Chapter 77 Sound

Author: Shu Liu

Chapter 77 Sound

"One, two,..., seven, seven, why is there no eight..."

"What are you counting?"

"Why are you missing a piece of abdominal muscle?"

"..."

Gin said helplessly as she hugged Yukimuroi, who was almost too sleepy to open her eyes.

"Go to sleep."

——

Today is a rainy day. Black clouds are pulled down by gravity from high in the sky. A dense blackness covers the sky. One after another, they approach the ground, so close that they give the illusion that they are within reach.

"Boom!"

A thunder streaked across the sky, knocking over a row of buckets filled with water in the sky, and rain poured down. It was just a "crash" moment before it started to rain heavily.

“Tick-tock-tick—”

Where is the water falling?

She unconsciously exerted force on her hands, and felt that she was falling from a high altitude. There seemed to be a bottomless pit below, and she could not reach the end.

Looking up, there was only a void that was close at hand. She stretched out her hand and tried to touch it, but she suddenly retracted her hand the moment she was about to touch it.

She is afraid.

What are you afraid of?

"Crash-"

Suddenly there were gusts of cold wind, mixed with bits of white, which disappeared and reappeared bit by bit.

——Want to catch one.

The thoughts in her heart had never been so strong, and she followed her heart and headed towards the direction of the wind.

Soon, very soon!

It wasn't long before the white spots in her eyes grew larger as the distance decreased. It wasn't until she was able to actually touch it that she discovered...

These are not snow. Looking at the unmelting white in my hands, my face is blank.

They are just white pieces of paper.

Those are the colorful cards that are used to celebrate when a store opens.

——Extremely ordinary.

The wind stopped, and the white spots disappeared. There were waves hitting the shore again behind me, and a few faint shouts and laughter could be heard.

Who are they calling?

Xuemuroyi suddenly didn't dare to look back, she didn't know the reason.

As the voices behind them got closer and closer, the shouts became clearer and clearer. They were saying:

"Go back."

The voice was not old, but the desolation in it was hard to conceal. Yukimuro suddenly felt like crying. He raised his hand and touched his eye sockets. They were dry and not moist at all.

Why?

Why do you want to cry?

She turned back eagerly to know the identity of the speaker, but when she turned around, she could only see the rising stone wall and no one there, leaving only lingering sounds to prove that she was not delusional just now.

The stone wall... is rising?

Oh, yes, she is falling, but isn't everything around her rising?

Time passed bit by bit, her speed was like the second hand in a clock, never changing the speed of advancement.

Drop, drop, drop...

When I think of the clock, it seems that the sound of a clock really sounds around me...

No, it's not a clock, this is the sound of an electronic clock moving.

Drop, drop, drop...

When she talks about electronic clocks, she immediately thinks of the timetable on the bomb.

Intuition made her look above her head. The void that was so close at hand was replaced by a red countdown at some point.

00:03

00:02

…

When the seconds came to the last second, time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Suddenly, the previous sounds of dripping water, strong wind, and waves sounded again, all three in unison.

Looking around, the stone wall was still a stone wall. It didn't rise anymore, and she didn't fall again.

But the call that puzzled her and made her persistent never sounded again.

00:01

00:02

00:03

…

The countdown to the next moment was like a big hand turning time around, and in her eyes it strangely returned from the end to the beginning.

"Is this... a dream?"

——It turns out that this is a dream...

She slowly opened her eyes, the sound, the stone wall, the countdown,...

Everything is gone.

As expected, writing about love scenes is smooth when I write about abuse. When I write about abuse, it feels smooth and comfortable (eyes away)

Although it is said that I will write about the organizational aspect first, in fact the two lines go hand in hand, it is just a matter of bias.

The last thousand rounds are finished, oh ho,
Chapter completed!