The world is full of weirdness.

This is something that will only be known after permanence.

Before he understood it forever, he thought he was dreaming, or was still in a dream.

In his dreams, there always seemed to be some ethereal and illusory voices, whispering something, but he could never hear it clearly, and he couldn't even tell whether it was a male voice or a female voice, but he always felt that this voice was very familiar, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

Forever wants to respond, wants to know who is talking, but unfortunately, dreams are dreams after all, and they are shattered in an instant.

I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like a moment, and it seemed like many years had passed, and I finally came to my senses.

As soon as I woke up, I found that I was not lying in the place where I had fallen asleep, obviously lying in my bedroom, but when I woke up, I went to another place, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a bed curtain that I had never seen before, something I had never used. And I could feel a strange pain all over my body, from the vicinity of my heart to my fingers and toes, every inch of skin was dullly painful, as if I had been injured by something.

Hurt...... Didn't I wake up? Am I still dreaming?

Permanently trying to control his body, he finds it difficult to control and moves slowly, as if he is fully awake but his body is still asleep.

What is going on? I was fine before I went to bed, but now I feel like I've been sick for a long time, and I'm weak and weak.

I've never encountered the perpetual inexplicable panic of this situation.

After a while, his body seemed to regain some strength, and he slowly sat up with his hands on the bed, and began to observe everything around him.

It's daytime, the curtains are not closed, and the harsh sunlight from outside can easily shine into the room without feeling hot, and you can see the whole room clearly.

Turning his neck permanently, he slowly glanced around, and found himself sitting on a very luxurious-looking bed, and the furniture beside him, whether it was a desk, a chair, or a wardrobe, looked classical and elegant, with a feeling of ancient East and West mixed together.

However, the craftsmanship of these furniture shows that they are the product of modern technology.

However, it is impossible to see that he has not touched the machines that produce and process furniture, but the remote control on the bedside table is undoubtedly not an ancient product.

Drip.

A permanent attempt to light the wall sconce with the remote control, probably to keep the room classic, there was something like a gas pipe in the sconce, but it was supposed to be an electric light, and the warm orange light seemed so small in front of the sun.

On the desk under the sconce, there is a large flat mirror, and the wooden frame on the mirror has relatively fancy carvings, which are strange and eye-catching.

However, in the mirror, there is something more strange than the pattern.

In the mirror, there is a girl dressed in a maid's costume sitting at the desk, leisurely holding a cup, tasting the liquid inside, looking very relaxed, there is an old book on the table, looking carefully, and then, as if perceiving a permanent sight, look up at him, and then move her eyes to the book again, no longer pay attention.

Outside the mirror, there is no one at the table, there is nothing on the table, and there are two completely different worlds in the mirror and outside the mirror. But I don't know if it's an illusion, but I can even smell a faint aroma of coffee permanently.

This...... Permanently stunned and dazed, he couldn't figure out what was going on at all, he wanted to escape from here, but the joints of his whole body seemed to be rusty in an instant, and it was extremely difficult to move, and finally he couldn't control his body at all, he couldn't even close his eyes, and his mind slowly froze, he looked at the maid in the mirror quietly like a puppet.

How long this horrible situation lasted is forever lost. Now the flow of time is not as balanced as it is in his daily life, every minute and every second is different from usual.

The maid does not make any other superfluous moves while reading a book, and can only know from the coffee she occasionally brings up on the table, knowing that time has not stopped.

Finally, the bell began to ring from nowhere, and with the first sound, the maid clipped the bookmark next to the book into the book, closed the book, and when the second bell rang, the maid stood up, and after the third bell, the maid appeared outside the mirror.

Watching the maid come out, he felt that he was slowly able to control his body, he wanted to stay away from the maid, but his body still didn't have much strength, and when he got out of bed, he stepped on the air and fell to the ground.

"You're awake. The maid did not react at all to the perpetual flustered antics and stated the facts indifferently.

Looking at the maid's dark eyes, she gradually calmed down permanently, as if she had a magical power that could soothe people's hearts.

Seeing that Yongheng was slow to react, the maid slowly walked in front of Yongyong, looked down at Yongyong and continued:

"You seem to have a lot of questions. ”

She said without a hint of emotion, then remained motionless, waiting for a permanent response.

Seeing that the maid didn't seem to mean to hurt herself, she grinned permanently and reluctantly responded with a smile.

He stood up slowly, subconsciously wanting to ask the maid his own questions.

Why did it come out of the mirror?

But before he could speak, a strange fear instantly filled his permanent mind, producing a feeling similar to dizziness.

Can't ask, there's a voice echoing in the back of your heart.

Can't ask that question.

"Where the hell is this, why am I here?" he hurriedly asked two questions in a panic, for fear that the maid would wait too long.

"Oh yes, I forgot to say it. ”

The maid seemed to remember something, looked at it deeply, and then put on a professional smirk, lifted the skirts of the maids on both sides with both hands, and bowed gently.

"Welcome to the Cinema. ”

A bowl of cherries.

"The rest of the questions will be answered by the owner of the theater for you. ”

The maid said nothing, turned and walked to the door, pushed it open, and then glanced at Permanent, motioning for him to follow.

Only now, perpetual seemed to have recovered, and he no longer had that feeling of weakness, and he hurried to follow.

Da, da, da. Permanently stepping on the seemingly expensive wooden floor, making crisp footsteps, he was already in control of his strength, but he still couldn't make a little noise like a maid.

Maybe it's because it hasn't fully recovered.

He followed the maid out of the room.

The lighting in the corridor was very suitable, even if it was direct sunlight, the sunlight through the window would not make people feel dazzling, and the maid led the way in front of her, and walked down the stairs with her forever to the first floor.

I walked all the way around the corner, and after turning a corner, I met a tall man.

He was dressed in a suit and wore a round mask with only eyes and mouth openings, but the cave was pitch black, and he nodded to the maid and permanently, and then turned his head and stared at the garden in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

The maid ignored it, and walked around the man with permanence, stopping at a huge door.

Pushing open the door, it was a permanent feeling that this should be a library, and in the open space in the middle of the library lay a young boy with a pile of books beside him, and in his hand an old book that was clearly not the one he would read.

The maid stopped outside the door and motioned for herself to enter.

Is this the owner of the theater?

Permanently swallowed and walked over to the child.

"You...... Hello. Permanent's voice trembled a little.

"Hello, my name is Wan Deng, what about you?" asked the child as he sat up and smiled.

"Permanently. Permanently replied.

Wan Deng nodded and put down the book in his hand:

"Permanently, nice name. ”

Wan Deng let out an inconsequential sigh, and then, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a slight hint of helplessness about the situation, and said with a smile:

"Since you have already met the black cat and have not died under the black cat's claws, then stay in the studio, and we will tell you what we know, the main thing is ......

"Eat and live. ”

What black cat?

The word was like a key that unlocked his brain, and a fragment of memory popped out, and he gradually remembered what had happened.

It was just a black cat that he almost died.

This black cat is different from the cats it has ever seen before, its amber eyes are deep and bright, full of wisdom, and it can always even observe humanity in its eyes, observe some boredom, some mockery, some sympathy.

What happened next was beyond permanent comprehension, and fine wounds continued to emerge from his body, cat-scratched scars appeared on his body out of thin air, spreading from his limbs to near his heart, and finally, at the moment when he was about to pierce his heart, he stopped.

Permanent loss of consciousness.

"Black Cat ......" muttered in a low voice permanently, not daring to speak loudly for fear that the black cat would attack again.

He tried to tear open his clothes and examine the wound near his heart, only to find that the wound was close to healing, leaving only shallow marks.

"The wound has healed, it's amazing, isn't it? But I don't know what's going on, you should be the black cat you met last night, it's only taken one night to heal, I want to take you to an autopsy to see your body structure." Wan Deng said humorously.

But I can never hear how much of a joke is in his words.

Wan Deng waited for a permanent and complete calm, and then went on to add:

"Anyone who has been hurt by a black cat loses something, most commonly, memory.

"You try to think about what you've lost. ”

Forever nodded in understanding, he found that his memory was indeed a little broken, but he didn't know how to find out what memory he had lost.

"Where are you from?" Wan Deng asked.

Before he could answer permanently, another question was asked:

"How old are you?"

"Who is your closest person?"

Hearing this question, I felt like my heart was twitching.

Who is my nearest and dearest?

My master.

Who is my master?

Permanently can't remember.

After Wan Deng saw the permanent reaction, he didn't make another sound.

Lost in thought, he closed his eyes permanently, slowly searching through his memory, his heart mixed with anticipation, mixed with uneasiness, and very frightened.

Can I remember?

No.

Yongyong finally got the answer, and he remembered the details of his life with his master very clearly, except that he forgot who the master was, and he couldn't even remember whether it was a man or a woman.

At this moment, he seemed to feel the air around him freeze all at once, and there was a sound in his ears, which he still couldn't hear clearly, but for some reason, he felt that he couldn't look for information about the master, at least not yet.

The memories stopped forever, and with it the disgusting feeling ceased, as if it had never happened.

"It seems that I can't remember the people closest to me. Wan Deng said in a low voice, and then gave a permanent suggestion: "We will help you recover everything you lost, before that, you can work in the theater." ”

"We'll tell you the nature of the world slowly, and in short, welcome to the studio. ”

The world is full of weirdness.

This is something that is only known until now.