Chapter 667 There is another person, just like me
Outside, it was bright daylight.
The temperatureless "sunlight" poured down, unable to penetrate anything, but just covered in vain, giving all the scenery a layer of lifeless gauze.
There was a time when such overwhelming light was enough to illuminate every corner, making it blinding and noisy.
But at this moment, Feng Mu, standing at the exit of the building, only "saw" that the whole world was still stubbornly shrouded in the endless darkness.
In a cramped home, although you can "see" the strange black air everywhere in the house, the space is limited and there are many clutters, so the visual impact is not strong enough, and it is more like an uncomfortable background.
However, once you step out of the building and stand on the relatively open street, you can look around.
His vision suddenly became clear, and then was instantly filled with unimaginable scenes, which were stuffed into his mind so roughly that it almost broke his nerves.
Everywhere I look, I see the uneven ground, the peeling exterior walls of buildings of varying heights, and even every hurried, blurry-faced pedestrian...
Everything was completely covered, penetrated, and wrapped by the thick and sticky black air!
A terrifying shock gripped him, like a cold iron hand gripping his heart and lungs.
Feng Mu let out a very slight "huh" sound from his throat, as if someone had strangled his throat, causing his breathing to stagnate for a moment.
It was as if the whole world was still sinking into the deepest midnight, and not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate the thick black air that enveloped the lower city.
Guang died halfway to the lower city.
It was as if the whole world was burning silently, and the ubiquitous black air looked like the dead embers lingering after all things were burned out.
Suddenly, a sentence that had been buried in the corner of his memory suddenly surfaced in Feng Mu's mind - "The lower city... is eternal night!"
He no longer remembered where he had heard this sentence, perhaps in the corner of a banned book, or perhaps in the ravings of a drunkard.
He used to superficially believe that the so-called "eternal night" simply meant that the lower city could never enjoy the real sun's rays and could only rely on the artificial false light provided by the upper city.
Now, before these eyes that were suddenly opened, he suddenly woke up.
Superficial! How superficial and ridiculous was the understanding in the past!
The lower city is not just without the real sunlight.
There is no light at all in the lower city!
Because even the street lights that were flickering on both sides of the street and the sporadic lights shining through the windows of the buildings had their glass lampshades all covered with a thick layer of wriggling black air.
So much so that the light they emit seems to be stained by an indescribable "black".
This strange sense of déjà vu is difficult to describe with precise words. If I had to force an analogy, it would be:
The night in the lower city is a real night. There is not a trace of light above the sky, it is pure darkness.
The daytime in the downtown area is actually another form of "night".
That thing in the sky that emits a dark, suffocating halo is not the "sun" at all, but...
"So... the light projected down from the upper city wasn't actually sunlight, but the 'moon'."
Feng Mu muttered to himself, a chill creeping up his spine.
But all the horrific changes in "Jing" witnessed above were not the most shocking to Feng Mu's mind.
What shocked him the most and almost overturned his entire worldview was the vision of "life".
He took in every passerby, every gray sparrow resting on the withered treetops, every cockroach or insect scurrying in the garbage heap at the foot of the wall...
Not only were all these living beings covered in the omnipresent black aura, but directly above their heads, a thin yet incomparably clear... black line also grew.
These black lines are as pure black as the darkest ink, more solid and weird than the surrounding black air.
They stretched upwards straight and precisely, like straight lines drawn by the most brilliant geometer with perfect rules, without any bends.
No one knew how long they were. They penetrated the black air that filled the sky, ignored the false moonlight, and went up and up. Finally, without exception, they all sank into and inserted into the huge ass of the upper city.
It was as if the upper city was a piece of extremely fertile yet strange soil, and these diffuse black lines were the roots that grew out of the bodies of all the "creatures" in the lower city and were planted in the soil?
Or maybe... the truth is just the opposite, and these black lines are actually blood draws and lifting threads that hang down from the upper city and are implanted in the bodies of all living beings?
Feng Mu couldn't help but look up and look in the direction where the countless black lines extended.
The sky...is no longer the sky.
It is completely covered and redefined by dense black threads that are so dense that the eyes cannot see the entire thing.
They maintain absolute verticality and parallelism in a uniform manner, like the drooping tentacles of some giant creature, or like countless pitch-black steles without thickness, silently running through the sky and the earth.
And on the ground, every living thing is moving, some fast, some slow, some walking, some stopping.
As a result, these black lines connecting their heads also moved between the sky and the earth in a precise and creepy synchronous manner.
There is no error or delay at all, and it has a beauty that is both weird and scientific.
At this moment, the sky and the earth are no longer far apart, but are divided and cut into countless black cubes of varying sizes that are constantly stretching and shortening by these countless moving black lines.
These cubes are not solid, but they are more breathtaking than solid entities. Together they form an extremely large, extremely complex, and never-endingly changing...cube maze.
Feng Mu's eyes widened, and his pupils shrank sharply due to excessive fear.
At this moment, his heart was filled with all complicated thoughts stripped away, leaving only the most primitive, simple word that could best express the ultimate shock and absurdity - "Fuck!"
But if I had to describe in detail the overwhelming shock in his heart, its extent might be roughly equivalent to the shock that the chosen night watchman suffered last night when he first glimpsed "Tsukuyomi".
"It's as if the real world I live in has been divided into countless grids and units by some terrifying force.
In essence, it is also a larger and more terrifying... Corridor of Eternal Imprisonment? ! ! "
This thought pierced Feng Mu's heart, making him feel a trace of fear from the depths of his soul for the first time in a long time.
"What the hell are these black lines?"
Feng Mu moved his eyes with difficulty, staring at the black lines hanging down from the sky. He felt that they were even more strange and disturbing than the black air that was floating in the air.
"They also have no health bar, are untouchable, and incomprehensible... What is the purpose of their existence?"
"Is the other end of the black thread Shangcheng? Is it Shangcheng who is weaving and manipulating all this?"
He tried to trace the black lines upwards, but they soon disappeared into the complex and cold metal structure at the bottom of the upper city, and his end point could not be discerned.
"Did the upper city weave these black lines, or did these black lines penetrate the upper city and continue upwards until..."
Feng Mu didn't dare to think about it any further, as he couldn't come up with any conclusion. Unless one day he could climb up along the black line, reach the top of the other end of the black line, and then look down, perhaps he would be able to get a glimpse of the whole picture.
For many things, if you look up from the bottom, you will always only see things in the clouds and fog, being obscured and deceived. But if one day you can look down from the top, all the secrets may be revealed.
Feng Mu's face was as solemn as water. The slight expanse and joy brought by the crazy upgrade were instantly diluted and became insignificant in the face of the overwhelming truth.
The sense of power still existed in his limbs, but it was shrouded in a greater sense of horror and pressure.
He let out a long breath, then tilted his head back stiffly and looked above his head.
"……fine."
He felt a little relieved, and his tense jawline relaxed a little.
"Although I have no idea what these black lines are, at least... there are none above my head."
As far as he could see, there wasn't a single black line growing above his head.
"It should be the same as the black energy attached to the surface of the body. It was completely purified and broken by the three previous marrow cleansings, especially the last nirvana-like baptism?"
He could only make such a seemingly reasonable speculation.
Because this is an unsolvable paradox.
At first he couldn't see the black air and black lines, and when he finally could "see" them, they had completely disappeared from his body.
He would never be able to witness with his own eyes how the black gas or black lines wrapped around himself disappeared. That crucial "moment" was forever buried in his blind spot.
This principle is just like when a person opens his eyes for the first time since birth, he can no longer look back to see the moment when he first opened his eyes.
Feng Mu slowly suppressed the shock in his heart, lowered his head, and looked away.
The next moment.
His movements, his breathing which had just stabilized, and even the flowing blood seemed to be frozen in an instant.
He just stood there stiffly, frozen like a stone sculpture, and a layer of cold sweat even broke out on his forehead uncontrollably.
An extremely terrifying detail that he had overlooked, like a delayed bomb, finally exploded deep in his mind.
“Wait… wait a minute!!”
“It’s not just me…it’s not just me who doesn’t have a black line on my head!!”
"There's another person... there's another person who doesn't have a black line on her head either!!!"
Feng Mu's mouth and tongue felt dry, and a chill emanated from his bones.
He wanted to turn his head and look at the doorway behind him, but his neck was like rusty iron and he couldn't turn it.
Because just now, in the doorway behind him, he clearly... clearly did not see any trace of black lines above his mother Wang Xiuli's head!!!
At that time, after completing the marrow cleansing and gaining a new perspective, Wang Xiuli was the first "living person" he saw.
As for the other neighbors in the building, although he could "see" their outlines and movements through the black and white perspective, that perspective could not "see" the black air or black lines.
Because the black gas or black lines have no health bars and no physical entities, they cannot be captured by air vibrations and naturally cannot be seen by Feng Mu's black and white vision.
So, at that time, in his vision:
He had no black lines on his body, his mother had no black lines on her body, and no one else in the building had any black lines on their body (because they couldn't see them).
Feng Mu naturally felt that everything was normal and that there was nothing wrong with him or his mother.
But at this moment, standing here, seeing clearly the terrifying network of black lines that connected the sky and the earth and every living thing, he suddenly came to his senses as if struck by lightning!
The neighbors in the building should all have black lines on their heads, but he didn't see them because he was in his own house at the time.
The only person he had ever looked at face to face with his evolved "eyes of truth" was his mother, Wang Xiuli.
He remembered it very clearly. He really didn't see any black lines on his mother's body. He just saw that she, like the objects in the house, was contaminated by the black air in the environment!
Feng Mu: “…”
He felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and rushing up to his head, which was more bone-chilling and more eerie than ever before.
I don't have any black lines because I "wash" myself clean enough.
What about you, Mom? What's your reason?
Feng Mu's breathing became increasingly heavy, and an almost uncontrollable impulse surged in his chest.
He almost wanted to turn around and rush upstairs, go home and ask his mother, who had always loved him the most, to find out everything clearly.
But after thinking it over, Feng Mu finally relied on his strong willpower to suppress the strong desire to turn around and explore.
He didn't look back, but just closed his eyes slightly.
In the darkness, a picture quietly emerged in my mind - my mother in black and white was standing in front of the bathroom sink, carefully scrubbing the soles of her shoes over and over again.
The pale mirror reflected her equally pale smile, still so familiar and so loving.
After a long moment, Feng Mu silently withdrew his gaze, a meaningless chuckle escaped his throat, and he strode away as if nothing had happened...
…
When Hou Wendong rushed to the hospital, it was already completely bright.
The hospital building was brightly lit, like a giant beast crawling in the "light", silently swallowing up the people coming in and out.
He walked very quickly, and his leather shoes tapped on the smooth floor tiles, making a quick and clear echo.
The intensive care unit was at the end of the corridor, a much quieter place. Guarding the entrance sat a uniformed constable, whispering to himself, his face thick with fatigue and alertness.
As soon as they saw Hou Wendong coming over, they fell silent instantly, jumped up from their chairs and straightened their backs.
"Secretary Hou!"
The four of them spoke almost in unison, their tone of respect mixed with a hint of imperceptible nervousness.
Hou Wendong didn't have time for small talk. He looked past them and landed on the ward. He spoke impatiently:
"What's going on now? How is Li Shang? When will he wake up?"
(End of this chapter)
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