I don't care at all about admitting my defeat and death, because I have done my best, because I have also seen more latecomers coming forward, and I only regret that everything in this tragedy did not end in my own hands, and I had to let Takakawa and others suffer even more. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info However, I am only a high school student, even if the world prays for me, how much can I pray for myself? I've done my best, and I see my limits in my own limits, which don't change because of how strong or weak I am in the eyes of others, everything I do starts with me and ends with me. So, I reach my limits, I die, and that's the end.

I'm over, my rebirth is not a rebirth after it's over, no one has gone through the same experience as me, so no one can understand my thoughts and emotions, and my attitude towards all this. Neither the person who loves me, nor the person who hates me, nor the non-human person, can discern every vein from my contradictory thoughts, emotions, and actions, and countless complex things that make up the person I am standing here.

I am not stingy about telling Dr. Nguyen Li everything about me, but I am also very aware that even I cannot sort out everything about myself, because the elements that make up who I am here today are no longer only things that belong to me. The "virus", as well as the "river", is deeply imprinted on my existence.

I chose to be part of the conceptual "Takakawa", not out of feelings such as low self-esteem or self-confidence, but simply as a recognition of the name "Takakawa". I have died, and now I will choose to die, there is only one "Takakawa" after all, this is the possibility that I firmly believe in ending this tragedy - perhaps, for others, this is not their limit, but this is already my limit, whether I admit it volitionally or not, this is the case, there is not enough time, not enough conditions, to break this fact. The people I love dearly, the people I see as the world, have been sinking in pain in this cycle of despair for too long.

I'm not a saint, but since I think I have the possibility to end it all, I choose to end it.

I told Dr. Nguyen Le about my death, my regrets, my pain, the dreams before death, the awareness of the near death, the peace after death and the joy of rebirth, and I didn't expect her to understand. This is a dream, I can say everything, the Dr. Ruan Li in front of me is not the Dr. Ruan Li in my memory, she is independent in this dream, so I can speak freely to her. I could see that even when she was expressing concern, her eyes were calm, understanding, and loving, just as I had hoped, as if she had been mentally prepared.

I don't know what kind of attitude Dr. Ruan Li will have when he hears all this I said, but I don't think it will be like her in front of me. However, I will not feel that Dr. Ruan Li in front of me is a "fake" because of this difference. No, I'm lucky to be able to see her again in my dreams.

Yes, I consider myself very fortunate that in my short life, I have had more than ten years of peace, and one year of grandeur, and this year alone is enough to resist the unbridled fantasies of my childhood—the reality I have encountered is more crazy, more mysterious, and more incredible than any fantasies. Lying in my hospital bed, confined and confiding in people, I thought to myself, and if it were only a subjective feeling, I thought that my life was more valuable than the lives of anyone, including the great men I knew. This is not a boast, but a summary of one's own life.

Once again, I seemed to hear Zuo Jiang humming in my ears.

I followed the feeling and groaned softly:

"The first word is a dream,

From slumber,

Quietly bring out the secrets of my heart.

The second word is wind,

Let me swing my wings and fly to the crook of God's arm,

Counting the sad past that has passed,

Golden apple, another one has fallen ......"

Dr. Nguyen Le didn't know when it was gone, and I was lying alone in a hospital bed in a small hospital room that was all white, with no sense of temperature or time, unable to move. I hummed the song repeatedly, and I saw the familiar vision, many figures shuttled through this room like ghosts, passing by me one by one, but none of them saw me, just walking around and fluttering, I couldn't see them clearly, I only felt, including them, this pale and intimidating, frightening everything, gradually became a beautiful landscape painting, and my own figure was also in this painting.

I closed my eyes, I decided to fall asleep in this dream, and I was pretty sure that when I opened my eyes again, another one would be standing in front of me. Because, this is the promise of "Takakawa", this is the decision of "Takakawa".

I heard the sound of the wind, as if it were in tune with my song:

- I'm right here...... I'm right here...... It says so.

Yes, you are here, in this body, in this soul, forever watching everything.

- I'm right here...... And you will never return...... Never to return......

Listening to this dreamy song, darkness envelops me.

Prosthetic Takakawa was in a gallop, and he planned to rush to the dock where Sanxian Island docked in no more than twenty minutes, however, he fell halfway through. This fall was so weird and so natural, with his body balance and observation, he would never make such a mistake, but he fell like this. His head hit the ground, and his hands and feet, which could have reacted immediately, could not support his body before the impact, no matter how quickly he moved.

Takakawa's eyes were dark, the infinitely dark and distant abyss, swallowing him in one gulp, all this was so familiar, because the same scene had been repeated in Takakawa's dreams I don't know how many times. Takakawa, who has become a consciousness walker, already knows that this is the depths of his own soul, a transit station for consciousness walkers to go to the collective subconscious of mankind, where there will always be some incredible things, bursting out with potential that even he can't believe, but he will also encounter horrors that even he can't bear. There's not just yourself here, there's something else, it's not friendly, but it's also possible to remind yourself of something. The information here is so ambiguous that you can't use your own common sense and logic to judge whether it's good or bad, and there are situations where it can be dangerous once you come into contact with it.

If you keep falling down the abyss, but just falling, then there is nothing wrong, the most frightening thing is hidden under the abyss - I don't know how deep it is, no matter how long I have fallen, how long it has been falling, it seems to have been "down", and the seemingly inaccessible distance between myself and it is the best protection for myself. Although I used to worry about whether there would be an end to the fall, whether it would come into contact with that terrible thing at the end, it turned out that I had never really shortened the distance.

Now, Takakawa looked down, and sure enough, he saw it again. Just below that depth, I don't know how far away, the vaguely large silhouette, obviously without any shape, and without seeing any organs such as "eyes", can make people feel that it is staring at itself. The familiar, irrepressible sense of fear arose, and then a change came.

When Takakawa realized it, he was already standing in an infinite space full of white light, and in this space, there was a spiraling staircase, and he realized that he was constantly walking upward, and when he realized it, he was already in a posture of "walking up". The upward pace is like a machine, and in his heart, which should have suppressed emotions by the brain and hardware, leaving only reason, there is such an impulse to keep himself on this way.

A voice was speaking to him, like his own:

I had a dream that when I was walking up the stairs, I saw a faceless man standing there, but could not walk to him, and I talked to him, but he just stood there and smiled silently at me. I wanted to know who he was, so I walked up this staircase again today......

When the voice said this, Takakawa saw the man. The other man stood at the top of the thirteen stairs and smiled silently at him.

"Who are you?" Gao Chuan heard his own voice, but that sense of familiarity made him feel that it was not his own voice, at least, not his own voice now.

This was the voice of a certain Gao Chuan, and he thought, could he be in the consciousness of a certain Gao Chuan? No, perhaps it should be said that among the information left by a certain Gao Chuan, the information left by the dead Gao Chuan cannot be regarded as a memory, even if the color center and Super Dorothy were at that time, they did not have the ability to retain all the personality information of the dead Gao Chuan, nor could they integrate all the information together when the brain and hardware were not fully activated. These residual information are stored in Gao Chuan's brain and hardware in a manner similar to "impression", but it is undeniable that even if it is just an "impression", it is possible to drag one's consciousness into the "dream" of a certain Gao Chuan, not to mention that Gao Chuan is already a consciousness walker, and "dreaming" is just the instinct of a consciousness walker.

Which Takakawa's dream is this? The prosthetic Takagawa thought, and the person standing at the top of the stairs, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but various factors pointed to the result that "the other party is also a certain Takakawa". Moreover, that figure is so concerning, the prosthetic body Gao Chuan vaguely felt that he was that Gao Chuan, and he couldn't help but think: It turns out that there was Gao Chuan in the past, have you ever seen this Gao Chuan?

The person standing at the top of the stairs is the size of "Young Takakawa".

When Takakawa thought this, he heard his own voice: "Are you me?" Takakawa? ”

"Yes, I'm Takakawa. Nice to meet you, Takakawa. The smiling boy at the top of the stairs gradually became clearer, as if a light veil had been removed from the front of him.

Prosthetic Takakawa's gaze crossed the body of the young Takakawa, and when the figure of the young Takagawa became clear, he felt that there was something else behind the young Takakawa. When he looked at it, he was immediately seized by a terrible feeling of extreme fear, he could not describe what it was, it could not even be said to be something that could be "seen with the eyes", and when he looked at it, he knew that it existed, but he could not describe it, because he did not actually see anything at all, but knew that it was there. Its presence is so strong, so terrifying, that it's suffocating, and you can't wait not to see it.

However, it is attractive, and the more frightening it is, the more people can't help but stare at it.

"Did you see her?" The young Takakawa asked, he was smiling, his voice was gentle, in the feeling of the prosthetic Takagawa, it was like he was chatting with himself, more specifically, it was a quiet and gentle self chatting with a rigid and cold self, it was a sentimental self and a rational self chatting. But no matter how relative, it should always be yourself.

"Yes, I see it." Prosthetic Takakawa knows very well that he is talking about "it", while the young Takakawa is talking about "she". This decisive difference made Prosthetic Takakawa know what "it" is.

"That's Jiang?" Prosthetic Takakawa asked in confirmation with the fear of looking directly at "it".

"Yes, it's Jiang." The young Takagawa smiled and said, "I know that the one you see is different from the one I see her, but no matter how different it is, she is still her." ”

"Yes, it's all about it." Prosthetic Takakawa put his hand on his waist, and as he thought, he grabbed a hard object, which was a weapon, and a consciousness walker could always grasp a weapon in such a dream. Ordinary weapons are ineffective against "Jiang", and he has no idea why "Jiang" is here, and whether this "Jiang" will come with malice, so he urgently needs a powerful weapon. For example, critical weapons...... No, it's not enough to have a critical weapon, it needs something more than a critical weapon, and it's not something whose lethality can be defined by common sense and normal logic, it must be a weapon that is more mysterious than any weapon used in the past.

However, such a mysterious thing is simply unimaginable, so when the prosthetic Takagawa pulled out his weapon, the weapon that looked like a "knife" or "gun" was as unclear as a mosaic, and it collapsed in the blink of an eye, leaving not even a bit of scum behind.

"It's over." Prosthetic Takagawa thought that he would encounter a monster of this specification in such a place, and if the other party had malicious intentions, he would be powerless. (To be continued.) )