Oracle [Transmigration Book]

The master of the sea of ​​consciousness found the intrusion, but the twin butterflies did not respond. Without a supervisor, Song Si was alone, and fell into a desperate situation where he could not advance or retreat-he could not cut off the connection with Wang Jiawen.

The black sea of ​​insects turned into a huge mouth, exuding an ominous stench, trying to swallow him in one gulp.

Song Si ran to the exit, and Chonghai rushed to the roof angrily.The entire conscious world distorted with the master's anger, the ground under his feet became ripples, the corridor was like noodles scalded by boiling water, and countless roaring human faces emerged from the surrounding walls, squeezing towards the middle rapidly.

Song Si's heartbeat was about to jump into his throat, and he ran all the way, but the road in front of him became narrower and narrower. The gate of the orphanage was a blank dot, which had shrunk to the size of a sesame seed, and was blocked by the wriggling wall. .In front was the snare waiting for him to cast himself, behind was the sea of ​​insects chasing along the ceiling, Song Si ran into a dead end, and cold sweat began to fall down his forehead.

Next, he will be digested, absorbed, and turned into residue by the master of the sea of ​​consciousness.

It took him half a second to calm down, then he turned around suddenly and ran in the direction of the cafeteria in the opposite direction.

The human faces that appeared on the wall twisted angrily, and the sea of ​​insects jumped from the ceiling and fell overwhelmingly towards Song Si in the corridor. It exploded, and the red liquid began to spurt out. Song Si kept walking, blood wet the soles of his feet, and every step left footprints in the tumbling corridor. The warm fishy smell made the sea of ​​insects start to roar.

He was disintegrated while running, and when he rushed back to the cafeteria again, Xiao Song Si was still standing by the dining table, his face was indifferent, like a sculpture, looking at Song Si who was surrounded by insects and dripping blood.

Song Si grabbed the plate on the table, broke it at the corner of the table, held a fragment in his hand, and pressed Xiao Song Si's throat.

The black sea of ​​insects screamed in fear, like countless long nails grabbing glass.Song Si grabbed Xiao Song Si's hands with his bloody arm and sent the fragments half a centimeter inward.

Chong Hai quickly moved back, distanced himself from him, curled up to the size of a fist in an instant, and humbled himself to the ground, as if he wanted to beg Song Si for mercy.

The scene was deadlocked, and the conscious world was like a deflated ball, returning to peaceful silence.Song Si heard the sound of his heart beating wildly, and the sound of blood vessels leaking all over his body.

Xiao Songsi said, "You are going to die."

Song Si stared at the black ball and said, "He won't let me die, or you will die too. Jiawen, right?"

The ball was so angry that it kept trembling, and a familiar face slowly emerged from the pure blackness.Wang Jiawen was no longer a child, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at Song Si full of hatred.

After a while, all the bleeding blood floated into the air and poured into Song Si's body again.The tattered skin was also stitched up, and it was back to normal in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Song Si said again: "What do you want to do?"

Song Sidao: "Do you want to play on the swing?"

Xiao Song Si didn't answer, but showed an unclear smile.Song Si held him hostage and walked towards the exit for the second time.

The tumbling corridor stayed under their feet obediently, and the walls turned back to ordinary walls. The black spherical "Wang Jiawen" followed them, rolling unwillingly.

Walking from the cafeteria to the exit, the sky outside is still gray, and time seems to be stuck in the twilight.

The familiar autumn wind, which made Song Si feel kind, blew their hair, and disappeared the moment they entered the orphanage, as if they were absorbed by an invisible barrier.

The black ball stopped at the door, and for some reason, it didn't dare to take half a step outside.

Song Si breathed a sigh of relief, and the cold sweat slowly dried in the wind.

He took Xiao Song Si to the side of the swing, and looked back.

The bugs disappeared, and the grown-up Wang Jiawen stood lonely at the gate of the orphanage wearing a sweater, jeans, and glasses, watching Xiao Song Si sit on the swing from a distance, tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes silently.

It was raining, pattering, dampening their hair and clothes.

There is a bitter salty taste in the raindrops.

Xiao Songsi shook his thin and short legs, creaking and creaking.

Song Si grabbed the rope of the swing and shook the swing.

Xiao Song Si didn't say anything, just lowered his head slightly, focused on the dusty ground under the swing, and let him push his back every now and then.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, but the sky still maintains a faint brightness. It seems that darkness will never come in this world.

No matter where it is, time cannot stand still.

But in the sea of ​​consciousness, time can be infinitely cut and delayed, just like countless decimals between 1 and 0. One second ends, and the next second can be infinitely approached, but it will never come.

If the time flow of the two worlds keeps the same, maybe Song Si has been trapped here for decades, and only a few tenths of a second have passed there.

Song Si raised his head and glanced at the sky, the rain fell in his eyes.

"I'm stuck here." He said to Si Song.

Xiao Song Si made an indifferent sound from his throat, very perfunctory.

"You may not be able to understand. After all, you are just a phantom refracted by Wang Jiawen." Song Si lowered his head and looked at Xiao Song Si's hair, "I come from another real world. You are an adult."

Xiao Song Si smiled, "Oh", and asked back as if listening to a story: "What will I be doing ten years later?"

Song Si was a little depressed for a while, and his voice became softer: "You have become a people's policeman, a special kind of policeman, responsible for treating patients with superpowers. You have many companions, they are very powerful, and treat you very well. There is also a boss who is not very obedient, you often quarrel, but you have a good relationship..."

Xiao Song Sidao: "You say I'm a fake, so how can you prove that what you said is true?"

Song Si fell silent for a while.

His movements stopped, and the swing slowly stopped shaking.Xiao Song Si jumped off the swing, turned around, and looked up at Song Si behind him.

"Oh," he raised his voice at the end, and looked at Song Si thoughtfully, "Is this what I will look like ten years from now?"

Song Si was stunned, opened his palm, and found that he had lost his disguise at some point, his height was raised, and the clothes on his body had changed back to pajamas. It should be that he automatically returned to his real appearance after being noticed by the master of the sea of ​​consciousness.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Xiao Song Si's eyes.

Song Si looked at him, feeling absurd and ironic in his heart.

He nodded and said, "Yes."

Xiao Song Sibian said: "This is fake, but you are real? I don't believe it. However, I think I have a way to verify it."

Song Si waited for his next words: "How do you want to verify?"

Xiao Songsi laughed again, his smile always made people feel very unsuitable.

He said: "Stand still, be a brave adult."

Song Si nodded again.

Xiao Song Si suddenly pulled out a fruit knife from his arms, took a step forward, and inserted it straight into Song Si's heart.

The insertion was quite precise, it just went in from the soft part between the two ribs, and went straight to the center of the heart, not missing a millimeter.Song Si's eyes widened in a daze, and little Song Si withdrew the fruit knife again, and wiped the blood on his clothes nonchalantly.

Blood spurted out.

This playground seems to be a restricted area of ​​memory that Wang Jiawen set up for himself. Even as the owner, he can't interfere, and can only stand at the door and watch helplessly.Song Si stood in a daze, and the increasingly heavy rain washed over his wound, bringing a rich blood color, and soon accumulated a small puddle under his feet.

The beating of the heart began to slow down and become laborious. Although this is a false world, the process of death is still so realistic that it makes people crazy.Song Si's chest cavity was like a punctured balloon, from which his vitality flowed continuously, darkness descended from his eyeballs, his thoughts slowly froze, and the last picture in his field of vision was the shrunken version of himself in front of him.

…Wearing tattered old clothes, his body was very thin due to malnutrition, and his dry hair was wet by the rain, sticking weakly to his face.

Xiao Song Si watched Song Si kneeling and falling in front of his eyes indifferently.

The creature that had been sleeping for too long finally sensed it. At the last moment when the heart stopped beating, this dark, damp, and cold sea of ​​consciousness was pulled away, and it became fragmented little by little...

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#Ruthless at the banquet book, I even stabbed myself