The smell of disinfectant rushed into my nose.
Fang Zhiyi slowly opened his eyes, and then he found that his hands were tied and he could not move.
"Xiao Hei! Where did you send me again?"
He roared, and the next moment, countless tiny voices rang in his mind. These voices combined together and gave him a splitting headache.
Gradually, people filled the area around his bed, but Fang Zhiyi couldn't see their faces clearly.
They were all whispering something, but Fang Zhiyi couldn't hear clearly even if he tried hard to listen.
"That's enough! Shut up!"
Those people were stunned for a moment, and then laughter was heard.
The door of the ward was opened and a nurse came in pushing a cart. She glanced at Fang Zhiyi lying on the bed, sighed slightly, and began to change his dressing.
"Stop pulling the bandages off," she warned, not knowing if the patient would listen. But since Fang Zhiyi had started hurting himself a few days ago, they had to tie him up.
"Let me go." Fang Zhiyi said, but the nurse seemed not to hear him and just focused on completing her work.
"He's gone crazy at such a young age. Sigh." The nurse muttered to herself after changing the bandage on his arm.
"I'm not crazy! Hello! It's me!" Fang Zhiyi tried hard to prove that he was normal, but the people around him were also saying something, and the nurse pushed the cart away.
"I... I'm not crazy..." Fang Zhiyi was a little unbelievable.
In the afternoon, he met his mother and father. Both of them looked haggard. When they entered the room, they first glanced at him. His mother began to clean the house silently, while his father peeled the apple she had just brought for him, muttering something.
"Mom! I'm here! I'm not crazy!" Fang Zhiyi said softly.
The strange thing is that his father didn't hear him at all.
She said to herself: "I told you not to stay at home and write novels every day. Look at you now, you..." She suddenly burst into tears when she said this.
This sentence suddenly hit Fang Zhiyi's brain.
Yes, I write novels?
Countless images flashed through his mind, the worlds he had traveled through with Xiao Hei, and the people with the same name as his. Fang Zhiyi felt a splitting headache again.
The voices of those people also reached his ears, still fragmented words, but gradually gathered into a huge echo, which made him suffer.
After 㫅齂 left, he fell into chaos again. Many people surrounded him and kept talking about something. The Tianqi plate was also twisting, like some kind of monster.
As everything in Fang Zhiyi's eyes turned into a whirlpool, the entire ward began to change. The ceiling fell off, and the wall covered with words gradually peeled off. Finally, everything was reorganized and eventually became a room with many papers scattered on the ground and a computer making the sound of a fan turning from time to time.
At this moment, those people gradually became transparent.
Scenes flashed by and time went backwards rapidly.
He saw himself sitting in front of the computer, looking nervous, his fingers tapping the keyboard constantly, and talking to himself from time to time.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the papers on the ground. He leaned over to examine them carefully. The words on them were blurry, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Suddenly Fang Zhiyi remembered something. This... recalling the worlds he had been to, could it be?
The words on the paper began to become clearer.
"Lin Nuan started buying a lot of things, boxes of instant noodles, canned food..."
"It was the third year since Emperor Shunying surrendered, and it was also the first time the hero visited the capital."
At this moment, he who was sitting in front of the computer suddenly burst into laughter and started talking to himself, his whole body shaking nervously. Clouds of black mist came out from the waste paper on the ground and rushed towards him in front of the computer.
"No! Don't!" Fang Zhiyi stretched out his hand towards him, but it passed through him.
The next moment, he was back in the ward, those countless voices still echoing in his mind.
Fang Zhiyi clenched his fists, his nails digging into his flesh. Was he, crazy? The word popped into his mind, and fragments of memory flooded back.
The panicked voice of my parents, the sharp sirens of the ambulances, the pale lights...
After he understood this, those people surrounded him, stretching out their hands as if asking for something from him.
But he also noticed that some of them just stood there looking at him like spectators.
Is this the case? That's why Xiao Hei asked himself many times why he came back?
No, Xiao Hei doesn't exist. If I am crazy, maybe the so-called time travel is just being trapped in the world I have constructed. Those worlds are just what I imagined when I was sick.
The wall of the ward covered with words began to twist, and the words on it looked like wriggling worms, and those people also stretched out their hands in front of him.
Fang Zhiyi felt a sense of despair, but also a sense of relief. Could this be his true self?
The door of the ward was opened, and a female doctor with a cold face walked in. She bent down and looked at him.
"Is this feeling wrong?" She stroked Fang Zhiyi's face.
Above the city, Fang Zhiyi was floating cross-legged in the air: "Why didn't you leave?"
Xiao Hei's bloated body twisted and turned: "I want to leave, but I still feel a little pitiful for you."
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