Saijo turned his head sharply, and saw himself in a white dress holding a plush doll standing in the empty hall at the bottom of the stairs, with a weird smile on his face, smiling happily at her, and then turned and ran towards the back, the silver bell-like voice echoing in Saijo Kaze's ears: "You are already dead, you were dead seventeen years ago, and what is alive is just a puppet, a puppet who even thinks about others." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Shut up!" Saijo roared angrily, and the Divet pistol in his hand couldn't stop pulling the trigger, firing bullets and shooting forward, but was blocked by the unknown barrier that suddenly appeared in front of the little girl. Watching Saijo Feng's futile attack, the little girl smiled happily, that smile was so sarcastic in Saijo Feng's eyes, and the laughter continued to amplify until Saijo Feng's mind echoed with this piercing laughter.

Suddenly, a picture appeared in front of Saijo's eyes, or rather what she saw, and the gun in her hand was pointed at Shiori Hiraki, who was coming forward to hold her, and a shot was fired into her body, sending her flying and hitting the wall behind her.

The little girl's smug voice appeared in Saijo Kaze's mind: "I said, you're just a puppet, and you'll do whatever I want you to do." ”

Saijo Kaze's mind couldn't help but think of the dream of the last few days, when the self wearing the combat uniform of the night raid team stepped on the corpse of his parents and pulled the trigger on his childhood self.

She had always felt that it was a dream, that it was fake. But just now she pulled the trigger on Shiori Hiraki with her own hand, and now Saijo Feng involuntarily had a thought in her heart: Maybe this dream is true, she killed her teammates with her own hands just now.

This thought made Saijo Feng's whole body tremble in horror, if this was really the case, then what was her hatred for seventeen years, and how should she face the self who killed Shiori Hiraki.

The incomparably real nightmare of the recent period of time has made Saijo Feng's spirit a little weak, at first she went back to seventeen years ago and saw the person in the combat uniform, and then the person was herself, and then she actually saw the self seventeen years ago and herself in the combat uniform from the perspective of a third person.

The dream of one ring after another makes Saijo Feng can't tell if it's a dream now, or if he doesn't have a dream at all, everything is true, and her so-called memories are fake at all, just like the memory police do, erase people's relevant memories and then add fake memories. But those people didn't notice anything at all, because they didn't know it. What about herself? Is it the same, all the memories of her life are fake and edited, so what is the meaning of her so-called life?

Just like a robot, it is clear that this second has just left the factory, but his hard drive has stored more than ten years of life memories, so whether he has lived for a second or has spent more than ten years.

Memory is the only evidence that proves life experiences, but if it's all fake, then what else can be trusted? The thoughts churning in his head make Saijo feel like the world has collapsed meaning.

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Extreme anger left the little girl in Saijo Feng's eyes, completely ignoring anything else, and when she ran towards the huge iron door where the little girl was standing, a translucent barrier appeared in front of her, blocking her path, but Saijo Feng, who was already crazy and completely filled with anger and confusion, did not notice these at all, and only the raging anger remained in her eyes.

Eisuke Kazukura and the two of them hurriedly followed Saijo Kaze all the way to the bottom of the base, while Mitsuhiko Ishibori ran back to the war room, tracking Saijo Kaze's tracks with the help of surveillance probes all over the base, and directing Kazuki Kumon and Eisuke Wakura to run towards the lower level of the base.

The two of them have been pursuing deeper into the base, but they have not been able to keep up with Saijo Wind, and when they finally ran out of breath to Area 1, they saw soldiers everywhere, one by one, crooked, Lying motionless on the ground, Eisuke Kazukura walked up to a soldier and crouched down, touched his neck and had no pulse, and there was no obvious wound on his body, and without much thought, it was certain that the devastating injuries in the body caused by the plasma bullet of the Diweite pistol, these people died because of massive internal bleeding.

Counting and adding the soldiers in the two steel fortresses there were thirty-two in total, plus the five isometric bullets that were fired at him and the one that hit Shiori Hiragi, which was exactly the number of isometric bullets contained in one of the energy magazines of the Diwait pistol, Eisuke Kazukura walked in from the wide open door, and just stepped on a hard object as soon as he took a step, and looked down to see that it was a Diweite pistol that was still on the ground, and he knew who it was without guessing.

Mitsuhiko Ishihori's voice came from the armed Beleg in Eisuke Wakura's hand, and he said in surprise: "Captain, there is no way, the place where you are is already the deepest part of the base. ”

"No," Eisuke Kazukura shook his head, and looked down slightly, stairs stretched down into the darkness one by one, and there was no light in sight, making people feel like they were walking into front of them with a wide open demon's mouth.

Eisuke Wakura quickly picked up the flashlight on the armed belt and turned it on and shone it below, the light column of the flashlight only shone out at a distance of more than ten meters before the light was exhausted, and it was even darker.

Eisuke Wakura raised his left arm and said to the armed Bereg, "Ishinori, can you turn on the lights here? We can't see anything." ”

After a few minutes, Mitsuhiko Ishihori's apologetic voice came from the armed Bereg: "I'm sorry, Captain, I can't find the central control system where you are, there should be an independent control system and power supply system separate from the base. ”

Ishihori Mitsuhiko's words made Kazukura Eisuke sigh lightly, with his experience, it should be a top-secret area to take such a plan, just like the Northern Lights Research Institute, it has its own independent energy supply system, not connected to the power grid in the city, but I don't know why the wind is here, and Kurura Eisuke thought about walking towards the incomparably dense darkness below with Lonely Gate Kazuki.