第一百一十八章 (第3/5页)

napieceofwood，therewasabrokenwoodendesk，besidetheabovewithapieceofcloth.

    Clothlayinthemanyknives，forks，thatisincrediblysurgicalequipment...

    Iwenttothebestteachinghowtowiththeblackclinic，atthemomentofXiaoGanlikethosemiserablewoman，goandplayintheblackclinic...

    Hisbareupperbodylooksempty，hedrankthenightthiswomanjusttogivehimabowlofsoup，alsodon‘tknowwhat‘sinit(XiaoGanthedreammustbethecase，althoughatthistimeinthedream，butalloftheplotisveryclearandtrue，Irealizedanother，hasnotyetbeendiscoveredintherealworld，people‘ssubconscious，hasafancanenterthechannelinone‘sdream，thesubconsciouswithdreamsforthetwo-dimensionalspaceconsciousness，thedifferenceliesintheconsciousnessofenergyform)

    Atthistime，thewomanwasholdingasmallknife，theblade，likeacoarseneedle，coldlightisshiningundertheoillamp，thisknifetoXiaoGancheststabthepositionoftheheart.

    XiaoGanbodyviolentshaking，thoughislikelytobetheeffectofdrugs，helostconsciousnessatthistime，buttheknifestabbedinhisheartdeeply，bloodjustrandownthehandleatthetopofit.

    Ijustfoundoutthatatthismoment，thisknifeisvacuum，thehandleisatube，mayhadaholeinthebladeofa.

    Thewomanfromasmallpotofskilled，tookoutapieceofcottonstringofthing，sheputthecottondownthehandleofthelaps，XiaoGancardiacoutflowofbloodwillbesuckedthroughcotton.

    AnotherthreadinthejarandXiaoGanheartblood，continuouslyalongthethreadintothelittlejar，thewomanfromabowlwithaspoontodigoutapieceofoil，grease，tastefishysmell，sheputthethingsaroundtheXiaoGanchestwound.

    Shouldnolongerbleedingoutaroundtheknifehandle，onlyconstantlypouredoutthebloodthatthehandleofthetube，sheusedastickinthelamplighting，againwithawoodenstickintothethenXiaoGanrathersmallone.

    Juststickintotankswerelit...

    Afterthelittlejarislit，thejarissendingoutthelightsmell，andfishysmelldifferent，abitlikesmell，thetaste，oneselfinthedissectingroomsmelt，incrediblystillcansmellsmellthisXiaoGandreams!

    Normaldreamsistwo-dimensionalspace，usuallywithvisual，hearingandtouch，butoftenthereisnosmellandtaste.

    AndrightnowIaminthedreamofXiaoGanshouldhavethesenseofsmell，IrealizedthatXiaoGanthisdreamsomewrong(I‘vebeentrappedinthedreamofyourselfandothers，forsomeunexpectedandstrangethingsisnostranger).

    Now，XiaoGanlikeahumanoidcandles，bloodflowtotheinsideoftheheartintothepot，andthecanswerestillburning，throughtaste，IanalysisthejaristorefineXiaoGanbyburningthebloodoftheheart，this“spirit“andsaidthewomanbeforeheartshouldhaveacloserelationship.

    IamonehundredpercentsurethatthebestteachingisTMisanevilspiritheretics，Iturnedtolookatthestory，fromnowon，whetherornottocontinuewithresidencyinhisownconsciousnessspace，thisalsoisworth，right，buthisabitforXiaoGanresisted.

    But，infact，outsidetheXiaoGandream，heisthebestteachingbackbone，wasabouttobringhimselftodieatthefrontorback.

    Storyseemedtofeelmymoodatthistime，heslowl