Have you ever imagined that on a certain day, you lost a certain sense of yours, which came suddenly and without warning.
The colors you once liked become a chaotic black curtain, the chaos you have been listening to is suddenly quiet and frightening, and your pain-resistant arms are full of scars, but you don't know anything about it.
No sight, no hearing...even, no touch.
It seems that the whole person is isolated in another universe, quiet, ignorant, empty, dark and deep, and you can't feel even a little bit of perception from the outside world.
If the connection between the soul and the body is lost, is the person still alive
What will you be like at that time—desperate, dazed, or indifferent.
Lu Chu knew.
"They all collapsed."
——
What the man said was true, it was an infectious disease.
Starting from the first person, people lost their senses one after another, and the whole town fell into panic and chaos. On the second day, the man told him that the game had already started.
Lu Chu's house is on the second floor, and he faces the window down. Although he can't see it, he can hear the noise below.
"Why did this happen." Knowing that he would not get an answer from the man, Lu Chu still couldn't help but want to ask, "Could it be because of me?"
After all, he was the only blind person here who had ever been blind, and the town had never had such a symptom except him.
Source of infection.
He immediately thought of the word.
The man's tone was flat, as if he was doing business: "No, this is inevitable, and you are just an accident."
"How can I save it?"
"Irreversible," the man said, "This is the fate of this town."
"Fate? What is that?"
The man walked behind him, looked down, and said slowly: "Chaos, dilapidation, panic—until death."
Lu Chu turned around, faced the man, frowned and asked, "Destroyed?"
"So you have to live and live until that day."
——
People in the whole town lost some senses more or less overnight, some lost all five senses, some lost only a few of them. But without exception, they all lost their vision.
The fear brought about by being unable to see is far more than the loss of perception in other aspects. Because you can't see, everything is unknown, and the unknown is often the most timid and daunting.
On the first day, Lu Chu wanted to go downstairs, but was stopped by a man. Although Lu Chu is a gentle person, he is also very stubborn in many cases.
"I want to go out."
The man's face was not good-looking, but Lu Chu didn't see it. He only heard him say in an indifferent tone: "It's not right now."
Lu Chu closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to imagine the chaos outside, and the wailing was everywhere.
"I'm going out," he repeated.
"What can you do when you go out," the man said, "No one will listen to you."
I can't hear it, and I can't hear it.
Lu Chu remained silent, while Luobo kept circling around him. The man pursed his lips, and knocked Lu Chu unconscious with a knife in his hand. Seeing this, Luobo bent down and yelled fiercely at the man, but was caught by the man's eyes. fixed in place.
The man picked up Lu Chu neatly by the waist, walked into the bedroom a few steps, and put him on the bed. He got up and closed the door, blocking the bark of the carrot, and sat by the bed, staring at Lu Chu's sleepy face without saying a word.
In the next few days, Lu Chu was handcuffed to the head of the bed by a man, and imprisoned in the bedroom, unable to move.
Only then did Lu Chu know that men can also cook, and he didn't know why men had to stay in the room by themselves. Outside the window of the bedroom, there would occasionally be the desperate sound of roaring and screaming from below, and those who heard it would feel trembling.
The sound of banging on the door with all his strength made Lu Chu feel that the people outside were in pain more than once.
One day, two days, three days... Lu Chu counted the time he had been imprisoned.
The man would go out occasionally, and when he came back, he was full of blood. After bathing, he was still mixed with the fragrance of soap, which was sweet and terrifying, as if it foreshadowed the dilapidation and cruelty of the world outside the house.
On the seventh day, the man opened the handcuffs on Lu Chu's hands.
Lu Chu raised his head slightly, his lifeless eyes were covered by some fragmented and slightly longer hair. After a few days, his cheeks became thinner, and his face was already slightly sickly pale: "You want to let me go?"
"Not yet, after today, whatever you want, it's up to you."
"Heh." Lu Chu chuckled, "I want to ask why again. Ever since I met you, I always seem to be asking 'why, why'."
The man's tone was calm: "Do you regret letting me in?"
Lu Chu shook his head: "Nothing will regret it, you are very strange, but even if I don't let you in, what should happen will still happen, if you want to imprison me, I still have no room to resist."
"Where's the radish?" Lu Chu changed the subject.
"in living room."
Lu Chu got up: "I'll go and have a look."
"Um."
As soon as Luobo saw Lu Chu, he ran over happily and sniffed around him. Lu Chu squatted down with a smile, hugged it in his arms and rubbed it: "I'm fine."
On this day, Lu Chu was still restricted in his movements, but he was not locked up again.
The eighth day of the city's sense of loss.
When Lu Chu woke up, the man was not sitting beside him as usual, and there was no hot food on the table. He got up, picked up the bamboo stick beside him, and walked out of the bedroom.
As soon as Luobo saw him, he came up to meet him. Lu Chu clearly felt the sound of the man's breathing in the living room. He tilted his ears and asked softly, "Are you there?"
No one answered.
Lu Chu frowned. He groped towards the sofa and touched the man's cheek with his hand. This is the first time he has touched this man's face. His nose bridge is high and sharp. He must be a good-looking person.
The man was touched, woke up suddenly, and sat up.
Lu Chu asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Quiet.
The quiet needle drop could be heard in the room, and even the radish stopped barking. The space was empty, and a biting chill slowly crawled up Lu Chu's back.
After a long time, the man took Lu Chu's palm and wrote a few words stroke by stroke with his fingertips.
-I.
-can not see.
-can not hear.
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