When you became blind, one day you recovered your sight, and a voice in your mind said, “Don’t tell them you can see.” ” 1. You’re surprised by the sound in your head, but you’re not thinking about it, just as if it was a ecstasy. And when the sun shines through the windows, and you gruesomely lick the wall’s faded posters with your eyes, the neatly arranged books on the bookboard, and a flower in the bedside cabinet, you find everything so lovely to you, and you wish to put them all in your eyes. After a while, your joy was broken by a bell, and the alarm clock on the table reminded you that it was at 6 p.m. and that it would be dark. You’re going to walk down the stairs, look at the perfect sunset, look at the regular pedestrians on the streets. And while you were going out, you looked at the corner of the wall, and you didn’t choose to carry it. But before the door was opened, your parents pushed in, and although you had strange parents who had left work earlier than usual, you did not say much, and you told them that you had recovered your sight, and they were happy, and even made you a great meal. You’re happy with this meal, and you’re even saying a lot to your parents about being shy. They’re just listening, noding, talking. Maybe it’s because you’re happy and you smile at night when you sleep. As if it had been long and as if it had been a moment, you opened your eyes again, with a gentle orange light, and you were sitting in a chair at the desk. There was a noise in your head, “Don’t tell them you can see.” “You looked at the alarm clock, and at this point, it was the afternoon. This is your first death. This time you heard the sound with clear knowledge, and you stunned for a moment and asked: “Who are you?” #No response. You cleaned the room, and you had a weird feeling. The poster on the wall, for example, was the moment that Kirby threw the basket, when you remembered that Kirby was holding the ball with his hands on one hand, and the book on the table, for example, was opened, and it was full of vague handwriting, and there were large blanks and miswords. The alarm clock on the table rings when you feel wrong. The bell echoes in an empty room, and the windows are closed, but you feel completely cool. As if there was an invisible wind coming in through the window. Time’s up again. You didn’t choose to go out this time, until you calmed down a little bit. Strangely, your parents didn’t come back this time. You’re starting to wonder if you’re being paranoid, maybe it was just a dream before, so you’re going for a walk downstairs. But the moment I held the door, it was open. Your parents pushed the door, and you looked at it, and it happened, and you told them that your vision had recovered, and they had made a great meal, and in their warm eyes you were not happy, and you ate a meal in silence and did not know what to think. The confusion is entwined in your mind and your heart is broken. At night, you turn around and you don’t fall asleep, wait for the moon to roll, and in half a dream you hear the door open. You opened your eyes and saw a shadow coming against the light. When your throat hurts, then your suffocation pains, you struggle, you creep, and your consciousness gets dark. ..you opened your eyes, you breathed, your hands covered your throat, your heart stung. The heart beats hard to tell you your mood is not calm. There was a noise in your head, “Don’t tell them you can see.” “You look at the alarm clock in a panic, and the time shown is still the afternoon.” It’s your second death. 3. The real pain brought you no longer to doubt the truth of the return of death and you began to think about some issues. First of all, who killed you? Father, mother or others? Second, why would anyone want to kill you? Again, what about the return of death and all sorts of weird things? Last but not least, what do you do? You can’t do anything about the first few questions. You have to start with the last one and think about how to deal with it. You first called that voice in your head, and when you found it unsuccessful, you decided to follow his advice and continue pretending to be blind and to remain silent. It took you a few minutes to control your expression, to pick up the blind stick and get ready to leave before your parents came home. You’re going to walk slowly to the door, and you’re going to look out the cathole. In the living room there’s nothing but the sound of a second needle, boom, boom, banging on your heart. You hold your breath, and the silence makes your heart beat faster. Your eyes draw closer to the cathole, and you even consciously swallow saliva. From a tiny hole, you look at two faces, standing at the door like wood. It’s your parents. You keep quiet, and you find out that the man at the door suddenly moves and starts to smile weirdly. Then there was an eye on the cat hole, and it was like you were going through the door! You were scared and your heart stopped. For a moment, you don’t know where you got the courage to open the door! At the gate, your parents, standing there silent, as if they had not moved. And thou explorest the way with a cane, and thou pretendest not to see them. But behind the back you can’t see, they turn their heads in a rigid inch and stare straight at you. You touched the stairwell’s arm, you were relieved and thought you’d finally come downstairs. But for the next moment, you felt a powerful push coming from behind. You fell straight down the stairs, even before you could experience pain, black and unconscious. ..time, afternoon 5:45, you’re taking a breath to ease your fears, and this time you’re not staying and deciding to go straight to the door. After you found that eye in the cathole again, you had something flashed in your heart and finally opened the door. …time, afternoon, if you open your eyes with thought, what do you realize from two deaths in a row? You look through the window and look into the dark. “Don’t tell them you can see. The sound was loud again. This is your third and fourth death. 4. The fact that your parents would prevent you from going out of the house and have nothing to do with time has been proved in successive deaths. You even started to wonder if they were your parents. As the bell rings, you start thinking more, but every thought of the past breaks your head. As if the body was resisting memories with pain. You can’t even remember how long you’ve been blind, for what reason. You can’t wait to think, but the thick cloud of doubt has inspired your peeping, and you swear to find out. Since the door couldn’t work, it had to find another way, such as a window. Your house is on the sixth floor, not too high for those tops, and with an open balcony on each floor, you can use ropes. It took only half an hour for you to wrinkle the fabric of the coverings, sheets, etc., into a long, solid rope, and fix it on the wall, and make a simple fast-down device. At the same time as in the past, your parents came home from work and started cooking. You yelled at them through the bedroom door, you’re not hungry today, you don’t have to eat at night. After hearing the affirmative answer, you take it down. On the desk, you crawled on the window, held the rope and moved in an inch. The light of sunset hits you, and you feel free more than fear in these ten metres. You seem to be better than you think. You’ve been down to the fifth floor a few minutes ago. Next, you just jump into the balcony on the fifth floor and you can open the door from inside and go downstairs. The fifth floor is a little sister on a night shift, working from 6 p.m. to 2 a.m. You’ve spoken to her many times in the morning, knowing that she will not be home at this time, so you’ll never be found and you’ll be safe. You keep your breath under control and prepare for the final drop. But the next moment, under your sight, in the light of the eye angle, an arm stretches out of the balcony and grabs the rope. You felt a violent shake, and in the moment of falling, you saw a face without anger. Bang– With a heavy object going down, your last sight is covered in blood and in darkness. “Don’t tell them you can see. * And with that sound again, your fist was hammered on the desk. * “Fuck! This is your fifth death. 5. Perhaps it has already begun to become accustomed to death. Your anger did not last long, and you calmed down quickly. This death told you that the escape route from the window was not working. Of course, you’ll think more, like why the little sister on the fifth floor was at home, and you’ve been thinking about your parents standing at the door before you left work, and maybe they never really left. You can’t stand to lie on your back and look at that yellow poster. I don’t know if it’s a delusion, but you think the people inside seem to have moved. This death makes you very cautious. You didn’t walk out of the bedroom until 6:30, after your parents came back, you turned on the radio, as usual, and listened to an hour of symphony and two hours of sound novels, and finally listened to the Internet class and slept. It was a quiet night. You woke up early. When you were dressed, the door was opened, and your mother came in with a carnation in her hand and came to your bed in silence, pulling out the wrinkled flowers from the vase and changing them with fresh twigs. You did not look in her direction at any time. Again, throughout the process, her eyes never left you. She’s watching me? You think so, but she’s quiet. In the morning, your parents were at work and had breakfast, and they said goodbye. You sit at the table and say, “Go out and be safe.” When you heard the sound of a closed door behind your back, you dropped your chopsticks and ready to go back to your bedroom, but the moment you turned around, your cold sweat wet your back. They stood in front of you like two stones. You’re afraid to make a sound, hold on to the blind cane, and the sweat of your hand sticks in your hand like a fish. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? Electro-Febbles, you’re on the move. In the end, as usual, you went back to the bedroom to get the keys, and you were going downstairs to find old man Chen and listen. It’s one of your routines. There’s a basketball court in the neighborhood, but few people play basketball, so it’s a place where the old man plays chess, tungs, tans, and you obviously like it more than you do at home, because there are people here who are angry. It’s easy for you to leave the door. Your parents didn’t stop you, but they let you go. They follow you, like two shadows, without sound. The more you go down, the colder you get. There are men standing in front of every door on every floor of the old and dark building, standing in the shadows, staring at you with the eyes of the godless. It’s like you’re in a bat’s cave, and every floor below you is near hell. There are countless shadows behind you, but there is no light. 6. At 9 a.m., you and Mr. Chen sat on the bench next to the basketball court, and the radio at hand gave the sound of sand rubbing sand. Guo De Gyeong’s voice began to sound intermittently. You and Mr. Chen are still having a little chat, and occasionally they laugh. There is a thick cloud in the sky that holds up the sun and throws down a shadow. It is an ordinary morning, sun and twilight, a autumn wind, and a voice around it, and you will not be lonely. It’s just that your inflexible radians reveal not so much to you that, in your eyes, both your parents and your fellow residents stand still under the shade, and the old man sits on the Maza, talking and snarling, and from time to time looks at you, the first autumn is not so cold, even with the heat of the cool summer, but you infiltrate the cold sweat behind you. You can’t stand the look, you lean on the back of the chair, your head rises slightly, you look at the clouds. Maybe only the change of the clouds will relax you. You relax and think about the next step. Although somewhat incomprehensible, for the time being, as long as you are not seen, you are safe. Time has moved a little, and the first stinging light has been projected from the clouds on your face, and you have been forced to cover your eyes with your hands. At this moment, the crowd’s voice stops. Countless faces turn to you at the same time. In the strange silence, only on the radio is the sand. Your heart started to increase, as if there was a fear of silence, and you rushed to say goodbye to Mr. Chen and left. You didn’t come down until the moment you closed the door. And then you spent the rest of your day and you didn’t dare do anything until you were asleep. You think the day is over and you’re so tired that you sleep. What did you hear in the morning? And you wear your clothes in the darkness with skill. It’s like there’s a bad smell in the air. It’s making you snap. You can’t help but sneeze, and with that sneeze there’s a big bang. Bang! “In the darkness, you see a flash of fire before you, followed by a whirlwinding wave, a loud sound, and you are pushed by it, and you smash the glass, and you fly out of the window. And finally, you see the flames of the nocturnal night. Like the devil. You opened your eyes in the afternoon. “Don’t tell them you can see. “The sound is the same. It’s your sixth death. 7. You seem to be a little tired of waking up this time. You’ve been silent for a long time in the light of the dusk, and this exploration, although not satisfactory, has largely served your purpose. This is the longest round you’ve ever lived, the first time you’ve walked out of the unit building, arrived at the basketball court, confirmed the weird behavior of everyone in the whole neighborhood, including your parents, and you lived for two days for the first time and got more details, of course, most importantly you finally believed that voice. “Don’t tell them you can see. Indeed, there is no danger as long as they are not seen. Next, as long as this continues, you will certainly be able to get a little closer to the truth, and what you need to do before that is to gather information. So you need to live longer and go further. Take note of every useful information and link it. If the truth is a puzzle, the message is countless pieces. You’re just an ordinary man, without Holmes’ intelligence and reasoning, and all you can do is with your own care and patience, and with huge information. You’re starting to look at more of the usual missing details, and you’re even going over the room again. Although you did not find anything new, you did find something strange, such as a poster on the wall, a poster that you have noticed several times, and a new change. What are they doing in the stand behind Kirby, where the shadows that were originally sitting on their faces are all over their faces, they are blindfolded? There are also books on the desk, all of which have been distorted into strange tamarinds, and the amount of space in them is increasing, often with dozens of empty pages. You’re going to write this down quietly, and you’re going to do it again next time. After four more deaths in the afternoon, you arrived at the eleventh round, and just opened your eyes, you were paralyzed. The whole man is as white as paper, and he’s sweaty on his forehead, and you bite your teeth off and you get through it. In several rounds, you find yourself in a poor state of mind, and at first you’re just a little tired, and then the next two times you’re in pain, like a bamboo pricking your nerves in the flesh. You’re even beginning to wonder if death can go on indefinitely. Of course, four rounds bring you much more information than before, the shortest of which is three days and the longest is one week. With the exception of one place, your area of activity has been extended to the entire district, to 12 buildings and two gardens, and, although you have tried to leave the district, no effort has been made to succeed. The wall and the locked iron doors around you have been cut off from you and the outside world. You had to lock your eyes back. It was a place where no steps had been made, a place where the body was afraid of being near and even unconscious. You know, if there was an answer, it could be there. 8. The area you are speaking is located north of building 7, a small villa on the north-east corner of the subsector. The building, which was a sales centre, was converted into a church by religious figures in the district, leaving only a few rooms to house the property. You don’t remember the villa very much, except that the walls were crawling with tigers, and the sand and sand were ringing in the wind and cold. And this night you did not fall asleep, and in the morning you felt the wind blowing down to your room from the depths of the villa, and the neck was cold, and you couldn’t keep your covers tight. The warmth of the nest gives you some sense of security, and you start to close your eyes and sort out the information. The first is that the posters are really changing, that there are only a few people left in the audience, that basketball is disappearing on the posters, that there are more and more blanks in the next book, that there is no word in half the book, and that the color of the block walls is changing as you go out a few times, that the blue and yellow walls are fading, as if the world is disappearing. The next morning, you went down with a cane and walked through the stairs many times, but you were still chilling to see those eyes. The villa needs to pass through a small garden, through a stone road, and it takes two minutes to finish, but you’ve been here 15 minutes. This hesitation stems from its own resistance, and the voices behind it. Before, you used to be followed by someone behind you like a shadow. But now every time you step down, you have the same footsteps, and dozens of steps sound like one, and it’s still light at the beginning, but as you move forward, the voices grow, and you can even hear the distance between them and you. More loud than the footsteps of your heart, your breath is disturbed. You didn’t look back and you decided to gamble. You run away, even this death is worth it. At the end of the gravel road is a flat bridge, and there’s a shallow pond down there, and you can run into the villa as long as you cross the stone bridge. The shape of the villa has become clearer in your eyes, with a thick climber crawling with old walls, dark red blades covered, with only a few narrow windows, open doors, and a shadow, like a cave that swallows light. You’re running, and the footsteps behind you are getting closer. You’re tight, one jump, you’re on a rock bridge, and your feet stop. You’re standing on a rock bridge and you’re looking back and you find the crowd standing like a tree. As if there was an invisible line that cut them off from the Stone Bridge. It’s a different place, they won’t come near, you win, you think, you’re relieved and you turn to the villa. But the next moment, you hear the faint water. A hand reached out under the bridge, held your ankle, and you fell down the pond. You’re struggling to get up, but it’s like there’s a force holding you down, you can’t keep you up, the water pours into your lungs in your respiratory tract, you’re filled with water, and then you feel suffocated again, and soon you lose your strength and give up. And the last thing you see through the water is a shaking sun and a face. Your mind is in darkness. “Don’t tell them you can see. * You’ve opened your eyes in fear, you’ve got a crumb in your temple and you’re breathing out loud, but you still can’t relieve this pain. And your body strangles like a sandy cord, and your throat pops out a few syllables. This is your eleventh death, and this pain is longer than you thought it would last, and you stood up with your swings when the bell rings. The sense of freedom from pain is still a little dull, but you can already think for a moment. The first thing you find is that the eyes are different, and it’s like there’s a mist in front of you, and it’s like looking at all this, and it’s okay in the vicinity, and it’s just a little bit more than seeing a simple contour and a blurry piece of color, and the world is like a giant abstraction in front of you. Secondly, you found that there was only an empty gallery on the poster, and half a black basketball in the middle of the field; the books on the table were also turned into a white paper, and you went crazy through the books without half a handwriting. And behind the back of the vase you didn’t see, there’s a wrinkled petal on the floor. You looked out the window and you threw up a long breath. The eyes of blood are full of blood, staring at the sunset and blinking until tears come out. The pain of multiple deaths has already sprung up in your heart, and your long-pressed anger is like a rolling magma in a volcano. Why me, why me, why I have to bear all this, and you think you’re laughing crazy. Soon, with two pigeons flying through the window, the laugh stops. You seem to have figured something out, just standing still. And the backs of them will be cast in isolation. Time (6:30) when your parents “go home from work” on time, instead of staying in your room, you go ahead with an anomaly and smile, and then throw a fruit knife into their heart in the face they can’t believe. Under blood pressure, blood flows like a red edible edible. When the blood runs out, they’re like two black shadows, scattered in the wind with the ashes. I don’t know if it’s a illusion that you saw them laughing. What are they laughing at? You went out with a blood-dropped knife, and didn’t say a word. And then you see more exercise, and in your increasingly blurred vision, the crowd becomes a strange piece of color, and you just have to lay a knife on the heart of those pieces, and you can erase it, and the color of the blood changes, and it starts to be red, then blue, green, yellow. And then you see a rainbow spray, and you hang your eyes. It’s beautiful, you think. And on the other side, as you pass, the walls of the rear unit building begin to fall and the leaves begin to collapse, and when you finally come to the front of the villa, the whole neighborhood collapses into ruins, booms, and the sky is covered with smoke. You step no stop. The moment when you entered the door, you finally lost your sight into darkness. But you think it’s more reassuring than seeing it, which is the color you’re used to. I don’t know how long you’ve been gone, but you’ve got a light in your eyes. And then the light explodes, and the whole world is white, like a film turning the bottom, like a white X-ray. The world is only black and white. You recognize in vague terms that this is a hall with eight rows of benches on each side, with a podium in front of it and a giant Christian statue on the wall behind it. Is this the church in the villa? You watch quietly. The white light flashes again, and you see the whole church filled with shadows, and the priest in the black robe is reading the Bible. The crowd was silent and only the voices of the priest were resonated in the church. And suddenly you feel like you know it. The low voice of Thinso came from behind and interrupted your memory, and you turned around and saw hundreds of climbers coming in through the door, twisting their tentacles and spreading around. Somehow, a fear came out of your heart, and you shouted at the crowd: Run, run! But they don’t seem to see you, they don’t care, you try to push with your hands, but you find your hands straight through their bodies, you look like a ghost in the air. The creeping tigers quickly crawled over the church, shuddering with large blades, burning into flames and devouring the church. This is when the crowd starts to panic, rushing out, the priest throws away the Bible, the couple flees, and you even see a couple and a child scattered by the crowd, a child screaming in flames, a mother and a father, and no one answering, smoke and chaos, a child crying and coughing tore his heart apart, tears and snot and coughing at the same time… The last thing you see is the helpless face of the child being swallowed up by fire. You feel a little cold on your face, but you feel tears. I’m crying? You’re in a state of uncertainty: who’s the kid, why are you so familiar? And when you open your eyes, you find yourself in a new scene, where there’s a primary school, where a lot of children, surrounded by a little blind fingertip, make a merciless laugh, and the naughty little boy comes up and takes away the blind cane of the little blind man, even tripping him to the ground when the little blind man’s fear is groping and begging for them. The crowd was scattered, and the blind boy stayed in the playground all day before his teacher found him. You just watched it happen, and there was nothing you could do. You’re angry at the fact that you’re the only one whose fists are so tight. Is this me? The scene is changing again, and this time you’re confirming the answer, and it’s the bedroom that you can no longer be familiar with. You saw your mother buy your favorite Colby poster, you tell you the details of the poster, you cry and tear it to pieces; you saw your father buy a whole set of fairy tales, and you tell you every night in gentle words, but you just cry and throw them all over the floor. You see your mother always rising up early to buy you fresh flowers, just so that you can smell a short fragrance after you wake up, but you never accept it. You blame them with impunity and hate them for leaving you in the sea of fire and leaving out their bitter words. They’re just silent. Then it seems as if you have grown up, but you have become more silent, you have stopped going out, you have no friends, even your parents, you have stopped talking, you fear crowds, you fear others’ different eyes, you fear parents, you fear the church that their parents have lost, and you lose your eyes. You’ve been crouching in the corner, shivering, and the time has passed. …you’re grown up, but you don’t seem to like to talk, and in the eyes of the outsiders, you’re used to a day, but you’re the only one who knows how beautiful a world he’s built in his head, a world where you still can’t see, but where you have a harmonious family and your parents, and where you talk to your little sister downstairs, and you often go downstairs with the old lady and do drugs, a world of darkness and light for you. For a long time, subconsciously, you’re even beginning to fear seeing the light again. For you, the light is the dangerous world filled with loneliness, ridicule and dirtyness. You have redefined your identity, sealed previous memories and painful memories for you. You’re suffocating, you can’t help but close your eyes. Open your eyes again, it’s a new scene. You seem to be in a hospital. In the ward, the doctor nurse enters and leaves. You see the mother in the same clothes saying to you: Father’s long journey by accident, and he’s finally exhausted, and old and old, and he can’t live for days. But at the end of the day, you can get your cornea instead of your own. There’s still some left after this, enough for a while, and you don’t have to worry. Your surgery was in the afternoon. After an anaesthetic, you were pushed into the operating room. You finally fell asleep. This is it. 11. The black and white world has a weak light spot, followed by a bright light. You finally escaped from that world. The gauze with its eyes has been removed in circles, and after years you have finally seen the world again. It’s just that your eyes can’t stop crying. After you got out of the hospital, the first place you went was to your parents’ grave, because it took a long time. You can’t say anything when you’re standing in front of a grave. When you once again turn the key and open the door, it is at nightfall, and the light of the twilight comes through the window, and it is dark. There’s no one at home, it’s a little cold. The first thing you see in the bedroom is a yellowed Kobi poster on the wall, which is patched with tape and presented with a funny gesture; it has a whole set of fairy tales on its desk, and many pages are wrinkled, and it looks like it’s been turned over many times, but the cover is still fresh after blowing off the dust, and the owners of the books are precious, they can’t bear to get dirty. The light came through the window and the dust rose and fell. Before the light is the aging carnation. You seem to have thought of something, pulling up a drawer and actually finding a radio in it. You sat in the chair and pressed the play button at dusk. There’s a familiar voice inside. “Let’s talk to each other. Let’s talk to each other. “Yes. “Four studies, pits, hoodlums, abductions!” “Oh, say, learn, laugh, sing!” “… Document number: YX1159dLpj
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
