The heavily armed Xu Changqing pushed the door and re-entered the little girl's room.

There's everything here, like it's just cleaned up.

It's just that I don't know if it's a problem with the light source, those colorful toys of all kinds, at the moment under the light, are revealing an indescribable eerie taste, especially plush toys, full of ghosts.

Xu Changqing was very calm, and he soon discovered that there was an important thing missing in this room, the wall lamp.

The little girl who previously represented the core memory of the emotion relied on the wall lamp that represented the light of the soul to resist the erosion of the unknown evil in the heart.

When he had saved the little girl before, he quickly pulled out the heart lamp before it was swallowed up by the darkness.

Now plug it into the wall power supply here, and as soon as the light comes on, I hear a 'click' sound, which comes from the closet.

Xu Changqing casually pulled out the heart lamp, waved the staff and spear, and swept with one blow, cutting the wardrobe into two sections, and the upper part fell to the ground, revealing the secret door behind.

The secret door only has a contour gap and cannot be opened.

Xu Changqing didn't buy it, and he didn't want to plug the heart lamp back again. He decided that this was a distorted place, that it had been fabricated, that it was deliberately trying to show some shady content that would make him doubt his life.

In this case, he retains a skeptical and hostile attitude towards everything here.

With all his strength, the light of his armor flowed and converged on the staff and spear, causing the spearhead to glow brightly, and then he sliced with the weapon like red iron into butter, and the hot juice that sliced through the door of the chamber flowed and splashed molten iron.

As soon as he kicked it over, the door of the secret room, which was as heavy as a watertight hatch, was kicked away.

Xu Changqing strode in.

By the glow of his armor and weapons, he saw a large number of corpses in this rusty place, which looked like the inside of a scrapped shipping container, or the inside of a ship's hold.

The corpses were similar in face but age, discarded there like discarded plastic models, and the low temperature kept them in condition and free from decay, but that didn't mean they were intact.

They died in different ways, some were cut into human pieces, some were cut in two, some were hollowed out, some were stripped of all their bones, and even a few rolls of human skins became the only evidence of their existence.

Xu Changqing knew that these were all mutilate themselves, and it seemed that they were used for some evil ritual.

For ordinary people, seeing such a scene, it is difficult to pay attention to the details calmly.

But Xu Changqing was different, he soon discovered that the broken parts could piece together about seven complete people.

He swung his staff spear, and the tip of the staff spear shot out flames, igniting all the corpses, burning quickly, and before they could turn to ashes, streamers flew out of the flames and threw themselves into his body.

Destroyed, shattered, these are still his memories.

'Click! A secret door appeared in the wall that had been nothing, and a gap was opened, and the white light of a fluorescent lamp shone through.

Xu Changqing walked over and pulled the door in.

In the new room, the span between the floor and the roof is extremely high, at least 30 meters, and the room has sufficient light sources, from the roof, like a spotlight, the bright human eye is difficult to see, and the floor is illuminated in detail.

But the most eye-catching thing in this room is not the structure, but the mirrors that are scattered all over the place.

There are no walls, but mirrors that go straight up and down, each with some angles, making the room a polygonal cylinder.

To Xu Changqing, this place is like an enlarged kaleidoscope inside.

But in reality, this is not the case.

Because from these mirrors, he can only see himself from different angles, but he cannot see the scene reflected in the opposite mirror.

One of the major characteristics of the kaleidoscope is the overlapping reflection, an object presents multiple superimposed reflections in the mirror, but the mirror here can only see the reflection of the real thing, and will not see the virtual shadow in other mirrors.

Therefore, the structure here is not to confuse the vision of the enterer, but to look at oneself from a different angle.

"Have you ever noticed that the same person, from different angles, will have different perceptions?" A voice sounded, and then a little boy came from the depths of the mirror, from far to near, as if it were not a mirror, but a long corridor.

As if crossing a threshold, the little boy walked out of the mirror, and at the same time walked out of many mirrors, but the rest disappeared, only the one opposite Xu Changqing remained.

Xu Changqing was holding a cane and spear, his face was hidden under the mask and he couldn't see his expression, and his voice was emotionless: "You want to preach to me?" ”

"No, I just wonder why you're absorbing those dross. I think you should know that it's all about big flaws. ”

Xu Changqing asked, "What do you represent?" Perfect? What side of my personality desires perfection? ”

The little boy said, "It's okay for you to understand it that way. ”

Xu Changqing laughed: "Look, this is your mistake, do you think it's easy to bully a person who has lost his memory?" Because without memory, you can't make accurate judgments? ”

"You're really stupid, it's not the data that memory represents, but the ability to relate formed by the logical thinking framework of people. Do you know why I'm talking nonsense to you? Because I am very angry, under the stimulation of anger, I will be more rational and cold, my thinking speed will be faster, and I will be more efficient in analyzing and processing information and making decisions. For example, why are you the only ones who can use the darkness? Don't I know the truth of being with the light? Why is this darkness necessarily hostile to me, rather than being exploited and controlled by me? ”

As he spoke, countless ribbons of black light appeared on the ground, which gathered more and more, and then erupted into the sky, and all the mirrors turned into powder in this light, and the white light that illuminated the room was swallowed up.

But even so, the little boy was still visible.

Perhaps because of the special relationship of the light source, the little boy at this time had a blue complexion and looked eerie, like a zombie doll, he looked annoyed, his eyes danced with a ghostly light, and after glaring at Xu Changqing, he wanted to leave.

Then Xu Changqing told him with practical actions that he wanted to leave now, but it was too late.

The black light formed a curtain of steel, and when the little boy found himself trapped, his fists lit up, and he exhaled and bombarded the wall.

At this moment, Xu Changqing held a gun and stabbed.

The little boy seemed to have eyes on his back, and he stretched out his other hand in time to intercept it.

When the hand was stretched out, it transformed into dozens of tentacles, wrapping around the staff and spear.

These tentacles have no suction cups, no blades, and instead have clear edges and corners like crystal.

They tried to pinch the staff spear through numerous numbers, like finger pinching, but the maneuver was broken by the sudden burst of brilliant light from the staff spear gem.

The tentacles, like candles in the heat, melted in full, and the staff and spear pierced the little boy's body.

The little boy let out a terrible scream.

Xu Changqing was not moved at all, and as soon as he exerted his strength, like an injection, a large amount of light poured into the little boy's body.

The little boy's screams turned into high-pitched chirps, not at all like a human figure.

'Bang! The boy's body burst like a balloon that had been blown up, and the delicate flesh turned into a pliable piece of paper-like substance that flew in all directions, and inside was a strange deformed mass.

The monster resembled a mass of aquatic weeds, the blades of grass were tentacles, and in the root part, it was a mass of flesh twisted by tentacles, and finally submerged into a black substance like black mud.

And now, with the infusion of light, these black mud and tentacles quickly lost their watery luster as if they had been baked, and there were cracks, and light continued to erupt from the inside of these cracks.

A moment later, the monster, which was at least five times larger than the little boy, exploded with a thud and shattered into small black stones, with a crater and smoke, like coke that had been burned before being fished out of the water.

With the death of the little boy, the surrounding scenery changed, Xu Changqing found himself in a washroom, and when he went out, he saw that it was indeed in the corridor on the second floor of his house, and then to the east was the little girl's room.

The fire he had lit before had been extinguished by this time, and everywhere was smoky and broken, and was in danger of collapsing at any time.

He squatted slightly, then exerted force with his legs, and the whole person directly broke through the roof and flew into the sky.

While looking down, he said, "This world is my world, and even if it is about to be destroyed, it belongs to me." If you dare to invade my world and cause chaos, you must have the consciousness that life is worse than death. ”

As he spoke, he stabbed at the earth with his staff and spear, and suddenly a beam of light shot down, and when the beam of light sank into the ground, a black vortex appeared, slowly turning, and the range became larger and larger.

This whirlpool continued to devour everything on the earth, and the more outward, the greater the amplitude and force of the roll.

In a matter of minutes, the entire town was swallowed up.

With the disappearance of the town, the scenery that was originally scattered around was also pulled into the middle of the picture, as if on the same blanket, the center of the blanket sinks downward, and the surrounding area will shrink to the center.

This is Xu Changqing collecting memories.

The town, and even the surrounding scenery, are the world from which his memories are derived.

When he truly approves of all this, whether it is good or bad, it belongs to him.

When he realized that the forces that made up this world, including the so-called dark forces, were also part of his soul, his mastery of this world was instantly raised to a level that no foreign object could take advantage of. So as if he had a supernatural power, he took it all in at once.

Of course, there are some things that he can't change.

For example, the continuous weakness of the body leads to a lower and lower supply of energy to this conscious world.

In addition, the outsider, whether it is another consciousness in essence or a psychedelic drug, still has its own strength. If it wasn't for his contempt, the other party really became a soft-footed shrimp.

Finally, not all memories can be easily controlled, and those shallow memories that are about to be forgotten, or false memories in dreams, are difficult to adjust.

In any case, this is also a process of collecting the true and retaining the fake, cleaning up and simplifying.

After completing this step, his personality is basically complete, and there must be something lost, but that's the price, he has this kind of weird thing, if he wants to lose nothing, he won't show it.

However, it is not impossible to make up for it in other ways. Either way, the intruder will bring with him a soul power that does not belong to him, and this can be intercepted.

And in the current situation, because all the complications were packed and put away by him, the false ones were basically punctured, and the road surfaced.

It was still a road to the north, and it was still a spaceship, but it was no longer the one he had seen before, but a complete mining ship moored there.

He remembered the name of the ship, the Constantine.

(End of chapter)