Chapter 99

The gap was too small, only a trace, but he could feel a little cool, as if the air was flowing. Although he could not confirm whether it was real or his own illusion, the faint possibility made adrenaline burst out completely. He began to buckle the slit with his fingertips, trying to lift the lid up a little.

But... Nothing.

He thought of the nails he had just nailed down. He nailed every part of the coffin to death, leaving no gaps. He tried his best to insert his fingertips into the crevices, but there was no possibility at all. His fingertips could even detect the thick and warm blood, and still did not waver. It was like an elephant sitting on the lid of the coffin. The tiny feeling dragged him into the bottomless abyss. After the stimulation of free fall, there was endless despair.

No, he won't give up. He refuses to give up.

Take a deep breath, the boiling air into the lungs began to tingle, the tumbling stomach began to retch again, he clenched his teeth and swallowed the feeling. Then picked up the shoelaces, shoelaces bit by bit into the gap.

In the dark, he couldn't see his achievements, so he could only squeeze them by instinct, but the shoelaces began to pile up at his fingertips and couldn't plug them out at all. All the shoelaces were blocked in the gap and didn't move. No matter how hard he tried, all his actions were in vain, just like the chaotic shoelaces stagnated in the same place, without any progress.

He grabbed the shoelace and pulled it back. He didn't expect that the shoelace would be pulled out easily. His right hand was too hard and directly hit the board on the top of his head. There was severe pain from the back of his hand and wrist. His uncontrollable anger broke out, but he couldn't vent it. He was like a wounded beast, frantically grasping the gap and fiddling with his fingertips, Finally, I started to get angry with myself.

He clenched his fists, opened his mouth and roared silently. All his strength burst out in his tight muscles, "ah!" However, there was no voice in his throat. He just opened his mouth wide. There was no trace of the anger, depression, struggle and pain. There was only a burst of sadness. The gray despair climbed up like a vine, wrapped around his ankle, quickly spread, bit by bit engulfed the whole person, and even left no residue.

Desperation slowly precipitated down, the hair like gray emotion penetrated into every inch of the blood, wrapped around the heart, gobbled up the bright vitality and vigorous vitality, and then the chest slowly sank down, as if the last bit of strength had been evacuated, even the spine had been removed, the whole person was left with only a pair of skin bags, falling down, There was a splash of dust.

The last trace in the eyes also scattered, the pupils began to collapse, the whole soul fragmented.

Humans are always so stupid, aren't they? Just before the explosion, he had a big fight with Linda. They had been in a cold war for two weeks, and they didn't communicate with each other. But Linda called him about Sean. Originally, they were still discussing about the children, but they ended up in a quarrel.

He thinks that Linda doesn't understand his hard work. He is covered with yellow sand here in Iraq. He can't even take a bath as he wants, not to mention the terrible diet and the explosion everywhere. The reason why he does this is to make the last effort for the family, but it can't be understood.

Linda thinks that he doesn't understand her burden. She can't spare time because of her busy work, but she has to take care of Sean, otherwise she will never have her child's childhood again. She just wants her mother or his mother to accompany Sean for a period of time to relieve her pressure, but he doesn't agree.

The quarrel ended with Linda hanging up on him. Linda said that whether he wanted to or not, she would let her mother come and live for a while. He left the ground angry, because he knew that his mother-in-law never liked him, even when life was stable and everything was moving in a positive direction. If his mother-in-law lives in his house, then his last piece of pure land will disappear. Maybe Linda and Sean will be convinced to stay away from him.

He really thought that their marriage had come to an end and there seemed to be no room for recovery. But now, he's here, he's lying in the coffin, buried alive in the middle of the desert, how ironic, he doesn't want to end their marriage, he wants to go home, he doesn't want to continue to argue with Linda, he still loves her, but he still has no chance.

What's more ironic is that his company abandoned him, and all the benefits promised at the beginning were gone, because they expelled him. When he was still in the coffin and had no breath, it was cruel and chilling. All this was just to get rid of the relationship, and all of it was not worth the exchange of interests; His government has also abandoned him. The so-called "save every citizen" is just a joke in front of the national interests. They will not come to save him. Even the Iraqi soldiers have been abandoned. The government only cares about oil.

Therefore, he has nothing. He has lost his wife, his son, his dependence, his home, his life and even his faith. So, what's left of him? When he died, was there only a skin without soul left?

He began to lose consciousness gradually. He couldn't feel his feet or his hands. The narrow space was compressed to the extreme. Even the air adhered to his skin. All his consciousness seemed to be magnified to the extreme, but it seemed to be imprisoned to the extreme. The suffocation was so clear and clear that people were desperate. Between trance, he returned to the bed, he is still Chu Jiashu, is still the high paralysis of Chu Jiashu.

He struggled for a while, but found that he couldn't move at all. The nightmare that had plagued him for ten years returned to his body again, and his soul was once again confined in his body. The panic swept in, and the warmth in his eyes piled up. No matter how he struggled, his body didn't feel anything, cold, only cold.

His dream is just a joke, and his efforts are just futile. His persistence, his struggle, and his efforts are all just dying struggles. What's more ridiculous is that he thinks that he has finally won the opportunity to spread his wings again, embracing freedom like a moth to the fire, but in the end he falls into the abyss, be smashed to pieces.

He is not reconciled, but what can he do if he is not reconciled? Regret can't help him, and anger can't work. Even if you try your best, it doesn't help. You hold your throat tightly, but you are silent, watching your soul be swallowed by the gray despair.

Vivid and cruel, real and cold.

At this moment, the dimensional wall of reality and illusion was completely broken, and he could no longer tell whether he was lanli, Paul, or Chu Jiashu. Otherwise, he was a wandering soul without identity. Everything in the past was just a dream, even the 32 years of his last life. When the dream wakes up, it can't accept the reality and falls into madness, falling apart. All the story clues are confused into a ball, Paul's, blue Li's, and Chu Jiashu's, as if three memory puzzles were knocked over, all the fragments are mixed together, reflected in a kaleidoscope, dazzling, but hard to distinguish between true and false.

He tried to clench his fist, but found that his brain had lost control of his hands; He tried to take a big breath, only to find that his throat was completely locked; He tried to run his mind, only to find that it was in a mess. Even the warm tears in the eyes gradually lost their temperature, cold and piercing, and then evaporated into air, disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, time has completely lost its meaning. I don't know whether a second or an hour has passed. The air is getting thinner and thinner. Boiling oxygen burns in the lungs, just like thousands of embroidery needles are accumulating. The pain of tearing comes faintly. It seems that the unconscious body can finally feel a little bit of movement.

But the slightest movement is the death knell.

Death's hands firmly grasped the neck, sharp nails pierced the throat, forced, forced again, pinched out the traces of cyan purple, suffocating torture let the darkness begin to pour into the body, the whole person began to sink, just like sinking into the vast and desolate sea, surrounded by cold water, bone piercing despair slowly frozen the blood into ice, the whole person began to sink, Constantly sinking, the unfathomable sea never seems to be able to touch the bottom, never to the end, can only be imprisoned in endless nothingness.

The soul is withering.

His body can't move, but his mind is still active; The dream is stillborn, but he still has the qualification to dream; The progress encounters obstacles, but after failure, he can still try again; Life is trapped in reality, but he can still have a little happiness. However, the wings of freedom are broken, the soul is slowly withering and dissipating, and "he" will no longer exist. Whether it is Chu Jiashu, Lan Li, or Paul, he will disappear. The last time he wants to die out is when he completely disappears in this world.

It's over. It's over.

Light, a touch of light penetrated over, the weak light is so sharp, stabbing eyes faint pain, "Hu..." long breath, this is the light of rebirth? Or the light of the end? He wasted the chance of rebirth, so it's over, isn't it? How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how nihilistic, but, really to the end.

"Lan Li? Lanli! Jesus Christ! Lanli! Wake up, please, wake up

The sound from far to near, like a bell, pounded on the soul. The pain surged to the body, and every cell in the body began to shout. In a flash, from the deep sea surfaced!