Abuse's extravagance

is black.

There is no sign and no one knows how long ago, his world can only be described by the word black.

It is a little darker than the night without stars when the sun is setting in the west, but it is not as full of color as the black swaying on the canvas, and it is completely in a lifeless dark area.

This is an alien space with no sense of time and direction, which makes people feel panic and helpless. They can't see their fingers or touch anything tangible.

He didn't know whether he was alive or dead, lying or standing, because. ． ． ． ． ． ．He doesn't feel it.

His nerve cells do not receive any stimulation signals, no matter whether it is cold or hot, pain or itching, they are all insensitive.He also couldn't control his limbs or make any expressions, as if he was integrated with the air, and he existed in this way without attachment and without sense of existence.

Ask him if he is afraid of being trapped in this world all the time?

Of course he was scared.

Although he has no feelings, he retains a sense of consciousness.People are afraid when they are in an unknown and out of control state.

As he stayed longer, his thoughts became clearer and his mind became more active.

He kept thinking about this matter, and every second and every minute, many words and sentences flashed through his mind, as if there was still a boring person like himself in his head, who was constantly talking to him.

But what was he thinking about?He couldn't tell why.

He can only react according to the current feelings, and often many thoughts are meaningless.And these meaningless soliloquy became the past in his blank memory.

Even though this world makes people feel dull, flustered, even to the point of the word "tired", but recently there will occasionally be some ethereal voices coming from inexplicable directions, and listening to those voices is his greatest pleasure at present.

The most common thing is the sound of footsteps, and sometimes there are voices of men and women.

It's strange to say that he is a person who has no memory of the past at all, but his brain has cognition of these things, and can even describe a sample shape, which completely puzzles him.

Among these voices, the one that impressed him the most was the voice of a certain man.

Why are you impressed by him?

The first is that he appeared many times, so he naturally settled in his heart; anyway, his memory is so empty that it makes people feel empty and lonely, and his intrusion at this time is like bringing rain to the dry land.

The second is that his voice is very nice and moving.Softly and in a low voice, whenever he heard the man's voice, he would stop thinking about it and become very calm; his voice seemed to be able to block all negative emotions, almost making him forget that he was in a state of despair.

Although he didn't know the man, and he didn't know who the man was talking to, but with his company, he no longer felt helpless and lonely, which was his only solace in this dead world.

Just when he thought that he would gradually get used to the darkness and try to exist in this way, a harsh strange female voice suddenly came, bringing him an unprecedented experience and change.

"Roy, I never thought you would have today~"

From the uplifting tone of his voice, he could feel that there should be a smile on her face.But that tone was too arrogant, which made him dislike this woman from the first time he met her.

Afterwards, the woman said some unpleasant words. The words were full of sarcasm and vitriol. Just from the curse, one could feel that she hated the person she was talking about.

Although he thought it would be fun to eavesdrop on other people's conversations when he had nothing to do, he didn't want to hear such bad words.

The word "death" symbolized destruction and the return of all things to zero, which seemed to him a hint that he was most likely dead, otherwise why would he stay in this tortured hell with no hope and no time to move.

He really wanted to yell at her to shut up, but his sensory organs couldn't receive any stimuli at all, and he didn't know what form he was in now, so how could he speak?

He thought he might just be a consciousness. ． ． ． ．

During a burst of frustration, he suddenly felt a shock wave touch him, overturning the conclusion he had just obtained.

(Did someone pull his hair just now?)

When this idea came out of his head, all the sensory perceptions poured into his body instantly, and he could feel the existence of hands, feet, facial features and skin immediately, and even knew that he was lying flat.

There were still doubts in his heart, but the soreness on his cheeks immediately showed that he was a living body.

This astonishing discovery filled him with passion.Excitement, joy, joy, joy, etc., these are not enough to describe one ten-thousandth of his mood.

He still can't understand why he is alive in this state, but since this woman can make him regain consciousness, it should be able to take him out of this ghost place.

"Really... I will forgive you today."

The woman said this as if she was telling her that she was about to leave.Realizing this, his full of joy was extinguished, and panic and anxiety suddenly rose in his chest, feeling that the dark trembling was taking away his consciousness bit by bit, and numbness began from the extremities of his limbs.

How can this be!

He managed to get out of that insulated world, knowing that he was still standing in the world; if he let her go at this time, he would have to wait until the next person who could bring him the same hope appeared, I don't know when?

(No! You can't go!) Afraid that the good feeling right now would be gone, he wanted to stop her loudly, but he couldn't make any sound from his mouth, nor could he move his body.

While struggling hard, he heard the sound of the door being slammed shut.That voice knocked him from full hope to the bottom of the valley.

(Don't go—!) As if his heart was hollowed out by fear, he screamed with all his strength.

In an instant, the dark world in his eyes was smashed through a crack by his fierce desire, just like the dawn, a ray of light revealed, illuminating the field of vision.

He hadn't seen the light for a long time, and the light was so dazzling that he didn't dare to open his eyes directly, and closed his eyelids tightly.

Even with his eyes closed, he still felt that the light was getting bigger and stronger.In an instant, it swallowed the darkness that had covered him and turned it into brilliant white.

All the feelings became more vivid and three-dimensional at this moment, and he opened his eyes to meet the real world without hesitation.

At first, the scene in front of me was a little blurry, a vast expanse of whiteness.After his pupils adjusted to the light and his eyes focused, he found himself lying in a white, unfamiliar room.

Turning his eyes to look around, except for a two-person sofa chair and a table on his right, there are no decorations and furnishings in the room, which is monotonous and boring.

Feeling the pungent smell of the air flowing through his nose, he frowned reflexively.

He wanted to stand up and explore more carefully, but the moment he made the movement, a stabbing pain violently spread from his chest. The pain was so strong that his scalp was numb and the hairs all over his body stood on end. A sense of moisture quickly filled his closed eyes.

(It hurts! How could it be so painful!?) The first feeling after waking up was so shocking that he clenched his fists in shock and dared not move.

After the stinging pain subsided, it was replaced by a burning sensation, and he felt the blood in his chest churning hot, making him extremely uncomfortable.It wasn't until after a long time of slow, narrow breathing that it subsided.

Staring blankly at the ceiling, he suddenly felt that the real world seemed no better than when he was in a coma.

It seemed that he was frightened by the painful first experience just now, and he didn't want to move at all for the next time, just lay down and studied why he was here?Where is this and who am I?

However, in his mind, he couldn't find any pictures that happened in the past at all, and he couldn't remember anything about himself.

"For a person, if there is no past, it is equivalent to no future. 』

The current him is even more negative than when he was in that dark world.Afraid of the cruel experience of the real world, feeling helpless against the ignorant self.

Just when he was feeling hesitant about this reality, suddenly, the door on the right was opened.Seeing a woman in white entering the room, his pair of half-covered star eyes suddenly shone brightly.

It's a pity that the woman kept looking at the information and filling in her hand, and didn't notice his passionate gaze.

He tried to speak to get her attention.However, right now his mouth is very dry and his throat is so tight that it is difficult to even try to swallow a mouthful of saliva to moisten his throat.He quickly abandoned this method.

Then he tried to move his hands and feet slowly, intending to make noises in a way that would not abuse himself.

But his left hand and foot were bound by hard white objects and he couldn't move. The only thing that could move a little was his right hand, which was full of drips.

Seeing that the woman was about to leave, he wrapped his fingers around the tube nervously and anxiously, and when the tube was tight, he let his whole hand hang down along the edge of the bed, and smoothly pulled down the drip stand beside him.

A loud "clang" sound startled the woman, and she quickly glanced back at him.After meeting each other's eyes, there was a look of surprise on their faces.

I thought she would come to pay attention to me and talk to me, but in the next moment, her footsteps were not coming in my direction, but quickly walked out to the door in the opposite direction.

Her disappearance didn't make him feel lost or hopeless, because he knew he had succeeded in proving his existence.

After the tense nerves were relaxed, a burst of fatigue overwhelmed his whole body, making him feel tired. He closed his eyes and made a gesture to rest.

When he opened his eyes again, the first words that the man in white clothes said to him that appeared in his eyes made him understand one thing: So he was the Roy that he heard from other people when he was in the dark world. ． ． ． ．

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