Fourth Bridge fell into a dream. The warm light of a greenhouse illuminated ten million square kilometers. Golden dolphins swayed as they glided through an artificial fountain pool. The mall's escalators went on and on, their handrails flapping against their sides as they struggled to lift themselves off the ground, wobbling precariously.
On September 6, 2018, a traffic accident took place in Baiyun Ebo City. The perpetrator had deliberately sought revenge on society, and Fourth Bridge, who was about to start university, was left in a vegetative state.
Advances in neuroscience brought new hope. A research team from the renowned neuroscientist Ang Kang Chang Lang's brain science institute came to Baiyun Ebo. Under pulsed electrical stimulation, Fourth Bridge's nervous system regained some of its former brilliance. She woke up, but not completely. Most of her brain was beyond her control, building palaces of fantasy, and she was trapped among layer upon layer of these palaces of the mind.
"Listen carefully, Fourth Bridge. Your nerves have begun to recover, and parts of your cerebral cortex are starting to function again. Neuroscience isn't all-powerful. I can't precisely determine which of your nerves are still beyond your control, or what this state looks and feels like in your mind. Remember, where you are isn't real. My name is Ang Kang Chang Lang, and I'm a neuroscientist. I will do whatever it takes to help you. Please try to wake up."
Theme: My body will never betray me
Xueqiao has a very high sense of morality. He also thinks about what to do if he fails the doctor and what to do if he can't go to school. He is a bridge that believes in the social order and follows the steps.
Is the woman the receptionist?//It feels like I was watching HHP for the first time! Fennel Library, asexual but absolutely female outside
Just when I thought the author was going to popularize some knowledge about building materials so that the protagonist could solve the problem, suddenly a maggot appeared😇
It has the inexplicable feeling of a dream, with irregular objects deforming and changing scenes.
Giving birth from the hand is very picturesque! I imagined that the third person was first pulled away from the chest and then rolled down from the surrounding palms, like a fish that slipped through the net, rolling out a sparse blood stain like a thin umbilical cord.
"My god is not God"... 😂 Laughing
Can the way to get down to the 100th floor be direct free fall... I want to ask how to determine the damage caused by falling in a dream
God doesn't know which time period this is mapped to. What is certain is that the productivity level of the society in this article is not lower than that of 1990.
There are too many advertisements for the dialogue between God and man and God who keeps pace with the times. It suddenly occurred to me that TV commercials at the turn of the millennium were still based on telephone ordering hotlines and quizzes (the latter one was already a scam)
God's next conversation was all going on in Yotsubashi's chest? Absurd, crazy and interesting