All Worlds Madhouse

The grief made it almost impossible for me to tell the passage of time.

It might have been a minute, it might have been ten minutes. As I cried, it didn't lessen at all, but intensified.

And gradually, I found a trace of clarity in this emotion that made me almost unable to stand still.

Yes, what am I doing? How can I still have time to lie here and cry? I have to go to the hospital to see Jenny. I have to be by her side. This is what I should do most at this moment.

However, a huge force suddenly grabbed my collar, pulling me back from my thoughts.

The force was so strong that it lifted me up and lifted my feet off the ground.

Maybe it was because tears blurred my vision. I saw a terrifying face, a mass of darkness, blurry outlines, distorted facial features, and under the ferocious mask were two terrifying eyes blazing with madness.

At this moment, I am extremely sure that this guy must be just like others said, a complete madman.

"Let me go!" I yelled.

However, what I received in response was a fist hitting my face.

It hit me between my eyebrows without mercy, making my head buzz.

I'm still crying, and actually I don't know if it's because of pain or sadness.

"Please let me go, I haven't done anything, I'm just a leader." I said in a trembling tone, but I thought my sobs must have been too loud, causing my words to be lost. Blurred.

Because before I finished speaking, the monster had already slammed me to the ground.

"Please don't do this, I have to leave, my wife is dead." I said with difficulty, and then struggled to get up.

The next second, I received a heavy punch in the abdomen.

"Please, I have to take a last look at Jenny, she is waiting for me!"

I growled.

But I miserably didn't hear any sound, and a turbid air blocked my throat, making it difficult for me to breathe smoothly, let alone shout.

Oh my God, why is this all happening? Everything is obviously going to get better soon, why?

If this is just a joke played by fate on me, then this joke is a bit too much, really too much.

I cried silently, my tears seeping into the heavy foundation and drying up instantly.

Perhaps seeing that I no longer struggled, the monster finally stopped taking action and instead stood quietly beside me, waiting for me to completely faint.

How could I faint? No matter how great the pain was, there was no way I could faint because I had more important things to do.

So, in this gap, I jumped up suddenly.

Then

Jumped off the overpass.

Under the bridge that day, there was a huge chemical pool with sulfur-colored liquid. I didn’t know what the liquid was, but I didn’t care anymore.

And that person probably didn't expect that my thin body could withstand such a violent blow, and he didn't even expect that my escape route was not along the road in front of me, but by jumping down.

In short, this moment of distraction allowed me to successfully escape from his clutches.

I'm falling

The tears escaped from my eyes due to the weightlessness, and finally did not reach into the foundation all over my face.

Maybe at this time, someone can see a few teardrops leaving me in mid-air, and they will find that I am not screaming hysterically, but crying bitterly.

Of course, there won't be such a person

Never again

So the next second, my world went bang!

Everything started to roar.

A stream of hot liquid poured into my ears and hit my eardrums. They were like hungry beasts, devouring me crazily. My cuffs, my trousers, my mouth, my tight Eyes closed, but still to no avail.

They wrapped me up without any gaps. I felt my face was burning. These chemical preparations seemed to have welded the makeup on my face firmly to my skin.

After that, my fall probably affected the weight of the bucket, so all the solution in the bucket began to rotate.

including me.

It was like a toilet flushing my whole body into a pipe.

Then I started to speed towards an unknown direction while roaring.

The tube was like a long and narrow birth canal, squeezing my body, and the thick juice around me was like the amniotic fluid surrounding me.

Originally, this feeling should belong to my unborn child, but now this feeling belongs to me.

I am falling, falling, or being reborn.

I don't know either.

Anyway, that's it, I lost consciousness.

Legend has it that people have a threshold for self-protection. For example, when you are in a stench, your nose will naturally help you block the smell. And when the pain becomes unbearable, you will pass out uncontrollably.

So, if a memory makes people miserable, what will become of this person?

Who knows.

When I woke up again, I saw a barren muddy land, the sound of crawlers stirring up the mud, and the lingering pungent smell.

I sat up with difficulty, and the bones all over my body were exuding fatal pain.

There is a stream at the foot, and on the huge wall beside the stream, there is a spitting pipe, and a foul-smelling liquid is flowing out.

The liquid smells exactly like me.

So why am I here?

I don't know, I don't even know who I am.

All I felt was inexplicable pain, anger, ridicule, sadness, heartbreaking, but also extremely ridiculous.

I can't describe what it feels like. It's like thousands of emotions are concentrated on a certain shaky point. Below that point is an endless abyss. And I don't even know where these emotions come from.

"hehe."

I chuckled. It was a subconscious chuckle. There was no reason. It was just a laugh.

At this time, I saw a small puddle next to me.

I moved over.

In the puddle, there was a face as pale as flour and algae-green hair.

"Ahhh. Ahaha."

This laughter seemed to have a life of its own, rushing out of my mouth uncontrollably.

Oh, yes, the mouth. On this face, there is actually a mouth drawn with lipstick. It is bloody and scarlet to the point of dazzling, and it stretches across the entire cheek.

Who is it mocking?

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha--"

Is it me?

Okay, then it's not smiling enough

Suddenly, I seemed to recall something, so I put my hand into my wet pocket, and there was a dagger there.

I turn it on.

blade

Hold it in your mouth.