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When the woman turned around to leave, Chen Yi felt a strong desire for knowledge welling up in his heart. His voice trembled, and finally summoning up the courage, he called out to the woman, "Um, that..." His words carried a hint of hesitation and unease.
The woman stopped in her tracks, turned around, and furrowed her brows slightly, showing a hint of impatience on her face. She looked at Chen Yi, her tone revealing a hint of questioning, "What's wrong?" Her gaze was direct and firm, as if waiting for Chen Yi's question.
Chen Yi felt a little nervous, worried that his issues might annoy the mysterious woman. However, the inner confusion and desire for answers eventually overwhelmed his hesitation. He swallowed hard and cautiously asked his doubts: "Where is this place? How did I get here? And who are you?"
Upon hearing these questions, the woman's brow furrowed even more. She looked at Chen Yi with a hint of helplessness in her tone: "This is the third floor of the 'Nightfall Wanderer' bar." Her voice sounded somewhat cold, but still maintained a certain patience. "You ran into my dad when you rushed out of an alley. He saw that you were seriously injured and didn't have anything with you, so he brought you back."
Chen Yi was taken aback by these explanations. He found it hard to believe that he was on the third floor of a bar, and that it was this woman's father who had saved him. It all seemed too unbelievable for him, but it did explain why he had woken up in this unfamiliar room.
The woman looked at Chen Yi with a shocked and bewildered expression, seeming to understand his feelings. She sighed gently, a hint of sympathy flashing in her eyes. "You should rest first, and we can talk when you're feeling better," she said before leaving the room, leaving Chen Yi alone on the bed, filled with countless questions and thoughts. He knew he needed time to process it all, to understand his surroundings, and the fragments of what seemed like a nightmare in his memory.
Chen Yi lay on the bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling, his thoughts as deep and vast as the boundless ocean. He tried to trace his memories of escaping from the fire at home, those fragments of memory scattered in his mind like pieces of a puzzle.
He remembered being relentlessly pursued by a big man in a suit wearing a Prajñā mask, running through the dark alley in despair and fear, filled with a desire to survive. At the end of that alley, a key image emerged in his memory - the moment he collided with the middle-aged man. It was an accidental encounter that miraculously changed his destiny.
Chen Yi kept replaying that moment in his mind, feeling curious about the identity and motives of the middle-aged man, but more than anything, he felt a deep sense of gratitude. If it weren't for the timely appearance and rescue of that man, he might have already been caught by the ruthless pursuer. The middle-aged man undoubtedly became the key figure in his escape from the shadow of death.
Chen Yi was filled with gratitude for this unnamed hero. He knew that if given the chance, he would personally express his thanks to this lifesaving benefactor. At the same time, he realized that he needed more information to piece together the truth of the whole matter. His mind was filled with countless questions: Why did the big man in a suit want to chase him? Why did his home suddenly catch fire? What kind of secrets were hidden behind everything?
These questions are like unsolved mysteries, surrounding Chen Yi's mind. He knows that only when his body recovers can he begin to seek these answers. For now, all he can do is rest well in this unfamiliar place, wait for his body to recover, and prepare to face the future challenges and explorations.
As his thoughts immersed and his body tired, Chen Yi gradually felt an irresistible drowsiness. After experiencing so much trauma and terror, his body urgently needed rest and recovery. Although his mind was still filled with doubts and unease, he knew that the most important thing now was to allow his body to rest fully.
Chen Yi's eyelids gradually grew heavy, and he struggled to stay awake, but ultimately could not resist the needs of his body. His consciousness gradually blurred, and he finally fell into a deep sleep. During this time, his body was able to relax and undergo necessary self-repair, and his mind temporarily escaped from the worries and confusion that had been plaguing him.
When Chen Yi woke up again, he found that the room had fallen into complete darkness. Night had descended, and the sky outside the window no longer held the daylight's radiance, only a deep night sky remained. The room was pitch black, and he couldn't even see his own hand. This darkness made Chen Yi feel a bit uneasy, but he also realized that it was a normal phenomenon of the night.
He tried to find some familiar objects in the darkness, hoping to confirm his position. He carefully reached out, feeling around the environment, sensing the bedside table and the items on top of it. His movements were extremely cautious, afraid of breaking the silence of the night.
Chen Yi tried to adjust his vision, hoping to see some outlines or shapes in the darkness, but he quickly realized that he needed some time to adapt to this kind of darkness. Then he carefully moved himself to the bedside, trying to sit up slightly. He still felt fatigue and pain all over his body, but compared to before, there seemed to be some improvement. His body was no longer as weak as before, but began to show signs of recovery. This gave him a glimmer of hope and comfort, making him believe that he was slowly recovering.
At that moment, Chen Yi heard the music coming from deep below. It was a deep bass sound with a strong rhythm, as if it carried a mysterious and captivating magic. The music's vibrations penetrated the wooden partitions of the room, causing the entire space to seem to tremble slightly with the rhythm of the music.
Chen Yi quietly listened to the music, feeling the vibrations it brought. This sensation was both novel and comforting, gradually relaxing his mood. The hidden power within the music seemed to resonate with the weariness of his soul to some extent, giving him a wonderful sense of tranquility.
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