Boundless darkness enveloped the entire world, and in the shadows, one could not see his fingers, could not see anything, and there was no sound.
After indulging in this state for a long time, Malashenko, who was still thinking normally, finally confirmed that he was still alive, and at least could think, so he would not be a cold corpse.
Malashenko, who couldn't see anything or hear any sound, didn't know what kind of state he was in now. Out of the most instinctive fear of human beings against the boundless darkness, Malashenko felt a little uneasy in his heart and finally tried to speak.
Make a sound.
"Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"
The first sentence came out of his mouth, and Malashenko habitually used Chinese. But as soon as he said it, he realized that he seemed a bit outrageous, and then he added the second sentence.
"Who can hear me? Is anyone here?"
One sentence in Chinese and one in Russian, two voices were spoken one after another, but what awaited Malashenko was still boundless distress and darkness.
"Damn it, what the hell is this place? Is it possible that the time traveler can only stay in this kind of place where there are no people or ghosts after death? Where on earth is this! The gap between the two timelines is still parallel.
The abyss of the universe?"
Human beings are naturally gregarious animals. Once they find that all the familiar companions around them have disappeared and all the same kind are no longer in this world, uncontrollable panic will quickly grow and spread from the bottom of their hearts like fertilizing weeds.
Even a strong-willed Soviet hero like Malashenko is still no exception as long as he is a normal person.
"Damn you! You tortured me while I was alive and threw me into this hellish place full of gunfire! If you don't let me go after death, am I going to stay in this invisible and intangible place forever? Let me
How about I just die?"
From a slight panic at the beginning, to hysteria a few minutes later.
The terrible situation that he had never encountered made Malashenko panic. It would be so terrible to stay awake in such a ghost place that he had never even dreamed of.
Chilling stuff?
In terms of torture alone, this unknown dark world is so terrifying that it can kill tens of thousands of people with a life sentence. At least you can see living people in prison, and maybe a few muscular prisoners.
Friends are interested in philosophy, and discussing it with you is far better than this kind of ghost place that I dare not even think about.
Just when Malashenko, who had been shouting for a long time and still got nothing, was exhausted from shouting, wanted to calm down and have a rest before thinking about the next countermeasures, a familiar voice that seemed familiar came from the unknown darkness at this moment.
Floating leisurely from the corner.
"I thought you wouldn't feel scared. It seems that even after such a cruel experience, humans still can't suppress their instincts."
His call finally got a response, and he can still understand and communicate human words. This is the biggest compliment to Malashenko at the moment!
As for what this mother-like, taunting voice is saying, it doesn't seem to be very important at the moment.
"You are not dead yet, but there is no guarantee that you will not be in the future. Death is the final destination of all human beings."
???
"Uncle Wori, what on earth are you talking about, this idiot who can't see you? He's not a fool who ran out of a mental hospital after the wall collapsed."
Malashenko, who was complaining in his heart, still felt that this was an opportunity presented to him. No matter how outrageous it was, it could not be wasted. After thinking for a while, he blurted out in the general direction of the sound.
"Who are you? Why am I here? Where is here? You said I'm not dead, so what's my state now? It's best not to tell me that I'm out of body!"
.......
There was not even a resounding echo in the boundless dark space, which completely swallowed up everything. Comrade Ma, who felt more and more unsure of his heart, panicked again, thinking to himself that this stupid freak came here to chat casually.
Run away after just two sentences?
Just when Malashenko's heart was pounding and muttering, that sound without warning suddenly came out again.
"I brought you here just to see how much you have changed. It seems that your mind has not been completely devoured by the war. You are still a normal person. People like you are not often seen."
...
"Damn it! Tiezi, can't you say a few words of human language? I can't understand a damn word of it!"
Malashenko, who was wailing in his heart, resisted himself from interrupting his dog-like speech. He just waited quietly for the next words and his unpredictable destiny.
"Now, go back, continue your fight and return to the battlefield. Let me see what kind of path you will take next."
???
Damn it, it’s gone now? What the hell!?
"Hey! Hey! Don't go, you haven't answered my question yet, where am I!? Who are you? Hey! Hey——"
In the boundless darkness that faded away, there was no answer to Malashenko's voice. There was only a momentary exchange between the shadows of illusion and reality that left no one with time to react.
"Ugh——"
"Ha... Huh... Huh... Huh..."
"Oh, my God! Wake up, Colonel Malashenko is awake! Doctor, go to Dr. Igor, Sharapova, go!"
Just in the blink of an eye, the bright world suddenly reappeared, which seemed a bit dazzling. As if he had had a nightmare, Malashenko raised his upper body and sat on the bed, gasping for air, with cold sweat on his forehead.
It is as if a life that does not belong to this world is suddenly born into a strange environment.
"I...I...am...in the hospital now???"
After his violent breathing gradually calmed down, Malashenko, who was still in shock, finally had time to take a closer look at everything around him.
The pure white curtains are hung next to the window sill beside the bed, blowing in the breeze, and are as smooth as blue waves. The birds outside the window are chirping on the branches, and they are fighting for the caterpillar that I don’t know who got it first, almost flapping their wings.
.
The mixed smell of light disinfectant and elegant floral fragrance filled the room, filling every breathable air.
There were only a few furniture and some simple furnishings in the neat and clean room. Malashenko looked around the room and realized that he was sitting on a hospital bed, and this single large
There was only one person in the ward, a hospital bed, and even the white blanket and hospital gown covering the body, showing a brand-new image of being spotless.
Malashenko, who stared blankly at the palms of his raised hands, fell into a brief flash of memories. Everything that was completely out of touch was simply unbelievable.