This is not a pain from the body, but a sense of tearing from the soul.
She opened her eyes and looked at her body. She was still the body of the girl who was scarred by long-term abuse; she had no falls or fractures.
The severe pain all over the body seemed to be some kind of unrealistic, spiritual phantom pain, or the truth hidden by false peace.
As she woke up, the severe pain was gradually fading, Qu Yun felt that her true self was still disappearing.
I hurriedly checked the door of truth in my body... Fortunately, my magic power is still abundant, and my own existence seems to be untouched. It's just... the whole body has an indescribable sense of deviation, just like I am used to using a handle to operate
The game is suddenly replaced with a keyboard, which always makes people feel like an illusion.
Looking around, I had just climbed up from the dusty hard cardboard box on the attic. There were neither sharp rock walls nor terrifying arcane torrents around me, and it seemed that everything that had just happened was an illusion.
Focusing on the sound-to-defense imaging field that can now be unfolded at any time, Qu Yun heard the newspaper boy on the street corner being slapped by the sudden passing car and cursing at the top of her throat; she heard the roof of her attic
Two wild cats were fighting for a comfortable lying position at the highest point; they heard the shrew on the first floor swearing and looking for her lost spoon.
These ordinary trivial matters in ordinary towns seem so unusual in her ears.
Because she knew that a kind lady soon bought his newspaper because of her poor newspaper boy; she knew that the fat wild cat eventually occupied the roof with the best sunshine; she knew that the shrew's spoon was buried in the house by the dog she raised
Under the grass behind, I even knew that she had been searching for a day and did not find the whereabouts of the spoon until dark.
This is not Qu Yun's talent suddenly changed from illusion to prophecy, but she was too familiar with all the scenes outside. All of this has happened twice in her ears, and this time, it will be the third time.
But this time she did not spend time studying "I" diary, but instead tiptoed down the attic, came to her sister's bed made of broken cardboard boxes, gently took her only remaining hand and said: "
I can't let you suffer anymore. Let's run away with my sister today before my parents get up."
Unexpectedly, what was facing her was the confused expression in my sister's eyes.
Qu Yun's heart suddenly sank. She remembered the last scene in her eyes before she lost consciousness. It was "sister", Consine's body that fell into pieces.
"You... aren't?"
With a nervous mood, she asked in her heart in a familiar way between the two.
Fortunately, she got the expected answer: "I feel like I'm dead... Sorry, Master, I feel that my memory is a little confused, and my physical condition is also strange. By the way, why should we leave early?"
Qu Yun breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, pulled her sister up and tiptoed out of the door.
She knew that the "alcoholic father" and the "overdose of drugs" mother did not fall asleep, and their breathing and heartbeat could not escape her ears. But it seemed that out of some tacit understanding, the parents who also found that the two sisters had left secretly did not do it.
Prevent.
This weird family is like a drama rehearsed on the stage of a drama. Everyone is playing the role they should play step by step. No matter what their speech or behavior seems to be flawless to outsiders. But everyone understands that they just don’t have it.
Just expose the script that has been written.
When he was going downstairs, Qu Yun suddenly felt the urge to laugh.
When you wake up one morning and find that your parents are no longer your parents, your sister is no longer your sister, until you realize that even you are no longer yourself, this will be
What an interesting thing?
If it weren't for the uncanny Lamarck game, Qu Yun might not have been able to experience such an experience in her life. She is sincerely glad that she found a way to enter the game.
Confirmation that Consney was still staying with her side made Qu Yun feel particularly bright today. The thin cat with screams on the roof and the shrew who barked with the dog on the first floor could not affect her pleasure.
Then they passed by the kind-hearted woman who was buying newspapers from the newspaper boy who was covered in mud. The familiar scene made Consine look at her more sideways.
Luanshen Town is another ordinary day, and most of the details are repeated like yesterday, the day before yesterday. However, there are some subtle things that are shifting.
In front of the cafe, the gentleman in the suit who was supposed to be burned by the coffee and shouted loudly did not yell today because the coffee he had just received was knocked to the ground by the young worker running by.
Qu Yun does not have the memory of Mei Xianshi that she can never forget, but she still remembers that she had seen this guy twice with the safety helmet on the worker's head.
She went out a little later than today. She remembered that she saw the worker at two street intersections in front, closer to the edge of the town.
Every day, his face was numb as if he was dead, and he hurried to the edge of the town to demolish the bombed dangerous house.
But today his face changed from the numb ashes, but with a kind of fear and despair from the soul, as if he was seeing ghosts.
The gentleman in the suit grabbed the worker's wrist with an abnormal agility and angrily scolded him, but was shaken away by the stronger worker.
The worker didn't want to have a dispute with the gentleman at all. He was frightened and just wanted to escape as soon as possible. Seeing that the gentleman stood up and wanted to stop him, he shouted: "The murderer killed people in the street during the day!" Then he fled like he flew away.
"Master, will he be a player too?" Consine suddenly asked with thoughts on the side of the road.
Qu Yun shook her head: "I understand your suspicion. His reaction is completely inconsistent with his character's numb image. It's more like the reaction that threatened players will have after learning the rules we don't know.
But in the same way, when players are forced to such a panic and desperate situation, it is absolutely impossible to explain anything to the indigenous people in the game world. Before the game goal, we will only kick the blocker away, or simply chop it up.
Death, right?"
Consni nodded with great concern. In Yunshang Fairy Mansion, she was the role of the person who cut off all the road blockers: "It's true, then this "killing people in the street" probably has nothing to do with our game, right?
Let's hurry up and go to the gas station?"
Qu Yun smiled and shook her head: "How can events that can disturb the world in this unchanging chaotic town have nothing to do with us outsiders?
This worker is a bit weird, but it is impossible for him to be the one who can break the cycle in a small town where every detail is precisely repeated, nine out of ten must be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should be the one who should