That's what happened before reaching the Sixth Enchantment.

Eight of the sacrificers remained.

I can't remember the reason for fighting, and I don't know the meaning of fighting.

There is no clue why we are here. And this status quo of being teased by the superior like a string-pulling doll is unwilling to be accepted by anyone.

But there is nothing to be done.

Soberness and chaos, loyalty and betrayal, truth and falsehood, fiction and reality.

When a person wants to find the truth, will he still accept the price of knowing the truth and the fact that the truth itself is painful?

Even so, there are still people who come and go to exchange a short period of sobriety for a lifetime of pain.

But until then, no one had told everyone in their presence that there had never been a price, whether it was the price of death or the price of awakening.

This is the unspoken rule of silence.

So, after this, a chaos was rightly triggered.

"Man's anger stems from the fear of his own incompetence. ”

Two-thirds of the way up the steps of the central spiral, Nebula read a passage like this, perhaps from the pages of a book.

The scene is still out of control.

Disorganized bullets, distorted gravitational fields, chaotic time, none of them matter.

Standing on a high vantage point, it looks like the Colosseum of ancient Rome, there is a group of addicts trapped in hallucinations, they either dance their teeth and claws at their companions or into the air, which makes people laugh funny. Their expressions were either frightened or vicious. It all looked like a horrible cult ritual.

Nebula just silently scanned the sentences on the page, insinuating. Frost Que stood with her, watching the absurd farce.

A beam of light was cast into the tower, exposing the ugliness and dirt inside the tower, and the light became sinful. ”

"To this day, I still have a hard time understanding what humans think. Frost Que suddenly spoke.

Nebula turned his head to look at her, his gaze swept up and down, as if looking at an inanimate object. She replied faintly:

"Rules are for those who apply to understand them, not for those who apply them. ”

"But the data is important. ”

If these words let you know what you once did, you don't know how to feel. ”

"Now I'm just a container for rules, and I don't have any extra feelings. Those things will get in the way of my exploration and guidance of the sacrificers. ”

"Bootstrapping? ”

Nebula turned her head and continued to fiddle with the flying pages. She no longer looked away, but asked one last question.

"Strip away the cloak of rules, do you really remember nothing about the past?"

"It's not a coat, it's a container. The inner me is no longer me, I only retain the character of this body, that's all. ”

With that, Frost Que continued to cast his bandaged gaze below the chaos.

Tao Zuo was clearly aiming in the direction of the nebula, but the bullet grazed Chonglin's left arm, and he cried out in pain.

"Wasn't it very united just now, and now is the time for infighting?"

Nebula's sarcastic and indifferent language reveals a problem:

What you see at this time is not the truth, and the choices you make at that time have led to the opposite consequences. Coupled with the weaving of the previously huge dream cocoon...... Holding his bleeding arm, Chonglin came to a conclusion.

Their memories are being altered every minute.

I believe that many people have realized it. But how can we escape this memory, which is manipulated by an invisible hand?

This force is like an invisible phantom in the darkness, invisible to the eyes and deaf, but it is real and wantonly fools everyone, making the panic more panic and the chaos more chaotic.

Chonglin decided to close his eyes.

On the sixth floor of the Clock Tower, after sacrificing five of his companions, the remnants he had gained were enough to expand his spiritual power to a certain extent. He truly felt that the so-called sixth sense was indeed a sense. Because even when he closes his eyes, he can perceive other people's thoughts as a solid state, floating around him.

Rather, after temporarily closing the vision, this feeling is clearer.

Chonglin has a hard time describing the feeling. In the darkness, everyone's thoughts are like a cloud of ethereal smoke and a living worm. They are constantly being changed by external objects, and they are constantly evolving themselves.

Some are orderly, some are disordered.

He knew that only those parts of disorder were spontaneous, the true self-thinking of each person.

As an abstract concept, it is difficult to concretize thoughts. Chonglin's talent is to have a sensory system that captures real-time thoughts, and only those thoughts that are broken and disordered, with only a few key words as prompts, are its original appearance.

Like a cipher, the owner of the mind can know the concepts it expresses. But if you pull them out and put them in front of outsiders, you may need some interpretation to understand what they mean – and sometimes even deviate.

For a long time, Chonglin has been training his ability to interpret and judge this information in a short period of time, but with little success. Even if the interpretation is complete, it is difficult to organize it into a language that is easy to convey and understand.

And there's no time—Nebula is ready to catch his broken thoughts at the moment, which only he understands. If she determines that a threat exists, it will be deleted or altered immediately.

"That's where the Guardians are. ”

Suddenly, he read a proposition—the idea of a very complete linguistic form. When I opened my eyes, I saw nothing in that direction. But when you close your eyes, the image of Jiang Shuo holding a short knife will appear.

He may have used his talents.

He stared at Shi Xue. And as a victim, she had no idea.

"It's safe here, I'm not threatened in any way. ”

It was the thought that came from her. Whether it is her or Jiang Shuo, as an individual's thinking, they are too straightforward. It's more like being implanted than spontaneous.

Chonglin rushed up, grabbed Shi Xue's hand and ran away quickly, bypassing the high platform in the field to avoid his sight.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard another voice like this.

"He's dangerous, he's going to hurt me. ”

This proposition appeared in Shi Xue's mind so abruptly. Chonglin looked at her in a panic, her gaze occupied by fear in an instant. Shi Xue's legs went limp, and she retreated again and again, as if she was looking at a strange dangerous person. Even if she slumped to the ground, she had to drag her body backwards with her arms.

"Don't come here!"

His heart trembled.

Even though that wasn't what she really thought of him, he still felt a pang of sadness.

He didn't know why he was like this. But he knew he had been noticed.

Chonglin felt a cold gaze behind him.

When she turned around, Shi Xue got up and ran away.

There was a surge between the two pairs of purple eyes.

"You've forgotten something important. ”

"Well, I know. ”

"Do you want me to help you remember?"

That's going to get interesting.

He could hear what she meant.

Moreover, she is not on that platform, it is just a false memory that she has implanted.

"Don't you think...... You borrowed a knife to kill people with clean hands, huh?"

He didn't say that. But apparently, she heard it in his head.

For a moment, Chonglin seemed to see some afterimages.

It was a very brief moment, and he even wondered if it was a delusion. In that moment, he saw not the anger of being revealed, nor the horror of escaping the facts.

It's a kind of nebula's identity.

A...... A sense of identification with something similar in the past. But, as if in retaliation for this peeping into privacy, she went on to do one thing.

The next moment, Chonglin's faint memory was awakened.

It's really very, very tiny memory, in the vast and majestic memory bank, just an insignificant little page, a page of illustrations in the corner.

But it is such a picture that finally completes the puzzle of memory, which lacks key parts, and gradually becomes clearer.

It's not the product of a nebula—she's just a tap in the billions of neurons, and the story is revealed in its entirety.

There was silence in the barrier, and the silent phantom captured everyone's soul.

The conjecture that made Koney extremely sad from the fifth layer was confirmed.

The second death is the reason for their existence.

"I don't know. ”

Frost didn't know if she was speaking to Nebula or to them.

"They have destroyed the pastoral land I have created, and it is no harm for me to destroy your barriers. You're just a referee, you shouldn't be involved in the game anymore after explaining the rules, are you?"

The guide did not speak. After a long silence, she spoke again.

"Is the restriction of known memories concealed or deceitful?"

"It's plunder. ”

There was once a man here who may have the power to crack the proposition of memory. But now, she's gone.

Yue Wange exchanged her life for the truth of the plunder, and Nebula also returned what Frost Que had plundered to them.

Concealment, or justification for deception—is it mercy or cruelty?

At least the original intention was never well-intentioned.

But memory is such a painful thing.

Chonglin turned his head stiffly and looked in Jiang Shuo's direction, his lips and teeth fluttering.

That person is a murderer, a murderer.

It's the one who killed himself.

The intermittent memory gave him a dull pain in his back.

It was where the blade had stabbed it.

"Why, kill me?"

This was not said by Chonglin, and he had not yet opened his mouth. He turned his head, looking for the source of the line that had robbed him.

It's snow.

Her gaze fell on Liu Xili in a trance, wanting to look directly, but dodging.

To make matters worse, Liu Xili reflexively took a step back.

What Shi Xue said is true?

Liu Xili, their best friend, is the culprit who caused Shi Xue's second death?

It's hard to accept.

"Isn't it...... My memory has been altered, and you didn't actually do anything to me, did you?"

Shi Xue comforted herself with such self-talk. Liu Xili continued to retreat and did not answer.

The distance between the two of them gradually lengthened, and Shi Xue wanted to chase after her, but chose to give up.

- To be continued -