lost narrative poem

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Dreams are the continuation of reality, and reality is the end of dreams.

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"hiss--"

Sitting up suddenly from the bed, Xia Ran, who reached out to cover her left eye, took a deep breath.

"It hurts, it hurts... hiss... hiss..."

The voices are trembling and deforming, which makes people tremble when they listen to it.He almost couldn't help it as if he was going crazy, and while he was desperately breathing, he made this depressed and dull voice.

Because it really hurts, it hurts beyond imagination.

The first stabbing in the abdomen was the next best thing, and the pain that went across the entire left eye was the truly inhuman pain. When it reached the brain, his sanity almost collapsed.

This kind of pain, this kind of tragedy, of course it is impossible to accept it easily.

If he hadn't realized it before and made him go crazy and trade his injuries for his life, it would be difficult for him to ignore his injuries and stab the murderer to death.

As for what the whole process was like, Xia Ran couldn't recount it at all. After all, his brain was blank at that time, and his body was acting under the control of instinct.

The severe pain and crazy determination made him have no time to think about other things at all. He just repeated the rapid, violent, wild and violent actions like mechanical movements, only knowing to stab the snatched sharp blade at him like a storm suppressed body.

The fatal pain not only stimulated his nerves and made him unbearable, wishing to pass out immediately, it also seemed to have completely aroused a certain violence in his heart. He really risked his life at that time, and he must let the other party go to hell .

Even if it was just a dream—he had had enough of it!

Facts have proved that those who are cruel are afraid of being ruthless, those who are ruthless are afraid of being crazy, and those who are crazy are afraid of dying.Although Xia Ran didn't have much experience in life-and-death combat at all, his advantage at that time was that he was willing to go all out, and he was less afraid of death than the opponent.

And even though he didn't have much physical strength left, the other party was obviously not very good. After all, in the matter of chasing and fleeing, it's not that one person is running, but both parties have to consume energy bars.

In addition, the other party had already killed someone before, and the victim was not obediently waiting to be killed, so the frenzied struggle and resistance before dying naturally consumed most of the lunatic's energy.

Because even if you kill a chicken, it is impossible for the chicken to be slaughtered quietly. If you are not careful, you may not be able to catch it, let alone a big living person? ——Maybe the killer was planning to catch the timing and kill him with one blow, but the timing of Xia Ran's rush into the scene was too good.

As a result, some mistakes were made, and it took him a lot of effort to deal with the woman... Perhaps it was the combination of all these reasons that finally determined the result.

In Xia Ran's world at that time, there was basically only a very bright red patch... that was hot blood, the blood of the other party, and his own blood.

This was the only feeling he could clearly feel at that time, other than that, there was only the vague feeling that the body suppressed by him was slowly turning into a corpse under his crazy continuous stabbing.

In the process of blood spattering, the murderer also struggled frantically at the beginning, and then quickly lost his physical strength and life, gradually no longer vomiting blood, screaming or struggling.

It's just that Xia Ran didn't stop because of it, until he himself lost consciousness...

——Then, this is what it looks like now.

"Fortunately, it was just a dream..."

He opened his mouth as if a drowning person had been rescued ashore, panting heavily, and finally calmed down slowly. Xia Ran, who realized that he was now in reality, still touched his left eye with lingering fear.

Then, he touched his abdomen again.

It is natural to find that everything is intact, no blood, no injuries, only the inhuman pain that stimulates the nerves of the brain is so clear... But the same is also fading rapidly, becoming illusory and unreal.

It seems to be the frightened remnant of a dream, no matter how clear the expression is and how real the experience is, it is still only the content of the dream.

After he woke up now and returned to the dimension called "reality", all this would be quickly forgotten.

only……

Xia Ran understands that it is absolutely impossible to deny the tragic feeling just because of this, because it is really a kind of pain that wished that she would pass out completely immediately, or even die immediately.

Finding that the pajamas on his body were soaked through cold sweat, he sighed again, and then glanced at the tightly covered curtains. Although he couldn't see the night outside, it was still dark after all. A piece of paint, right?

And the fluorescent hour hand of the alarm clock on the desk is pointing to the number "5", clearly showing the time:

5:50 pm...

about.

It was almost six o'clock in the morning.

Probably such a time, after all, it is not a more intuitive digital clock, but an old-fashioned analog dial clock, so Xia Ran can only see an approximate time at a time.

Because he was slightly short-sighted, although he would not reach the state of "hermaphrodites at 30 meters away, and dogs and dogs at 50 meters away", but it still has some influence.

And I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but now he always feels a burning pain in his left eye.

Sitting on the bed, closing his eyes, and taking several deep breaths, he got up and got out of bed, put on his slippers, then went straight to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and changed his clothes.

Anyway, he won't be able to sleep anymore, so he simply started to prepare breakfast for himself.

One very strange thing is that he has calmed down so quickly now that he has just encountered such a thrilling horror, as if he has become accustomed to that situation.

As if it was just a game, no matter how intense and devoted the process was, it was over when it was over.

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10 minutes later.

Standing in front of the washing machine and setting the program, Xia Ran heard some dull sounds reverberating slightly in the room, creating a strange sense of depth.

It's like the atmosphere in a horror movie, and the house in Nuo Da is empty, only he lives alone, it's really easy for people to have such associations...

It's just that Xia Ran is not in the mood to think wildly about this at all. It's a very simple truth. A person who has just gone through a thrilling life-and-death fight has no reason to expect him to be able to get rid of his mood immediately.

Even though it was just a dream, it was extremely clear, like a real dream!

For example, now, except for the pain of being injured, Xia Ran can still recall other feelings very clearly, including the pungent smog and the scalding blood...

Just like the feelings in other dreams in the past, the sense of reality is not like a fake thing at all.

That's right, as I said before, Xia Ran is not unfamiliar with such a situation at all, but is very familiar with it, and can even be said to be proficient, because it is not the first time he has experienced a similar situation.

When he was very young, he had been frightened and had a serious illness—although he didn't realize it himself, and couldn't remember it, he just heard what his elders said.

Anyway, this has caused him to have some poor foundation since he was a child. He is often prone to illness. Fever and cold are normal, and he always has some wild and bizarre dreams.

This situation has continued until now, and not only has it not improved, but on the contrary...how should I put it?In a sense, it should be worse?

Not long ago, the so-called illness came like a mountain, which made him, who was already weak, have to suspend school for nearly a year.

During this period, it seemed that the boundary between dreams and reality was broken, and in the ocean of his spiritual consciousness and imagination, one after another "torn" false worlds were intertwined...

He had a dream about war, the whole world was covered by explosions and flames, the sky was turned upside down, and it was in chaos, and then it seemed that a bomb exploded beside him, and then he woke up before he could even feel the pain...

He once had a dream about the wasteland after the end of the world, the sky was dark and dark, covered with dark clouds of dust, lightning flashed from time to time, high-rise buildings fell into ruins, and the ruined city was devastated...

He has had a dream about the future world of cyberpunk. The city buildings are completely constructed of unknown new materials. The entire city is connected by overhead magnetic rails. The suspended vehicles are flying on the ground, and a large number of spaceships are weaving in the air...

——In the two time-spaces of reality and dream, Xia Ran was almost schizophrenic before adapting.

The night is the day that dreams, and the light is the darkness that dreams.

Compared with the world built by accumulating according to "common sense", which cannot escape the shackles of the laws of physics anyway, dreams are truly bizarre, fantastic, weird, full of unknowns and impossible.

At the beginning, he thought that he had only grasped the key to lucid dreaming, but later he discovered that the situation seemed to be slightly different.

Of course, it must be a dream, he insisted.Because he found that he either didn't dream, but if he did dream, the scenes he dreamed of basically matched some of the information he had received not long ago.

To put it simply, he may have read a novel, watched a movie, or even read a historical description in a book, so he couldn't help but think about something... Because of receiving this information, after Only then will there be those bizarre dreams.

This is an important basis for Xia Ran's judgment, thinking day by day and dreaming at night.

And no matter how clear and real the feeling in the dream was, it disappeared after waking up, just like the injury he had just suffered, and it didn't seem to continue into reality after waking up.

It can be said that nothing seems to remain except memory.

The only thing that has a direct impact on the reality is that it makes him feel weaker and weaker in the repeated torment and life-and-death, as if his vitality is really being lost...

Of course, everything has two sides, good and bad is the truth.

Not knowing exactly what is going on with her illness, and the explanation she found seems to be somewhat specious, coupled with the fact that there seems to be no hope of a cure, Xia Ran can only try her best to adapt, accept, and explore...

Then--

He discovered that this could actually be regarded as a golden finger in a certain sense?

(End of this chapter)