Chapter 735 Light

It turned out that this was her first encounter with Bella.

"Bella... sounds like a lively friend." Professor Bob's voice was warm and encouraging. "What did you talk about? How did you feel at that time?"

A gentle breeze blew past, penetrating the cool and transparent body.

What a wonderful feeling.

She floated around the Penn campus as she pleased, and when she saw someone she knew, she floated over happily.

Two girls were strolling along the tree-lined path.

Bella ordered a large smoothie and enthusiastically shared her interesting experiences from basketball training, making the young Wenliang laugh heartily. They chatted about school, Philadelphia's food, and weekend plans... A pure, relaxed and joyful friendship flowed through the screen.

The sun shone down on them, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee and the carefree atmosphere of youth.

Wen Liang could even recall the faint scent of laundry detergent on Bella's sports vest and the sincere light in her eyes.

On the EEG monitor, the alpha waves were steady and active, and the beta waves were moderate, indicating that Wenliang was immersed in a safe and pleasant memory recall.

Lisa quickly wrote in her notebook: "Positive memory retrieval, positive mood, stable physiological indicators."

Professor Bob's voice became even more soothing, as if he was nurturing this precious bud of memory: "Very good, Miss Wen... let the warmth of this friendship surround you... feel the trust and happiness... let them nourish you..."

There is peace and tranquility in the treatment room.

"Bella, Fei, you guys are here?!"

At this moment, a clear male voice interrupted from behind.

It must be an acquaintance. Bella and the young Wen Liang were about to turn back, but the picture began to distort and fade without warning.

The cozy tree-lined path shattered like a broken mirror, with cracks extending in all directions like spider webs.

The change happened almost instantly. The fear of the unknown made Wen Liang stay where he was, becoming more and more transparent.

A thick, indissoluble black fog swept in without warning, instantly swallowing up all light and color.

The mist was cold and sticky, with an indescribable, disgusting smell of metal and disinfectant.

"No……"

Wen Liang let out a suppressed gasp from his throat, and his body suddenly stiffened in the treatment chair.

Anderson stared intently at the monitoring screen, reporting rapidly, "Heart rate soared to 162, abnormal bursts of theta and delta waves in the brainwaves, and a severe stress reaction!"

The horrific scenes flashed back like a runaway slideshow behind Wen Liang's tightly closed eyelids.

His wrists and ankles were fastened tightly by cold, hard metal rings, making him unable to move.

Above my head was a shadowless lamp that was so pale that it made me dizzy. Under the light, a blurry figure in a white protective suit was swaying. There was no face, only indifferent movements.

Chaotic, low, meaningless fragments of words floated intermittently through the hum.

A huge sense of fear that penetrated deep into her bones and came from the instinct of life completely overwhelmed her, making her feel cold to the bone, desperate and helpless.

The warm and cool body on the treatment chair was tense like a bow, shaking violently, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Professor Bob's reaction was as swift as lightning. His warm, dry palm was already firmly pressing on Wen Liang's forearm, which was tightly gripping the armrest. His voice pierced through the mist, steady as a rock: "Miss Wen, feel my hand. This is the point of contact with reality. You must remember this feeling."

Anderson also immediately turned off the simulation environment equipment.

"Immediately remove your conscious focus from all internal images and sounds and follow my instructions!"

"There is a beam of light to your right. No matter what you see, I ask you to sense and find a direction - there is light. You don't need to see it, just sense its direction. Tell me, can you sense the direction of the light?"

Light...seeking light...

In his extreme panic, Wen Liang seemed to have caught a faint sense of direction, and his body twisted slightly unconsciously.

"Okay! Now that you've sensed that direction, move your feet and head toward the light! Imagine yourself running or walking on solid ground. Every step you take brings you one step further away from the uncomfortable darkness."

"Yes, that's it. Keep moving and feel the support beneath your feet. The darkness fades behind you, and the light ahead grows clearer and warmer."

When Wenliang's breathing slowed down and the trembling decreased, Professor Bob's voice became deeper and more soothing. "Very good, you are successfully escaping. Now, slowly shift your focus from the inner light to the external sensations of your body."

"Feel your back, comfortably supported by the treatment chair, and feel the steady warmth and pressure of my palm on your arm."

"Hear my voice, clear and steady in your ear. At the same time, listen to the gentle sound of Dr. Anderson operating the equipment. That is the sound of the real environment."

"When you feel ready, slowly try opening your eyes a little bit. Don't rush, feel the weight of your eyelids first, then allow a little light in and get used to it. The light here is soft and safe."

Wenliang's breathing finally became steady, although he was still weak from surviving a disaster.

Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and then, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, extremely slowly and with a hint of caution, she finally opened her eyes completely.

His pupils were still a little dilated, and he was still deeply frightened. His face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat soaked his temples and neck.

What caught my eye was Professor Bob's kind face, and the worried faces of Anderson and Lina.

"Awakening successful." Professor Bob glanced at the detection screen and the values ​​gradually returned to normal.

Wen Liang took a deep breath, his heart still beating fast.

"Miss Wen, follow my rhythm..." Professor Bob began to demonstrate clear, deep breathing, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. "Breathe in... exhale... inhale... exhale... very good."

After taking a few deep breaths, Wen Liang finally regained his composure. "What happened just now?"

"You experienced a strong subconscious defensive reaction," Professor Bob explained in the most concise and professional language, his voice steady and powerful. "This is a typical manifestation when deeply repressed content is touched upon. However, you performed very well in executing the disengagement instruction, proving that the guiding connection between us is strong and effective."

He smoothly took the warm towel that Lisa had prepared and handed it to Wenliang.

Wen Liang wiped the sweat off his face slowly, still feeling apprehensive. "Professor, what will happen if I don't wake up?"

"Can't wake up? Then you'll be trapped in darkness forever and never wake up again."

Wen Liang's scalp tingled and cold sweat broke out on his back. "Fortunately, Professor Bob, you have superb skills."