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Su Jianyang slowly moved forward in the dark mist, every step cautious and careful. His heart raced, feeling the eerie space filled with unease and uncertainty. Each step was heavy and cautious, his heartbeat pounding like a war drum, his throat feeling as if stuffed with cotton, breathing becoming rapid and difficult.
The sinister voice once again surrounded him, seeming to come from all directions, making it impossible to discern its specific source. The voice was full of sarcasm and mockery, as if taunting Su Jianyang's helplessness and ignorance.
"Sergeant Su... you really are heartless... shedding no tears!" The voice was full of mockery, seemingly ridiculing Su Jianyang's courage and strength. Su Jianyang tightened his grip on the gun, scanning around, trying to locate the source of the voice, but everything appeared blurry in the darkness, and he couldn't pinpoint the specific location.
"I'm really curious, when will your heart become as broken and chaotic as Wu Cheng's?" The voice continued to mock, a cold laughter echoing in the space. Su Jianyang was filled with anger and impatience, and he shouted, "Who are you? Come out!" However, all that responded to him was more mockery and cold laughter. This presence seemed unwilling to show itself, tormenting Su Jianyang's soul only through its voice.
"Sergeant Su, do you really think you can change anything? You're just a struggling clown on this dark stage!" The voice sneered contemptuously, seemingly enjoying Su Jianyang's pain and struggle.
Su Jianyang gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing his fear and anger. He knew he couldn't be defeated by this psychological attack, or he would become a plaything for this eerie presence. He continued to move forward, his eyes straining to find any suspicious movement in the darkness. The voice seemed to come from the void, omnipresent and inescapable. "Look, Su Jianyang. Your courage will be trampled by me, your hope will be torn apart by me. In this endless darkness, you will eventually lose yourself!"
Su Jianyang felt an invisible sense of oppression, as if it wanted to devour his will and courage. The gun in his hand shimmered with a faint light, and he knew it might be his only weapon and protection. Suddenly, that voice rang out again, more fierce and arrogant: "Do you think you can find the answer? Do you think you can uncover the truth of all this? You are just groping blindly in the dark, and I am the master of this darkness!"
Su Jianyang felt a deep sense of powerlessness, but he still persisted in moving forward. His mind was filled with the image of Wu Cheng, his friend, now controlled by this unknown evil force. Su Jianyang knew that, no matter how terrifying it was ahead, he had to face it, find a way, save Wu Cheng, and end all of this.
In the black mist, the eerie voice continued to echo, each word piercing Su Jianyang's heart like a sharp blade. The voice was full of mockery, seemingly reveling in his helplessness and despair: "Look, Su Jianyang, how laughable your courage is, how meaningless your persistence is! It's all destined, you cannot change anything!"
A strong sense of resistance surged in Su Jianyang's heart, as he refused to become a puppet of this dark force. He continued to move forward steadfastly, even though the path ahead was endless Darkness and the voice relentlessly tried to undermine his will, he would not give up.
Su Jianyang cautiously advanced through the vast black mist, the oppressive feeling enveloping him making each step incredibly heavy. The eerie sound seemed to still echo in his ears, but he forced himself to focus on the mission of finding Wu Cheng. Every breath Su Jianyang took caused a slight disturbance in the mist, as if the entire world was echoing his heartbeat.
At that moment, Su Jianyang suddenly kicked an object with his foot. Instinctively, he raised his gun, his heart racing, and nervously aimed ahead. But when he looked down carefully, he was surprised to find that it was a shoe, clearly belonging to Wu Cheng. He quickly crouched down and, following the position of the shoe, fumbled in the darkness to find Wu Cheng's body.
When he finally found Wu Cheng, Su Jianyang couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. Wu Cheng lay on the ground, his face pale, his expression showing pain and exhaustion, as if enduring indescribable torment. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if disconnected from everything in this world.
"Wu Cheng! Wu Cheng, can you hear me?" Su Jianyang anxiously shook Wu Cheng, trying to bring him back to consciousness.
Wu Cheng's reaction was very slow, his gaze was vacant, as if seeing through Su Jianyang, staring at a world only he could see. His lips trembled slightly, emitting an unrecognizable whisper: "Who... who am I? Where is this...? I feel... so empty..."
Su Jianyang's heart was deeply pained, watching this once strong detective now reduced to such a state, leaving him deeply distressed. Wu Cheng wore a look of confusion and panic, as if lost in the depths of his own soul, unable to break free from the dark forces binding him. Su Jianyang tried to awaken Wu Cheng with words, his voice filled with worry and unease: "Wu Cheng, you have to pull yourself together. We're still together, you can't give up like this!"
But Wu Cheng's reaction seemed very limited, his eyes flickering with confusion and pain, as if resisting some inner demon. His lips trembled slightly, uttering a few scattered words: " Darkness... I... don't know... I... lost... myself..."
Su Jianyang's forehead was covered in sweat, and his mood became increasingly anxious. In this strange, dark space, watching his once good friend now reduced to this state, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness and defeat. He understood that Wu Cheng's soul had been deeply corroded by this dark force, and if they didn't find a way to awaken him soon, he might be lost forever in this strange world.
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