Chapter 1181 I’m still alive

Boundless darkness enveloped the entire world, and in the shadow trap, one could not see anything, could not see anything, and there was no sound.

After indulging in this state for a long time, Malashenko, who was still thinking normally, finally determined that he was still alive, and at least he could still think. He should not be a cold corpse.

Malashenko, who couldn't see anything or hear any sound, didn't know what kind of state he was in now. Out of human beings' most instinctive fear of boundless darkness, Malashenko felt a little uneasy in his heart and finally tried to speak out.

"Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"

This first sentence came out of his mouth, and Malashenko habitually used Chinese. But as soon as the words came out, I realized that I seemed a bit outrageous, and then I added the second sentence.

"Who can hear me? Is anyone here?"

One sentence in Chinese, one in Russian, and two voices were spoken one after another, but what awaited Malashenko was still boundless distress and darkness.

"Damn it, what the hell is this place? Is it possible that the time traveler can only stay in this kind of place where there are no people or ghosts after death? Where on earth is this! The gap between the two timelines is still parallel The abyss of the universe?"

Human beings are naturally gregarious animals. Once they discover that all familiar companions around them have disappeared and all their kind are no longer in this world, uncontrollable panic will quickly grow and spread from the bottom of their hearts like fertilizing weeds.

Even a strong-willed Soviet hero like Malashenko is still no exception as long as he is a normal person.

"Damn you! You tortured me while I was alive, and threw me into this hellish place where bombs are flying! If you don't let me go after death, am I going to stay in this invisible and intangible place forever? Let me How about I just die?"

From a slight panic at the beginning, to hysteria a few minutes later.

The terrible situation that he had never encountered made Malashenko panic. How terrible and uncomfortable it would be to stay awake in such a ghost place that he had never even dreamed of. Chilling stuff?

In terms of torture alone, the horror of this unknown and dark world can literally lead to a life sentence of tens of thousands of people. At least you can see living people in prison, and maybe there will be a few muscular inmates who are interested in philosophy and can discuss it with you, which is far better than this kind of ghost place that you can't even imagine. too much.

Just when Malashenko, who had been shouting for a long time but still got nothing and was exhausted from shouting, wanted to calm down and have a rest before thinking about the next strategy, a familiar voice that seemed familiar came from the unknown darkness at this moment. Floating leisurely from the corner.

"I thought you wouldn't feel afraid. It seems that even after such a cruel experience, humans still can't suppress their instincts.

His call finally received a response, and he was still able to understand and communicate in human language. This is the greatest compliment to Malashenko at the moment!

As for what the mother-like, taunting voice was saying, it didn't seem to be that important at the moment.

"You are not dead yet, but there is no guarantee that you will not be in the future. Death is the final destination of all human beings."

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"Uncle Wori, what on earth are you talking about, this idiot who can't see you? He's not a fool who ran out of a mental hospital after the wall collapsed."

Malashenko, who was complaining in his heart, still felt that this was an opportunity presented to him. No matter how outrageous it was, it could not be wasted. After thinking for a while, he blurted out in the general direction of the sound.

"Who are you? Why am I here? Where is here? You said I'm not dead, so what state am I in now? It's best not to tell me that I'm out of body!"

There was not even a resounding echo in the boundless dark space, and everything was completely swallowed up. Comrade Lao Ma, who felt increasingly unsure of his heart, panicked again, thinking to himself that this stupid freak was here to chat casually. Run away after just two sentences?

Just when Malashenko was trembling and muttering in his heart, the sound without warning suddenly came out again.

"I brought you here just to see how much you have changed. It seems that your mind has not been completely devoured by the war. You are still a normal person. People like you are not often seen."

"Damn it! Tiezi, can't you say a few human words? I can't understand a damn word!"

Malashenko, who was wailing in his heart, resisted himself from interrupting his dog-like speech. He just waited quietly for the next words and his unpredictable destiny.

"Now, go back, continue your fight and return to the battlefield. Let me see what kind of path you will take next."

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Damn it, it’s gone now? What the hell! ?

"Hey! Hey! Don't go, you haven't answered my question yet, where am I!? Who are you? Hey! Hey -"

In the boundless darkness that faded away, there was no answer to Malashenko's voice anymore. There was only a momentary exchange between the shadows of illusion and reality that left no one with time to react.

"Ugh——"

"Hahuhuhu"

"Oh, my God! Wake up, Colonel Malashenko is awake! Doctor, go to Dr. Igor, Sharapova, go!"

Just in the blink of an eye, the bright world suddenly reappeared, which seemed a bit dazzling. As if he had had a nightmare, Malashenko sat on the bed with his upper body raised, gasping for air, and cold sweat on his forehead. It was as if a life that did not belong to this world was suddenly born into a strange environment.

"I am in the hospital now???"

After his violent breathing gradually calmed down, Malashenko, who was still in shock, finally had time to take a closer look at everything around him.

The pure white curtains are hung next to the window sill next to the bed, blown by the breeze, and are as smooth as blue waves. The birds outside the window are chirping on the branches, and they are fighting for the caterpillar that I don’t know who got it first, almost flapping their wings. .

The mixed smell of light disinfectant and elegant floral fragrance filled the room, filling every breathable air.

There were only a few furniture and some simple furnishings in the neat and clean room. Malashenko looked around the room and realized that he was sitting on a hospital bed, and this single large There was only one person and a hospital bed in the ward, and even the white blanket and hospital gown covering her body showed a brand-new image of being spotless.

Malashenko, who stared blankly at the palms of his raised hands, fell into a brief flash of memories. Everything that was completely out of touch was simply unbelievable.