Chapter 1181 I'm Still Alive

Boundless darkness enveloped the entire world. In the shadows, one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, and there was no sound.

After being immersed in this state for a long time, Malashenko, who was the only one with a normal mind, finally confirmed that he was still alive. At least if he could still think, he would not be a cold corpse.

Malashenko, who could not see anything or hear any sound, did not know what state he was in. Out of the most instinctive fear of human beings for boundless darkness, Malashenko, who felt a little uneasy in his heart, finally tried to speak.

"Is anyone there? Can anyone hear?"

When Malashenko shouted the first sentence, he habitually used Chinese. But after he said it, he found that he seemed a little outrageous, and then he immediately added the second sentence.

"Who can hear? Is anyone there?"

One Chinese and one Russian, two voices came out one after another, but what awaited Malashenko was still only boundless hardship and darkness.

"Fuck you, what the hell is this place? Can a time traveler stay in this place where neither humans nor ghosts exist after death? Where is this place? Is it the gap between two timelines or the abyss of parallel universes?"

Humans are naturally social animals. Once they find that all their familiar companions have disappeared and all their kind are no longer in this world, the uncontrollable panic will grow and spread rapidly from the bottom of their hearts like fertilizing weeds.

Even a Soviet hero as determined as Malashenko is no exception as a normal person.

"Fuck you! You tortured me when I was alive and threw me into this hellish place with gunfire flying! You still don't let me go after I die. Am I going to stay in this invisible and intangible place forever? Let me die cleanly, okay!?"

From the slight panic at the beginning to the hysteria a few minutes later.

Malashenko was panicked by the terrible situation he had never encountered before. How terrible and chilling would it be to stay in this ghost place that he had never dreamed of and stay awake?

In terms of torture alone, the horror of this unknown dark world is simply more terrible than tens of thousands of streets with life sentences. At least when you are imprisoned in prison, you can still see living people, and maybe there will be a few muscular inmates who are interested in philosophy and discuss with you, which is much better than this ghost place that you dare not even think about.

Just when Malashenko, who had shouted for a long time but still got nothing and was exhausted, wanted to calm down and rest and think about the next countermeasures, a familiar voice that seemed familiar floated leisurely from an unknown dark corner.

"I thought you wouldn't feel scared. It seems that even after such a cruel experience, humans can't suppress their instincts.

My cry finally got a response, and it was still human language that could be understood and communicated. This was the greatest compliment to Malashenko at the moment!

As for what this mother-dead, ruthless and sarcastic voice was saying, it didn't seem to be that important at the moment.

"You haven't died yet, but there is no guarantee that you won't die in the future. Death is the final destination of all humans."

???

"What the hell is this dog-day blind charlatan saying? Don't tell me that the wall of the mental hospital collapsed and ran out of the idiot."

Malashenko, who was complaining in his heart, still felt that this was an opportunity that was delivered to him. No matter how outrageous it was, it couldn't be wasted. After a little thought, he immediately went to the general direction of the voice and blurted it out.

"Who are you? Why am I here? Where is this place? You said I'm not dead, so what state am I in now? It's better not to tell me that my soul is out of my body! "

In the boundless darkness, not even a resounding echo existed, and everything was completely swallowed up. Comrade Lao Ma, who felt more and more unsure, panicked again, thinking that this damn freak had come here to chat for a few words and then ran away?

Just when Malashenko was frightened and muttering in his heart, the voice without any warning suddenly sounded again.

"I brought you here just to see how much you have changed. It seems that your mind has not been completely swallowed up by the war. It is still a normal reaction. People like you are not often seen. "

"Fuck! My friend, can't you say a few words? I don't understand a word of it!"

Malashenko, who was wailing in his heart, resisted the urge to interrupt the damn speech, but just quietly waited for the next words and his unpredictable fate.

"Now, go back, continue your fight and return to the battlefield. Let me see what kind of path you will take next. ”

???

Fuck, that’s it? 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 endless darkness that faded away, there was no more answer to Malashenko’s voice, only the instantaneous replacement of the interlaced shadows of illusion and reality that made people unable to react in time.

“Wooah——”

“Ha hu hu hu”

“Oh, my God! He’s awake, Colonel Malashenko is awake! Doctor, go find Doctor Igor, Sharapova, go quickly!”

The world that suddenly regained light in the blink of an eye seemed a little dazzling. Malashenko, who seemed to have had a nightmare, sat on the bed with his upper body propped up, breathing heavily, and sweat on his forehead, as if a life that did not belong to this world was suddenly born in a strange environment.

"I am in the hospital now???"

After the violent breathing gradually subsided, the frightened Malashenko finally had time to take a closer look at everything around him.

The white curtains hung on the window sill at the head of the bed, blowing in the breeze, floating like blue waves. The birds outside the window were chirping on the branches, fighting for a caterpillar that no one knew who got it first, and flapping their wings.

The mixed smell of light disinfectant and elegant floral fragrance filled the room, filling every breathable air.

There were a few pieces of furniture and some simple furnishings in the neat and clean room. Malashenko looked around the room and realized that he was sitting on a bed. He was the only one in the single ward, with a bed. Even the white blanket and hospital gown on his body were spotless and brand new.

Malashenko stared blankly at his raised hands and fell into a short memory. It was unbelievable that everything was completely out of touch.