Sub-Dream Space Era

The sound of a sudden stop, the sound of a collision, the feeling of weightlessness as the body was knocked several meters away, and then the muffled sound of the heavy landing. It was like a thunderbolt was stuffed into the head. After the explosion, the world fell into boundless darkness, like a light bulb that was suddenly cut off. I don't know how long it took, but tiny sounds penetrated my eardrums - the buzz of the electric drill, the sharp sound of the chainsaw, and the touch of a cold hard object gently touching my scalp, which was bone-chilling. Something was busy on the head, the soft sound of tweezers picking up metal, the snapping sound of hemostats, and the softness of gauze rubbing against the skin were all intertwined together. There were also a few calm and orderly human voices whispering in the ears. The words were blurred and the content was unclear. A cold fear instantly rose from the bottom of my heart and spread along the blood vessels throughout my body. I want to shout, but I can't make a sound; I want to struggle, but I can't move at all, and I can only let my senses sink into the cold deep sea. I thought my thinking was extremely clear, but I didn't know that this so-called "logic" was just an illusion caused by the shock wave disrupting the memory foam after the brain was violently collided. Those seemingly organized analyzes are nothing but self-deception in chaotic consciousness. The touch on the head is still clear, and the cold instrument travels on the scalp, causing waves of shivers. His consciousness was hanging in the air, unable to reach the sky or the ground. Only the fear that penetrated his bones and the lingering chaos in his mind were pulling him repeatedly. The orderly voice became faster, and there was a cold feeling in his chest, followed by the pain of being shocked. This was Chen Liang's last consciousness, and what was left was boundless darkness. . . . .