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Mom gently pats Chen Yi's back and kindly advises him, "Alright, stop thinking about those unhappy things. Come and have breakfast, everything is getting cold." Her voice is filled with maternal love and care, trying to pull Chen Yi back from the terrible dream.
Chen Yi slowly walks to the dining table, tears still in his eyes, but he tries to calm his emotions. He looks at the milk and sandwich on the table, the usual breakfast items that now seem particularly precious. Wiping away his tears, he starts to eat his breakfast.
Dad and Mom then sat back on the sofa, their eyes filled with love and understanding. They smiled as they watched Chen Yi eat breakfast, as if they were admiring a son who was still a child. They didn't ask many questions or make comments, they just accompanied him with warm gazes, giving him comfort and support.
On this quiet and warm morning, Chen Yi felt the warmth and safety of his family. Although he had just woken up from a terrifying dream, with indescribable fear and unease still in his heart, these negative emotions gradually dissipated in the care and concern of his parents. He found comfort in this simple family breakfast and gradually regained his calmness.
Chen Yi lowered his head and gazed at the sandwich in his hand, this simple breakfast seemed particularly precious to him. It was just ordinary food, but to him, it was the taste of home, a symbol of safety and peace. Just as he was about to lift his head and look again at his warm parents, a sudden change occurred.
The harmonious and warm family environment was instantly replaced by a shocking blaze. The figures of his parents suddenly disappeared, replaced by the fierce flames burning all around. The flames raged through the living room like wild beasts, and the heat wave hit, making Chen Yi feel suffocated and desperate.
Chen Yi stood up in horror, everything in front of him was beyond his understanding. He stared in shock at the burning flames around him, feeling like he was about to be engulfed by the merciless fire. His mind was filled with confusion and panic: "What is going on? Is all of this real or another nightmare?"
His eyes widened as he faced the sudden sea of fire and terrifying scene, feeling like his heart was about to leap out of his chest. Everything in the living room quickly became distorted and unrecognizable in the raging flames. The tongues of fire seemed to come alive, like the arms of a demon, spreading and crackling, full of destructiveness and terror. The high temperature made the air unbearably scorching, and the suffocating heat seemed to be consuming Chen Yi whole.
In his sight, the burly man in a suit wearing a Prajñā mask stood in the raging flames, looking extremely terrifying. He held his parents in his hands, their bodies lifeless and motionless, like puppets being controlled. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, their faces pale, as if all their life force had been drained away.
The Prajñā mask on the burly man's face looked even more sinister and terrifying in the light of the flames, with every detail endowed with a demonic vitality by the fire. His eyes, visible through the mask's eye holes, were cold and full of murderous intent, like a merciless demon from hell, launching a relentless hunt against Chen Yi.
At this moment, Chen Yi felt an overwhelming sense of fear and despair. His throat emitted a hoarse cry, but the sound was almost drowned out by the roar of the flames. His legs went weak, and he felt powerless, but he knew he had to escape, or else he would be consumed by the flames and the terrifying man in the suit.
Chen Yi frantically searched for an escape route in the sea of fire, every step filled with despair and panic. The raging flames seemed like an invisible cage, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't seem to find a way out. Whenever he saw a glimmer of hope, a seemingly escapable path, the intense flames would immediately surge, ruthlessly blocking that route. The fire danced before his eyes, as if the devil was mocking his helplessness and despair.
As he frantically searched for any possible means of escape, a suited man suddenly appeared in front of him. His movements were as fast as lightning, leaving Chen Yi no time to react. The man's arm shot out, his iron-like hand gripping Chen Yi's neck and lifting him off the ground. Chen Yi struggled to breathe as his feet left the ground, but it seemed as if the air had been completely cut off at that moment.
The man in the suit wore a Prajñā mask, his face expressionless, but his eyes conveyed a cold, mocking demeanor. His deep, sarcastic voice cut through the chaos of the raging fire, "Insect! Something that should be squashed, no need to struggle anymore!" His words were filled with contempt and cruelty, as if he were relishing Chen Yi's helplessness and despair.
Chen Yi struggled in the grip of the big man, his face gradually turning purple due to lack of oxygen, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness. He weakly struggled, trying to break free from this death grip, but the big man's strength was so great that he almost felt despair. The surrounding firelight distorted and terrified their figures, as if it were a scene from hell. Chen Yi felt his consciousness gradually fading in this terrifying scene, as if his life were about to vanish in the merciless flames and cruel hands.
Chen Yi weakly scratched and struggled, trying to push away the cold and firm hand, but the strength of the big man in the suit was unbreakable like iron clamps. His feet dangled, unable to find any leverage, and he was like a puppet suspended in the air, powerless against this force from the darkness.
At that moment, Chen Yi felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness and despair. His vision began to blur, and breathing became increasingly difficult. He felt his consciousness gradually fading, and life slipping away from his fingertips like grains of sand. The surrounding flames, the mocking laughter, and the cold, merciless eyes of the man in the suit all became blurry and distant before him.
Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard a low whisper from the man in the suit, filled with mockery and disdain: "Weak little worm!" This sentence was like a sharp knife, piercing Chen Yi's soul. The voice echoed in his mind, becoming increasingly distant and blurry as his consciousness faded.
The cold and cruel laughter was the last sound in Chen Yi's consciousness. As this sound gradually faded, Chen Yi felt himself being engulfed by deep darkness. In this darkness and despair, he felt like a helpless insect, toyed with by a merciless fate. His body and soul felt extreme pain and despair, and then everything fell silent.
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