dognovel Chapter 157 Lost (3)
Chapter 157 Lost (3)
Ben, sitting in the car, held his forehead with his hand. The nausea from motion sickness made him very uncomfortable.
Suddenly he raised his head and looked at everything unfamiliar in front of him.
"Master? Where are we going?"
"Ah? Haha~ Didn't you say you were going to the police station?"
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror. He had met too many people who loved to joke like this.
"Oh. Then go to the police station."
Ben took a deep breath, leaned back in the back seat to ease his motion sickness, and closed his eyes.
"Honey!"
A sweet voice came from his ear, Ben opened his eyes and found himself sitting on a yacht.
"Dear!~"
While Ben was stunned, the voice came again.
Turning his head, Ben saw a girl in a swimsuit holding her arms and rocking gently.
Ben raised his hand and rubbed his forehead vigorously. The dizziness felt like a needle pricking his brain stem and was extremely painful.
"what happened to you?"
The girl asked with concern, patting Ben's back with one hand.
"Who are you? Where are we?"
Ben said, his hand still on his forehead.
"Dear? Have you forgotten? We got married at the end of last month, and now we are on our honeymoon at sea!"
Hearing the girl's words, Ben's mind suddenly flashed with the scene of himself putting the wedding ring on Cathy himself.
He took his hand away and looked at the smiling girl beside him.
"Why? Honey, are you feeling better?"
Ben was about to speak when the scenery in his sight began to flicker. Casey in front of him was switching between dark and bright, with a grin and a smile repeatedly.
Soon the flashing stopped, and Casey in sight was grinning with blood on his face.
Ben's heart almost jumped out, and he screamed, "Ah~"
In the ward,
"The patient's condition suddenly worsened! All coefficients increased!!"
"Inject a tranquilizer!"
The male doctor wearing black-rimmed glasses had no expression on his face covered by the mask. Out of professional habit, he instinctively tightened the belt used to secure his body.
After a tube of tranquilizer was injected, Ben's body began to shake violently, and his legs were stretched straight forward.
After a few tremors, Ben's body returned to normal.
"Doctor, what is the clinical name for his condition?"
The intern said,
"This is the first time I've encountered this kind of disease. I think you can write this discovery into your thesis. Aren't you about to graduate with a master's degree?"
"Doctor, aren't you afraid that I will steal your achievements?"
At this moment, Ben's body began to shake violently again, and various values began to rise rapidly.
"This? Could it be that he has developed drug resistance?"
As darkness covered his eyes, Ben fell into the abyss again. After waking up again, Ben got off his simple bed.
Looking at the simple decoration in the room, Ben walked slowly outside with curiosity.
After opening the door, the huge light difference made Ben cover his eyes directly. After adapting for a while, Ben saw the scenery in front of him.
The sun just happened to hide behind the clouds, and the vast fields were in full view, with waves of heat hitting my face.
Ben was standing on the top of the mountain, gazing into the distance. It took him a while to remember that it was time to prepare to harvest the early rice.
He walked into the house, and when he came out, he had a hoe on his back and a sickle in his hand, and walked down the mountain.
Walking on the rugged mountain road, the scene in Ben's sight began to flash again. With each alternation of light and darkness, different scenery switched in his eyes.
When Ben came to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a big door.
Hearing the sound of rain outside, Ben's hand accidentally touched the key in his pocket, and suddenly a lot of memories flooded into his mind.
This door belongs to my own home.
Ben, somewhat puzzled, took out the key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole without any error.
Gently turning the lock, Ben carefully closed the door.
Not long after, Ben's screams were heard in the dark house.
So after falling into the abyss countless times, Ben woke up from his bed again.
Ben sat on the bed and smelled the stench of alcohol on himself. When he saw the closet next to him, he subconsciously began to look for it.
After searching for a while, Ben saw a black metal box in the corner of the closet, and curiosity made him take the box out.
After opening the box and seeing a scroll and a letter inside, Ben tore open the envelope, picked up the letter and began to read.
After reading it, Ben unfolded the scroll with confusion.
Looking at the beautiful girl in the painting, some memories suddenly appeared in Ben's mind.
He remembered that he seemed to be a weapon refiner, and walked out of the room in the dark based on his memory.
After pushing open the door of the refining room, the girl in the painting also turned her head at the same time.
"Why did you come here!"
Ben's eyes lit up when he saw the girl.
"Are you the girl in the painting?"
"What are you talking about? Come here!"
Some memory fragments reappeared in Ben's brain, and he immediately held his forehead.
"No, you are definitely not Casey, all of this is fake, let me out now!"
Ben took his hand away, and the girl in his sight slowly began to grin grimly, blood slowly flowed out of her seven orifices, and soon her face was covered.
Ben's heart was beating wildly as he slowly walked towards the girl.
I reached out to touch it, but hit nothing, and the scenery in front of me changed again.
Still in the refining room, but now it is daytime.
Looking at the continuously burning refining furnace, Ben's eyes blurred, and a pale yellow sphere appeared next to the refining furnace at some point.
Ben approached the ball, and the moment he reached out his hand and touched the ball, a huge amount of memories began to flood into his mind. Ben instantly lay on the ground in pain, holding his head with both hands, wailing constantly.
As the pain disappeared, Ben came back to his senses and found that his hand was in front of the small ball. The surrounding refining room had become a ruin.
I seem to have returned to the original world, but who can be sure that this place is real?
After hesitating for a moment, Ben resolutely reached into the pale yellow ball.
Soon, Ben saw that the vital energy in his body seemed to have turned into black silk threads, weaving something in the small ball.
Looking at the memories that were constantly being lost in his brain, Ben was not panicked. The results of these memories were all tragic, so it was better not to have them.
Gradually, a pitch-black rod-shaped object began to take shape in the small ball.
As the memory continues to diminish, the silk thread used for weaving becomes thinner and thinner.
Ben thought back, even though he had just been warned that he would gradually lose his memory, he had already begun to doubt his other life experiences.
As the weaving continued, Ben soon forgot why he appeared in the ruins. Fortunately, he kept telling himself to persevere in his head.
As the memory time becomes shorter and shorter, I can no longer remember what happened a few seconds ago. I have to rely on the word "persistence".
Ben has completed the production of the magic sword - Dark Night Star Pupil.