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Chapter 62 "Twenty"

"Quick, ho ha, give ho, give me!"

While continuing to gasp exaggeratedly, I still maintained my closeness to him.

Now that my mental state is unstable, I can't use rational thinking to guide my actions.

Then... bring it to you!
"Um, ho!"

The dislocation of the line of sight, the indescribable pain from the chest, and the forcefully squeezed breath...

The violent impact gave me the illusion that I was about to fall apart.

Even if I took the initiative to fall to the ground, I still can't bear it to fly directly to the ground without protection...

I, too... gave up...

There is no way, there are still too many flaws, let alone whether he believes what I said, even I doubt myself.

Why was my condition so good before, but now I am so crazy...

Although I admit that there is a gambling element in it, but I was too deep into the drama, which formed a strong contrast with before.

This is extremely deadly!
Fortunately, there is still a way to remedy it, and that is to forcefully inject yourself with L-isolimastadine...

As we all know, as a highly effective receptor inhibitor, it is quite capable of "settling" me, but at a cost...

I must at least withstand the low vital signs caused by the injection of sedatives during the effective period, so as to avoid the hallucinations caused by the side effects and make my lies go to waste.

In layman's terms, it is to take sleeping pills and stay awake, so as to avoid talking in sleep and telling the truth while falling asleep.

This is not the most difficult part, I need to build on this... Close your eyes and pretend to be asleep...

Otherwise, after injecting this high-efficiency receptor inhibitor, you can still keep two bloodshot eyes open, staring at you, so you can't look like a normal person, right?

Of course, this is not what I want, but there is really no other way.

Thinking about it, I had an ominous feeling before, but now it became clearer and stronger.

If you can't fool them here, if you are really taken away or something, something extremely bad will definitely happen.

"Give it to me!"

Struggling to get up, he swayed and rushed to the "major" again.

Thanks to this large movement, I once again exchanged glances with the two people who seemed to be really dazed.

"Let him come over."

Although I didn't make eye contact with him, I could feel that these subordinates of his were about to attack me just now.

But it seems that he also wants to see if I will really take a needle in front of him... right?

"Puff~!"

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, it is very reasonable to hit a QP-17 on the palm of my hand...

Stories need logic, but reality doesn't.

Speaking of which, maybe I should be the first violent person to take drugs in public in front of the customs, the army, and perhaps other members of the governing agency?
"Hahaha!"

I was too involved just now, and I really felt a little bit out of strength before I knew it. This is a very bad state for me.

Although it is not what I want to put myself in a situation where I am completely controlled by others, but now I can only do so, I can't afford to bet, and I dare not bet.

If you only talk about my premonition of the ominous omen, it is really too accurate...

Should I say something now?

Doesn't it seem weird to suddenly fall into silence like this?

"Oh, forget him, forget him..."

Although I know it's strange to think about it like this, but I can feel that the medicine has already begun to work, and it has obviously hit the slowest absorbing hand...

And, sure enough, it wasn't enough just to let them know we were survivors, I had to keep going while I could still think coherently.

"They all said you did it, but I don't think..."

Slowly pushed to the back wall close to Nalia, and squatted down. It is ironic that I actually chose Nalia in this situation.

"Oh?"

The "Major" finally smiled, and once again looked me in the eye.

"why?"

Even though I should have trusted Moral more, but he's too...

"I saw it, their clothes are..."

"that is?"

"..."

"It's the soldiers of the empire."

The "Major" stood up, seemed to be going away, but stopped at last, and walked towards me instead.

"Are you sure?"

The human brain is actually very simple. If multiple logics are going on at the same time, but there is a problem with one of the logics at the cognitive level, it will greatly hinder the operation of other logic loops.

The ability to think logically is a valuable asset of fragile humans, but it is also our unique weakness.

"I'm sure it's them, clothing, weapons, language, all of them..."

"How did you see it?"

"At that time, I was covered in blood, buried...buried in the ruins, lying among the dead, I, I..."

The effect of the medicine, it seems, came too fast.

No, in my state, I can't resist it at all!

"I do not know I do not know……"

Why, if you say you don't know...

Damn it, let's start, it's over...

"……yes?"

I can only see that his mouth seems to be saying something, but I can't hear it...

It seems that someone is helping me, but I, I...

Nalia, na...

Although I tried my best to avoid it every time, I fell into this situation every time. I admit that there must be a problem with my ability, but why?
Why every time, it's me...

Eh?
Wait a minute, this clear awareness, I just shouldn't, shouldn't I?

I?
Didn't pass out?

Or have you woken up?
The surroundings, that's right, it's in this room, could it be that I've really woken up?
what time is it?
No, no, they won't leave me here alone!

Is this a dream?

But... will it hurt?

And I clearly know why I am here, and I can clearly remember what happened when I closed my eyes.

If it was a dream, wouldn't it feel too real?

tsk...

Although there is nothing wrong with it, I always feel that things are not that simple.

I knew it was a dream because the syringe I was holding in my hand before I lost consciousness was gone.

Although it is not ruled out to be taken away by someone, but the needles on my palm cannot be taken away together... right?

"Hey!"

The surroundings are empty, there is not even an echo.

After realizing that this was really just an overly real dream, it really started to feel weird.

Although I know that the exit of this room should be next to the front window, but now the surroundings are slowly getting dark, and I can't get close to the other side of the room at all.

This space is longer in the original.

It is natural because I feel that the time is very long, the sun should go down, it should be dark, and then the room should become dark, and then I can't get out when I walk into the darkness.

It's such a natural logic.

Some say dreams are chaotic, jumpy, whimsical, but I think it's just the opposite.

All dreams have rules and are connected in series by clues.

I remember having such a dream before, it was the time when I was injured and passed out, they...

Is it because I have been injected with Levoisopramine?

The strange thing is that I can still sit down and think slowly in my dream. I'm not sure if I can remember what happened in my dream like last time when I wake up, but I think now, at least this medicine, Reminds me of something that seems to be forgotten.

Just like here now, it has become a place that I have no impression of at all, but it seems to be familiar.

Just like the last time I dreamed about my father, this time the dream still gave me an inseparable illusion.

How to describe it?
It's like suddenly returning to the office where I have worked for many years, and returning to the old place I used to live.

Obviously I was about to remember it, but I was still stuck and didn't know what changed.

Is this also a memory of my past?
"Snapped!"

gunfire! ?
"Clap! Clap!"

Even though I knew it was a dream, the sudden excitement still drove me to lie on the ground.

What is that word called, yes, stress response.

The gunshots came from behind me, is that where I just woke up?

After waiting for a while to confirm that the weird space was quiet again, he began to walk towards the previous position.

What strange things will happen this time?
Just after I touched the wall, the corpses of Nalia and Moral appeared in front of my eyes.

I clearly knew that this was just a dream, because the blood on the ground was a strange orange color, and the corners of Moral's mouth were still slightly raised. It seemed that he was smiling, right?
"You came?"

A creepy voice came from behind.

It was only when I turned around that the "Major" had pointed his pistol at my head.

"Forget it this time, don't be like this next time."

"Snapped!"

……

daylight, fan...

This time I woke up very naturally, sitting on the row of chairs by the window, the sunlight can shine on me without hindrance through the opposite window.

Thanks to this weird dream, my consciousness didn't have the sticky feeling of waking up after falling into a coma.

Moral and Nalia were also sitting quietly nearby, as if they were waiting for something, right?

"Are you awake?"

Nalia was the first to notice that I opened my eyes with my head up, greeted me, and then sat down next to me.

"Ah."

"I didn't say something nonsense, did I?"

"No, you're quiet."

But why do I have such a dream.

As the saying goes, if you think about it every day, you will dream at night. I dreamed that everyone died, and it was because I was afraid in my subconscious mind.

But this is also something that can't be helped, and things have become like this without knowing it.

Looking at Moral's relaxed expression, and this is not a prison, at least the situation seems to be... ideal, right?

(End of this chapter)