"What's the end?" Lu Shaozhen's mind was racing, constantly calculating various possibilities in her mind.

The charm of this story lies in the fact that Anu's choice becomes that of a princess, and the conflict between the two people's choices is full of infinite possibilities. If there is a beautiful maid in the door on the left, then the princess has good intentions, but is it possible that the door on the left is a saber-toothed tiger? Without conspiracy theories, according to the existing conditions, can the princess tolerate her lover taking someone else's wife? Therefore, the princess's intentions seem to be closely related to her personality, so what is Anu's choice next? Did he listen to the princess? The ideas of the two people are like permutations and combinations, and Anu's choice is intriguing, but each choice has its own reason.

"How did Anu choose?" Lu Shaozhen said.

The man smiled slightly, saying that he was laughing, but in fact, his eyes full of murderous intent were slightly soft: "Anu chose the right side." ”

Lu Shaozhen chuckled in her heart: "Then whether the left side is a saber-toothed tiger or a maid, and whether Anu is alive or dead."

The man took a breath as if something was brewing in his heart for a long time: "How to judge life and death, some things are born to death, but some things make life worse than death." As the saying goes, mourning is greater than the death of the heart, and death is secondary, and the search for meaning is an infinite cycle of cycles, and when your mind stays on the boundary of irrationality, it is the end of your willingness."

Lu Shaozhen didn't know what to say, he was not so scared at the moment, but consciously reached the same breath as this man on a certain spiritual level; "Sensei nonsense, you just tell me if Anu is alive or dead, and it's over."

"Why don't you ask the person in your head?"

Lu Shaozhen had some ominous premonitions in his heart, and he said, "What is this person in my head? ”

"The fate is clear, good and evil are rewarded, yin and yang are melted, and slush is clawed." The man said.

Lu Shaozhen said: "Then the question is, who are you?" What is your purpose in telling this story? ”

The man said: "The pattern of the world is so wonderful, just like our opposite but mutually transformable scenes, when we are talking about the storyline, this plot can be played out in some universe as a living fact, or it can become some kind of prophecy to wait for some day in the future." ”

Lu Shaozhen suddenly had some inspiration in his mind after listening to it, when he was reading some world classics in college, he had such a deep feeling: the protagonists of many famous books read the development of the whole world as a reader. In other words, it is very likely that this protagonist is really living around us, but he is also really living in the world of fiction. To explain this meaning, the world of fiction is our world, and we are likely to live in the world of fiction written by some writer.

"In other words, the story is true?" Lu Shaozhen asked in surprise.

"The truth is always at the last moment." As soon as the man's words fell, Lu Shaozhen suddenly felt that the surrounding scene was like rippling water, showing a state of confusion, the calm lake suddenly slighted, and the world built during it naturally collapsed.

He slowly opened his eyes, and there was a slight coldness from the place where the tip of his nose touched the mirror, it was a precious sobriety in the muddy world, and a cold light flickered in this dark curtain. The mirror reflected Lu Shaozhen's tough and delicate face, he looked at himself quietly for a long time, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Lu Shaozhen in the mirror smiled evilly: "Who are you?" ”

Immediately afterwards, Lu Shaozhen let out a long sigh, his eyes turned to the side slightly, and he saw that the pale faces of those puppets suspended in the darkness gradually became hideous, and their scattered corpses gradually exuded a red color like hell liquid, they were like vicious dogs waiting in the abyss, approaching Lu Shaozhen from all directions.

Click!

A long-lost crisp sound was transmitted to Lu Shaozhen's ears, Lu Shaozhen no longer trembled and panicked, he sighed: "It's over."

I saw that just when those puppets were about to stretch out their vicious fangs and eat Lu Shaozhen mercilessly, the entire compartment scene appeared with a fine crack like a small snake, click, crack, and there was a chain reaction, and it continued to sound with the collapse of the scene, Lu Shaozhen looked at this unsurprising scene, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a confident smile.

The whole space is like a broken mirror turned into pieces, and behind those pieces of a puzzle are imperceptible nothingness, and to say "nothingness" is actually to use our narrow vocabulary to try to describe the magic of nature, because "nothingness" itself is a feeling, and the real nothingness cannot be described in words.

Collapse with a bang!

Lu Shaozhen, as the only thing in this compartment that was not broken as a picture, he Shi Shiran looked behind him, only to see that at the door of the compartment that was about to collapse, a figure flashed away.

The long wait......

I don't know how long it took, Lu Shaozhen felt that her soul was shrinking in the core of the fruit waiting for the opportunity to germinate, and finally the dawn spread on the branches, and the dawn was about to come, and the dazzling white light came from all directions like a tide, and finally carried the unique glow in the memory, enveloping Lu Shaozhen's body.

"What's going on, why is this happening!"

"What the hell is going on, it shouldn't be, what's wrong with this zombie! This newcomer has a problem! ”

Words like these echo from a distant planet, filled with a strong yet alienated sense of familiarity.

Finally, in a short reflection on reality, Lu Shaozhen regained control of his body, he slowly opened his eyes, and the noisy noise in his ears was so clear.

The first thing that caught his eye was the hideous and terrifying zombie face, but the zombie's head at this time was weakly resting on his chest, and the slightly heavy weight made it difficult for him to breathe.

He felt some pain in his head, and the nerves in his skull seemed to grow excess fat, driving the cerebral cord to hit the skull hard. He let out a cry of pain, and then lifted his arms around his body from the ground.

The zombie's head rolled off his body with a gurgle, spilling a black, fishy liquid along the way.

What's the situation now? Do you come out of parallel space or escape from the forbidden zone of your own mind? The intersection of the timeline has been reflected in himself like this? Did all the things you just experience really happen or are you imagining? If it really happened, wouldn't it be back in time?

Lu Shaozhen touched the back of her head stupidly, where there was still residual pain from the fall.