combination of these reasons that finally decides the outcome.
And in Xia Ran’s world at that time, there was basically only a very bright red patch left… It was hot blood, the blood of the other party, and his own blood.
This was the only feeling he could clearly feel at the time. In addition, only the body that was suppressed by him slowly turned into a vague feeling of a corpse under his crazy continuous stabs.
In the process of blood splashing, the murderer also struggled frantically at the beginning, and then quickly lost his strength and life, and gradually no longer vomited blood, screamed or struggled.
It’s just that Xia Ran didn’t stop because of this, until he himself lost consciousness…
—and, as it is now.
“Fortunately it was just a dream…”
Opened his mouth as if a drowning person had been rescued ashore. He gasped for breath, and finally calmed down. Realizing that he was now in reality, Xia Ran still touched his own body with lingering fears. left eye.
Then, he touched his abdomen again.
It is natural to find that everything is intact, there is no blood, no injuries, only the inhuman pain that stimulates the nerves of the brain is so clear… But the same is also rapidly fading, becoming illusory and unreal stand up.
It seems to be the frightening remnant of a dream, no matter how clear it is, how real it is, it is always just the content of the dream.
After he wakes up now and returns to the dimension called “reality”, all this will be quickly forgotten like that.
Just…
Xia Ran understands that it is absolutely impossible to deny the tragic feeling just now because of this, because it is really a pain that I can’t wait for myself to pass out completely and even die immediately.
Finding that his pajamas were soaked through cold sweat, he sighed once again, then glanced at the tightly covered curtains. Although he couldn’t see the night outside, he wanted to come Should be still pitch black, right?
And the fluorescent hour hand of the alarm clock on the desk is pointing to the number “5”, clearly showing the time:
5:50 minutes…
Around.
It’s almost six o’clock in the morning.
It is probably such a time. After all, it is not a more intuitive digital clock, but an old-fashioned analog dial analog clock, so Xia Ran can only see an approximate time at a time.
Because he was a little short-sighted in the first place, although he didn’t reach the level of “hermaphrodite at a distance of 30 meters, and a dog at a distance of 50 meters”, it still had some influence.
And I don’t know if it’s psychological, he still feels a burning pain in his left eye now.
Sit on the bed, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then got up and put on his slippers, then went straight to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and changed his clothes.
He won’t be able to fall asleep anyhow, so he simply starts to prepare himself a breakfast.
A very strange thing is that he had just encountered such a thrilling horror, but now he has calmed down extremely quickly, and that kind of situation seems to be used to it.
As if it was just a game, no matter how intense and engaging the process is, it’s over when it’s over.
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Ten minutes later.
Standing in front of the washing machine and setting the program, Xia Ran heard a dull sound echoing slightly in the room, creating a strange deep feeling.
It’s like the atmosphere in a horror movie, and Nuoda’s house is empty, only he lives alone, it’s really easy to make people think like this…
It’s just that Xia Ran is not in the mood to think about this at all. It’s a simple truth. A person who has just gone through a thrilling life-and-death fight has no reason to expect his mood to get rid of it immediately. from.
Even if it was just a dream, it was very clear, like a real dream!
For example, now, in addition to not having the pain of injury, Xia Ran can still recall other feelings very clearly, including the pungent smog, the hot blood…
As with other dreams in the past, the sense of reality doesn’t feel like something fake at all.
Yes, as I said before, Xia Ran is not unfamiliar with such a situation at all, but is already very familiar with it, and can even be said to be proficient, because it is not the first time he has experienced a similar situation .
When he was very young, he was frightened and suffered a serious illness – although he didn’t realize it himself and couldn’t remember it, he just heard what his elders said.
Anyway, this has caused him to have a bad foundation since he was a child. He is often prone to illness, fever and cold are normal, and he always has some wild and bizarre dreams.
This situation has continued to this day. Not only has it not improved, but it has…how to say? In a sense, it should have deteriorated?
Not long ago, the so-called illness came down like a mountain, which forced him to drop out of school for nearly a year, who was already weak.
During this period, it seems that the boundary between dream and reality was broken, and in the ocean of his spiritual consciousness and imagination, a “tear”-style false world was intertwined…
He had dreams about war, the whole world was covered in explosions, flames, turned upside down, in chaos, and then it seemed like a bomb exploded beside him, and then he woke up before he could feel the pain… /
He has dreamed about the post-apocalyptic wasteland, the sky is dark and dull, the dark clouds of dust condensed are shrouded, lightning flashes from time to time, high-rise buildings fall into ruins, and the ruined city is full of bleak… …
He has dreamed about the future world of cyberpunk. City buildings are completely constructed of unknown new materials, overhead magnetic rails connect the entire city, hover cars are flying on the ground, and a large number of spaceships are shuttled in the air. …
——Before adapting to reality and dreams, Xia Ran was almost schizophrenic.
Night is the day of dreaming, and light is the darkness of dreaming.
Compared to the world that is only built according to the “common sense” and continuous accumulation, in any case, it cannot escape the shackles of physical laws. Dreams are truly bizarre, fantastic, bizarre, full of unknown and impossible.
In the beginning, he thought he was just mastering the key to lucid dreaming, but later found that the situation seemed to be slightly different.
Of course, it must have been a dream, he insisted. Because he found that he either did not dream, but if he did, the scenes he dreamed were basically consistent with some of the information he had received not long ago.
Simply put, maybe he read a book, watched a movie, or even read a historical description in a book, so he couldn’t help thinking a little more… just because he received this information , and only then will those bizarre dreams appear.
This is an important basis for Xia Ran’s judgment.
And no matter how clear and real the feeling in the dream is, it disappears after waking up.
Suffice to say, there seems to be nothing left but memory.
The only thing that has a direct impact on reality is to make him feel more and more debilitated in the repeated torture and death, as if his vitality is really losing…
Of course, there are two sides to everything, good and bad.
Since I can’t figure out what is going on with my illness, the explanation I found seems to be somewhat specious, and it seems that there is no hope for a cure, Xia Ran can only try hard to adapt, accept, and explore… …
Then——
He found that this can actually be regarded as a golden finger in a sense?