"Crazy, crazy, crazy! It's over! Dueling is going to die, it's going to die. Bai Dots kept backing and shouted at the screen with an exaggerated face. Even innocent roommates who have no conflict are killed, so if she looks at her past so unscrupulously, she is bound to be recorded in a small book, who knows that people at the level of the controller can already communicate the past and the future. Although the future of the world has been messed up now, the peculiarities of the past have led to its stability.

Now the controller must not have the time to take care of herself, if she wakes up, will she be ready to be swept by someone Qingming? Bai Diandian felt that he was miserable, obviously he didn't do anything, but he was caught in this whirlpool. But before he could continue to think about it, a scene that made her even more frightened appeared.

The body of the seven fish began to translucent, just like himself and others, like a ghost, shuttling through the various rooms in this residential area, and there was no living mouth everywhere he went. Whether it was a young child or a gray-haired old man, all of them were killed in cold blood.

The air was icy quiet, and blood spread in the silence. In the dead residential area, there is less and less life, and the beating heart is waiting to die one by one. The seven fish is like a god of death walking in the dark night, as naturally as breathing to harvest the life of acquaintance or non-acquaintance.

"Hiss..." Zhong Ming gasped and felt his scalp tingle. It's not that he hasn't seen cruel methods, and it's not that he hasn't experienced a tragic battlefield. But this kind of killing without psychological barriers and so plain that it should be taken for granted makes Qiyu look particularly frightening in this bloody night.

At this time, even Bai Diandian, who had always liked to babble, didn't speak, and his face was dangerously gloomy. Qiyu's performance is not a normal person at all, no, it should be said that it is not at all something that a person can do. This is a kind of disregard for life like grass mustard and like ants. It's a meaningless, worthless, illogical act.

Su Mancheng closed his eyes and didn't want to watch this scene anymore. He used to think that the most irrational, the most illogical, and the person who likes to do things indiscriminately is the white spot in front of him. But at this moment, a hundred white dots are not as good as the seven fish in the picture.

Zhong Ming and the others stood in the huge monitoring room, enjoying the care of the air filtration system and air conditioning. But the smell of blood seemed to be coming through the screen, and the choking people couldn't breathe.

"All... He's dead. Su Mancheng said, and these words seemed to exhaust all his strength.

"All dead...", Zhong Ming repeated mechanically.

"Why!" Bai Diandian yelled at the screen angrily, at this time, he was no longer dominated by fear, and there was only one obsession left, that is, he wanted to ask Qiyu for an explanation!

Slowly came to the small garden at the bottom of the underground, this was the first time that Qiyu had left the room and walked so far. A lawn that is rare in the underground environment is difficult to bloom in an artificial environment.

Qiyu pinched his face with both hands and put on a stiff smile. But when the hand is released, the face will return to a calm and stiff face.

Go to a nearby room and find a roll of tape. The seven fish looked in the mirror and put the tape on his face to keep a cold smile. Then she walked back to the small garden and began to dance on the lawn, the dance movements were very simple, and suitable for children of her age.

But the three Zhong Ming, who witnessed all this in the surveillance, felt a boundless chill in their hearts. At this moment, even Zhong Ming and Su Mancheng retreated. Is that smiling face, fixed in duct tape, a celebration of the killing of this bloody night? Is this a carnival that belongs to Qiyu alone?

In the small garden, Qiyu seemed to be tired, stopped dancing, bowed solemnly in the middle of the garden, lifted the non-existent skirt, and walked back to the room gracefully. He didn't even forget to re-cover the quilt for the roommate who was killed by his own hands.

At this time, the people who were keeping vigil in the monitoring room were finally willing to raise their heads from their sleep. However, there was nothing unusual in all the rooms, because in the eyes of those who had not paid attention to the simples from the beginning, those who were 'sleeping' should have been lying on the bed, ignoring the scars on their hearts or throats. The night watchman glanced at the dizzying large screen composed of countless images, and lay down on the table again.

"What's the use of raising you?" Bai Dian sighed in disappointment, as if he didn't even have the strength to blame him.

Su Mancheng sat on the ground, his hands in his hair, "She killed tens of thousands of people, right?"

"There you go. Zhong Ming replied.

Suddenly, the Night's Watch sat up suddenly, stood up stiffly, and began to busily delete data on the console.

"He's here!" Zhong Ming found that he was actually deleting the surveillance video, what the hell was he doing?

After the records in the storage devices were destroyed, the Night's Watch unplugged all the devices and rewired them in a way that several people couldn't understand. When the power was turned on again, all the machines crackled and sparks, and soon, a puff of white smoke came out.

When everything was dealt with, the night watchman opened the crisper on the wall, took out a high-tech pistol, and committed suicide in front of several people.

The Night's Watch behaves strangely, like an unconscious puppet controlled by someone. This phenomenon makes the white dots and others in the monitoring room furious, and Qiyu can remotely control a person's consciousness and behavior?!

"Lord Master..."

"It's really..."

"It's horrible. ”

In the next few hours, Zhong Ming, Su Mancheng, and Bai Diandian didn't speak, just sat quietly.

It wasn't until the underground base started a new day of work again that the tragedy in this residential area was finally discovered. The sunless underground base glowed in a boundless shade of red, the highest level of alarm, lit up at the same time in all areas.

The bright red warning lights, reflected in the bright red pool of blood, make this residential area feel like a purgatory on earth. The smell of fishy stuff gave goosebumps to everyone who entered, and the floor of every room was sticky with blood, but the faces on every bed were as peaceful as a dream.

When the Seven Fish was discovered as the only 'survivor', a large number of security personnel and scientific researchers seemed to have discovered a little ray of hope in hell, and carefully protected the Seven Fish from here.

in a circular world.

Ye Qingmian's idea was successful, and he didn't know how the reincarnation channel was formed. But as a god, he still achieved the reincarnation of one thought.

It is a passage that connects the circular world to the real world, but it cannot be observed with the naked eye and cannot be perceived by human technology. The only person who can realize its existence may be the only one who is himself.

"Hanori, do you feel it?"

"Is this the reincarnation channel?" Hanori closed her eyes, perceiving the reincarnation passage that was completely empty to this world, a special existence that surpassed the level of human cognition. There is no fixed position, no shape that can be described, it seems to be a bridge across the long river of time and space, ignoring the limitations of a single space, with a high-dimensional attitude, ethereal and vague in the induction of Hua Ori and Ye Qingmian.

"It's beautiful. Ye Qingmian couldn't help but exclaim, this is another kind of magnificence, he can't describe it in the language of human scarcity, maybe such grandeur can only exist in the world of gods. At this moment, Ye Qingmian even suddenly had the idea of abandoning his body and completely integrating his spirit into the high-dimensional world****** and the channel contained countless spaces and timelines, trying to get close to it, Ye Qingmian and Hua Weaving's hearts were also infinitely magnified, and everything in the world, all living beings seemed to be dispensable small dust. Splendid rivers and mountains, blue sea and blue sky seem to be just simple toys that can be discarded.

Getting closer, Ye Qingmian can clearly see every scene of a person's life on a timeline, the changes of a country for centuries, the migration and division of a continent for hundreds of millions of years, the formation of a star to death, the explosion of a new universe from a new singularity, and then step by step towards heat death.

In this divine perspective, space can be bent, folded, and annihilated, and time can be embodied, created, and woven into an endless loop. The key to maintaining the existence of a space-time is the invisible dark energy, or the reincarnation energy or the high-dimensional energy. Samsaric energy drives the universe, supports the existence of time and space, and connects matter together like a glue.

"Ye Qingmian!Ye Qingmian!" Huaori's rapid and nervous shouting made Ye Qingmian come back to his senses, only to find that his body didn't know when it started, and it was gradually disappearing.

Ye Qingmian retracted his perception of the high-dimensional world in a panic, and looked at Hua Wei in a daze, "I... What did I just do?"

"Scared the hell out of me, you looked like you're about to melt in. Huaori complained with some fear, "Unknown things, don't be so bold, there are so many people in this world, who can't try it." ”

"I seem to have a feeling that as long as I go in, I can leave this world. Ye Qingmian does feel this way, but what Hua Zhi said about this kind of thing is also right, he must not be this guinea pig.

But so far, it is not without gains, at least Ye Qingmian knows that the reincarnation channel is indeed the key to another dimension. But what is the reason for the existence of the reincarnation game, and what is the reason that the people who control the reincarnation channel should establish such a screening mechanism?

"Are you pondering the meaning of the existence of the reincarnation game?" Hua Ori shook her hand in front of Ye Qingmian's eyes, "Since the reincarnation channel has been created, I want to know the meaning of the reincarnation game, and it would be good to simulate it and see it." Isn't it much better than what we're thinking about here?"

"That's right. That's it. Ye Qingmian took a deep breath and stabilized his mind, "So, let's create a reincarnation game that belongs to this world." ”