Lost Narrative Poetry

Huchihuchi...

Panting heavily.

Da da da da...

Running footsteps.

This seemed to be an old street shrouded in smog, but it was empty without a single soul, as if it had entered a lifeless world shrouded in thick fog.

In this thick, cold and humid haze, it seems that the nose cannot breathe the air normally at all, or the air inhaled is particularly pungent and choking. It can not only stimulate the olfactory nerves, but even really hurt the eyes. It makes your eyes sting.

Xia Ran, who was running away in it, felt that he was in pain, extremely painful... He was enduring unspeakable suffering, and there was almost no hope of getting rid of this painful experience——

Just like trekking alone and arduously in the desert under the scorching sun and in the yellow sand, victims may die of dehydration and heatstroke at any time.

It's like a drowning person who can't swim, struggling desperately and helplessly, but still gradually suffocating.

He could only gasp for air as if it was difficult to breathe, while raising his hands to rub his eyes from time to time. At the same time, he staggered and ran hard in the endless and seemingly endless thick haze.

——As if he were a dying person who was seriously injured and dying.

Okay, maybe this statement is a bit exaggerated, but his physique has always been relatively weak, and his foundation is not very good. He often had fevers and illnesses when he was a child, and he spent the last few months in a hospital bed. .

Now, in this kind of thick smoke and fog, it is almost impossible to see the looming scenery around, and it is not clear whether it is day or night, and groping forward in a gloomy and dark environment is really a kind of experience for Xia Ran. torture.

Difficulty breathing……

Eyes stinging...

Coughing like I have asthma...

Even the air he breathed seemed to be blocked in his nose and could not go down to his lungs. It seemed that even though he breathed in air, it was blocked in his chest and could not be transported to the whole body.

It was as if the harder he tried to breathe, the more he was suffocating. It was unbearable. Coupled with other bad feelings, including stinging eyes, the dampness of water vapor in the body, and the greasy feeling on the touch... it can be said to be all-around bad and disgusting.

If he wasn't familiar with this type of situation, or even skilled, Xia Ran thought that he would definitely not be able to bear it.

But even so, even if he comforted himself, encouraged himself again and again, and kept telling himself that this situation would not last forever, it would end sooner or later, and he would be able to be relieved by then...

——However, his mood inevitably slipped away bit by bit, becoming more and more gloomy and depressed.

Especially as his lungs became more and more suffocated, his legs became as heavy as lead and he couldn't move his legs, his throat and lungs were burning, and his body became increasingly weak, he almost felt like it. I'm going to give up on myself.

Otherwise, let's do this...

Just give up like this...

Being caught up by the lunatic behind me only caused pain for a short while at most, and it passed quickly. But if you struggle slowly like now, the suffering will be longer, and you don't know when it will end...

Avoiding doesn't solve the problem, but it does help. Thoughts like this kept appearing in his mind, lingering and lingering.

After all, this is also true. There is an old saying that hardship is blessing, but it only encourages people not to be afraid of hardship. It does not mean that people are encouraged to take the initiative to suffer. Xia Ran considers herself to be a very normal person, and does not have anything similar to a shaky body physique.

If he had a choice, of course he wouldn't be so stupid as to come to this disgusting, cold, slippery haze to receive lung washing, and have a thrilling and burning battle with a madman and murderer who can't communicate at all. Adrenaline death race.

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…

A little while passed.

Huchihuchi...

Finally, she couldn't run anymore. Her legs were so heavy that she couldn't move forward at all. Xia Ran bent down and held her knees, panting desperately. Her stinging and red eyes looked around aimlessly.

In the dead silence of the world, only his heavy breathing seemed to indicate his presence.

Nothing has changed, and it is still unclear whether day or night can be distinguished. Thick and gloomy haze seems to envelope the entire world, making the distant scenery appear blurry, making it both visible and invisible.

He seemed to be trapped in a real fog city, but he couldn't tell the direction at all, and he was not familiar with the terrain and routes. He was wandering around like a headless fly in the empty and cold dark streets. .

Now I don’t know how far I ran, where I ran, whether I got rid of the crazy murderer behind me...

This foggy city is like a dead city, or a ghost town. Xia Ran is not even sure whether there is anyone living there. Although through the thick and cold haze, some dim and yellow lights can be vaguely seen. Twinkling and swaying, it looked desolate and unlucky.

However, he had tried knocking on the door many times before to ask for help, but he did not receive any response. He did not know whether there was no one inside or simply did not intend to come out and lend a helping hand.

The world is really in decline, and people’s hearts are not as old as they used to be...

However, considering that this is a nightmare, no matter how clear it is, it is still just a dream, so it is not incomprehensible.

He didn't complain too much, but after holding on to his knees to catch his breath, he straightened up and rubbed his red eyes, feeling tears coming out of his eyes. It wasn't because I felt aggrieved or scared that I cried, but because the gas around me was really too irritating.

Xia Ran even suspected that he had been infected with an upper respiratory tract disease. He now missed the smell of disinfectant in the hospital. Although the smell was not very pleasant, he had also hated it before.

But now compare it like this, the latter is simply a real paradise!

Xia Ran was thinking about all this, and he kept looking around and sizing up the surrounding environment. Although he knew it might be meaningless, he still wanted to see if there was anything he could use.

Although on the surface, in addition to the stinging and red eyes and constant tears caused by force majeure, he was also coughing and asthmatic, and coupled with the previous running for his life, he now seemed to be in a very embarrassed state.

But in fact, he was not too panicked. Instead, he had a accustomed helplessness and a strange calmness.

Running away is one thing, being afraid is another. He ran away because he knew the situation was critical, but it didn't mean he was panicking - just like a person wants to drink water because he knows he is thirsty. .

It's a very simple thing and has nothing to do with other emotional issues.

After all, this is not the first time he has experienced such a situation. Although it is not the same every time, it is a very similar dangerous scene. And he was really fed up with these inexplicable things, so naturally this scene couldn't make him feel so scared.

Of course, this does not mean that he will accept all this happening calmly and accept the fate that has been imposed on him.

The only thing I can tolerate is death. When things are in a hurry, horses go out of their way, and when dogs are in a hurry, they will jump over the wall. The same principle is that people can still do anything if they are pushed into a hurry...except math problems.

Xia Ran is now close to such a state, with huge waves suppressed behind the calm.

That's right, why is he always the only one being abused? There is no such reason...

Maybe like a spring, he had accumulated enough negative emotions such as depression, anger, resentment, etc., and now it probably burst out at this time, making him more and more angry the more he thought about it.

At this moment, he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming from the end of the alley behind him.

——That crazy murderer is catching up... maybe it should be said to be Jack the Ripper? The infamous London killer at the end of the century?

Xia Ran made such a judgment not without reason, and not just because he happened to break into the murder scene before and saw with his own eyes that the madman had just brutally killed and dismembered a struggling woman.

——Although in the dark alley wet with cold and thick fog, the blood snaked into a carnival feast for criminals, the scene was really visually impactful, and it also made him accidentally make a noise and expose himself, In the end, the lunatic was pursued.

There is also this strange foggy city that seems to be trapped in a demonic world and shrouded in thick fog, some completely retro painting styles, the hazy light and shadow cast by gas lamps on the streets in the distance... and he happened to read some movies on this subject a few days ago. information.

These have become an important basis for his judgment. After all, even if it is a dream, it cannot really come out of nothing.

I think about it every day and dream about it at night. This sentence makes sense. Freud once said that any dream reflects the subconscious self and subconscious thoughts, which are reflected in the dream through some kind of change.

Scientifically speaking, when a person often pays attention to the same aspect of information over a period of time, then when sleeping at night, because the brain cells are not completely dormant, they will integrate and process the information received during the day, and it is very difficult to There may be similar dreams.

Because this kind of strange situation always occurs to him, Xia Ran has also looked for relevant theories and consulted relevant experts, so he knows the reasons.

He thought it made sense, and he was a man who believed in science.

As the footsteps quickly approached, something dimly revealed its outline in the moving vortex of mist, but he probably didn't expect the prey to stop. He subconsciously froze for a moment and stopped.

Just this moment——

Xia Ran took a deep breath, and then... rushed over without hesitation.

(PS: Newbie, new book, please give me your advice)