star hunter

He opened his eyes and found himself in an empty room, separated from the outside world by a glass wall.

The room is not small but very simple, with almost no furniture or furnishings, and even the bed that sleeps on the floor is similar to tatami mats, making it feel more empty.

In addition to the floor coverings, there were papers scattered all over the floor. He picked up a piece of paper and found that it was covered with endless lines, which were messy and tangled together. There was an inexplicable sense of anxiety and depression, which made people upset. chaos.

The handwriting was both familiar and unfamiliar. He looked at it for a while, but he didn't remember when it was drawn.

After dazed for a while, he put down the drawing paper, got up, and after walking around the empty room like a headless chicken, he unexpectedly found that the door was locked, and he couldn't open it, and couldn't get out.

Only then did he realize belatedly that he was locked up.

Why?Is this a cell?Am I a criminal?

He suddenly panicked and instinctively wanted to escape from here, but there was no way out.

This made him even more frightened and anxious. He started to have a headache. At first, it was like a blunt knife being sharpened back and forth. Later, it was as if someone was holding an electric drill and trying to pry the skull brutally and roughly.

He felt like his head was going to split open in a second.

Under the effect of extreme fear and pain, a strong desire to destroy was born, flowing through his veins, and intensified, he tried to pass on his pain in a violent way.

But there was nothing else in the room that could withstand his desire to destroy.

He finally understood why there was nothing in this room.

On the verge of collapse, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to beat his head fiercely.

He always felt that there seemed to be something hidden in his mind, bit by bit eating away at his sanity, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Ah—! Ah—!"

His tragic howling echoed in the huge room, so that the glass could not cut off the sound, and it attracted the medical and security personnel who were always on call outside. They looked at him with worried and concerned eyes, but none of them could understand. Realizing his desperation, he was treated like a sick man, or a madman.

They immediately acted separately, and the glass wall suddenly parted to the two sides, opening up a passage. He was quickly pushed down by several people together, and then he was injected with some kind of potion.

Then, a woman stumbled in, hugged him and cried bitterly.

After taking a sedative, his headache gradually became numb, and his limbs gradually became weak, so he just let her hug him.

Very strange.

This woman's face made him feel very familiar, but he couldn't remember her name.

Like that painting.

Day after day passed like this. After discovering his abnormality, he also agreed that he should be locked up, so he no longer wanted to escape, but only when he was awake.

During that strange attack, he couldn't control himself.

It's just that in the process of such an attack, he was surprised to find that he had a special ability - when in contact with others, he could easily know what they were thinking, and even some things that did not belong to him could emerge in his mind. screen.

At first he didn't know what it was, but later he realized that it was a scene that other people experienced.

For example, the nurse who often gave him injections, she actually annoyed him, if it wasn't for the high salary, she wouldn't want to guard such a psychopath every day; for example, the bodyguard who stared at him all day, he envied him as a psychopath , because he thought he had a good wife... Yes, the woman he was familiar with turned out to be his wife.

The thought that she lingers most is - "I must cure you".

He was grateful to her, sorry, and inexplicable fear.

He was so ill that he even forgot who she was, and she was still thinking about him. He was naturally moved, but the other party's belief was so firm that he became stubborn and even extreme.

Such paranoia made him uncontrollably afraid.

As time went by, the frequency of his strange illnesses became higher and higher, and the symptoms on his body surface became more and more obvious, so that in the end, he spent far less time awake than when he was out of control. No one dared to approach him, including his wife.

What's weird is that his ability is getting stronger and stronger.

He doesn't even need physical contact to perceive other people's thoughts.

In his desperate and depressing isolation life, this has almost become the only pleasure to pass the time.

So he carefully kept his secret from others, including his wife.

He always felt that if people found out, he would no longer be an ordinary madman, but a dangerous madman, the kind who would be regarded as a heretic.

But as I said before, the only thing he can control is his sober self, and the only thing he can keep secret is his sober self.

The doctor named Zhang Jiahe was invited by his wife to treat him, but for some reason, he made him feel uncomfortable and even afraid from the very beginning. The reason is very simple - Zhang Jiahe is the only one People he can't see through.

This ordinary-looking man seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, blocking his prying eyes.

Even conversely, he often has a feeling that he is being scrutinized.

He looks kind and amiable, but every time he observes him, the gaze behind the lens is cold and arrogant, as if looking at a monkey.

He didn't know when he revealed the secret, it was most likely when he became ill and lost his mind. Since then, Zhang Jiahe's eyes on him have been particularly meaningful.

He is getting sick day by day, his violent tendencies are getting worse, and he is becoming more and more dangerous in the eyes of others... But the Zhang family's interest in him is getting deeper and deeper.

He could hardly contain his killing intent.

That day, in a state of madness, he actually broke the glass curtain wall and frightened the people outside. They took advantage of the crowds to subdue him, but they were defeated by his unexpected agility and strength—he had been confined for a long time , Even when he was insane, most of them were self-harm. They didn't know that his strength was also undergoing some hidden changes as his condition worsened.

He originally just wanted to kick away the bodyguard who was in the way, but after the physical conflict between the two sides, his throat suddenly itched, as if a hundred hungry ghosts were living there, and an unprecedented sense of hunger surged up, like an overwhelming The flood submerged him in an instant.

He opened his mouth almost instinctively, trying to bite off the bodyguard's neck.

Originally, he couldn't hear any sound, and those faces twisted around him one by one because of horror, like a panicked pantomime, but at this moment, a voice drilled into his mind: " no!"

He shivered suddenly, bit the tip of his tongue, and stopped abruptly.

"No..." he repeated mutteringly, "No..."

He also let go of his hand involuntarily, and the bodyguard who was still in shock ran away immediately, and then, he was the one who was pushed down.

Before he fainted, he inadvertently looked at Zhang Jiahe, the other's eyes were like two pools of stagnant water, deep and dark.

Why do you have to stare at me?He loathes him more and more.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. After that day, the herpes on his body surface broke and began to fester, but his whole body fell into a deep sleep for a long time.

He began to dream, and the dream was neither absurd nor terrifying, but very realistic, which was even more frightening to some extent.

After he woke up, the scene in the dream was still clearly engraved in his mind.

He suddenly couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

He dreamed of his own ending, and that of many, many people... even, the future of this city.

The cold air climbed up his back along the spine, and he thought of a possibility.

The festering couldn't stop, he knew he was going to die soon, and who knew, when his body was exhausted, his special ability had also evolved to the extreme - not only the past, but he could already perceive the future.

He also "saw" what crazy things Zhang Jiahe would do in the future.

To be honest, his decrepit body limited what he could do, and it was impossible to stop him directly. He might not even live until the disaster broke out—but it wasn't impossible for him to do anything.

In the future he "sees", there will be a person who is important, and the birth of that young man stems from his wife's crazy idea.

As for the ending of that young man, it is a mystery. Just like Zhang Jiahe, he is also a person he cannot see through.

But there is one thing he is sure of, because it is preordained, that is - he will see him in the future in the past.

Before that, he wanted to do something for him, and at the same time, do something for the city where he was born and raised.

So on a rainy night, the dying patient broke the shackles and escaped from the isolation room. He didn't stop along the way, and never attacked anyone. He went all the way east and came to the famous Fenghuo Machinery Factory in Mengchuan.

He fell down in this military factory. Before he died, what came into his eyes was the desolate night sky and the lightning like a silver snake.

The light cuts through the darkness and is fleeting, but there is light after all.

He showed an unpredictable smile, and with such a smile, he closed his eyes contentedly.

Zhong Yuncong woke up covered in cold sweat, his sanity was confused at that moment, he couldn't tell who he was for a while.

Is it Zhong Yuncong?Or Xiao Yin?

In the dream and outside the dream, which one is the real him?

"I was also surprised to meet in this way."

His voice floated in his mind, warm and clear, like a gurgling stream in spring.

"Xiao Yin..." He called out the name tremblingly, "Didn't you already..."

"I'm dead," he informed with a smile. "You can think of me as a 'ghost.'"