I don’t know how long it has passed, a glimmer of light lit up in the darkness, and then it quickly becomes brighter.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes, and the wall light at the head of the bed still emitted a soft light, illuminating the narrow space where the bed No. 37 belonged. He sat on the bed, calmed down, and after confirming that it was not a dream, he picked up his phone and looked at the time.

22:23.

In other words, the coma will not last more than half an hour at most.

After sitting on the head of the bed for a while, he asked the mysterious existence in his mind: "Is it related to you?"

Without any hesitation, he immediately remembered his crisp and sweet voice in his mind and replied calmly: "You can understand this way."

"Why?"

“What’s why?”

"Why is this happening?"

The other party seemed hesitant and did not answer immediately.

Zhang Yang said: "You have to make it clear. You haven't let me fall into a coma for so long before. Suddenly, there must be a reason. You said I don't have much time anymore, do you mean you don't have much time anymore?"

"If it weren't for me, you would have died long ago. You just felt the feeling of death, although it was not real death."

"You mean, if it weren't for you, I would just hang up when I rolled down the stairs at school?"

"Um."

"Why should I believe you?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yang felt the darkness in front of his eyes again. The boundless darkness instantly swallowed his consciousness. He used up all his will and left only three words of "last words": "I fuck you..."

When his consciousness woke up again, there was a slight sound of the door opening in his ears. Zhang Yang sat on the hospital bed and subconsciously raised his head. The beautiful nurse who woke up in the hospital for the first time told him to "remember the feces tomorrow morning" came in.

Seeing Zhang Yang sitting on the bed looking at her, she showed a slightly smile to Zhang Yang and asked in a low voice, "Are you sleeping?" Without waiting for the answer, she walked to the innermost window of the ward, inspected the three beds, and then walked back, smiled at Zhang Yang, and told him softly: "It's time to go to bed."

Zhang Yang nodded and replied softly with a smile: "Let's sleep now."

The nurse walked out of the ward gently and closed the door gently.

Zhang Yang's face suddenly became gloomy. In order to prevent himself from suddenly losing consciousness again, people thought he died suddenly, so he turned off the light and lay down.

The entire ward was shrouded in hazy darkness, and only the glimmer of light from the window and doors, Zhang Yang slowly breathed out, trying hard to soothe his tense mood and body.

He closed his eyes, but he was not sleepy at all. He was lying on the bed, but he felt like he was hanging in the endless distant void, and could fall into the darkness that could not be ended at any time. His heart was filled with deep fear that could not be controlled... and indescribable vague expectations.

"I've explained it, but you don't believe it, so I have to demonstrate it to you again."

The crispy, tender and sweet voice spoke actively, "If you still don't believe it, I can continue to help you experience it. But there are words first, if there are too many times, I can't guarantee whether it will cause harm to you."

Zhang Yang opened his eyes in the darkness and looked at the hazy ceiling expressionlessly, without responding for a long time.

After a long time, he asked, "Does it have anything to do with me appearing here for no reason?"

"You mean coming to this world from that world?"

Zhang Yang was shocked and said slowly: "Yes."

"Of course, otherwise how could you suddenly learn the memory of another world."

Zhang Yang quickly thought and analyzed the information revealed in this sentence, and asked calmly: "What does it mean?"

“Literally.”

The other party paused, and then slowly added: "You have gained the memory of your own in another world, but the memory and personality of that world are more rich and complete, so you can't tell which one is the real you... Of course, to be precise, both are you."

"Not a time travel?"

"You can understand it no matter how you travel through time or rebirth, but to be more precise, this should be called "Su Hui", which means you suddenly gain another life or memory of yourself."

"Do you mean "parallel time and space"?"

"It can be understood so."

"Why does this happen?"

"This matter is troublesome to explain, and your priority should be to work hard to survive."

"What's the meaning?"

"You just said it's right. I don't have much time left, but for you, this is by no means a good thing, because if I disappear, you will die as well. We have a common goal."

Zhang Yang didn't say anything.

He is not a person who easily trusts others, and he doesn't know what this guy is. He doesn't believe what the other person said, but the facts are in front of him, so the other person can easily control his life and death.

So what she said is true or false, and it hurts herself or saves herself. In fact, it doesn’t matter at the moment.

"What do you want me to do?"

The crisp, tender and sweet voice returned to the rigid tone that was as straight as there was no fluctuation at all, "Please choose to accept it."

Zhang Yang remained silent.

"Again, we have a common survival goal. If you take a step back, you will even get your life for nothing. What else can you lose?"

Zhang Yang suddenly remembered something and asked: "You said I just gained my original memory, what about me in that world?"

"Of course, it's time to go home and update. Do you want to continue to put the reader pigeon?"

"real?"

"real."

In more than twenty days, Zhang Yang really breathed a sigh of relief for the first time.

In this strange world, his parents and relatives are still there, but the different family environments and growth experiences still make him more emotionally in his memory, especially if he didn't know if they were in front of him or not, he was still hard to let go of.

He could not imagine what would happen to his family if something happened to him.

"Please choose to accept it."

Zhang Yang said: "What do you want me to accept?"

“A deal.”

“What agreement?”

"Please choose to accept it."

“Since it’s a choice, why is there no option to reject it?”

"You choose to die?"

"Since it's an agreement, you have to tell me the content of the agreement first?"

"I have taken a lot of risks to tell you this. Unless you accept it, I can't tell you anything, whether to survive or die, you decide for yourself."

"If I don't accept it, when will I die?"

"Your parents and sister will be able to see your body when they come to the hospital tomorrow."

Zhang Yang stopped talking, and the other party no longer urged him.

Time passed bit by bit. I don’t know how long it had passed, but Zhang Yang picked up his phone and looked at the time. It was already past midnight.

He got out of bed, came to the bathroom with a cane, and did not take off his pants, sitting on the toilet in a daze.

In the quiet late night, you can occasionally hear some footsteps or voices coming from the corridor. There seems to be an ambulance whistle outside. Zhang Yang thought of many things during the long period of time that he seemed to be still: in the past life, in this life, in the past, in the present, in the other party has good intentions, and in the other party has malicious intentions...

He thought about almost all the possibilities he could think of, but then his legs became numb. After he came to his senses, he couldn't remember what he thought of, or in other words, he didn't know what useful things he thought of.

Just like the saying goes: "Please choose to accept it." He actually has no other choice, because he cannot and dares to bet on his life. Then accepting is inevitable.

He wanted to stand up with a crutch, but his sore legs were completely out of control. He had to sit down again and try to soothe the blood in his legs. After a while, he left the bathroom with a crutch and climbed onto the bed and lay down again.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked at the night silently.

“I accept.”

After the words were finished, there was almost no delay. The crisp and sweet voice sounded again in his mind. The rigid and rigid tone could reveal a faint feeling of joy. A series of words passed by his mind one by one:

"While signing of the contract is signed, the contract is signed successfully."

"The audio and video memory is being drawn successfully."

"The audio and video memory is being sealed, and the sealing is successful."

"Remaining health: 832 days."

"Current date: June 24, 1991."

“Estimated Death Date: September 5, 1993.”

Zhang Yang was slightly stunned, then immediately checked his body and tried hard to search for his memory, but found no abnormalities.

He didn't hear any other voices, and then he asked, "What do memory extraction and sealing mean?"

"Prevent cheating from triggering, and pass the assessment, it will be automatically lifted after obtaining the first work."

"What's the meaning?"

“To confirm that you have the ability to gain faith.”

"Can you speak human language?"
To be continued...