into the sheath

Chapter 166 Sheathing-165

Tang Heng actually didn't quite remember what happened that night, everything was chaotic and confused.

He only vaguely remembered that it rained heavily at night, and the raindrops hit the outer wall of the building with a crackling sound, causing the wall to tremble.

It was not early for him to fall asleep, and it was already past eleven o'clock when he lay in bed, but perhaps because the competition in the oval cabin consumed too much energy, Tang Heng almost fell asleep when he touched the bed.

However, not long after, he woke up again.

Tang Heng was woken up.

There was a loud noise outside the room, as if a blower was placed at full speed, with the sound of some objects being tossed and bumped.He froze for a moment, and after a while, he remembered slowly: he forgot to close the window in the living room.He rubbed his swollen temples—at this moment, Tang Heng hadn't realized what this action meant—he sighed like every person whose sleep was disturbed, then got up and walked out of the bedroom.

The living room was in a mess.

The curtains were blown up and down by the strong wind, and there was a puddle of water on the floor next to the window, and there was a tendency to accumulate more and more.A lot of things got wet, but fortunately Tang Heng didn't have the habit of placing any decorations in the living room, so it wasn't irreparable.The only thing that is more troublesome to clean up is the pile of things that were placed on the table before.

Lightning suddenly flashed across the night sky, instantly illuminating the dimly lit room, and also illuminating the candies rolling everywhere.

That's his "trophy" these days.When he had nothing to do, Tang Heng would occasionally wander into the store, and didn't buy anything else, just strolled around the food section, and took those sweet candies that looked greasy—and he was very purposeful, specially picking Start with orange flavor or orange packaging.

One after another, he has brought back dozens of different candies.

Thinking of the effort it would take to tidy up, Tang Heng felt his head ache even worse.

He thought about it and decided to ignore them for now.He was too lazy to turn on the control system in the room, so he just walked across the "minefield" carefully and closed the window manually.

Because of the existence of the limit device, Tang Heng did not have much control over the strength to close the window.The window frame was slammed shut, and there should have been a loud noise, but at this moment, it was blocked by a louder thunder.

boom - boom -

It was like a thunder that exploded directly in the ear.

No, it's not as if, there is indeed such a sound resounding in the mental picture!

In an instant, the faint pain in the head suddenly became clear, as if there were two hands pressing on the top of the head, the sharp nails pierced the scalp and pierced the skull, and then used this point of force to forcefully break it to the outside—— —

"what!"

The sudden onset of pain made Tang Heng cry out in pain.

Tang Heng gritted his teeth, had to half kneel down to support his body, then lay down unbearably, lying on his side on the cold floor, hugging his head, curled up slowly...

This burst of pain lasted for nearly 10 minutes.

The pain came suddenly and disappeared very quickly, as if a certain magical mechanism was pressed, and the pain disappeared without a trace.But correspondingly, the other five senses also became dull—no, it can't even be called dull.

Tang Heng blinked, and blinked again, but this action did not bring about any change.

The living room didn't turn on the lights, it was originally dark, but at least through the neon lights of the commercial street outside the window, I could still see a few things, but now, Tang Heng's field of vision was pitch black.It should still be raining, but the sound of the torrential rain has faded, and the sound of raindrops hitting the window has been weakened infinitely, leaving only the sound of slapping through the gauze.

Not to mention the sense of smell and body.

As if he had been bumped into an airtight bag, he was completely isolated from the world, leaving only an afterimage of the past perception, but it was also vague.

Until the pain strikes again.

The bag was quickly torn, and everything became extremely clear again. The dark room suddenly seemed to be daylight, and the raindrops seemed to hit the eardrums directly, and the clothes were wet with liquid that didn't know whether it was rain or sweat. It was cold and stuck to his body, causing goose bumps, and at this moment, he could even smell the fishy smell of rainwater and his own body odor, the concentration was so high that it was disgusting.

Tang Heng is no stranger to this phenomenon.Every sentinel has gone through such a stage at the beginning of differentiation, and for mature sentinels, they only need to ensure the strength of their information barriers, and they can easily resist this dilemma...

At first, Tang Heng thought so too.

But just when he was enduring the increasingly obvious pain in his brain, trying to perceive the information barrier in his mental image, and trying to mobilize the power to strengthen it, a very soft cracking sound came in Tang Heng's mind remembered.

A crack suddenly appeared on his information barrier, and quickly spread around, like an evil vine full of vitality.

Tang Heng didn't dare to move.

He only dared to hold his breath cautiously, and looked at the extremely small but unignorable gap motionlessly, until it finally stopped growing temporarily.

In the next second, he fell into that vague world again...

The repeated cycle between extremes is the most energy-consuming, and adapting to every change in the senses has already consumed most of Tang Heng's energy.

He can't be in the living room.Tang Heng thought silently.There are too many things here, he doesn't know what will happen next, but he needs to find a safe place.

So, after another round of changes, he began to try to follow the route he remembered to the bedroom.

Night Walks for the Blind would be easier than this.Tang Heng couldn't avoid obstacles, so he could only try inch by inch, change direction when he bumped into furniture and couldn't walk, and staggered up when he stepped on something and fell... The bruises were burned one by one The upper skin was even broken in some places, and blood flowed out along the wound, diluted by the dripping sweat.

At the last moment, he lost his strength and fell forward.

If you can't get there, forget it, Tang Heng thought to himself, how painful it must be after so many knocks and falls; and he was always afraid of pain.

In the next moment, the senses became sharp again, and the softness poured in made Tang Heng heaved a sigh of relief, even though the fabric quickly rubbed against the skin and brought a burning feeling, even though the accumulated pain followed.

At this time, he slowly remembered that during the day, the guide repeatedly checked whether his state was different.

Tang Heng laughed suddenly.He himself didn't know what was ridiculous, he just smiled lowly and coughed violently because he was choking on the saliva.

—Should I tell him?

Tang Heng slowed down for a while, then turned sideways again, groped, and groped towards the head of the bed.

—Will he be worried if he knows?

Tang Heng reached for the terminal he had put on the bedside.

——Didn't he already know that he would be like this?

His fingers rubbed against the edge for a moment, as if sharpening the tip of a sword.

——Then...why didn't he come?

……

Before his consciousness fell into complete darkness, Tang Heng still didn't do anything, but held the terminal tightly in his hand.

The screen when the phone was turned on flickered for a while, changed several times, and finally froze on the interface where a call was made.

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I must be too sensitive to write myself crying... ORZ