I really didn't expect it!

Harris, you guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, will do something like temptation!

"Let me out! I don't want to stay here! I'm wronged! You can't just keep me in a tight position!"

I stood by the prison door and shouted at Harris.

Harris thoughtfully turned on the light for me, stuffed me a quilt, and explained patiently: "Marcus, everyone makes mistakes. Some people like to litter, some people like to destroy flowers and plants, and they are proud of it. But in the face of the law, all littering, destroying flowers and plants and above are illegal acts."

"So that's how it is..." I was stunned by his words and suddenly realized: "No! What are the laws that violate littering and destroying flowers and plants! Even if these two things are illegal, the whole world will be criminals, bastards!"

"Is that true?" Harris frowned, "This is the rule of Ore Town. Is there any problem?"

“…”

Harris closed the door to the detention room and left, leaving only me in the empty room.

This detention room looks very old, and the walls in the room have not been painted before. The ancient brick walls are exposed, and if you try to squeeze them hard, you can probably crush a piece.

The dim light barely shone on the house, allowing me to see that the whole house was a simple wooden bed except for a bucket. A small window was embedded on the wall that could barely see the sky outside, preventing people inside from suffering from secluded residence. However, the size of the window made it impossible for adults to stretch out their hands.

Stay in this ghost place for three days?

Just kidding, I must find a way to get out.

I looked at the surrounding environment, sighed silently, and sat on the bed with the quilt in my arms. After a while, I felt a little tired, so I lay down and covered it.

Last night, I not only didn’t sleep, but also did a lot of physical work, carpenter work, and fought with unknown creatures. Physical exhaustion and lack of sleep made me feel drowsy and no longer picky about the environment. I decided to sleep first and then make plans.

In a daze, my consciousness soon fell into the black ocean of consciousness, allowing that slight sense of suffocation to overwhelm me.

My consciousness turned into a small boat, floating in the waves caused by my nerves, feeling the silence of my body slowly falling into silence.

No nerve signals came, and no noisy sounds were heard. In this silence from the inside out, an abnormal sound wave emanated from my cochlea.

I know this is not a real sound, it is just that the final neural current of the auditory nerve is at work, turning into a long, sharp signal.

As long as this signal becomes the main theme of the world, no one can stop me from throwing into the arms of sweet dreams...

I don’t know how long it took, just as I was looking forward to removing the pressure from my body and enjoying a complete and warm sleep, a voice that was not easy to detect came into my ears.

It was obviously just a very faint rustling sound, and in my ears that were about to fall asleep, it turned into sandpaper-like noise. Each sound penetrated my eardrum and hit the fragile and tired nerves in my brain.

My consciousness, which had already sunk into a sleeping ocean, was forced back to reality and returned to this body with the fatigue of double repayment. I was so desperate that I didn't even want to move a finger.

However, the sound at this time finally got rid of the refraction of the water surface and presented its original sound quality, which I heard clearly.

This sound is not the sound of sanding the walls, but the sound of a person slowly flipping through a book.

The pages of the book were lifted up with the regular movement of the fingers, and after intensive friction with the previous page, they turned to the other side of the book.

The entire movement is slow, mechanical, and regular, like a rhythm that has been exercised thousands of times, and may even be able to read a book at an absolute uniform speed.

With the feedback from the sound in my mind, a broken picture gradually appeared. It is still impossible to distinguish between dreams and not dreams.

I "see" the corner of the detention room, right where my bed was located, an oak table was placed, and a ragged man was sitting, flipping through a book.

The cover of the book was damaged and the pages were round and dull. It was obviously read countless times, and it was under the crisis of excessive strain and scattering.

But the reader who couldn't see his appearance clearly had no mercy. All he cared about was the records in the book, and he did not show any sympathy for the carrier. Such reading continued to repeat, and I was clearly lying on the bed with my eyes closed, but I could only let the picture break into my mind in vain.

I neither want to move nor can I move.

My consciousness is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, and only that picture always follows me

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally found a trace of reason in the chaos. My only thought was: “I want to move. Whether it is my fingers or eyelids, let me move…”

But my body resolutely resisted me, resisting my order for the first time, blocking the outflow of all signals in my brain.

"nightmare!"

This idea was like a key to the world of consciousness, prying open the seal that had been closed for a long time, making my brain completely alert.

The pictures I received gradually faded, just like a TV that was disturbed by snowflakes flashing, and the originally clear pictures became unreal.

I saw the reader stand up, paced anxiously in the cell, muttering something in his mouth.

After a while, he was seen talking loudly outside the detention room, as if trying to get in touch with the outside.

After a while, I saw him looking at the book with his eyes wide open, his hands trembling involuntarily, and the intense fear made him almost lose himself.

My consciousness also began to diverge. With his actions, more details in the scene unfolded like the game map refresh. The surroundings are no longer the old cell, but a very carefully arranged interrogation room. The readers and I are in a cage in the corner of the interrogation room!

The layout of the whole room was completely different, and the dim filter enveloped my vision, as if time had turned into pigments and was splashed on this canvas.

In the whole ancient world, only my color is incompatible. My consciousness even floated out of my body. From a high place I saw me who was wrapped in a quilt as calm as a dead body.

My gaze was constantly being pulled up, and an invisible force pulled me to float towards the sky, almost flying out of the room, flying into the sky, and walking into the silver world of endless bright stars!

At this time, the ragged reader had already been sitting by the bed, grabbing his hair randomly, and fell into extreme struggle.

Suddenly, I saw this person of ancient colors, turned my head and stared blankly at the place where I was lying, as if I saw me!

He stretched out a finger and touched my shoulder tremblingly...

A sudden pulling force came, grabbing me, who was about to float out of this world, back into my body!
Chapter completed!