At this time, the data on top of the computer detector changed dramatically at once. Even through the glass, Dixon could see her consciousness seemed to have a moment of clearness. She seemed to get back her sense a little by this question.,
Hate...
Sonia felt as if she had fallen into darkness, surrounded by a voice knocking at her over and over again.
"Is there anyone you hate or dislike?"
Hate... Sonia held out her hands to herself, but it was so dark that she couldn't even see where her hands were.
Was there someone she hated?
Faces flashed through her mind. The memories she had lost stirred again. The consciousness that had blocked them could not control them now. The next second, like Pandora's box that had been opened, those memories raced into Sonia's mind in minutes. Blood, wounds, pain, betrayal, she covered her ears, but her ears were filled with the wailing sound of memories, sharp, long whistles, scars.
'Why... Why probe into my past...'
'Why cut through my heavy disguise...'
'Why should I remember...'
'Don't... Don't come any closer... Help me... Help...'
Sonia was bewildered in the darkness like a newborn baby. She cried over and over again in the deepest center of her consciousness. She clutched her head. She felt a sharp pain in her brain, as if she had been through a catastrophe. Sonia whimpered, losing her ability to speak, and was left with an instinctive whimper.
"Hate..."
Who was the person she hated the most...
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