Miss Crawford felt that she had really reached her limit, and the things she saw in the last scene, whether it was a hallucination or not, still made her completely relax.

So, the tense nerves loosened, and her consciousness began to sink down in the endless dark ocean—

I don't know anything, I don't care about anything, I don't remember anything.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but she suddenly felt that the darkness surrounding her consciousness had disappeared, and all kinds of strange and familiar scenery appeared in front of her.

The high ceiling is shrouded in the darkness. The originally spacious hall is filled with all kinds of debris, and many large objects are covered with a layer of oil cloth, which looks extremely strange and gloomy in a dark environment.

The cabinets, tables, chandeliers, and even the small windows at the end of the corridor... all gave her a familiar feeling, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

What place is this? Why did I come here?

The feeling that she should have been extremely familiar with, but because of the distant memory made Miss Crawford frown tightly. She almost subconsciously reached out to touch her back, but she felt empty.

——No longbow, no quiver, no ak47 assault rifle, nothing.

She lowered her head and looked at her waist, and found that the climbing axe was not here, and even some special values ​​displayed by the interference of illusions in the vision were gone, which made her feel quite insecure.

But at this moment, a deafening and unpredictable thunder suddenly came from outside, and the small window at the end of the corridor was suddenly illuminated by lightning.

Miss Crawford, who was startled, turned around and looked over, but found that at this moment, the scenery around her changed again.

...

The space seemed to be shattered by the mirror, and countless dense cracks appeared.

Then the debris began to peel off, revealing the new view behind it. In just a few seconds, the dim hall and corridor suddenly turned into a sunny courtyard.

A hammock was hanging between the two trees beside her, and an arrow target was hung on the trees not far away, with several arrows being inserted crookedly on it. There was also a sand pool next to it, with a children's toy shovel and a small bucket in it.

It was a nice and bright weather outside the shade of the trees, and the sun shone straight down.

The courtyard is quite spacious and empty, with various slides, corridors and other facilities further away, and the wall is covered with green vines. An ancient and gorgeous tall mansion villa stands on the other side of the wall.

However, even such a strange change was good, but Laura did not feel any warning or nervousness. She suddenly remembered what this is.

This is her home, her childhood home, Crawford Manor.

"Laura! Are you in your room?!"

At this time, from the second floor of the villa, which is the main body of the manor, a somewhat bright and familiar baritone came from a distance, with a tone containing a sense of clarity, habits and helplessness mixed together.

In an instant, Miss Crawford, who was staring at the surrounding scenery, immediately raised her head and looked in that direction: "Dad——"

Before she could spit out the syllable, she was shocked to find that the bright sunshine, the shade of trees, the villas and even the entire manor all disappeared and disappeared.

...

The surroundings have become dark corridors again, but they are not the same place as before.

However, the ceiling is also tall, and the dimness in the overly spacious space is also suffocating. The only light comes from a room in front of the corridor. From the obliquely opened crack of the door, there is dusk light.

However, as soon as Miss Crawford saw clearly the scene around her, she felt a bang in her mind, leaving only a blank space.

This was the deepest memory she had when she was young, and it was also a nightmare that she had never been able to get rid of. She suddenly felt that the darkness around her became as sticky as ink, which was suffocating, and she felt that she could not breathe at all.

She was confused and full of panic, but she could not stop her next actions, or she could not control herself at all.

She could only watch as if "he" was like a walking corpse, slowly approaching the room in front that opened a crack in the door, and slowly stretched out her hand to push open the door.

The soft sunlight of dusk shines in from outside the window, reflecting the entire study softly and brightly.

Large bookcases lined up with glass windows containing various cultural relics and antiques. The facilities in the study room look exactly the same as those in memory. Another thing is the figure of that man—

Laura remembers the last side of the man, her father.

At this moment, his body was lying obliquely on the desk, losing all his vitality, his head lowered, and he was holding a pistol in his hand.

Laura looked at this scene blankly, and subconsciously opened her mouth, but couldn't even send out a syllable.

...

"Dad will never be there during her growth process!"

"I'll be back in a month! I promise!"

"Yes, you'll be back in a month. You've said this a few times!"

"Amelia, this matter is very, very important. I can't give up my responsibilities, I want to..."

"Every time I say it! Your obsession is about to ruin this home!"

"Don't you understand? Do you think I'm obsessed?!"

"You have missed your daughter's childhood! Because you are always in some ancient tomb on the other side of the world!... Why can't you cherish what you already have?"

...

...

"Hey! Hey! Laura? Laura?"

A familiar voice of calling seemed to come from a very far horizon, and it seemed to be echoing in my ears.

Miss Crawford's long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and then she let out a few low murmurs as if she was still in a dream, and she didn't know what she was saying.

It took about half a minute before she truly began to wake up and slowly opened her eyes.

A clean and tidy room with soft light came into her eyes, and she also smelled the smell of disinfectant in the air. The single-sided hospital beds on both sides were lined up along one side of the room.

"Where is this?"

This unfamiliar environment made Miss Crawford unable to react for a while, and subconsciously murmured to himself.

This must be a ward. She still knows these things, but she can't understand why she appears in this place. After all, no matter how you look at it, there is no such condition. If you say so...

Laura slightly raised her head from the pillow, looked at both sides, and then her face became a little weird.

On the hospital bed on her left was a girl with short black hair, who was sleeping quietly and not waking up. On the hospital bed on her right was a young man wearing a hospital gown and a pale face.

The latter did not lie down, but sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, watching her wake up, and gently showed a bright smile:

"Yeah, good afternoon, how do you feel?"

“…”

“…”

"It feels bad-" Looking at the other person's face blankly, slowly recalling everything before, Laura lay back on the hospital bed again, and breathed a long sigh, "I feel pain all over now."

"Overdrawing is normal, and you will recover afterwards... Believe me, at that time, whether you are physically or mentally, you will get a considerable improvement."

Mo Chen nodded and said naturally.

However, the girl obviously had no time to pay attention to her improvement or something at this time. She just asked the question she was most concerned about: "When is it now? Where are we?"

"Don't worry, you've been in a coma for less than a day. We are actually on the rescue team's ship now, but it's not long before we can drive the ship, and it's probably still a long time before we can dock."

Mo Chen sighed, and then began to explain the situation to Laura in a straightforward manner.

"The problems on the island have been solved, at least it is no longer something we need to worry about...Shanmantha's situation is worse than you, but it is not too serious. It just may take some time to cultivate..."

"I have dealt with all the troubles. No one knows the role we play in this incident. Of course, the premise is that you don't say it yourself... You know what to say and what not to say..."

“…”

Miss Crawford was lying on the hospital bed, listening quietly as the young man beside him was talking, and suddenly felt a sense of peace and tranquility in his heart.

It ended like this? She felt an unreal feeling in her heart.

That would be fine, at least there would be no more twists and turns, and no one would sacrifice any more.

Hey, wait, why did this guy also become a patient like himself? If it was just to cover up his mind, even if he pretended to be like Ross and the others, it would be completely OK?

Thinking of this problem, she subconsciously supported the hospital bed with the elbows of her hands, trying to sit up, but as soon as she made this move, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

It was not that it seemed to cause internal and external injuries, causing severe soreness, softness and pain to spread throughout the body, she had been prepared for it. But as soon as she sat up, she suddenly felt a chill on her cheeks, as if some water dripping was flowing across her.

She stretched out her hand and wiped it, and then found that she was crying at some point.

But perhaps because the discomfort in her body greatly weakened her perception, and she had not had much movement range before, so she did not realize it until now.

Miss Crawford wiped her tears, subconsciously looked to the side, and explained at a loss: "That...I don't know...I just...I just had a dream..."

"Well, I know." Mo Chen stared into her eyes and nodded.

"How could you know..." Miss Crawford murmured in a low voice. She felt that the other party was just to prevent her from being so embarrassed, so she just agreed politely.

"I really know... it's your childhood memory." Mo Chen blinked and said softly.

“…”

“…”

"You-!!" Laura suddenly turned her head and looked over, with some incredible and some shame and anger in her eyes. Why did this guy know?

He must have taken advantage of the fact that he had just peeped at his dream! He is very likely to be able to do such a thing, and this is indeed the only explanation Laura can think of.

"This...I'm sorry."

Mo Chen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, but still apologized quite sincerely, but also admitted in disguise the correctness of Laura's speculation.

"But I didn't mean to see your dream just now, but I just discovered that your breath is a little... How can I say that, you almost became a vegetable. If I don't hold you back, your consciousness will sink to the deepest place..."

Laura subconsciously bit her lip and remembered the previous sound that called herself back from the nightmare.
Chapter completed!