The gray color keeps changing, and finally becomes refined, turning into countless threads, swirling and swimming in the sight, wrapping everything in the sight, layer upon layer, forming an airtight network, extending to
The endless distance...
I seem to have become extremely small, in the center of this gray. Small is like a stone, a particle of dust, a wisp of smoke, an atom...
What is oneself?
The self, the self...represents all these things...that is...me.
who I am?
Civilian police officer...229527...anti-pornography operation...new boss...that black window...
Gray threads gathered in front of the eyes. Finally, they condensed into a bottomless darkness, and in the darkness, a bright silver luster was born. It rotated and spread around, like ink rippling in the water...
My thinking is still blurry. But my body... seems to be in pain.
The sensations connected by paralysis...yes, this feeling is called pain.
Every inch, every minute, everything that belongs to me seems to be in severe pain!
What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me...
die……
Yes. Am I dead?
My thoughts became gradually faster and clearer, but it seemed that I could only piece together the remaining fragments. There seemed to be mixed calls still ringing in my ears. The muzzle of the gun that erupted with flames filled my body with a stinging pain.
The clear and gradually blurred sky in the field of vision feels like soaring clouds and mist...
...But what I can feel is not as beautiful as the rumors, but it is not as scary as some other rumors. Moreover, this kind of nostalgic familiarity, I remember, this is clearly only when I am alive.
I have only experienced it thousands of times.
Pain is proof of being alive. Perception... is also proof of being alive.
So am I still alive? Still alive?
life.
It is gratifying to have life and a beautiful feeling...
That kind of strange perception makes people want to roar...
Then more things appeared, the pain that vibrated in the air, combined into a strange wah-wah sound, mixed with louder syllables... The pain in the body, composed of layers of cold feeling, penetrated into the body from every pore
...The internal pain, the strange fishy smell, the constant rumination, and the suffocation-like feeling make some places, maybe the throat, maybe the nasal cavity, tighten up in waves.
Then there is light.
All the light turned red and bright, as dry as if it had been burned.
The feeling is becoming clearer... My eyes are sore... My nose is a little blocked... My body is feeling cold... Only my hearing is intact and familiar, but what I can hear is extremely confusing... and unfamiliar.
Several vague shadows were running inside, back and forth, back and forth...
A rough voice was shouting, but the fuzzy and rolling pronunciation made it difficult to understand the meaning. A soft voice was moaning lowly, with strange pain, and further away, several sharp voices were howling.
The feeling was full of anxiety. But the strength supporting the body seemed to be keeping me away from all this.
There was only a soft voice chanting repeatedly.
It is still a strange word with a strange pronunciation, but after every pause of this sound, there seems to be a fixed beginning.
…
It was a long time, or several years later, that I understood the meaning of that chanting.
Very simple.
It was a prayer for blessing, and the beginning of each sentence was a name.
Edward, that is the name of the new student that represents me.
In the following ten years, this name has always represented an ordinary child who was born in a remote mountain village. His father was a village blacksmith and his mother died when he was born...
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