What's wrong with the doctor is so annoying

There was a sudden light on my body, and I felt that something was being torn off. The sunlight from outside suddenly poured in, making my eyes hurt. I quickly stretched out my hand to cover it, and immediately there was a complaint in my ear: "What time is it! The rooster is crowing!" , still not getting up?"

This kind of Zhou Paipi's tone of deceiving the long-term worker is really familiar. From the time I can remember, every time I want to go back to sleep, this voice accompanied by the movement of the quilt to completely dispel my drowsiness.Opening the eyelids that were still fighting, I saw my mother's all-too-familiar fat body, bending over and shaking the air-conditioning quilt in her hand, and the fine dust that was shaken out was happily swirling and dancing in the sun.

It's a very familiar picture, but why do I have the illusion that it's been a lifetime, as if... I haven't seen this kind of thing for a long, long time.

After shaking the quilt, my mother folded it into a small piece of tofu and put it on the bedside table. When I turned around and saw that I was still sitting on the bed and staring at her stupidly, my voice suddenly raised another octave: "Wow! Huh? Zhong Wu, get up quickly! You haven’t washed your sheets for half a year, take advantage of the sun today to wash them quickly, get up, don’t hinder my work, you and your father are lazy at home every day, I am just you The nanny at home..."

I was kicked out of bed with a dazed face, and watched my mother quickly grab the sheets away, not forgetting to bring a pillow and pillow towel, and went out nagging.

Feeling blankly on himself, it was a set of pajamas that were a little whitish after washing. They were a little worn out, but they were comfortable to wear. They searched the house again, and found that all the furnishings were exactly the same as they were in memory. In the small dustbin at the corner of the table, you can still see a few pieces of sour plum candy paper lying in it. I immediately recalled the sweet and sour taste, and subconsciously began to salivate.

As long as I am at home, puffed fried food is absolutely not allowed to eat. My mother scolded me every time she saw it, and did the math for me every day, saying that one bite of potato chips is equivalent to drinking two taels of waste oil, which made me very annoyed. , For a long time, I really quit a lot of junk food. My mother is very satisfied with this, and she buys some healthy snacks at home when she has nothing to do, and sour plum candy is one of them.

There was a slight creaking sound from the balcony. It was the old bamboo pole clothes rack. The fabric that had absorbed water was dead and heavy, and it was so oppressive that it also bent over.

I reached out and kicked the fully charged mobile phone on the table into my trouser pocket, rubbing my messy hair, my chaotic brain worked several times, and finally remembered what happened-the fire in the boys’ dormitory building, the school drove the local students home, After I got off the subway, I was exhausted. I took a shower and fell asleep in a hurry. When I opened my eyes, I slept almost until 11 o’clock. No wonder my mother was so angry that she came directly to lift the quilt. She hates people who don’t get up on time and waste her. Time to make breakfast.

Pulling on his slippers and going out, he saw his father sitting on the sofa, wearing reading glasses and slowly swiping his phone. The ear-piercing brainwashing Divine Comedy accompanied by more brainwashing canned laughter filled the living room with a happy atmosphere.The poor strands of hair on the top of his head were all white, which made the bald forehead more shiny.Hearing the sound of me coming out, my father raised his head and glanced at me: "Are you up? Hurry up and have breakfast."

I vaguely agreed, turned around and slipped into the toilet, and then went into the kitchen after washing up. Amid my mother's scolding, I took a big mouthful of the freshly heated lean meat porridge with a porcelain bowl. The taste is rich and authentic, which can only be found at home. If you eat it, you can only eat a mouthful of chicken essence in the shop outside.

It may be that the porridge just taken out of the microwave is still a little hot. After a few bites, I feel that my eyes are a little moist from the steam.

After breakfast, I was rushed back to the bathroom by the old man in the living room saying "go brush your teeth". After squeezing for a long time, the toothpaste couldn't come out, so I had to put down the cup in the other hand, twist the toothpaste tube with both hands and roll it up from the end. Hoping to wring out every last bit of stock.

While I was struggling with the toothpaste tube, a strange figure suddenly appeared in the half-length mirror in front of the sink!

I turned around abruptly, and was immediately slammed back hard by the other party with my throat stuck, and the back of my head hit the mirror hard. The severe pain exploded with the fragments of the mirror, and my eyes fell into a blur. I could only see a pair of scary eyes. Silver blue eyes, full of vicious pleasure.

I tried desperately to break free, fumbling with my hands on the sink, grabbed a sharp shard of glass, and stabbed hard at his arm, blood spurted out like a fountain and sprayed on my face, he was in pain Let go, I took advantage of the situation and kicked him hard. When he backed up, his leg tripped over the steps of the toilet squat pit, and he fell backwards. The back of his head hit the edge of the sharp concrete steps, with a "boom" It hurts my bones.

The space in the toilet was too small, and I took advantage of the moment the other person fell to the ground to escape, but came across a horrifying scene in the living room - a foreigner who looked like a tiger was dragging my father off the sofa, kicking him first I crushed his mobile phone, grabbed his head, and slammed it against the hard table corner. There were blood splatters everywhere on the ground, and the reading glasses on his face were torn apart under the terrifying impact. Even one of the broken lenses was clearly seen inserted into the eye socket.

There was a scream in the kitchen, and my mother stumbled out, holding a bone-chopping knife in her hand, which was covered with blood and minced meat. A woman with brown hair and silver eyes chased after her, her appearance was similar to that of the toilet. The guy who sneaked up on me is very similar, with a tall man and a fierce face, but from her limping posture and a few fresh wounds on her body, it can be seen that she obviously didn't take much advantage from my mother .

Hearing the movement behind him, the foreign man stopped his beating, threw his immobile father to the ground and turned around. I was horrified to find that he also had brown hair and silver eyes. What's the matter? !The whole family went out to kill and rob? !

At this time, the young man in the toilet also came out, his expression distorted like a ghost, three foreigners squeezed me and my mother in the middle, the encirclement became smaller and smaller, I was trembling almost unsteadily, at this time Suddenly something was forced into my hand, and when I looked down, it turned out to be another kitchen knife. My mother turned her back to me, and said in a hissing voice: "Run, call the police!" The knife slashed at the woman's face, and the scene suddenly became chaotic!

I lowered my head and dodged a punch from that burly man, and forced my way out through the gap between his crotch. I didn’t forget to raise my hand and slashed at the root of his life. He howled and fell to the ground. He scrambled and rushed over to see if my father was dead or alive, but he didn't expect him to stand up first, his face was covered in blood, and several bones in his face were sunken. Seeing me crawling over, he opened his mouth and spat out. Blood, said vaguely, "Go, go...", then grabbed the hardwood coffee table with both hands and rolled it up, and hit the strong man with a whoosh, blood spattered!

It usually takes two people to barely lift this coffee table, and I don't know where he got the strength for such a thin person.

I don't even know how I found the key to open the door, and how I rushed downstairs while scrambling. The moment the door was closed, my parents were still fighting desperately with those foreign devils, and the sound of flesh being chopped and bones broken was clearly audible.

When I ran out of the big iron gate downstairs, the oncoming cold wind blew me a somersault, and I sat down directly on the ground—there was a gray world in front of me, and there were bungalows on both sides of the street as far as I could see. They are far away from each other, but my family obviously lives in an urban area where every inch of land is very expensive, so it is impossible to build a building that is so extravagant.

Getting up from the ground, I looked back and was completely dumbfounded - there was a two-story bungalow behind me, not the six-story residential building where my family lived!

With a sound of "snap", a window opened on the second floor, and the brown-haired, silver-eyed young man had a grin on his face, holding two bloody corpses in his hands, and went downstairs like he was throwing rubbish. As soon as I threw it, "bang" and "bang" hit the wall and the eaves several times, leaving a few clear blood marks, and finally fell to my feet.

I stood there motionless, and I didn't even have the guts to check it out. It seemed that as long as I closed my eyes and didn't look, I could deceive myself that my parents were still alive.

He looked at me, made a thumbs-down gesture, and slammed the window, which made it obvious - get out, this isn't your home anymore.

I stood in front of that small building for a long time, so long that the blood on the ground was so dry that I couldn't see the bright red color, and my whole body was frozen by the cold air and I almost lost consciousness. Finally, I took steps mechanically and walked to the distance.

I don't know where I'm going, I don't even know where I am now, my mind is completely numb, let my legs drag me forward step by step, walk across the wide road, turn through countless bends, go around Several houses, and finally walked into a place surrounded by iron fences, the doorway was an iron circular arch, with a wooden board hanging on it, shaken by the wind, and there were words in Russian that I couldn't understand .

In fact, you can guess the meaning of this word as long as you look inside, because all you can see are tombstones, big and small, one next to the other.

I walked in by a ghost, as if someone was guiding me, and stopped in front of an inconspicuous gray tombstone, on which my gray and white photo was pasted, and my name and birth and death years were engraved in Chinese .

So I'm dead?So what happened before?Memories before dying?

The sky and the earth began to spin, and everything fell into a bizarre twist. I felt my body became lighter and lighter, like a feather, a clump of fluff, and fell down unsteadily. I felt my back touch a board, twisted my body, and realized that it was a rather cramped space. I lay in it, and I could barely move my arms and legs. I could only look up at the sky on my back. The rectangular sky is in a daze.

There were small noises and faint crying sounds outside. I could hear the voices of my parents, my classmates, and more people I didn’t know. to the eardrums and nerves of every mourner.

A shadow loomed overhead, lower and lower, and I realized it was a square plank, hanging a little bit on its hinges, about to be nailed shut.

...Wait a minute, since I still have the strength to think about things, am I really dead?

The strength I don’t know came from supported me and I began to struggle. I couldn’t stretch my hands and feet in the narrow coffin. I could only try to sit up with the strength of my waist and abdomen like a dying fish. , the coffin lid that fell from the sky has already touched my forehead, and it is still pressing down hard!

"Wait..." I stretched out my hand to support the board, and opened my mouth to try to shout, "Wait a minute! I haven't...cough cough!!!"

There was a piercing pain in my throat, and a few soft petals overflowed from my mouth, bringing out a dripping warm liquid. The pain made me more awake, and I began to slam the surrounding things desperately: " Let me out! I'm not dead yet! Cough cough cough!!!—"

The more intense I resisted, the more my throat hurt, and the gushing petals and branches almost buried my whole body, but I forced myself not to care about those, just frantically smashing everything in front of me, hitting The bleeding from my fist didn't mean to stop. There was a voice telling me that if I give up at this time, I'm really dead!

The coffin lid suddenly stopped with a "click", and its falling momentum was stopped by a force from top to bottom, and then that force began to lift the coffin lid up little by little until a gap big enough for one person to get through was exposed. , a pale arm suddenly stretched out from the side, grabbed my collar and dragged it out forcefully, I rolled out and fell into a cold embrace, and then I felt someone pinch my mouth and open it. Open, a cold living creature slipped in, I could even feel the tiny scales on its body rubbing against the esophagus.

The burning pain in my throat disappeared all of a sudden, and was replaced by the coolness of vaporized mints. I blinked and reached out to touch my neck. It was intact, there was no hole, and there was no mess coming out. petal.

"It's all right now." The person who rescued me said so, but his face still had the fear of the rest of his life, "I promise, I won't let you have any accidents again, I should have come here soon... I'm sorry."

I moved my throat and called out the other person's name: "...Odysseus?"

He nodded, helped me stand up, and asked softly: "You think of me, very good, then remember who you are?"

I subconsciously lowered my head to look at my hands. The joints and tendons were distinct, and the palms and backs were covered with large and small calluses and wounds. Obviously, these were not the hands of a dead college student, but the hands of a warrior who had gone through wind and frost.I raised my hand to touch my hair again, a few strands of naturally curly brown bangs fell slowly, blocking my eyes.

I am Lin Yu, a salty fish otaku who is not very talented, loved by my parents, and from a well-off family. I grew up peacefully until I was 23 years old. The intrigue of the gods and big bosses, the snake skin moves in the bloody wind, and lives in danger, trying to change the predetermined destiny of some people.

I finally said, "I remember."

Odysseus nodded: "Just remember."

My voice was difficult: "You know everything?"

"Know what?" He tilted his head, "Is that important?"

I hesitated for a moment, and decided to ask a more euphemistic question: "Odysseus, in your perception, is it possible that there are two souls hidden in one body? Only one occupies the main consciousness, and the other is unaware of its existence. This situation..."

"This situation is impossible, at least it is impossible for human beings." Odysseus denied my conjecture very simply, "Let me make an analogy, if the soul is compared to the human body, then the body is A piece of clothing cannot completely fit the human body, otherwise you will not be able to move when you wear it."

I was silent for a while.

"Don't understand?" Odysseus was a little distressed, "Let me use another example, if you have an old mobile phone with a capacity of only 1GB, it is impossible for the system settings to allow you to completely fill up the content of 1GB. It will be directly stuck and unable to function. A soul has already filled a body, and the space left is to ensure the normal operation of the human body. If another soul is forced into it, the human body will directly collapse and die."

"Then..." I thought about my words, "What will happen if the original soul is too weak and the body is taken over by an outsider?"

Odysseus looked at me meaningfully: "Isn't this situation what humans often refer to as 'seizurement'? Since all the homes have been taken away, the original owner is of course gone."

He thought for a while, and added: "If two souls are squeezed into one body, even if they barely survive, it will be very painful. This is two different concepts from split personality. In the eyes of the protoss, this is just the emergence of a single soul. The division of the soul, and the division of the soul is another concept. The strength of the human body is limited and cannot bear it. You can grow up to this age without incident, which means that there is only one soul in this body from beginning to end, which is yourself, and there is no original owner. If there was, he would have left long ago."

Already gone?Who was that guy who was attacking me before that?

Odysseus saw through my thoughts and comforted him: "After passing through the Wall of Sighs, everything you encounter is an illusion based on elements of reality. You are the only one, and everything else is an illusion created by the illusion. Also, a very important point, I hope you understand - you have never been the perpetrator, the tragedy of that child was not caused by you, you are the same as him, They are all victims, and there is nothing to feel guilty about."

"Okay, I understand." I moved my hands, and then made a joint stretching movement to restore myself to normal state, "I also saw Zilong and the others before, and they have been chasing and killing that fake me, Is it also an illusion?"

"It's hard to say, but according to your description, it may be true. They accidentally broke into this field, but the managers of the illusion realized that they might wake you up, so they drove them away forcibly." Dexius played with the snake staff in his hand, stroked lightly into the void, and then led me across the crack into a brand new space. Looking up, there were countless translucent light spots floating in the dark background, like Swimming slowly like jellyfish, dreamy and weird.

He poked a spot of light that just passed our eyes with the end of the snake stick, it shook for a while, and the scene of the sanctuary was actually reflected in it.

I immediately realized that most of the people locked up here are saints who passed through the Wall of Sighs!

Odysseus glanced at me, nodded, and then shook the staff vigorously, and the spot of light spread out in front of our eyes immediately, enveloping the two of us.

When I opened my eyes again, I immediately recognized the place where I was lying. It was the Temple of Asclepius, which had been abandoned for many years. Odysseus was squatting not far away, frowning. I waved.

I quickly got up, patted the ashes on my body and ran over, and saw a familiar figure with injuries all over his body, lying in the ruins with unknown life or death.

It was Aiolos, fourteen-year-old Aiolos, who had just desperately sent baby Athena out of the sanctuary a few minutes ago.

We're back to where it all started.

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Parents risk their lives to protect their children even in a bloody nightmare