At this moment, Charles felt a chill running down his spine to the back of his head.
He suddenly discovered a horrible fact. Before, 3521-1 would not attack people who could not move. It was simply because it could not sense the existence of that thing.
Noisy chord music quickly rang in his ears, and 3521-1 was approaching him rapidly.
Charles tried to close his eyes, but what made him feel extremely desperate was that it was like closing his eyes and facing the midday sun. The thin layer of eyelids could not block the dazzling and beautiful light of 3521-1.
"All of you stand still! Stay away from me! They are chasing me!" Charles turned quickly and rushed out, followed by the chaotic symphony.
Charles ran desperately in this spotless building, and the transparent tentacles pressed against the wall to speed him up.
He wanted to get rid of these deadly colors, but it was no use. 3521-1 was extremely fast and could even pass through walls.
"Kacha~" One of Charles's transparent tentacles was cut off, followed by the second, the third,
Once all the tentacles were cut off, it was time to cut Charles' body.
Charles, who was running desperately, suddenly felt a gentle breeze passing over his right leg, and then he could no longer feel the existence of his right leg.
In desperation, he pushed hard with his remaining left foot and pounced forward towards the ground.
At this moment, Charles in mid-air felt as if time had slowed down. He watched his right leg separate from his body and scarlet blood gushed out from his large blood vessels.
He didn't have time to pay attention to his legs, because he knew he had at most two seconds to think of a solution, otherwise his body would be cut into dozens of pieces like the chief engineer before.
Driven by the survival instinct, Charles' brain has never worked so fast before. He quickly connected various clues together at an extremely fast speed. "I saw them, and they saw me. If the record in the notebook is correct, then their existence comes from my perception. If I can't perceive them, then they will no longer exist!"
Normally, stripping away the visuals of the body is as simple as closing your eyes, but if closing your eyes doesn't do anything, there's only one way left.
The moment Charles landed on the ground, he stretched out two fingers and inserted them into his eye sockets and dug them hard.
The intense pain made Charles tremble all over, and he clenched his teeth to prevent himself from shouting.
In a blink of an eye, 3521-1 hit his body, and Charles' body quickly cracked, and all parts of his body were separated.
"No! They haven't disappeared! Did I guess wrong? No, I didn't guess wrong! I still have organs that can sense their presence!"
Just as the seven or eight hideous cuts on Charles' body were getting bigger and bigger, he instantly grabbed the black blade and quickly stabbed it into his left and right ear holes.
The severe pain almost made him faint, but it was all worth it, as the wounds on his body finally stopped expanding.
"Ha~ha~" Charles was lying in a pool of blood, gasping for breath. Suddenly he laughed, laughing wildly.
He made the right bet. The existence of this thing came from the perception of other people. Now that he had lost his vision and hearing, he could not perceive the string music and colors at all, so 3521-1 could not hurt him at all.
Charles quickly stopped laughing. He reached out and untied the cloth strip on his shoulder that recorded the names of all the crew members, and tied it tightly around his broken leg.
Now is not the time to be happy, he must find a way to get out of this place.
Charles wanted to stand up on one leg, but he couldn't. When he pierced the eardrum, it seemed that he went a little too deep and damaged the cochlea that maintains balance.
Charles, who was deaf and blind, dragged his wounded body and lay on the ground, groping around on the floor, looking for something.
Soon, he felt a boot on his foot. It was his boot, and it was his broken leg.
Charles picked up his broken leg and groped his way to the corner. He slowly crawled back to the road, shouting as he crawled: "I'm here!! I can't hear you now! If those things are still here, don't come over for now!! I can still hold on!! "
When he crawled to a door, Charles leaned his broken body against the door frame and gasped for breath. He could not crawl anymore. He was getting weaker and weaker. He could only wait for his crew to come and rescue him.
After resting for a while, he shouted to the people around him with a lack of confidence: "It's okay. It's okay if I can't move for the time being. Come and help me after they leave."
Time passed little by little, and Charles felt the blood on his clothes becoming increasingly sticky. He judged that almost fifteen minutes had passed.
According to 3521-1's previous habits, it should have left long ago, but the crew did not come to look for it.
"Is anyone there?" Charles' voice began to gradually fade away. His injuries were too severe. Even though his broken leg was bandaged in time, the wounds of all sizes on his body were still bleeding. His blood was almost dry.
At this moment, Charles didn't know where he was or what was happening around him.
There was only darkness in his world. Charles felt a little scared, and he felt that he was abandoned by everything in the outside world at this moment.
"I can't die here. I finally found the exit. I'm going back soon." Charles raised his hand and slapped himself, but he didn't feel any pain.
He instinctively hugged his broken leg and slowly curled up. "It's so dark... so cold..."
Just as Charles' consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred, a hand reached out and touched his face. It was a bandaged hand.
"Bandage, you're here." A smile appeared on Charles' face, and he completely relaxed. The vitality in him was gradually disappearing.
It was unknown how much time had passed. When Charles woke up again, he found that everything was dark in front of him. The familiar shaking beneath him let him know that he was back on the boat.
Charles reached out and touched his foot first, and found that his broken leg was back in place.
Then he touched his face again and found that his eye sockets were tightly wrapped with bandages and his ears were stuffed with cotton.
A gentle hand reached out, gently grabbed the cotton in Charles' ear, and after slowly rotating it, pulled out the cotton with a large blood scab attached.
The sound of the ocean waves resounded again in Charles' silent world.
"Linda?"
"I am here."
"How's my leg?"
"It was reattached. The incision was very smooth and very easy to reattach."
"What about my eyes?"
“… … ”
"Is everyone else okay?"
"After we found you, we got out and didn't encounter any danger on the way."
"That's good, you go out, I need to have a good rest."
(End of this chapter)