"My ex-husband is a very strange person, the ghost king can be said to be just a doppelganger of him, if the ghost king dies, he has nothing to do; If he dies, the Ghost King will disappear with him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but their personalities are completely independent. And if there is no accident, what Xia Cheng really likes is actually the ghost king, and now Xia Xin has become your girlfriend, so I'm curious, who are you? Is it the doppelganger of the Ghost King? Or is it the ontology? ”

Noumenon?

I was almost taken aback.

I'm certainly not a ghost king. Then I am the ontology?

What does she mean by that? The meaning of ontology is the opposite of "doppelganger"? Or deliberately explain: in fact, the real ontology is just yourself. And those so-called Psychic Awakeners, the real target essence at the beginning is you!

I really don't want to think about it. But now she threw it straight to me. Maybe she really knew me before and was really familiar with me, maybe maybe I was her so-called "ex-husband"?

"Do you have children?" I asked her suddenly.

"Nope. But my ex-husband does, but I don't know if he really forgot about it? Or have you always been immersed in the time of your youth? ”

He ...... What kind of person is he? ”

"He? Or are they? ”

"Your ...... How many children does my ex-husband have? ”

She threw away the cigarette in her hand, got out of bed, walked back and forth a few steps, and said, "Two, but two completely different people...... Or maybe there's only one real one, because the other one looks like a genetic ghost king no matter how you look at it. Who knows, anyway? Want to know what they look like? Actually, I don't remember much. ”

"Where are they now?"

She suddenly laughed and said, "Dead, or not dead?" Who knows? ”

"Dead?"

"Who knows, go to heaven or hell? Do you know when I laughed the loudest? It was when my ex-husband was pierced through his body with a knife by one of his sons. You can never imagine the look on his face at that moment, was it shock? Or liberation? Still relieved? Still is...... What did he think? ”

What can I say? I could only take it one step at a time.

I knew she was me.

What is it like to be killed by your own son? Who knows? Did that really happen in my life?

Whether it's true or not, this strange woman in front of me is now giving me a heavy psychological pressure, and she has now become like a high mountain, overwhelming me.

Maybe the reason why I've been immersed in this world is that I just don't want to face my own failed life? Maybe I'm just a recent high school graduate, just trying to avoid that unfortunate life?

She continued: "I've never felt so relieved at that moment. ”

I took a deep breath and tried to recall in my mind that I had thought of anything other than the image I had seen in the misty memory of the previous harvest. In that scene, a young man stabbed someone.

A man who could not have killed himself killed himself with his own hands. Maybe for some purpose. But what exactly is this purpose?

I wanted to escape it all and run down this mountain, although the air here was much cleaner than the air outside, but at this moment, the air here seemed to me to be poisonous, it was numbing my nerves and messing up my mind.

I can't remember how I came to this world, it was as if all of a sudden I was in this world. But what exactly is the beginning of the story? Maybe Meng Meng was lying to me before, and I can't say for sure. Maybe there were no previous rounds of harvesting at all, only the last one, right? Maybe the last round when I pushed open the door of that dorm room was the beginning of the whole story, right?

Pushed open a door and saw a roommate, and then he took me on an adventure and did something neurotic.

But it's not right to think about it.

It was as if I was caught in a whirlpool, and I couldn't tell where I came from, who I was, or what these people were in front of me.

I don't have a memory of my own, so I can't tell if what they say is true or false, and I can only passively accept what they say.

Even if what they say is false, it will seriously affect me, and subconsciously I will agree with their statement, although some of them have different statements, but in general, they all seem to have something in common.

Even the watermelon man has been reluctant to talk about my past, as if he is deliberately avoiding something. Maybe he didn't know, maybe he just deliberately avoided it.

I didn't want to face this woman anymore, so I turned around and walked out, looking at the green mountains outside, feeling the mountain breeze, and telling myself in my heart that this moment was real.

"What's wrong?" But she didn't let me go, and gently came behind me and asked softly.

"I find you ridiculous, as if you say it's true, but what about the truth? I'm just an ordinary person. ”

"Yes, you're just an ordinary person. It's just that you've thought about it, what's going on with Xia Caution? ”

"Xia be careful? Is there such a person? ”

"Didn't you? Xia Cheng has long since died, but why is she still here? The real personalities who appear here are all those who died during the destruction of City A, and on what basis were they absorbed by you? Is it guilt, or something else? ”

I was stunned.

She continued, "The question is, what about Xia Caution? She didn't die in City A, you never talked about her even when you were with you before, and in many people's minds, there should not be such a person in your life. But she appeared, was forcibly moved into City A, and lived by your side. ”

"Who is she?"

"Who is she, you ask me? She shouldn't have existed at all. ”

"Why did they all kill her?"

"You ask me? Why do you think they want to kill Xia carefully? A person who shouldn't exist, what else can he do without killing her? That's the variable, that's the part you don't want to touch, that's the key, right? ”

"Who are they?"

Who are they? Those one-eyed dragons, those awakened? Who the hell are they? It seems that they should have completely independent personalities, and they should be people who have lived in their own right.

She didn't answer, but picked up a flashlight, strode over the hole, and suddenly turned around and said, "Come and do me a favor?" ”

"What...... What's busy? ”

I was curious about the hole, and of course the most curious thing was the woman herself. Am I going to run away from all of this, or am I going to face what is going to happen?

I couldn't make up my mind.

What if I really used to be a big badass?

Maybe I killed these people with my own hands?

Maybe Situ Wugong is a good person, what should I do?

Maybe the mistage itself doesn't exist?

Maybe what if I think that after rushing out of this world, I will encounter a bigger illusion?

After a moment's hesitation, I followed her.

"Do you smoke?" She handed me a cigarette.

I shook my head.

"What about the old smoker." She lit one herself, then flashed her flashlight and walked into the mine.

I have to say that she is not a standard mine person, because mining lamps are generally used here, and it is estimated that only she will use such a flashlight, right?

The hole wasn't that big, and I had to lower my head a bit to avoid getting jacked to the head. It looks rough, with traces of plate wheels crushed on the ground. The cave slopes downward, and after entering for a distance, it begins to develop into the flat.

And the inside of the cavity has become very large.

Suddenly, I felt a stumbling under my feet, as if there was a man lying on the ground. But the man didn't move.

Is it a dead man?

She didn't light me up, so it was dark underneath my feet and I couldn't see it.

But I got scared.

Is there really a dead man in this?

Could it be that the reason I can't see anyone else in the mine is because they're all dying here?

"The price I gave was really good, and it seems that they are all satisfied." She said lightly, and then her lighter lit up and lit a candle stuck in the ground.

There were nine candles on the ground, and one by one she lit up, and the cavity became bright. The smoke from the candle made my breath a little unbearable.

In the yellow candlelight, I could finally see what was under my feet.

Sure enough, it's a human, and it's a dead man.

I couldn't tell how they died, as if they weren't hurt, but they were really dead, lying there motionless one by one.

There were a lot of dead people, and the cave was very quiet, except for the sound of sparks bursting.

The entire mine has died here, including my father.

I didn't feel sad, I just didn't understand why they were dying, why this weird woman in front of me was going to kill them.

"Why did you kill them?"

"Did I kill it? Can you guarantee that I killed it? Besides, even if I really killed them, do you want to kill me? ”

Kill her? What am I going to do to kill her?

At the same time, I was curious about everything in the hole. On the opposite side of the cave wall is a solid wall, and judging from the dark tone, it is still very hard tungsten ore. If it were an ordinary mine owner, she would obviously be happy in such a situation, but she was not happy, and she never seemed to have any intention of mining.

Because there were two thick iron rings deep into the cave wall, I don't know what they were for.

The iron ring is also wrapped with elastic bands, which looks even more weird.

On the ground beneath the hoop is a medicine box.

"I used to be a nurse." She said as she crouched down and knocked down the medicine box.

"You're trying to arrest me?"

I could almost imagine that there must be some medicine in her medicine box that could make me unconscious, and I could almost imagine that those two hoops were going to hold me in place.

I gritted my teeth and stepped back.

Her terrible face is finally revealed, and she's finally going to do it to me. I touched a digging axe under my feet, so I bent down and picked it up.

With this tool, you can at least spell it out.

She took out a syringe and a potion, and sucked it up.

What's that injection?

"What do you say?"

Her movements are skillful, and she looks like she's done it countless times. After sucking it up, he nudged it, squeezing out the bubbles and shooting out a small fountain-like potion.

I gritted my teeth.

"Do me a favor." She walked towards me with a syringe in her hand, her expression flat and indistinguishable from any emotion.

Doing you a favor? Do you want me not to resist?

I clutched the digging axe in my hand and looked at her approaching body earnestly. When she gets close enough, I won't hesitate to swing it over!