The most impressive time was when Han Gang and Han Gang came out of Sister Lan's house and were wrapped in a silver mist for no reason. Han Gang fell unconscious immediately, and he couldn't hold on for long before he completely lost his ability to think and perceive.
, when I woke up again, it was already a new reincarnation.
There is reason to believe that there is a mysterious power in this community, which makes it impossible for me to survive the post-11 o'clock mark even without any death threats, and I will inevitably end up with an overwhelming sense of fainting.
, completely losing all five senses and sinking into darkness.
However, so far, Zhang Ke still doesn't know what the nature of the so-called "supernatural power" is? After all, even an entire community has been included, so it must not be a small disaster.
But if you think about it from another angle, what if it is not an unexplainable power of gods and monsters, but is indeed a man-made product? For example, if you think about it in a whimsical direction, it is actually the result of nerve gas or hallucinogenic drug mist in the community.
A large-scale attack, and those who failed to leave the area of effect in time would naturally not survive.
only--
"No, I must witness it with my own eyes. I must see with my own eyes what this thing that killed me several times is."
Zhang Ke, whose limbs were obviously extremely stiff and most of his sensory nerves were paralyzed, seemed to have become stronger and more tolerant after surviving more and more ridiculous deaths.
Driven by his strong will, he gently raised his right hand that had sunk into Taishan, grabbed the edge of the table, and then dragged himself outward, actually throwing himself off the table. A strong wave of
The pain from the impact made Zhang Ke regain consciousness quickly.
He didn't know where the strength came from, and there was an inexplicable brute strength in his hands, and he dragged his body laboriously but slowly, crawling towards the window bit by bit.
——That's right, Zhang Ke didn't want to resist immediately, nor did he think that he was so intoxicated that he could miraculously retain his consciousness for a few minutes.
He just wanted to see clearly what happened outside the window and what caused such a big impact. This was much more exaggerated than meeting two murderers or being invited to dinner by a woman who looked a little nervous.
too much.
Therefore, just one glance is enough, as long as you have the time and mental strength to observe it, and of course, the motivation to support him to climb to the window sill.
In the process of slowly moving towards the window, Zhang Ke almost fell asleep more than once. He even almost heard the snoring coming from his nasal cavity, like a drunken snoring. He wanted to end this long and painful climb several times.
Climbing late.
But in the end, he got through it——
Yes, that obsession made him wake up from the cold wooden board every time, slapping his cheeks to stay awake while fighting against the tiredness that swept over him again.
Compared with simply enduring pain, or even severe pain and burning pain, this kind of searching for oneself in the gap between tiredness and sobriety, defeating instincts time and time again, forcibly overcoming some inertia and habits in nature, and allowing the unswerving
Will finally led me to the final stage.
——Already arrived at the window! All that's left is the last peek of the head.
Wake up, don't sleep, I - unknowingly, my lips were even bitten with blood. Finally, a stab of pain from the heart completely awakened the trekker's first memories and earliest experiences.
Tide? That's silvery...tide?
Although everything in his field of vision was blurry, Zhang Ke was convinced that he himself was not so confused that a large phantom appeared in front of him without even realizing it.
That's right, the entire community, no, it should be said that looking out through the windows in all directions, in every corner of the city and even the entire world, seems to be brushed by a silver wave and soaked in massive amounts of mercury.
Same.
That was not illusory moonlight, nor was it an elusive mist. It was a wave of silver light that really existed on the ground, but I couldn't see it any more clearly.
Because there is not enough physical and mental strength to support it.
Before falling down naturally and closing his eyelids, Zhang Ke leaned forward as much as possible and kept getting closer to the edge of the glass window, trying to get closer to the silver ocean that enveloped the earth to see clearly their essence.
Of course, such an attempt came to an abrupt end when the memory was disconnected and entered a dark state.
At the end of this reincarnation, what stayed in his eyes and could not take it back was the surging silver wave sweeping across the earth.
"Wake up—"
Um?
"Are you still conscious? Did you hear what I said? If so, please give me a reaction."
Is this... someone else's voice?
In the near-fragmented darkness, Zhang Ke knew that logically speaking, he would soon enter a new reincarnation, but this was the first time that he heard real human language in this dark transition that was not a dream.
.
"Is there no response? But judging from the brain waves, it doesn't look like he is completely asleep. It seems he is still struggling intentionally."
That’s right! That’s right!
I haven't completely lost my ability to think. I still retain the last trace of self-consciousness. Wake me up from the darkness quickly, maybe I can...
"Forget it, the physical signs are too standard. It seems that it is really impossible to react proactively."
Isn’t that right? Don’t give up. Splash me with cold water, prick me with needles, and keep shaking me to wake me up. I will definitely have a chance to wake up.
This was a life-saving straw he had never encountered before, and Zhang Ke wanted to grab it no matter what.
"That's right, then... let's treat it as finished."
This sentence made Zhang Ke's heart freeze to the freezing point. At the same time, his thoughts finally froze and fell into a state of suspension.
Until—he opened his eyes sleepily, and there was still that very familiar person in front of him... Something was wrong?
It was neither Xu Xiaoli's room, the bloody room with corpses under the pale moonlight. Nor was she waking up in the office lounge, with only a few minutes to race against time before the murderer struck again.
The place where I woke up this time was an extremely cozy, warm, and even somewhat tranquil and comfortable cabin.
There was a soft orange light in the house, which was neither dazzling nor plunging the room into darkness. Outside the window, there seemed to be a drizzle of rain. It sounded like the hand of nature was knocking on the piano on the window rail with the help of raindrops.
It makes people feel an indescribable sense of relaxation and stress-free all over their body.
If I have to use one word to describe it accurately, it would be... vacation! Yes, it seems that only vacation can be considered accurate.