In fact, as long as the willpower is not so weak, no matter how delusional the illusion may concoct, as long as you firmly believe that it is just an illusion, you should be able to escape from it and save your life.
At least Ke Xun thought so.
So from the first night after he was almost succeeded by the illusion, he spent every subsequent night without any danger.
The previous experience of entering paintings has become valuable experience and accumulation at this time. As Wei Dong said, the current members of the "Entering Painting Theory" have few ghosts that can scare them again, and who can make them terrified. A bizarre incident.
When members are chatting occasionally in the V letter group, they often mention that Ke Xun is the fastest growing one among them. From the messy Erque youth when he first entered the painting, he has grown into a mature, calm, reliable, even young man. Exist like the protector of the team.
Wei Dong, who is most familiar with him, said that he has become more and more indestructible, whether in spirit and belief, or in thought and emotion.
Ke Xun himself thought so too.
Until this realization lasts until darkness falls tonight.
Ke Xun and Mu Yiran were sitting in the corner of the central hall. At the moment when the darkness invaded, the hand that Mu Yiran was holding disappeared into his palm.
It was still the same empty and empty darkness as the previous three nights, and the only thing I could hear in my ears was the surging sound of sticky sea water coming from not far away.
Ke Xun quietly waited for the phantom to appear, guessing what kind of plot the despicable thing behind the scenes would concoct to confuse people.
The surging sound of the sea gradually became clearer, as if it was right in front of you, right at your feet, and the sense of emptiness slowly contracted. The sea in front of you seemed to have a shore, and there seemed to be trees on the shore. The ground, even, has cars coming and going.
A bone-piercing cold surrounded him in all directions, the temperature seemed to drop to below zero in an instant, and Ke Xun's skin was frozen with a layer of goose bumps.
The peculiar breath of midwinter was rushing into the nostrils.
Ke Xun shivered slightly from the cold, and shrank subconsciously.
This is a winter scene.
Although there was still a thick darkness in front of him without any images, Ke Xun could feel that it was a winter, it was very cold, it might be the coldest winter he had ever experienced in his life.
The water in front of them made a rumbling sound, like ripples hardened by the cold, constantly colliding with each other.
In the murmur of water, there are some sounds that seem to be ice cubes colliding, and the smashed ice chips fly away, making this invisible scene even more textured.
Ke Xun opened his eyes wide and looked into the emptiness in front of him.
In the darkness, his body trembled slightly.
"Xiao Xun."
A very familiar voice, as if it had sounded yesterday, was sent into the ear from the close front.
Ke Xun's heart shrank suddenly, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or something, his body shook violently.
"Xiao Xun... Xiao Xun, are you doing well by yourself now?"
Ke Xun opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but there was a tear-like dry pain in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.
"Xiao Xun... son, do you miss Dad?" a very familiar voice asked in the tone he was most familiar with.
"...Get out... Get out!—Get out!" Ke Xun tried several times, and finally roared a hoarse cracking sound from his dry throat.
That disgusting thing behind the scenes, so wildly created the illusion of a person who is no longer alive, it is not afraid of being recognized by him. Is this still delusional? This is not bewitching, this is rampant and extremely malicious provocation!
It's like a naked declaration: Even if you know it's an illusion, you can't escape after all, and you're still going to die on this illusion! Because it is the obsession that you can never let go, the scar that can never be healed, the painful nightmare that you can never get rid of!
Ke Xun has never been so angry before, but this anger is not like a raging fire, but a boundless ocean, overwhelming and swallowing him, heavy and suffocating.
Beneath this sea of anger and suffocation, what is condensed and hidden is endless sorrow and stinging pain that will never have a limit.
During the darkest and most depressing time in Ke Xun's life, he always wanted to look at his dearest people one more time, even if it was just one glance, no, even if he just heard their voices, even if there was only one word, one address, one word. light cough...
God knows how much he craved these.
And in front of him, the thing he had longed for the most, but the most impossible thing to achieve suddenly became "true" - even though it was just an illusion, but the endless longing that had been deeply hidden in his heart was so unstoppable And the depressing ground, like the volcanic lava on the seabed, spewed frantically.
The wild waves on the sea, the black abyss under the sea, the volcanoes under the sea.
Angry, sad, missing.
Ke Xun was suppressed layer by layer on the bottom of the sea, unable to move.
"Xiao Xun... Do you miss Dad? Dad misses you very much. Dad is worried about you. He is worried that you won't be able to eat well or dress well by yourself, and you won't be able to take good care of yourself."
"Go-go!" Ke Xun roared hoarsely, "I fucking killed you! You know—I will definitely kill you!"
"Xiao Xun, don't you want to talk to Dad? This may... This is the last time our father and son... have a chance to talk... Xiao Xun, don't you... don't want to hear more about Dad's voice?"
"Go away..." Ke Xun tugged at his hair with both hands and buried his face between his arms.
He wanted to hear it, he wanted to hear it, and even though it was just an illusion, he still wanted to hear the sound he wanted to hear the most.
He misses this voice so much, to the point that every time he thinks of it, his heart aches. This pain will not weaken with the passage of time. The death of a loved one is a wound that can never be healed in everyone's heart.
"Xiao Xun... Dad is sorry for you, leaving you alone in this world and letting you endure so much pain and suffering alone is my father's fault, my father is not a qualified father, I hope... I hope that in the next life, you can get one A better father, take care of you on my behalf and protect you for the rest of your life..."
"No..." Ke Xun opened his palms, covered his eyes, and a low and suppressed voice squeezed out from under his palms with difficulty.
Illusion, it's just an illusion, it's fake, of course it's fake... But he still wants to continue to listen to his "daddy" talk to him, even if every sentence and every word he says makes his heartbreak even more painful. Intense, more painful to the soul.
"Xiao Xun... It's a pity that Dad can't accompany you to continue to grow up, and I can't watch you grow from a handsome guy to a man who is upright, mature and responsible. Dad regrets that I can't watch you succeed in your career. , find the person you like, marry her and start a family, have a child as cute as you were when you were young... Dad can no longer protect you, can't accompany you for most of your life... Xiao Xun... I'm sorry for you, Dad makes you suffer now…”
"No... No..." Ke Xun murmured, a choked sob in his desperately suppressed voice.
"Xiao Xun, do you miss Dad?"
Thinking, how can you not think about it? When you are eating at the empty table at home, you will think about it, when you stand in front of the window at home and look out at the whole city from the floor-to-ceiling window, you will think about it, when you fall asleep at night, and when you open your eyes in the morning. I will think about it, I will think about it when it rains, I will think about it when it is snowing, I will think about it when I walk on the street, and I will think about every father I see.
"Xiao Xun, do you miss your father?... Son, when my father was alive, what I wanted to hear most was to say something to my father... You love my father... Xiao Xun, do you miss my father? Do you miss my father? "
Ke Xun covered his eyes, and there was a thick nasal sound in his heavy breathing.
He panted for a long time, and the voice made by the illusion stopped talking, as if waiting for him quietly.
Until Ke Xun finally squeezed out a sound from his throat, he choked hoarsely, "...thinking..."
Suddenly, a frigid wind rushed towards him, almost piercing his skin, and there was a roar of the north wind roaring in the dark, and the rushing sound of the rushing river, not far from Ke Xun's front, There was a sudden explosion of a scream: "Someone fell into the water - come here soon - help - someone fell into the water!"
"—Save people!" The familiar voice in front of him shouted, and the sound of footsteps rushed towards the distance.
Ke Xun's body suddenly froze, and then he started shaking uncontrollably.
"Wow", as if someone jumped into the water, the sound of vigorously paddling their arms and swimming, mixed with the sound of turbulent water and the collision of broken ice on the water surface, sandwiching people's exclamations and screams , every sound came into Ke Xun's ears very clearly, even the heavy gasp that came from that familiar voice.
"It's coming soon—"
"The man is swimming right there! Approaching the drowning man!"
"Caught the drowning, he caught the drowning!"
"No, his clothes are too heavy! He didn't have time to undress when he jumped down to save people, and the river was too cold - he was starting to struggle!"
"It's almost there, it's almost the shore, work harder!"
"Not good! Not good—the rescuer has no strength—he's starting to sink—"
"The one who saves! The one who saves - sinks! He sinks!"
"The drowning person was saved by him! The drowning person is not in danger of life, and the person who saves..."
"He can't save people! He can't... save people... save people is dead..."
Ke Xun shivered coldly, shaking his body into a ball, and even the choked sob in his nose was shattered to pieces.
A feeling of sinking into deep water, rushing towards him in all directions, the bone-chilling cold and the suffocating feeling of being crushed by water, penetrated into all the pores and internal organs in a very real way.
Ke Xun gasped for breath subconsciously, and in the murmur of the underwater sound in his ears, the familiar voice suddenly came again: "Xiao Xun... Dad is so painful... Can you feel it, Xiao Xun? Dad is so cold in the water... so cold…”
"—Shut up!—Shut up!" Ke Xun tried to suppress the voice with his own voice, but to no avail, the voice seemed to be not on the same track as his voice at all, completely undisturbed by him, still very clear into his ears.
Ke Xun covered his ears with his hands, but the sound penetrated his hands and pierced his ears. He couldn't do anything. Everything was just an illusion. The most unbearable thing for him was the pain in his heart.