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Above the clear sky, the blazing sun sheds thousands of golden lights.

Andre felt like he was lying on an empty summer beach. The pleasant sea breeze kisses the waves, and the siren hums an intoxicating song in the ancient cradle of life. Darkness, haze, pain and all annoying things no longer exist, there is only pure tranquility.

Is this paradise? Or an overseas wonderland? Or is it a wonderful dream that will never go away?

When the fine sand brushed against his feet like a gentle caress, Andre opened his eyes. His pupils shrank and focused into weak black dots, and he saw this beautiful world clearly.

Andre slowly turned over and sat up. His naked body no longer had the scars that were like shame. He was as smooth, pure and flawless as a newborn baby.

Andre burst into tears of gratitude. He regretted all the mistakes he had made. He admired the new life he had gained, and then excitedly imagined the future. But the appearance of a dark cloud extinguished all his expectations. The haze obscured the light, and at the same time, Andre woke up.

Andre climbed up from the beach numbly. The breeze turned into a strong wind, and the waves rose into the sky like angry ghosts. When they were photographed, they divided the world into countless small lights and shadows. Andre finally knew where he was. He thought he would never reach this ghost place again, but obviously, fate still had not let him go.

When the second, bigger wave crashed onto the endless beach, Andre embraced it without hesitation like hugging his lover, because he knew that this was the only thing he could do and what he had to do, otherwise he would I will be trapped here forever, and eventually become one of countless gravel-like memory dust.

The salty seawater poured into Andre's lungs like blood. He struggled in the angry waves and searched for the only glimmer of light that could take him to his destination. Bubbles spurted out from Andre's mouth, and he looked at the luster inside these bubbles like tiny worlds. They rose, burst, merged into the dark ocean, and bloomed with instant brilliance.

Black and white, white and black.

The light and shadow are stretched and rotated, like the blurry image projected by an old projector.

Andre was gradually attracted to it, and even noticed that there were countless pairs of eyes looking at him, as if he was in a silent film and became a part of it. He drifted towards the huge three-dimensional spiral in the quiet light and shadow, and the owner of those eyes became clearer and clearer. They were all focused on it, but there was only one exception. The little guy who was held by his mother was staring at the image projected from the boundless darkness behind him. The spiral light beam and the dancing dust particles in the light beam seem to be more strange and wonderful than the silent film.

Who is that?

Andre didn't think it belonged to his own memory, because those people had some oriental faces.

A burst of laughter suddenly broke out in the crowd. The little boy was startled. He turned his eyes to the front. For a moment, Andre's eyes met with his own.

The touch of the soul caused reality to collapse in an instant, and then reorganize again in an instant.

Andre was now standing next to the boy like a ghost, looking down at him. The boy was already six years old. He had a happy family and a childhood that made Andre extremely jealous.

When he was eleven years old, the boy was walking down the street alone. At the other end of the street were his parents and another child.

The boy has a younger brother. But he didn't smile or run to his parents. Instead, he was observing them. What flashed in his eyes was not jealousy, but... the coldness of nothing.

He didn't care, or he seemed very curious. He seemed unable to understand the relationship between his parents and his younger brother.

When the couple raised their heads, their faces lost their smiles. Their expressions were very strange, as if they were a little scared and a little apologetic.

Andre was very confused, but the flashback-like fragment changed again.

When he was sixteen years old, the boy looked down at the body of a black cat, as if he was observing and understanding death. At dusk, the occasional pedestrians passing by on this uphill road all had strange looks in their eyes.

They all seemed to think that the boy had killed the cat, because the boy had indeed examined the black cat's body and his fingertips were stained with blood.

But only Andre knew that the boy didn't do this. He was just curious and wanted to know the secret of death.

When he was nineteen years old, the young man was lying on the ground, blood gushing from his head and nostrils, and a crystal light flashed between his dull eyes. He smiled for the first time, as if he had really seen the truth behind death. secret.

And Andre also saw his frightened and confused face in those eyes.

What exactly is going on? I have seen the life of a soul in this ocean of life that seems to be returning to death, but what is going on this time? Why do I always have the illusion that he is spying on me?

Andre couldn't help but want to retreat, but as his thoughts moved slightly, he really took a few steps back, and he also broke the bubble that wrapped himself, and the beam of light that reflected the flashback memory of his soul. .

Do not!

Andre roared in terror, everything in front of him began to blur in the ripples, and he was once again swept into the abyss by the surging waves like he was drowning.

Shadows cast.

Then there was a hand, swaying, blurry and clear.

Andre stretched out his hand towards that hand as if grasping a life-saving straw, because he knew that once submerged by the water, he might fall into the deep darkness of death forever.

That hand caught Andre too.

Countless bubbles instantly turned into beautiful whirlpools, and this dark and deep ocean became a large splash of light and shadow.

Then came the shooting stars, the endless meteors falling like raindrops, like the most brilliant and spectacular fireworks.

At this time, Andre had only one head left, and his body was divided into spiral papers, which were stretched and fluttering in the darkness.

A man's face came into view.

It was a long-haired man with an oriental face and wearing a gray robe. The left half of his face was bandaged, and the bandage covered his left eye. The man walked slowly across the galaxy with Andre's head. He walked through countless worlds, passed through silent towering city gates, entered the wasteland with decaying grass, and finally stopped in a barren tomb.

The ethereal and trembling ghostly fire surrounds a coffin.

Andre walked over and looked in surprise. He was horrified to see a huge sewn body inside, and in the belly of the headless body, there was a black hole-like hole.

At this time, the long-haired man raised Andre's head to face him, "Have you ever regretted it?"

Andre looked at the man in front of him with confusion and fear, "I...I don't know."

Andre found his voice hoarse and broken.

"What do you want?" the long-haired man continued to ask calmly.

"Live!" This time, Andre said without thinking.

The long-haired man was silent, he seemed very satisfied. He bent down and stuffed Andre's head into the belly of the corpse.

"What... does this mean?" Andre was even more frightened. He didn't understand whether this was evil magic or a nightmare.

The long-haired man straightened up, "You will get what you want, Mr. Andre, because it is your choice."

"What?" Andre was stunned.

The long-haired man shook his head, "The time has not yet matured, but I promise you, you will get a chance, a chance to start over again, and this time, what will your life be like?"

"Who are you?" Andre's scalp went numb as he realized that his voice was exactly the same as that of the tall man who looked like an albino.

Andre thought of everything. He thought of the house he arrived at, the strange man he met, the blood splattered on him, and the strange book with a black cover.

It's like a weird and terrifying reincarnation.

"Now your name is Chen Yu." The long-haired man said.

"Who...are you?" Andre howled in fear, "You are...a devil, right?"

"No." The long-haired man gradually walked away, and he seemed to be holding a golden thread in his hand.

Andre slowly opened his eyes, and he once again heard the sound of roaring waves in the deep ocean where countless souls were buried.

He also knew who this long-haired man was. This man was the young man who died, and Andre was always in his memory.

And this man's name is... Chen Yu.

"What on earth...are you going to do?" Andre cried desperately.

The long-haired man named Chen Yu put the index finger of his right hand on his lips, and then snapped his fingers with a mysterious smile.

The world quickly moved away from Andre like an ebbing tide. The wind roared and he screamed and danced at the same time. A giant hand firmly grasped his shoulder and pulled him up hard.

Andre immediately turned over and sat up. He gasped and looked at the zombie-like man who was observing him through his sunglasses.

Do not……

"I saw it..." Andre licked his chapped lips, but his eyes were fixed on the mirror in front of him. He took off his sunglasses and looked at his pale face.

He is not at all in that strange building on the edge of Hadrian's Wall now. He is in Newcastle, in the bathroom of a pub.

Gradually, my breathing calmed down.

"It's time to start." Andre said calmly to himself in the mirror.