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Xiaoting's touch feels like a pair of cold hands, firmly controlling his body and mind. His body seems to be manipulated by invisible strings, bending, turning, as if being disassembled puppet, step by step assembled into another existence, losing the ability to control himself.
"Wu Cheng, ah... Wu Cheng, truly a failure," Xiaoting's voice is low and indifferent, like a whisper from the abyss, filled with mockery and sarcasm. The mocking tone deeply stings his heart, and he can't help but feel a surge of anger, but is bound and unable to express it.
In this dreamlike realm, it seems as if there is an invisible web that entangles him, rendering him unable to move. He tries to break free, but it's as if he's being led by an unseen force, heading towards a darker and darker abyss.
"The police can't do their job well, killing children and women. Husbands can't do their job well either, killing their wives and then acting like nothing happened. Now, you've forgotten everything. If you don't want to remember, I'll help you!" Xiaoting's voice becomes mocking, filled with cold laughter. Those words are like sharp blades, deeply cutting through his soul, revealing the deepest pain within him.
Suddenly, Xiaoting's hands violently gripped Wu Cheng's head, as if trying to completely control his thoughts and memories. He felt a powerful force rushing into his mind, as if a pair of cold hands were digging into his heart, mercilessly manipulating all his past pain and guilt.
Wu Cheng's thoughts began to blur, the past and present intertwining, making it impossible for him to distinguish what was real and what was an illusion. He watched himself alternating in past scenes, sometimes as a bystander, witnessing himself repeatedly making mistakes; other times, he became his former self, carrying out irreversible orders. His heart kept screaming, hoping to stop his own actions, but the past commands seemed to continue heartlessly.
The explosion of gunpowder, the entangled shadows, Xiaoting being shot, everything endlessly replaying in his mind, as if pulling him into an inescapable abyss. He felt the pain of being torn apart, the physical fragmentation and the torment of the spirit intertwined, as if trapped in a cycle of hell.
As the torment escalated, what he saw was no longer memories of the past, but a cruel scene beyond reality. He saw himself standing next to a pile of bloody and blurry corpses, holding a bloody cleaver, but with no expression on his face. Each corpse seemed to have been carefully dissected and then haphazardly reassembled, like a grotesque art performance.
"Do you remember these? You killed them all, and then played with them like toys. Look, there are children here, women, even police and doctors. Who do you think you are?" Xiaoting's cold voice echoed in Wu Cheng's ear. He tried to resist this mental torture, but a powerful invisible force oppressed him, rendering him unable to move. He felt like his heart was being tightly gripped by a large hand, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Suddenly, he felt his body starting to split, every cell, every muscle being cut by an unseen blade. The pain almost made him lose consciousness, but he couldn't pass out; he was forced to feel it all. "Not enough yet? Then taste this!" Xiaoting suddenly shouted, and Wu Cheng felt an even more terrifying force rushing into his body. Every organ felt like it was being scorched by flames, and he could almost hear his own viscera howling.
At this moment, he finally saw Xiaoting's true face - her face was no longer that of a gentle woman, but a terrifying visage pieced together by countless evil spirits and ghosts. In that instant, Wu Cheng finally understood that he was deeply trapped in an inescapable nightmare. He wanted to scream, to struggle, but he could do nothing. His mind, body, and even his soul were completely destroyed by this nightmare. This was not just a nightmare, but more like a judgment on his soul.
After countless experiences, Wu Cheng gave up resistance. There was a faint resistance in his eyes, but it was completely shattered by repeated shocks. Wu Cheng surrendered. He surrendered to his past mistakes. He understood that he was not only a murderer, but also the root cause of destroying all his happiness. His mindset began to change, and he started to immerse himself in the endless playback of these painful memories because he knew he needed to atone.
This atonement is not fleeting, it will take a lifetime or even longer to repay. Now, he not only experiences the past, but also falls in love with the terrifying sensation of entering the victim's body. He longs to deeply understand their inner fear, terror, and the continuous physical pain.
He repeatedly experiences the terror of being shot and feels the extreme pain of the moment when the bullet pierces his body. He empathizes with the terror of being sawed into pieces, painfully experiencing the sensation of his body being mercilessly cut into fragments. He can feel the fresh blood and flesh crushed by the saw, and the chilling sound accompanies him in every nightmare.
All of this is caused by him, the terrifying echo of his past mistakes and sins. He is deeply trapped in this constantly replaying hellish scenario, immersed in it, constantly feeling pain and despair. Each of his nightmares is like a sharp blade, constantly cutting into his heart, deeply depicting his past sins.
In this terrifying realm, he is no longer Wu Cheng, but the continuation of those lives he destroyed, enduring endless torment and suffering. His body and mind are twisted in pain, his soul howling in the darkness, unable to escape the eternal imprisonment of his past, deeply trapped and unable to break free.
His voice echoed in the dream, like a symphony of despair, against the desolate scenery around.
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