Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 587 The sky clears

"It... it's coming!!"

Thomson was so nervous that he couldn't speak.

He held the torch tightly in one hand and the book tightly in the other.

Pah!

Zhao Yi, who was standing by, lit a cigarette.

It was the same one he had given Zhao Yi before.

"Thomson, go..."

"The nightmare should end here."

Thomson trembled, holding the book and facing the huge fear in his heart, and walked towards the shadow step by step.

With every step, many beads of sweat would ooze out of his forehead.

The bloodshot in his eyes would become more full.

Why...

Why was he so afraid of this shadow?

Why did so many of his memories disappear, and he couldn't remember them no matter how hard he tried?

Was Zhao Yi's speculation really a reality that had happened before?

At this moment, Thomson's heart began to panic, or hesitant.

This is a process that everyone has to go through.

Like a new soldier about to go to the battlefield, no matter how brave he is, his hands and feet will inevitably tremble before charging.

Thomson knew that he had no way out.

If he retreats now, the evil ghost will definitely kill him.

Only by awakening the memory of the evil ghost in front of him will it be possible for it to let him go!

Thinking of this, Thomson endured the severe pain in his head, overcame all difficulties, stared at the almost frozen cold step by step, clutched the torch and the book, and came to the evil ghost.

He raised his head, looked at the evil ghost wrapped in black fog, handed the book to it tremblingly, and said loudly to it:

"Master!"

"Do you still remember me?"

"I am Thomson!"

"Remember it quickly, Master! You are a cultivator, how can you be controlled by evil thoughts?!"

The evil ghost stared at Thomson for a long time.

In the dark green eyes, there was great grief and sympathy.

But in the end... it still stretched out its hand and slowly took the book from Thomson's hand.

The evil ghost cast a grateful look at Zhao Yi behind Thomson and turned away.

Seeing it dissipate in the rain, Thomson seemed to have lost all his courage and fell to the ground.

Although he was shaking violently, he laughed like crazy:

"We survived!"

"We... survived!!"

He laughed and laughed, and the heavy rain outside stopped.

A ray of dazzling sunlight shone in and shone on Thomson's face.

It was neither cold nor hot.

"It's finally over."

Qin Bai exhaled, but Zhao Yi said to Thomson:

"The rain has stopped, Thomson, you should go back too."

Thomson's eyes lit up slightly, and he murmured:

"Yes..."

"The rain has stopped..."

"I should go home..."

After saying that, he walked out as if he had lost his mind.

Zhao Yi and Qin Bai came to the door and entered the corridor, watching Thomson walking away in the sun in the distance, and finally slowly disappeared.

Their sealed power returned to their bodies.

Thomson's obsession was solved.

"I still don't understand... Is his obsession solved just like that?"

Qin Bai didn't understand.

Zhao Yi held the railing with one hand and said:

"At the beginning, everyone thought that Thomson's obsession was to write a story that was exciting enough...including me."

"This comes from the hints given to us by the book and the pen."

"But the real danger of this cursed world is that Thomson's obsession is not to write a horror story that is exciting enough, but to leave this place alive."

Qin Bai was stunned when he heard this.

"Leave alive?"

"You mean..."

Zhao Yi said slowly:

"Yes."

"A long time ago, Thomson did come to this place to collect inspiration because he couldn't write a novel, and this Taoist temple really lived in an old Taoist priest...but whether the Taoist priest ascended or died in the end is unknown."

"However, what is certain is that...Thomson really died in this place."

"He couldn't go back."

Qin Bai was a little surprised:

"Brother Yizi, how did you find out?"

Zhao Yi turned his head and glanced at him.

"Ordinary people may be able to survive without food for 30 days, but the environment is very demanding."

"This place is deep in the mountains and old forests. Even if the wild beasts outside dare not enter the gym for some strange reasons, they can always guard outside."

"The gym is more than a hundred miles away from the nearest town. How can a very weak person walk this hundred miles?"

"Besides, in such rainy weather, the temperature has been extremely low. How can Thomson survive without eating or drinking?"

Qin Bai thought seriously.

"These... are just speculations, right?"

"Although the possibility of Thomson surviving is really very small..."

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"Have you been to other rooms in the gym?"

Qin Bai nodded.

"Of course!"

"But this place is really damaged, and many things are damaged."

Zhao Yi:

"Not damaged."

"It was violently demolished."

"Think carefully, are all the things in the room that can be burned and demolished almost demolished?"

When Qin Bai heard this, something connected in his mind. He quickly turned around and looked at the donor room.

Pictures on the wall, tattered altar.

And... the kicked over brazier.

"I understand...I understand..."

Qin Bai was greatly shocked in his heart.

"Thomson was trapped in this place back then. There was nothing to eat, only a few rotten fruits on the public platform. It was raining heavily outside, and Thomson had nowhere to go. He fell down on the road again and suffered a serious injury. Injured, I can only huddle in the gym and wait for the rainstorm to end."

"But he never thought that this heavy rain would never stop at once."

"He is cold and can only light a fire to keep warm."

"However, after the old Taoist priest left, the firewood in the room was limited. By the time he got to the end, he had nothing to burn, so he could only start tearing up the paintings and smashing the cabinets... and because of the lack of suitable tools, not only was the process of smashing the cabinets difficult, but also He even hurt himself…”

He stood in the house, and it seemed as if he had returned to that cold rainy day before his eyes.

Qin Bai watched with his own eyes as Thomson smashed the burning objects bit by bit in fear and despair, threw them into the brazier in front of him, and then watched numbly as they turned into ashes bit by bit.

Finally, Thomson dragged his already exhausted body toward the heavy rain outside, hoping to take a chance before death.

Or... he just wanted to die.

Compared with committing suicide, it seemed that watching himself die in that dark and cold room was more difficult for him to accept.

The specific details of that year are unknown.

But Qin Bai could understand Thomson's fear.

"He gets a headache when he thinks about the memory of that year because he is filled with unspeakable fear about that memory. He is unable to face it, and he is unwilling to face that memory a second time."

"I kept using verbal hints to let him get out of the predicament through self-deception, and finally thought he was saved..."

Zhao Yi put his hands in his pockets and looked at the rising sun in the distance.

"This method has serious sequelae for some patients with emotional disorders...but for Thomson, it doesn't matter."

"He just wants to go home anyway... doesn't he?"

PS: Phew!

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