Beyond Gold and Jade [Interstellar ABO]

The last picture in my consciousness is the early morning on Yandai Street. The noisy human voice seems to still linger in my ears, probably because this body is made of a lot of metal materials. The longer the consciousness is projected, the better my ability to perceive temperature will be. The worse it gets, the body is icy cold from the inside out.

He hasn't taken away the blade held in the hand of the man who was trying to get close to Pei Qingque - similar warnings kept rolling in the chaos, like red-hot iron pieces, stimulating Meng Wangchuan's fragmented consciousness.

Suddenly there was the crisp sound of metal colliding in the ear, one after another, separated by a long blank, slow but continuous.

I don't know when, the sky was shrouded in shadows, and a gorgeous and huge gilded gate appeared in front of Meng Wangchuan's eyes, and the nerve-provoking sound came from behind the gate.

Meng Wangchuan didn't know why, as if his body was out of his control, he walked towards the door.As the distance between him and the door became shorter and shorter, faint piano sounds began to sound from all directions, and the notes revealed when each key was struck echoed his even pace.The tune was not clear, but it never stopped.

Standing in front of the gate, Meng Wangchuan's own face was reflected on the smooth surface like white jade.

The man in the shadow had flat brows, but his expression was gloomy, and his dark black pupils were covered with clouds, which was very similar to the stormy weather outside.

As if the man had been programmed, he stretched out his left hand stiffly and pressed on the door. Almost at the same time, the door was easily pushed open by him without any effort at all.

What caught the eye were countless adult men's wrist-thick pillars, straightly connecting the ground and the roof. The material was similar to that of the gold-encrusted white jade gate. Adults pass.

The room full of gold, silver and jade reflects a somewhat harsh halo under the illumination of the glazed headlights on the ceiling.There is only one way to continue walking into the room, and it is very conspicuous among the densely packed pillars.

Meng Wangchuan walked in along this "road", and at the end, he realized why this room had such a strange design-the whole house, rather than a room, is more appropriate to call it an enlarged version of a cage. The pillars are the fences, surrounding the center, stacked in layers, so as to ensure that the things that want to be imprisoned inside have no chance of escaping.

The crisp sound of metal knocking comes from here.

Kneeling on the clean and cold floor was a thin figure, his right hand was hung by a padded handcuff on a certain white jade pillar, his slender and white wrist was bent, and there was a faint red circle that was rubbed out. mark.

Hearing the sound of footsteps stopping in front of him, the young man imprisoned in the center of the room slowly raised his head, and an inorganic light radiated from his pupils.

His hair was disheveled because he hadn't trimmed it for a long time. The sharp and thin chin and the clearly defined collarbone seemed to indicate that the owner of this body hadn't eaten well for a long time. His face was pale and his lips were slightly blue black.The last bit of strength in the whole body was used on the wrists that were suspended, kept raising and lowering, so that the handcuffs collided with the pillars, making that long-lasting crisp sound.

The boy's movements were weak and mechanical, and he barely stopped when he saw Meng Wangchuan enter the door, like a marionette without a soul.

He stretched out his other hand, which was not handcuffed, and pointed at his wrist with his ashen fingertips. The cracked lips opened and closed, and the sound echoed in the room. It was very soft, but it was just enough for Meng Wangchuan to hear. To be clear:

"I don't need your neurotic overprotection."

"Do you even know?"

That numb, extremely disappointed tone was obviously very weak, but it sounded like thunder in Meng Wangchuan's ears, repeating and echoing over and over again.The stimulation made the man feel an unbearable dull pain from the depths of his nerves, followed by a feeling of suffocation like drowning, which spread from the lungs to the whole body little by little, and the depression swept over with dullness, as if the whole body The world began to be turned upside down and into chaos.

……

"!!!"

On the hospital bed, the man with his eyes closed and short of breath suddenly opened his eyes, and everything he saw was a piece of clean pure white. He was in a state of just breaking free from a nightmare. Drenched with cold sweat breaking out of his skin.

The doctor's long sigh of relief came from the ear, and it was heard in Meng Wangchuan's ears through the sterilizing mask. It was very unreal: "The patient has regained consciousness and is temporarily out of danger."

Only then did he regain his senses, forcing his brain to quickly sort out the fragments of memory, and reconfirmed again and again that everything he had experienced before was just a gloomy dream.

After the rescue was over, the doctor turned off the high-power treatment equipment. Meng Wangchuan was surrounded by a group of medical staff, three layers in and three layers out, and he was quickly sent back to the ward from the emergency room.

A large group of people tossed until dusk. When Meng Wangchuan was able to half-sit up on the hospital bed with his recovered strength, his full-time private doctor knocked on the door and came in, holding a stack of thick paper materials in his arms and walked to the boss. next to the hospital bed.

Dr. An has been in the Meng family as Meng Wangchuan's exclusive physician ten years ago, and it can be said that he watched the man grow up.Seeing the patients he healed again and again treat his body with such a casual attitude, Dr. An was not angry at all.

He spoke in a respectful tone, with some of the doctor's displeasure towards patients who disobeyed the doctor's orders and his heartache over Meng Wangchuan's repeated refusal to listen to the old man's words, and he said firmly:

"Mr. Meng, the consciousness projection you carried out without informing the relevant researchers this time has already caused enormous damage to your body. I believe that the remaining mental pain has made you aware of this."

"The previous examination results have been written very clearly, and consciousness projection cannot be performed again in a short period of time, not to mention that this time it lasted for eight hours! That is the length of death that even Alpha may not be able to fully bear."

"Did you also promise that the subsequent consciousness projections will only be carried out when I am present? If you continue to be so stubborn, your mental power will disappear permanently, and it is not counted as an ordinary person. From now on, you will spend your whole life They all live in the pain of nerve breakdown."

Dr. An, who is as straightforward as his temper, faced Meng Wangchuan's extremely poor face, blew his beard and stared at a lot of words of advice, and finally specifically told him: "From today on, you can no longer carry out consciousness projection for at least half a month. , and need to stay away from all radiation products as far as possible to avoid secondary harm." Putting the information in his hand on the bedside, he left Meng Wangchuan's ward.

Except for all the high-tech inventions that can communicate with the outside world, it is not an exaggeration to say that the entire ward is poor and white. Except for the basic furniture, there is no shadow of any entertainment products.

In the end, it was the root of the injury. Meng Wangchuan couldn't even maintain a half-sitting position for too long, and soon lay down on the hospital bed due to fatigue.

In the room, apart from the sound of Meng Wangchuan's own breathing, it was so quiet that it was hard to feel the passage of time.

Stretching out his arms to block the setting sun from the outside, Meng Wangchuan closed his eyes, and the face with sad eyes resurfaced in his mind.

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The writing power is limited, I'm grinding the plot, there should be another update at night (after 11-12 o'clock)