Marvel Road to Survival

Chapter 151 No time...

The heavy eyelids were raised, and in the dark space, it seemed that I had lost my feet, and I didn't know where I was up, down, left, and right.

In the silent darkness, a few rustling sounds came out, like the sound of skin rubbing against fabric.

Qiao Qi stretched out his hands randomly and touched the water glass he placed on the bedside.

"No time left"

A soft sigh accompanied by a whisper-like volume seemed to be beside the pillow, but also seemed to be on the opposite side.

He couldn't see in the darkness, but his subconscious reaction made him listen carefully, raise his head slightly, and open his eyes wide.

Next, Jozy saw something in the darkness

This is not reflected light information collected through the retina of the eye and then transmitted to the brain by the optic nerve.

This is the information that intuitively appears in the brain as he sees it.

It was a pale face with a thin face, cold eyes and red eye circles. The expressionless face showed extreme exhaustion.

I can't describe the feeling, I just feel that the temperature in the room is horribly low. But Jozy was sure that he was awake, it felt too real, and he sat up straight.

Looks familiar

I've been having nightmares lately, and I can't remember anything when I wake up.

Suddenly, Qiao Qi seemed to remember something. His scalp felt numb and he jumped up from the folding bed.

I remembered that this was the person in the dream

The next second, Qiao Qi realized something was wrong. Wasn't this face his own? Although it was a little different and had a very different temperament, how could he admit that his face was wrong?

This sculpture-like face moves its lips:

"No time left"

"What's the matter? No time?" Qiao Qi asked boldly. He has been an atheist since he was a child, but he can calm down quickly when encountering this kind of situation.

The face in the darkness moved forward and came close to Qiao Qi. For some reason, this terrifying and strange scene did not frighten Qiao Qi, but instead made him examine the person opposite him carefully.

Just as he was wondering why the other person only had one face, his body appeared next, a thin man's torso, young, but lacking in health and vitality.

He was naked, and there was a large transparent hole on his left chest, which was dark and seemed to lead to hell. The entrance to the hole was made of turned-up granules, squirming slightly, trying to block the hole, but those tentacle-like granules soon followed. Swallowed by the hole, it disappeared.

A smile appeared on the pale face:

"You finally woke up and showed up in your conscious mind. The price was very high."

"He and his body are asleep, so I can steal some power."

"The situation is very dangerous and there is no time."

His voice seemed to be disturbed by some kind of interference, becoming increasingly unclear. Qiao Qi fell into a strange state at the moment, and his face became expressionless, but there was a fire in his eyes, and the fire revealed unwillingness and determination.

"Aren't you still willing to see yourself clearly?" The pale face closed his eyes, shook his head and sighed:

"Give me a chance, give yourself a chance"

"Forgive yourself to free yourself."

"The way home is not here"

"Come back, mine"

He covered his chest, his face became painful, and countless flesh buds were like worms piercing the skin, twisting, struggling, and roaring. His form instantly became terrifying and abnormal.

"My home is right here"

Qiao Qi replied coldly, ignoring the tortured guy who was twisted into a puddle of flesh and blood, got out of bed and turned on the light.

The horrible person disappeared, the piercing howl disappeared, and the temperature in the room returned to normal. The determined fire in Qiao Qi's eyes retreated, and then he rolled his eyes, fell down, knocked over the wooden easel, and hit his forehead on the wooden floor with a loud sound.

The second floor of Yiwen Gallery is a room separated by gypsum boards. The sound insulation is not very good. Wen Qing was awakened from his sleep.

"Don't you get sick again?" Wen Qing frowned and grimaced, her hair was disheveled. She immediately came to the small dormitory that was converted from the common room to confirm the situation.

"I said I was sleepwalking, do you believe it?" Qiao Qi hit a big bump on his forehead and was carefully spraying Yunnan Baiyao.

"I just said you should stay in the hospital for a few more days. How can you be so hypoglycemic that you fall down and sleepwalk." Boss Wen stretched his neck and yawned. Only then did Qiao Qi notice that she was wearing a silk sleeping bag. Skirt, very simple nightgown.

"I'm fine." Qiao Qi didn't dare to look directly at Wen Qing. Her skin was as white as snow under the light, and her silk nightgown was tucked in at the waist, showing off her figure curves.

"I kind of regret hiring you." The woman sighed. She felt that she had taken on undue responsibilities and was worried about the health of her employees.

"No, you won't regret it. I'm super value for money. I report to auntie every day about that situation." Qiao Qi thought of her overtime work in the past two days and wanted to take credit for it.

"Show me." Wen Qing reached out for the phone.

I quickly scanned the WeChat chat history and was very satisfied with Qiao Qi's performance. The young man advanced and retreated in a moderate manner. His report on the relationship between the two was neither overdone nor exaggerated. He also discussed with Aunt Xia many common problems encountered by middle-aged and elderly friends. The problem.

"That overtime job," Qiao Qi reminded carefully.

"Three times overtime pay, paid together with salary." Boss Wen waved his hand, very generous.

"Can I advance part of my salary?" Qiao Qi pushed further.

"Yes, yes, you can give me an account for how much you want." Wen Qing did not ask why.

"Thank you, boss." Qiao Qi was a little embarrassed: "The main thing is that I haven't been working since I graduated."

But he really couldn't let go of the blame. A visit to his boss's house turned his balance into three digits. Before he was discharged from the hospital, the doctor recommended some health products to him. Qiao Qi bought them all in a flash, and ended up falling into a financial crisis.

After confirming again that Qiao Qi was okay, Wen Qing left. Looking at the time, it was already early morning. Qiao Qi lost his sleepiness, adjusted the easel, took out a piece of cardboard, and after a moment of meditation, he began to write quickly. Soon, the pale and thin face appeared on the paper, and the bloodshot eyes showed a trace of excitement. Evil spirit.

Qiao Qi thought about it and couldn't remember what happened before. He thought it was a dream. He could only remember a voice that kept telling him: time is running out.

Painted with carbon strips, an abstract torso appears on the paper. The large broken hole in the chest is covered with stubble. The strong contrast between light and dark makes this gap extremely hideous.

"I don't think it's depression." Qiao Qi shook his head and put aside the unrealistic speculation. He believed that he was very healthy physically and mentally and was a qualified successor to socialism.

But the unconscious use of carbon strips to draw a torso part of the body that was not in his memory still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's still free. Work will officially start tomorrow and the workload will be increased."

Qiao Qi secretly made up his mind. The upcoming art exhibition put a lot of pressure on the entire studio. He decided to use work to distract himself, increase the burden on himself, and try not to think so much.

At dawn the next day, Qiao Qi saw Wen Qing standing on the balcony full of green potted plants, wearing pajamas and stretching his muscles in the cold late autumn wind.