Zhou Zhou didn't think too much about it. He just turned around and ran with Xiao Ai'er. He didn't know the way, so he could only turn when he saw a fork in the road. In the end, he didn't even know where he was.

Little Ai'er was obediently led by him and ran with Zhou Zhou. His dark blue eyes regained calmness and he looked up at Zhou Zhou from time to time without saying a word along the way.

He had run a long way without realizing it. Zhou Zhou stopped only after he looked at the empty space behind him. I don’t know who the man was before. He actually spoke to a child like that. I know without any judgment that he must be a bad guy, so Zhou Zhou didn’t think there was anything wrong with beating him.

Little Al was still being held by him, looking so calm that he didn't look like a child.

Zhou Zhou squatted down: "Al, do you still remember me?"

Little Ai'er was wearing pure white clothes. The loose cotton fabric made the child look even thinner. He looked at Zhou Zhou without saying a word, his eyes revealing the indifference he felt when seeing a stranger.

It seems that he really has not remembered. Zhou Zhou looked at little Al. The Al he saw in the pure white space seemed to be a little taller. Could it be that he saw Al of a different age? But why are they all wearing white clothes?

"Are you sick?" Zhou Zhou asked hesitantly. After all, only patients would wear such clothes.

I thought Al, who I didn't know, would ignore my question, but he actually spoke: "No."

"and you……"

"I am not ill."

Zhou Zhou wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by the other party. Little Ai'er stared at Zhou Zhou with a cold expression and said that he was not sick, as if he didn't want him to continue asking.

"Al, the world you are in now is just your illusion, come out with me." Zhou Zhou did not forget his ultimate goal, he came to take Al out.

Little Ai'er stared at his outstretched hand. Zhou Zhou's palm was clean and white, without even a callus. He didn't look very strong and had never received any training, so how did he get in? Why save him? What is the purpose? Is it also for his mental strength?

Zhou Zhou had no idea what was going on in the mind of the seemingly dazed little Ai'er. He just stretched out his hand and continued to wait.

Little Al slowly stretched out his hand. On the back of his little hand were many purple-blue pinholes. The marks looked even more horrible against the exceptionally fair skin next to them.

Zhou Zhou frowned and was about to ask what was going on when he saw a hand with purple marks falling from high up and hitting his palm.

"I don't believe it, you are a liar!"

Then, in Zhou Zhou's surprised gaze, little Ai'er disappeared into the bushes.

He was extremely familiar with this place. Even though Zhou Zhou reacted quickly and chased after him, he was still left behind by him after many twists and turns.

Zhou Zhou stood in the deserted garden, looking around but couldn't find any trace of Xiao Ai'er, with confusion and puzzlement on his face. He looked at the palms of his hands, which were white and tender with a slight redness. In fact, Xiao Ai'er didn't hit him hard, but why did he say that he was a liar?

Zhou Zhou continued to search aimlessly in the garden. Soon, he saw the mirror that followed little Ai'er in the garden again. Since the mirror appeared here, could it be that little Ai'er had entered the mirror again?

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhou immediately walked into the mirror. The scene after entering turned into a gorgeous room. Zhou Zhou was standing at the door, and a man in white clothes was walking towards him.

Zhou Zhou subconsciously gave way to the other party, but the other party seemed not to see him and walked right through him, as if he was passing through a layer of air.

He looked down at his body curiously, then turned to look at the person in white clothes. Zhou Zhou also couldn't see the person's appearance clearly.

I came to my senses thoughtfully and saw several blurry people in white in the room, going in and out and seemed very busy.

This also coincides with the scene he saw in the mirror before.

Zhou Zhou walked straight to the innermost part of the room. The room was very luxuriously decorated, especially the big bed inside. It was probably very spacious for five people to lie down on, which made the little one on the bed look even thinner.

Little Ai'er sat on the bed, his eyes wide open, staring at Zhou Zhou with a hint of obvious curiosity.

He had shrunk again, and now seemed to be about four or five years old. He looked a little malnourished, with not much flesh on his cheeks, and his blue eyes seemed to take up almost one-third of his entire face.

Little Al was sitting on the edge of the bed, with many machines beside him that Zhou Zhou didn't recognize. Then a blurry man in white drew blood from Little Al's thin arm, kept adjusting the machines, and finally put something like a helmet on his head.

When the light on the machine came on, Little Ai'er was curious and looked at Zhou Zhou's face with a hint of pain and his fingers tightly clenched the quilt, but he said nothing and endured it silently, as if he was already used to it.

Zhou Zhou didn’t know what they were doing. Was Al sick? But Al said before that he was not sick.

Zhou Zhou took a few steps forward and stood beside the bed, turning around anxiously, wanting to take off the thing that was causing little Ai'er pain, but he was afraid that his improper operation would make him more painful.

The whole process only lasted a few minutes, but Zhou Zhou felt that these minutes were extremely long. When the helmet was taken off, Zhou Zhou hurried forward.

"Does it hurt? What is that thing?" Zhou Zhou showed his concern without hiding it.

The sweat on Xiao Ai'er's forehead wet his hair. He looked at him with his big eyes and found that the men in white seemed unable to see Zhou Zhou. Xiao Ai'er immediately grabbed Zhou Zhou's hand.

His hands were very cold, without any warmth at all: "Save me."

Zhou Zhou nodded without saying anything, but immediately stood up, picked up little Ai'er, who was four or five years old, and ran outside.

Although these blurry people couldn't see Zhou Zhou, they could still see Al running away, and they chased him closely all the way.

Little Ai'er hugged Zhou Zhou's neck tightly and watched him run and run until he had shaken off all those people.

Little Al in his arms was very light, obviously just a boy of four or five years old, but he could easily pick him up with one hand.

After staying in hallucinations for such a long time, Zhou Zhou wondered if these were the things that Al experienced in his childhood, and because they were too painful, he could not let them go. Although he looks reliable and steady now that he has grown up, he has never forgotten his childhood experiences.

"Don't worry, I won't hand you over to them." Zhou Zhou felt a little distressed.

Little Ai'er hugged his neck, stared at Zhou Zhou's confident face, didn't ask who he was, just nodded and said "hmm".

"Al, the world we are in now is an illusion. Are you willing to go out with me?" Zhou Zhou asked again. As long as little Al agreed, they could leave here.

Little Ai'er nodded and looked at Zhou Zhou quietly, looking very well-behaved.

The other hand held the small mirror. If they could crush it, they could get out.

But the next moment, the world collapsed, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be painted on a mural. At this time, these murals fell off piece by piece, revealing the dark wall behind, and little Al in his arms also disappeared.

After the world around him collapsed, Zhou Zhou, who was standing in the same place, found that he seemed to have arrived in another place. The surrounding environment was dark, the ground was charred, and there were people whose faces could not be seen clearly. They fell to the ground motionless and seemed to be dead.

Where is Al?

Zhou Zhou’s first reaction was to look for Al, and this time he saw the figure in the distance at a glance.

He hurried over. Although he had his back to him, Zhou Zhou knew that the person was Al at first sight.

Different from the previous pattern, this time the one seen was not a younger Al, but a young boy around twelve or thirteen years old.

"You're here." Before Zhou Zhou came close, Al spoke in a familiar tone.

Zhou Zhou looked around. He was the only one here, so Al was talking to him?

"Al, do you remember me?"

Zhou Zhou was originally quite happy, but after the other person turned around, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Al's face was covered with scars, as were his body. Some of them had festered and festered. His eyes were calm and seemed to be staring at Zhou Zhou, but in fact, there was nothing in them, only deathly silence.

"You...what's wrong with you?" For the first time, Zhou Zhou found that he couldn't bear to look at the wounds on other people's bodies. Every wound made him feel a feeling he had never had before. Just one look at the other person's wound made him feel numb all over and his heart ached.

"I'm waiting for rescue." Al looked up at the sky. The dark sky revealed a sense of oppression. There was nothing but large black clouds.

"But no one should come. I'm the only one left here."

"And I'm here. You're not alone. And I'm here." Zhou Zhou shouted anxiously.

He reached out his hand to Al again, his eyes firm: "This is all an illusion, come with me, we will get out of here together."

Alvia looked at him quietly: "Are you hallucinating too?"

"I'm not hallucinating. I'm here to take you out."

Shifting her gaze from Zhou Zhou's outstretched hand to his face, Alvia asked again: "I've seen you before."

Of course.

“We see each other every day.”

Elvia took a step forward, stretched out her hand to Zhou Zhou, and asked softly, "Will you suddenly disappear again?"

"No, I'll go out with you."

Ignoring the word "again" he said, Zhou Zhou only wanted to take Al out as soon as possible. Those wounds looked too painful. As long as he came out of the illusion, Al would return to his original state and these wounds would naturally disappear.

Alvia curled the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to smile, but whether it was because the wound was too painful or something else, the smile looked very stiff. As if realizing that her smile was strange, Elvia returned to her expressionless face.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, he was only slightly shorter than Zhou Zhou, and he held Zhou Zhou's hand tightly.

"Don't let go." Zhou Zhou assured him. Fearing that something unexpected might happen again, he immediately smashed the small mirror in his other hand.

The next moment, everything before their eyes collapsed again. The illusory world they were in seemed to be layered upon layer. After one world collapsed, the next world continued to collapse...

But this time Al did not disappear. He held Zhou Zhou's hand tightly. Although he felt that the other party's strength was too strong and it hurt Zhou Zhou's hand, Zhou Zhou said nothing. This kind of pain was nothing compared to what Al was experiencing.

Just before all the illusions disappeared, a glimmer of light inexplicably appeared in Elvia's dead eyes, and he tilted his head and whispered in Zhou Zhou's ear.

"Don't let me go..."

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