The Emperor’s Angel of Death

When those unknown drugs were pumped into his body in large quantities, the boy felt as if he was in an ice storm, and began to tremble uncontrollably.

During this process, the restraint belt on the operating table firmly fixed him to the cold metal plate, so that he would not fall to the ground.

As the trembling and frenzy continued to squeeze his mind and body, his consciousness gradually became chaotic.

I don't know how long he finally got out of the storm, as if being carried into a warm and dull deep cave.

He lay there, continuing to immerse himself in dreams.

The boy had a long dream.

The illusion caused by pain first visited, the pain of his whole body nerves made the illusion extremely sharp, and the large amount of analgesic injected into his blood vessels twisted everything.

Those sharp and incomplete dream shards are like scattered jigsaw puzzles or shattered mirrors, intertwined with segments of dark and silent coma.

The interweaving and collision of the two feelings is like a game between two king-killing masters-thoughtful and cautious offensive and defensive, long-term deep strategy, and long planning before the move.

I don't know how long it has been floating around, the sharp edges of the fragments of the mind are gradually dulling, and the dreams are becoming more and more long-lasting and complicated.

He began to have some huge dreams that were extremely long and cyclical.

Those dreams are tired and menstrual years, spanning the years of generations, witnessing the ice covering everything and melting into spring water, experiencing the complete consolidation of the sea and then surging again, watching the brass disc-like sun galloping among the clouds in the sky After that, it was shining and bursting with light, then gradually dimmed, turned into embers, and was wiped away by the breeze.

Day and night alternate, endless...

Sometimes, his dreams are like an adventure. He sits in a fast-moving roller coaster and has a panoramic view of the world, but he also rises or falls frequently, so he needs to hold on to the handrails to avoid accidentally falling. .

Sometimes, in his dreams, his eyes will be restrained, and he will escape into his own flesh and blood, observing this gigantic body like a galaxy on a micro level, examining the countless atoms that make up the whole one by one, and splitting his life essence into the most subtle. Genetic information is like using a prism to subtly filter out its colorful components from light.

He felt that the organs and tissues all over his body were dissociating, as if he had become an old wall clock, and every fine element covered with Geneva patterns was exposed to the craftsman, waiting for maintenance and repair.

He was also like a biological sample. An experimental animal fixed on a workbench was first opened by a sharp blade, and then the internal organs were taken away one by one like gear parts of a pocket watch.

Or, like an insect nailed to a wax tray, tissue cells everywhere in the body are placed on glass slides for people to study various internal mechanisms.

After a long dream brought him back to the cave, he often felt as if he had been reassembled into a completely different appearance.

If he is still an old clock, then his gear parts have changed their arrangement, some of them have been cleaned, repaired or replaced, such as the mainspring and escapement, transmission and balance wheel, and all the details The levers and hands are reorganized in a new and creative order, and finally the dial is firmly tightened.

The internal structure that made his face change is completely unknown to outsiders.

He started thinking about the cave itself again.

It is warm and safe, hidden in the dark, away from the storm.

But is he really brought here out of protection for him?

Or is he just being stored by certain beasts?

The most bizarre and rarest dream occurred after a violent convulsion, after which a voice began to talk to him.

His sense of smell has recovered a bit, but the air here smells lifeless, like a dry boulder on the polar plateau. There is not even a trace of water that can turn into frost.

This place is far away from the warmth and fire in the cave. When staying here, the boy always feels that his limbs are as heavy as lead filled, as if he had swallowed a stomach full of ice, as if some kind of cold liquid metal was flowing in his veins. Become his burden.

Even his thinking is slow and sticky.

He fought hard against this bone-chilling chill, fearing that he would be dragged into the dying sleep of the lost dream.

However, his maximum effort seemed to only make his limbs twitch slightly, and he couldn't even lift his eyelids.

"do not move!"

This was the first word the voice said to him.

There was no warning, and the sudden words made him froze.

"do not move!"

The voice was repeated again, the hollow voice still thunderous when whispering.

It doesn't look like a human voice, it sounds closer to the rumble of an ancient horn, and every syllable has exactly the same dull reverberation.

"It's awkward."

"Where am I?"

"In a dream."

The voice replied, and at this moment it sounded like the howling of a shofar horn on a distant lonely mountain.

"I don't understand."

There was a moment of silence, and then the voice suddenly rang in the boy's right ear, as if the other party had just walked behind him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You don't have to understand the dream, the dream is like this, it doesn't need to be understood, nothing more. "

"But why am I here?"

When the voice responded, it already seemed quite distant.

"You are here to experience those dreams. It's that simple, so dream with peace of mind... This will help you kill time, dream well, it's awkward! I'm so annoying!"

The boy hesitated for a moment. He didn't like the threatening tone in that voice, and the other party was obviously impatient.

"I don't like it here."

"Yes, none of you like it here!"

The next second, the voice rang loudly in the boy's left ear. He involuntarily let out a scream of panic.

The loud voice of the other party is not only close at hand, but also a hint of howling.

"No one likes it here."

The other party repeated another sentence more calmly, the voice lingering in the darkness around him.

"But because your body resisted the dream, many of you died! This is not what we expected, and we did not let you choose to die."

There was a long silence.

"who are you?"

The boy asked hoarsely.

"My name is reserved for myself, not for you."

That voice was still so impatient.

"Then why are you still here."

The other party paused for a while, then murmured:

"because of you."

"How long have I been here?"

"It's been some days... Don't move when you're ready! Shut your broken mouth and don't bother me."

After speaking, a sharp pain came, and the boy's thinking was shrouded in the mist again...

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