Chiba Cheng felt that his consciousness was very blurred, and his brain had almost lost the ability to think, leaving only reactions based on biological instincts. Even though he saw so many and extremely weird pictures, he just looked at it blankly and slowly.
After thinking about it, it took a long time before a word came to mind.
Not only that, he obviously felt that he did not twist his neck, because such a simple movement in the past was so difficult for him at this moment. It could be said that he could not move. But now he felt that his perspective was turning, even if his brain was thinking slowly,
You can also feel the perspective slowly rotating, which allows Chiba Makoto to see more pictures.
But the scenes in front of me are very strange. Some of them seem to be played in fast motion, and the people inside move so fast that afterimages are left behind. Some seem to be played in slow motion, and the people inside move slower than a sloth.
A thousand times slower, different speeds, different speeds, no matter how you look at it, it’s strange.
"This...is...what...?"
This question came to mind again, but no one could answer his question, and he couldn't hear any sound. His brain, which was even slower than when he woke up, couldn't think of anything. He just watched the screens playing one after another.
Different pictures, and then the pictures were lost one after another, becoming pitch black.
I can't feel the passage of time, and I have no way of knowing how much time has passed. It's like being woken up by the alarm clock, and several hours have passed since I closed my eyes and opened them again. Naturally, I don't know how many pictures I have seen, and I don't know how many pictures I have seen.
I can’t remember what I watched, I just know that I kept turning and watching, and it seemed that it would continue like this forever, but suddenly, some new pictures came into Chiba Cheng’s eyes.
These pictures are completely different from before. There is no longer a pitch-black sky or a vast expanse of sea. Instead, there are quiet towns and bustling cities across the sea.
In the images shown from the first perspective, some seem to be lying in a stroller being pushed, and what they see is the blue sky and the gauze cover of the stroller; some seem to be being held, causing them to keep shaking... p>
You can vaguely hear someone speaking, but it seems that the distance is too far, making the voice too weak to hear what is being said at all. You can't even distinguish the timbre, which makes people want to get closer to listen.
Find out who is talking and what they are talking about.
As if feeling his thoughts, he began to drift forward slowly, moving bit by bit, extremely slowly, but it seemed that the closer the distance, the slower the brain's reaction, so that he was obviously getting closer and closer.
, but the sound did not become clear, but became more and more blurred, making people want to get closer, just like the carrot tied to the rope, even if they run to the end of the world, they cannot eat it.
As I continued to get closer, a burst of intermittent singing suddenly came from behind. It sounded familiar, but my slow brain couldn't remember what song it was.
"Huh?" Chiba Cheng was startled. He always felt that he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where it was, so he couldn't help but think about it. The brain can only run as a 'single core' at the moment. Thinking about this
The question caused the forward thoughts to interrupt their 'operation', and also caused Qianye Cheng to stop floating forward, stop in place, and start thinking hard.
The song was still singing intermittently. After pausing for a while, it seemed that there were more than one, and it sounded very nice. Chiba Cheng couldn't help but want to hear clearly what the song was about. After this thought appeared in his mind
, immediately made 'him' start to rotate, the perspective moved slowly, and started to drift again.
Then a new picture came into his eyes:
Houses of different heights are scattered on the hills, and narrow roads crisscross each other. Telegraph poles are erected on the side of the road, with endless wires on them, bringing light to thousands of households.
It's so peaceful up there.
A young policeman was riding a bicycle on the road with a smile on his face. He greeted passers-by and store owners from time to time. He diverted traffic at the intersection during the rush hour and guarded the school entrance when going to and from school.
children;
The work is so tedious and boring, but he always has a smile on his face. He seems to have unlimited energy and can handle no matter how heavy the work is.
If there is any difference between him and other policemen, it is that there are three Ultraman printed on the three sides of the box on the back of his bicycle. Every time he encounters a crying child, he or she will ask him or her to look at this.
Three scenes of Ultraman, and then use the lines from the Ultraman series to cheer up the children.
In his spare time, he would always hum a song that sounded positive and uplifting, so the song he heard was hummed by him?
Just when I thought of this, a new picture appeared in my field of vision. The layers of high-rise buildings. Compared with the picture next to it, it was definitely a prosperous city. However, the city looked a bit depressed. There were few people and cars on the spacious roads.
, many buildings have collapsed, and many bridges are showing signs of breaking.
It seems that it has just experienced a cruel 'war' and has not yet completed reconstruction. However, looking at the few people and cars on the street, the city's population is not too large, and it probably does not need reconstruction.
Chiba Makoto thought so, and as soon as this thought came to his mind, the intermittent singing voice seemed to increase the volume of the speakers, and suddenly became clear, with guitar accompaniment, and seemed to be sung by a female voice.
The camera was zooming in. In the city under the sunset, a long-haired girl wearing a navy blue uniform was sitting on a swing made of steel pipes and iron chains. She was swinging slowly while holding a guitar, and her slender fingers gently
It is plucked to make a melodious sound, and the lips are slightly opened to sing a beautiful song.
"She sang it!" This thought came to Chiba Cheng's mind. He always felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was, and he had a vague feeling that the singing voice he heard did not seem to be sung by her.<
/p>
But who is that?
The brain once again fell into thinking. It was clear that nothing could be thought of, but doubts made the brain start thinking unconsciously.
Just thinking like this, I don’t know how long it has passed, but the singing is still going on. Although I can’t hear clearly what is being sung, let alone the lyrics, it is still singing, and Chiba Makoto is also listening, very seriously.
Listen, forget about everything else, just listen, keep listening.
I don’t know how many times I listened to it, and I couldn’t count or distinguish it. There was a clearer lyric that came into my ears, and Chiba Cheng’s brain slowly distinguished it: “you...are...always”