The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 565 Amnesia Boy
The boy slowly woke up and found himself lying upside down in a cold, smooth container. In front of him was a deep red liquid with a slightly sweet and fishy smell.

The head felt as if it was being stabbed by countless tiny chisels. The pain made my consciousness unstable and my vision blurred as if through thick fog, leaving only obscure shadows.

He tried to get up, but was horrified to find that he had no strength or even any feeling.

No, it's not that I'm powerless, but that there is simply no place to exert force.

Only then did he realize that the feeling in his hands and feet seemed to have disappeared from his body, leaving only an empty numbness spreading throughout his body.

This helplessness seems familiar.

I seem to have experienced this before, but at that time, there seemed to be many people taking care of him...

At this time, he was alone and could only struggle desperately using the strength of his waist.

But the sticky liquid and slippery surface around him made his efforts futile, and any movement caused him to slide back to his original position and fall into deeper despair.

"What's wrong with me?" The cold fear swirled in his heart, madly squeezing his sanity.

So he kept flapping and struggling, more and more violently, but it was all in vain. Liquid splashed out and the smooth surface made a harsh sound.

At this moment, there was a "bang" sound, as if a door was roughly pushed open.

Then, anxious footsteps approached from afar, and a woman's voice sounded beside him: "If you wake up, call me, don't move! Look at yourself, you have bruises all over your body, what can I do!"

The voice was sincere and heartfelt, as if the person really cared about him.

But to the boy, this was too unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that it sent a chill down his spine.

The boy didn't dare to respond. He tried his best to hold his breath, letting his chest rise and fall rapidly, and lying face down quietly.

The other party seemed to know what he was thinking and sighed silently.

Then a pair of cold hands reached under his armpits and lifted him up surprisingly easily, supporting him against the wall with his hands.

At this time, the boy finally saw something other than the red liquid.

All I saw in front of me was a plump middle-aged woman with messy gray hair, a face full of wrinkles and mottled scars. Her face was ugly, but there was always a stiff smile on the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were filled with deep joy.

The boy looked around. The room seemed strange and weird.

The snow-white walls were mottled and splashed with dried dark red, and the smooth ground gleamed with wet reflections.

Where he was was a huge smooth groove, like a deep oval bowl.

The mirror embedded in the wall was blurry and dirty. Under the mirror was a strangely shaped basin covered with mottled stains, as if a creature was lurking in the shadows.

"What's wrong? Don't scare mommy, baby. What do you think?"

The woman asked in a low voice, with a soft light in her eyes.

"Look, your bleeding has stopped. Mommy will carry you out."

"Blood..." the young man murmured, and when he looked down, his heart sank.

The legs were severed from the middle of the thigh, and there was no trace of the right leg.

Where's the hand?

I saw that my arm was completely broken off.

The clothes on his body were completely soaked in blood, and he didn't know if there were other hidden injuries under the clothes.

What made him even more distressed, besides the fear of losing his limbs, was an indescribable sense of loss.

If I lose my arm, then - the hand on my arm, and the things on my hand, wouldn't that mean...

He seemed to have lost something extremely important. Although he couldn't remember what it was, his heart felt as if a piece had been chiseled away, leaving it empty and dull.

The sudden sadness came like a torrent, and the boy burst into tears, feeling so sad that he couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong, my dear?" The woman panicked and quickly took him into her arms, coaxing him softly, "It's okay, it's just broken limbs, right? They can grow back, don't be afraid."

"But, but, my things!" The young man leaned on her shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

The woman was silent for a moment, then she softened her tone and said, "What? It's okay. If you run out of things, I'll buy you another one. I can give you whatever you want."

"Mom?" the boy murmured.

The woman helped him up, looked at his face and said with a smile: "Yes, it's mom, don't you recognize her?"

The boy looked at the woman's face, still finding it unfamiliar, and slowly shook his head.

The smile on the woman's face faded, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "It's okay, mom will take good care of you."

This sadness stirred up waves in the boy's heart. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but some consciousness prevented him from saying words of comfort, so he could only remain silent. Then, the woman held the boy in her arms.

The boy had no limbs and was thin, so he could be lifted up with just a slight hug.

After walking out of this strange room, I entered another dim room and was gently placed on a bed that smelled of decay.

The smell of dust was pungent, causing the boy to sneeze a few times and feel itchy all over.

The woman also took out a strange set of clothes with a yellow duck pattern on it and gave it to him to change into, replacing the sticky, bloody clothes.

The dry clothes finally made the boy feel comfortable.

The woman said again: "You take a rest first, mom will go out to buy you some medicine."

The door closed and the tired boy fell into a deep sleep.

……

When the boy woke up again, he was surrounded by thick darkness.

He could feel that he was still lying in that room. The bed beneath him was soft and unfamiliar, and the touch was completely different from the bed in his memory.

But how did he know what kind of bed he had slept on before?
The thought made his heart tighten.

The room was too dark and the vision was blocked by darkness.

However, he clearly felt an inexplicable gaze fixed on him, a feeling that made his scalp tingle.

At the same time, due to physical weakness, despair spread like a tide.

It moved slowly, making slight sounds.

And the source of the gaze actually moved slightly, as if following him.

The boy's heart suddenly turned cold.

A strange yet familiar air flow surged out of his body. Although he didn't know what it was, he instinctively directed it to his eyes.

The vision gradually became clear.

Although it was still blurry, he could see that at the end of the bed, a slightly plump figure was sitting quietly like a sculpture, facing him.

The face was hidden in the shadows, and the dark eyes fell on me motionlessly...

"Ahhhh!"

The suppressed fear in the boy's heart finally broke through his throat and turned into a scream.

The figure was startled and immediately moved in a panic. An anxious voice sounded in the darkness: "My dear, my dear, what's wrong with you?"

The soft and cold embrace wrapped around him, trying to soothe his violent trembling.

"My dear, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother."

"Mom...Mom, why are you doing this? It's so scary..."

Hearing him shout the word "Mom", a trace of joy flashed across the woman's face, and then she said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mom is just too happy and wants to see you, but I'm afraid of waking you up, so I can only sit like this. I didn't expect to scare my baby."

The boy's mood finally calmed down a little.

Then the woman said, "Mom bought the medicine. Why don't you take it first? Only by taking it can you get better quickly."

The boy nodded.

He was carried out of the dark room by the woman and sat on a chair.

The dim light from outside the window fell into the house, barely illuminating it a little.

He looked around. The space was still uncomfortably unfamiliar, filled with many unrecognizable objects, but he could barely make out that the room seemed to be a kitchen.

The woman took out a ceramic bowl from a large box standing by the wall with a smile and carefully placed it in front of him.

The air was suddenly filled with a nauseating stench.

The boy looked down and saw a dark red, moist lump of meat in the bowl.

He felt sick and his stomach was churning.

The woman seemed not to notice his reaction. She held a piece of meat, smiled and put it close to his mouth. Her voice was still gentle and patient:

"Come on, open your mouth."