The Monster I Was Redeemed

After dinner, Ai Liang, accompanied by the maid, washed up, put on her pajamas and lay down on the bed.

Speaking of rest, most people may relax by listening to music, watching movies, taking a bath or getting a massage in the middle of the night.

But Ai Liang is only three years old, and the relaxation methods that many adults have are not suitable for a three-year-old child.

In addition, affected by the so-called hyperamnesia, most of the relaxation methods have become a burden on Ai Liang's brain.

In addition to the necessary study courses, Ai Liang was not even allowed to read more books at home. At most, he was taken for a walk in the backyard, walked the dog, and was taken by Feng Chengfu to ride a horse.

To be honest, after being in coma for a whole day, Ai Liang didn't feel sleepy at all now, but his family would not allow him to continue to use his brain too much and stay awake all night long during the long night.

Ai Liang pulled the quilt and lay on the bed with his back to the monitor, his mind filled with the space he dreamed about when he was unconscious.

For such an unbelievable thing, in his previous life, Ai Liang would have thought it was a strange dream, and perhaps he would have forgotten all about it on the way to work after waking up.

But now that he has gained a second life, he is a living example that cannot be explained by modern science, making it difficult for Ai Liang to deny the existence of the supernatural as before.

"How on earth should I go back...can I only enter when I'm asleep?"

Ai Liang murmured to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils began to dilate and his expression became dazed, and the next second he was standing under the blue sky.

"...are you coming in now?"

Ai Liang raised his eyebrows and looked around in disbelief.

Fragments of past memories began to appear one after another around Ai Liang, just like when he was in a coma, and soon filled the surrounding space.

As more and more memories come out, the people and things in many memories begin to overlap, and the various images are intertwined and become as weird as Picasso's paintings.

However, Ai Liang came here not to observe memories, but to look for the sounds he heard before.

"Hello? Are you there?"

Ai Liang raised his head and shouted towards the sky.

No one responded.

"If this is my inner world, then who are you?"

Ai Liang asked a question that he had not been able to finish before.

Still no one answered, as if the voice he heard before waking up was just his imagination.

Ai Liang stopped trying to talk and instead focused on the messy memories around him.

It's easy to verify whether it's an illusion. Just see if there are any relevant records in your memory.

The memory of three years is neither short nor long.

Because Ai Liang has basically spent these years in his own manor, excluding the audio memories of the first few months after he was born, most of the memories are the same scenes and the same things, but the progress of the same thing is different.

Although the manor is large, Ai Liang rarely explores his home. He spends most of his time wandering around the main building and the backyard. He has never been to places like wine cellars and warehouses.

Ai Liang easily arranged the memories of these years into a long queue in units of months.

And at the end of the long memory lane is what happened today.

Finding today's memory doesn't take much effort. It's no more difficult than picking up a glass of water.

The mini video began to play, and Ai Liang skipped the first few hours of aimless wandering and directly intercepted the fragment where the memory screen began to appear.

After sorting through all his memories, he once again confirmed that the voice was not an auditory hallucination, and it was indeed the first time he heard that voice.

"Can we come out and meet you?"

Ai Liang replayed the scene of the conversation and extended the invitation again.

But in the boundless space, only the sounds in memory are constantly rippling.

Are you unwilling to answer, or are you really unable to hear?

For some reason, Ai Liang felt a little irritated and uneasy at the same time.

Fear comes from the unknown.

When I was alone, I suddenly heard someone talking to me.

Any normal person would be frightened.

If it weren't for being short-sighted or crazy, I believe everyone would want to figure things out.

Moreover, Ai Liang is still a person who has had experiences that cannot be explained by existing science.

Regarding the unknown existence, he has always held the principle of preferring to believe in its existence rather than its non-existence.

If the other party doesn't show up, there's nothing Ai Liang can do against him. Although he still doesn't know what to do if he shows up, it can at least relieve his uneasiness. Being seen is always more reassuring than not being seen.

Ai Liang thought for a while, temporarily withdrawing his thoughts from the unknown voice and turned to his current inner world.

The senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch here are the same as those in the real world. It is said that this is another different space. Ai Liang Duxin.

Intuition is positive about the inner world, but even if you can indeed see your own memories here, you should still be appropriately vigilant.

After all, there is an unknown existence here, and no one knows what it is.

Ai Liang looked at the long list of compiled memories.

Without the fixation of subjective consciousness, these memories begin to dissipate again.

"We have to find a way to fix these memories..."

Ai Liang began to think about how to store these memories.

Until I figure out what that voice really is, I will inevitably come back here again.

No matter where this place is, it is always very disturbing to have various images dangling in front of you every time you come in.

Moreover, these are my own memories, and it is better to store them than to leave them outside for others to observe.

Ai Liang tried to imagine a library based on the style of his study room, and then compressed his memories into books and put them into them according to time numbers.

Just when he was about to execute it, the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him again.

Just like last time, he failed to make any resistance, and his consciousness quickly fell into darkness.

Ai Liang's body trembled in the real world, and the next second he suddenly opened his eyes.

"You're back now?"

Ai Liang sat upright on the bed and stared blankly at the gray and white bedroom.

The moonlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows indicated that it was late at night.

Ai Liang turned to look at the small alarm clock beside the bed: one ten minutes past one in the morning.

It was less than eight o'clock when he went to bed, more than five hours had passed, and according to Ai Liang's senses, he had been in his inner world for less than fifteen minutes.

The time difference between the two reached a terrifying 1:20.

"After entering that space, even if you just walk for a few minutes, the real world will jump for more than an hour. No wonder I was in a coma for more than a day last time..."

After understanding the connection between the duration of coma and the inner world, Ai Liang began to analyze the reasons why he was forced to withdraw from the inner world.

The two awakenings were not due to Ai Liang's own will, but as if he was kicked out by some force after reaching the limit of retention.

"The first time I entered that space, I stayed for at least an hour, and this time it was less than fifteen minutes. Is the length of stay related to my behavior there?"

"Last time, I entered accidentally, so I spent most of the time wandering aimlessly. The turning point was that thoughts related to the revolving door appeared in my mind, and the memories of these years appeared in my mind.

The strange voice appeared after I tried to control these memories, and it wasn't long before I woke up from the real world.

But this time I sorted out my memories as soon as I got up, and I only stayed there for more than ten minutes..."

Ai Liang carefully compared the results twice.

It is not difficult to see that the time spent in the inner world is related to the degree of manipulation of memory.

"The stronger the interference, the shorter the stay..."

While talking, Ai Liang suddenly felt something was wrong.

He raised his head and looked around the bedroom, seeing everything he saw was gray.

Have I become completely color blind? !