Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Although the young man looked very young, his demeanor and the corners of his brows were exactly the same as those carved by Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke remembered that this was the woman who stabbed his sister-in-law, Lei Ke's lover, and now Lei Ke had to give up his career as a criminal policeman and choose to go abroad to take risks to save his life.

Oh, now to be precise, she should be just a vegetable.

Although Lei Ke has to work hard all his life for this, Zhao Ke never regrets it.

On the contrary, Zhao Ke felt that this might be the best choice. He didn't want the woman to die like this. Zhao Ke was not sure what would become of Lei Ke without fighting spirit and pressure.

As Zhao Ke continued to go deeper.

There are more and more shattered memory fragments, more and more like goose feathers and snow, and the picture gradually becomes complicated.

There is a picture of him kicking Luo Qing to the ground, riding on him and violently outputting, er, it is punching output, don't think about it wrong.

There are also pictures of the old man carrying himself on his waist and beating him violently.

And... a familiar face, with Chinese characters, big eyes, upturned nose, and a serious expression, arguing fiercely with himself.

It was my senior brother, Song Heng's face.

It was also the last time the two quarreled. From then on, Zhao Ke went away and returned to Lei Ke.

As for Song Heng, he went to Guangzhou and heard that he opened a restaurant and was the president of the local food association.

This time, the old man and the junior brother are afraid to follow. Seeing this stinky face, Zhao Ke felt very upset, waved his hand to push away the debris in front of him, and continued to fall.

At this time, Zhao Ke suddenly felt that something was abnormal, because the fragments of memory in front of him were too thick, and there were more and more, almost covering Zhao Ke, making him feel suffocated.

As for the memory used for the pavement, countless pictures, Zhao Ke found that he couldn't close his eyes at all, and could only watch.

In these memories, there are images of cooking by myself, and killing people by myself, and countless images flicker in front of Zhao Ke. (Of course, there are too many memory fragments, so I won’t list them one by one here, because they can cover at least a hundred chapters.)

And Zhao Ke is like an outsider watching a movie that has been edited and messed up, feeling terrible.

Worse things are yet to come. Zhao Ke found that after some memory fragments touched him, he could even feel the emotions and feelings of the memory at that time.

This is a kind of place that can make people break down.

You will never be able to imagine how you felt when you were going to the toilet in the first second, when you unbuttoned your pants and were about to send a picture of feces on the wall.

In the next second, a piece of memory that you are slapping to the extreme is stuck on your body.

Ever since, you enjoyed the feeling of pooping and orgasm at the same time.

Of course, this is just an analogy, but now Zhao Ke can really feel that when the different emotions of memory appear on him at the same time, it is almost impossible to overstate the feeling of death.

Fortunately, it was just when Zhao Ke was about to lose his hold.

Faintly, Zhao Ke seemed to hear the sound of the waterfall. At first, Zhao Ke thought it was the sound from his memory, but soon Zhao Ke heard clearly that it was the sound of the waterfall, and it was getting closer.

Zhao Ke pushed aside the dense memory fragments in front of his eyes. At this moment, Zhao Ke seemed to have a feeling in his heart and looked up.

Σ(゜ロ゜;)

"Damn!"

The darkness around the eyes is being distorted, a huge black hole is constantly pulling the surrounding memory fragments, dragging these fragments into the depths.

But what surprised Zhao Ke was that there was an inconspicuous black line around the black hole, and some memory fragments were disintegrated in an instant after touching these black lines.

A large amount of memory among them was erased by the touch of the black thread.

This is the memory circle in the depths of the brain, simply put, it is the trash can for dispelling memories.

Because it is impossible for people to write down every minute and every second of every day, and even some things will be forgotten.

It is precisely because the human brain cannot carry so many memories, so it will be selectively eliminated, and only some particularly impressive memories will be preserved.

So, if you look carefully, most of those relatively large fragments are actually blank memories.

On the contrary, those relatively small fragments often record a lot of valuable information.

It is naturally not a problem for these small fragments to pass through the black hole in front of them.

But those big fragments will be broken down. The problem is that right now, I seem to be bigger than those big fragments, and it is almost inevitable to hit these black lines.

Although I don't know the consequences of hitting these black lines, Zhao Ke can figure it out even with his toes, and it will definitely not end well.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke quickly looked around, hoping to find a place where he could get in.

It turned out that it didn't work at all. Seeing that it was getting closer and closer, time had no room for Zhao Ke to think about it any longer.

"Fight it!"

Zhao Ke quickly grabbed the relatively blank memory fragments around him and put them in his hands. Three or four memory fragments were stacked together by Zhao Ke to form a shield.

"Zizi..."

The black thread touched a fragment of memory, and it felt like a drop of boiling hot water dripping onto a snowflake. In the blink of an eye, the fragment quickly dissolved and disappeared.

Fortunately, at this time, Zhao Ke immediately took out the second and third memory fragments, and at the moment when the two memory fragments were still undissolved, he stared at him with force, and saw a black line rubbing Zhao Ke's hair, from Zhao Ke's hair The head of the guest jumped over.

After Zhao Ke passed the edge of the black hole, the speed in front of him suddenly accelerated.

I don’t know if any of you have had the experience of ghosts pressing on the bed. Yes, it’s the kind of time when you can’t move your body, but you can feel your body sinking.

This is how Zhao Ke felt at the moment.

It's just that the speed is far faster than the feeling of the ghost press, as if he is a stone and is sinking to the bottom of the water rapidly.

Suddenly, a strong light gradually appeared in front of Zhao Ke, and after Zhao Ke's figure was swallowed by the strong light.

I don't know how long it took before Zhao Ke gradually got the feeling, opened his eyes little by little, and got used to the light in front of him.

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, because everything in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined, it was actually...

Chapter 294 Scary People

Before entering the subconscious, Zhao Ke also imagined what his subconscious would look like.

But Zhao Ke never imagined that it would look like this.

Looking around, it is similar to the style of Hongya Cave, with strangely shaped stilted buildings, layer upon layer.

Outside the closed doors and windows, there are all kinds of strange-looking lanterns hanging.

The pavilions intertwined with each other are dazzling.