Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland

1621: On the Distant Other End

It seemed as if there was an unheard "boom" that suddenly exploded from the remote depths, filling Yu Yuan's mind with countless strange, long-lost, fluctuating, noise-like emotions once again. Even for Veda, there were unexpected moments.

After falling into the universe's crack, Yu Yuan never expected to land in a space filled with data packets. Using data packets as an analogy was quite apt, as this space was filled with memory information extracted from human beings; a person's memory information occupied a portion of space, clearly distinguished from each other, just like data packets, wasn't it?

After falling in, Lin Sanjiu, who had been following him, disappeared, and considering her younger brother's unhealthy dependence on her, Ji Shanqing had probably come in too. They should all be in the same space now, just separated from each other.

As Yu Yuan looked for the two of them, he also observed and analyzed these data packets—by the time he realized that he had accidentally triggered one of the data segments to run, Yu Yuan once again felt the tingling blood flow in his hands and feet, the thumping heart, and the tumultuous waves of emotions: nausea, shame, discomfort, anger, and unwillingness.

'It's been a while,' he thought, never expecting to experience emotions again.

He knew very well that these physical and emotional experiences were not his own. They belonged to someone else; judging from the glimpsed surroundings, the person he was now "possessing" was a woman—the exposed thighs from black riding shorts were smooth, slender, and muscular, sun-tanned to a thin wheat color; the small-sized female running shoes on her feet looked like they were once a high-quality expensive brand, although they were now dirty and misshaped, having endured long wear and tear.

As Veda, the world was absolutely silent. This was not because he couldn't hear, but because the Veda, lacking human emotions, no longer produced random, chaotic thoughts; it felt like he had fallen from a deep mountain forest to a city street, so noisy that he couldn't even hear his own thoughts.

So human emotions and miscellaneous thoughts were this clear and strong, confusing, and chaotic... Yu Yuan felt like a small boat constantly battered by huge waves; he really didn't know how the person experiencing these emotions could still maintain their mental stability.

As the woman lowered her head, Yu Yuan's consciousness receded instantly, just like the experience of dreaming many years ago—he no longer existed, completely immersed in the dream, becoming someone else.

Xie Feng had a short stick.

It was actually a stainless steel chair leg dismantled from a dining chair, heavy and handy. When swung, it danced with the wind.

If only she had it in her hand right now.

She just had to lift her arm, extend the stick, then run down the aisle, and every face sitting in the train seats—the chin stacked with layers of fat, the face with black-framed glasses, the face with large pores and stubble, the face whose eyes kept darting towards her—every greasy, smug face would be smashed deep into the facial bones by her.

Even the dynamics of the stick bouncing off one face and swinging to the next, she seemed to see clearly.

Only, she didn't have that stick in her backpack. In fact, in all the fights she had been in, she had never swung a stick at someone's face; its bouncing appearance only existed in her imagination.

"Wow, did you see that?"

After Xie Feng found seat 17A by the window and sat down, she heard a few whispers coming from the area she had just walked past. "Wearing pants so tight, the shape of her thighs is clear as day..."