1071 Survival Instinct
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calm. calm. calm.
But, fuck his cool!
The chaotic brain has become a mess, a mess, a surging, that kind of uncontrollable panic is rapidly swallowing all the reason in the mind.
This is just a self-experience, this is a personal experience arranged by him, this is the effect he expects.
According to the plan, the emotions and emotions of the first stage have been experienced once in the "buried alive" period, and he does not need to do repeated useless work again today; instead, he adjusts his state and slowly cuts into the second stage method. pie feeling.
So, what he needs to do now is to calm down, completely remove that useless fear, and get back on track.
However, the plan has not kept up with the changes.
In that boundless silence, the surging loneliness began to occupy every cell in the body.
The bigger the universe is, the smaller the individual is; the bigger the tranquility is, the weaker the individual is; the bigger the world is, the more humble the individual is, and what's worse, he can't find a companion, and he is alone to face such a grand and majestic universe, the endless pressure began to vent, as if... as if he had to carry the entire world on his own, struggling, really struggling.
That feeling of loneliness starts to make people feel terrified and timid.
He raised his eyes and searched every corner in his field of vision, but found nothing. Except for the openness, it was still empty, but he felt the loneliness more and more, and it was surging.
When I was in the coffin, the world was so small. He only needs to raise his hand to touch the edge and top of the whole world, everything is within reach, squeezed crampedly and urgently, almost suffocating.
That kind of face-to-face confrontation is on the verge of breaking out, as if he can give the opponent a head-on blow as long as he raises his fist. So, he resisted, he chose to face the resistance, and fought in the most violent way, trying to use his own fists to forcibly open up a way to survive.
But now, the world is so grand. In any case, he couldn't find the boundaries, the kind of vastness that magnified everything, magnified to the extreme, except himself.
Even if he raised his fists, even if he gritted his teeth, even if he was ready, his resistance was still so weak that he couldn't even shake the opponent's slightest bit, the heavy fist just smashed into the air, There is no point of leverage or landing in the whole body. That sense of powerlessness swept through from the depths of the heart. Before the resistance began, the sense of powerlessness and helplessness had already gnawed at the bones, and it was almost about to disarm and surrender.
It was not that he chose to give up, but that he wanted to fight, but he was powerless.
What he faced was not a coffin, not a kidnapper, not even a White House, a country, but the entire universe. God, that's the whole universe, how should his fist fight? Before even resisting, the hope of survival had been crushed to smithereens.
The eyes fell into a daze, completely blurring the focus; the suffocation gradually became hot, as if it was burning his lungs, and then the internal organs slowly began to ignite, torment and pain, little by little After tormenting his nerves and helplessness to the extreme, the survival instinct/energy broke out like this.
He should be calm, he should follow the plan, he should...
Go to hell with all this!
Struggling, Renly began to struggle, slapping his hands and feet fiercely, trying to break free, regain his freedom, and break the situation in front of him, but he couldn't.
The more you struggle, the more painful it is.
Every muscle in the body was bursting with powerful energy, but he was still fixed in place, unable to move. The depression and dullness further detonated the suffocation. He could hardly breathe, opened his mouth, and completely forgot. Despite the elegance and restraint of this life's education, he was breathing heavily, but he still couldn't feel the influx of oxygen, as if his throat had been completely strangled.
The hands, feet, chest, abdomen, knees, elbows, every part of the burning pain, the tingling feeling after the violent friction is like countless cow capillaries, drilling into the blood along the pores, tormenting Every inch of skin on his body, as if his whole body was in a sea of fire, the torment made the deep part of his brain start to scream.
However, he couldn't make a sound at all, he couldn't even feel the oxygen, let alone his own voice.
So, he could only open his mouth wide, like a stone sculpture, stiff in place.
A deep sense of powerlessness surged up, not despair, not anger, but powerlessness, like an ant shaking a tree in the sky, raised his head, but couldn't see the end at all; tried his best to search all the memories in his mind, but still searched There is no solution, far beyond the scope of his own cognition, it seems that there is no other way but to catch it.
From the body to the spirit, from the realization of the soul, the complete fall, the collapse of the whole line, the crushing of the whole process, the feeling of powerlessness began to erode the soul bit by bit, and after the pain reached the extreme, I even lost my senses, just lost my senses, Start to struggle.
"Ah! Ah, ah, ah!"
Even the painful groans became fragmented, like fish that had left the water, their mouths wide open trying to find a chance for life, but they were just struggling to the death between each breath.
sucker Punch.
each of the body
A muscle was resisting, his whole body began to twist, he lost control completely, saliva and sweat were mixed together, and his chin was covered, but he didn't notice his embarrassment at all, just trembling, shivering, In the end, exhausted, relying on the "big tree in the sky", his eyes were blank, dumbfounded, and his soul completely fell into a blank.
Panting, panting, the eye sockets were warm, and before I could control it, the hot tears broke through the restraint and slipped down, mixed with sweat and saliva, and slowly slid in along the neck, and the hot liquid touched. When I touched my chest covered in cold sweat, goosebumps suddenly appeared all over my body, and my muscles began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
So embarrassed.
But what's even more terrifying than the embarrassment is that he didn't realize his embarrassment at all, and he didn't have time to worry about his embarrassment. The suffocation was making his brain start to burn. He tried to scream, try to shout, try to Screaming for help, but no sound came out. He could only open his mouth wide and shout silently.
Think of a way, quickly think of a way!
When he was trapped in the coffin, he never gave up. Why did he choose to give up so quickly now that he was trapped in a vast universe? This is not him, this is definitely not him, he will not give up, he refuses to give up!
think. think!
Go to his/mom/thinking.
After the chaos reached the extreme, he became a blank brain, unable to think at all, and only had endless negative emotions in his chest, but even if it was negative emotions, he didn't have time to think carefully and sort out carefully at this time, he just wanted to vent, then realize that he can't even vent
He wanted to beat the coffin board hard, feeling the pain of his fist; he wanted to vent all his strength and burst out his emotions. However, there was only a cloud of air in front of him. In the vast universe, he couldn't even find a target to vent. Then he just froze in place, letting the negative emotions destroy the last thing in his mind. A trace of faith.
That surging powerlessness, punched at the heart, but he couldn't feel the pain at all, widened his eyes as if he could see that the light of life was dimming little by little, as if The burned ashes are like the afterglow.
So grand, yet so tragic.
He is a coward, he didn't even resist, so he chose to give up, it was ridiculous, extremely ridiculous, the tears had lost their meaning and turned into shame, laughing at his incompetence and helplessness. What about now? What should he do now, just here waiting for death to come?
In a trance, the shimmering light in the line of sight gradually brightened, and finally turned into a white light, and the world transformed into a large white, as if... just like a hospital ward.
The feet cannot move. The hands cannot move. The body can't move. He turned his head, but found that even his neck could only move left and right. He tried to raise his head and look at his toes. Such a simple action failed. The panic burst out in his numb thoughts. , Nightmare, he actually returned to that nightmare again.
Worse than death
He returned to Chu Jiashu's body, returned to the hospital bed, and was trapped in the high paraplegic body again. His soul could travel in the universe, but he was imprisoned here. In a square inch of land, he couldn't even commit suicide, and he could only be trapped in place like a walking corpse, waiting for the doctor's sentence and the arrival of the god of death.
Why? Why is this happening?
He's Renly Hall, not Chu Jiashu; he's been born again, no longer bound in that one world; he's now preparing for "Gravity", not lying in a hospital bed , waiting for the help of others.
No, it's not like that, things shouldn't be like this.
He was struggling, struggling desperately, struggling frantically, but with all his strength, his body couldn't move at all, it seemed that he couldn't even feel his fingers, his whole soul was locked in his brain and cut off. With all the connections between the mind and the neck down, the world is shrunk to the limit.
The vast universe shrunk rapidly, evolving from boundless to square inch, and the panic destroyed all his sanity. "No, no, it shouldn't be like this, it's impossible, absolutely impossible." He growled in a low voice, struggling harder and harder, not even noticing that his teeth hit his tongue and mouth.
Suddenly, a bloody smell spread in the mouth.
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