Chapter Fifty-Eight: Where Am I?
The house obstructed his view, not so much as to attract hers, and to his consolation, the open windows, brightly lit, and the noise of a feast.
When he walked into a window and looked in, he saw a group of strangely dressed people laughing and talking.
The faces were very unfamiliar, but they gave her a sense of dΓ©jΓ vu.
Faust stepped through a low window into a brightly lit room, and from that moment he stepped from a moment of hopeful light into the final darkness of despair and epiphany.
The nightmare soon befell him, for as soon as he entered the room, the most horrific scene of his life, almost the moment he crossed the window, a sudden wave of fear suddenly befell him.
The intensity and depth of this fear was enough to distort every face present, enough to make the most terrible screams of those present, and all responded by fleeing, and in the midst of this noise and fear, several people fainted in fright, and were dragged away by their frantically fleeing companions.
Many people covered their eyes with their hands and fled blindly with clumsy hands, only to have some kick over furniture and crash into the wall in the process of choosing their way.
The screams were heartbreaking, Faust stood alone in the brightly lit room, listening to the fading echoes, shivering with fear at the thought of what might be hiding around him, and the room seemed to be empty, but when it went like a box, he felt like he saw something, and behind the golden arch leading to another room, something seemed to move.
He walked towards the archway, and the thing was seen more clearly, followed by his first and last sound.
With a disgusting scream, Faust clearly saw an unbelievable, indescribable, and indescribable monster, which could only be understood and could not be spoken, and this monster was enough to make a group of people who were originally happy and playful flee wildly by its appearance.
What does this monster look like? He couldn't even say it, because it was a dirty, grotesque, disgusting, deforming, abomination, a creepy thing
However, a shadow that is both rotten and ancient and fragmented, a stinking and wet phantom that is disgusting at first sight.
A benevolent world, always concealed naked, a shell, God knows that this thing does not belong to this world, or no longer belongs to this world, but to his great horror, judging from his gnawed bones and bones, it is a human, but fierce, abominable twisted body, and the body is also moldy, and the tattered clothes make people shudder indescribably.
Faust was almost paralyzed with fright, but not to the point of being unable to escape, and he hurriedly retreated, but still did not break the spell that the silent and indescribable monster had cast on him.
Faust's eyes seemed to be covered by the orb of glass, and his eyes magically met those eyes without blinking.
However, Faust's eyes could not see clearly, but he still saw the terrible thing after he had been frightened. He wanted to raise his hand to block his view, but for a moment he was so frightened that his arm didn't listen to the call.
Instead, he lost his balance, and Faust took a few steps forward to avoid falling, and at this moment, he suddenly realized that the walking dead was so close to him, close enough that Faust could faintly hear his muffled breathing. That's what makes it miserable.
Everything around it began to crumble, and the monster was reduced to pieces.
When he came to his senses that he was standing at the entrance to Arkham, and everything that had been before seemed to be his hallucination, he was speechless in shock when he looked at his hands.
Wang Feng directly interrupted Faust's narration and looked at Faust in a panic: "What happened?" β
Faust sighed and hesitated, not knowing how to answer Wang Feng's question.
"Do you remember Arkham's MΓΆbius Ring?"
"Hmm!"
Wang Feng nodded, and he remembered this thing about Arkham vividly, after all, it was the nightmare he experienced for the first time.
"But does that have anything to do with what you said?"
"How is it not related? I suspect that the entrance to Arkham itself may be timely
The things we encountered at Arkham's gate before were not hallucinations, but a loop of time...... If we accidentally enter this cycle, we will experience it repeatedly. β
If Ruth hadn't told the two about the space-time tunnel, Faust might not have connected Arkham's matter with the space-time tunnel, and he didn't understand what was going on before, it was because he didn't involve that field, but now the field that both of them are involved in is naturally clear, and the doorway is there.
Wang Feng had this kind of conjecture before, but he didn't care about it at the time, he sighed: "The world is so big, there are no surprises. β
"I just told you that I saw a monster...... Do you know who that monster is? When I saw everything that was happening in front of me, I realized that the monster was me. β
Faust laughed and turned his head to look at Wang Feng: "You may not believe that I was scared by myself. β
"Is that monster you?"
Wang Feng couldn't believe it.
"Right...... The golden arch I saw before was actually a mirror, and the reason why it turned into a monster ......" Faust said here, and paused: "Actually, it's because of the space-time tunnel, because I entered the space-time tunnel and was seriously traumatized...... That's why I'm in that dizzy state, but because of my talent, I don't care about it...... I didn't notice that I was in a lot of holes...... If I didn't guess wrong, my body was slowly recovering...... And when those people saw me, they naturally thought I was a monster. β
Faust couldn't help but feel a little funny when he said this, if he never thought that he would become a monster before? But remembering what Ruth said earlier about the space-time tunnel, he suddenly became enlightened.
Wang Feng nodded, smiled slightly, and quipped: "How about turning into a monster?" β
"Isn't that good?"
Faust shook his head: "Not good! β
He squatted down, opened the door of the middle cabinet and took out a bottle of wine from inside, and after opening it, he raised the wine bottle and looked at Wang Feng: "Do you want to have some too?" β