Chonglin strode forward a few steps and stopped a hurried passerby.

Passers-by turned their heads.

Chonglin suddenly covered his mouth and nose, holding back a strong sourness from the bottom of his stomach.

The man had no face. And, gradually, he began to melt.

Yes, melt.

There was no scarlet blood, just the color of skin, and the candle at the same high temperature, glowing with bubbles.

The sound of melting flesh knocks on the eardrum.

The leg went limp, and Chonglin staggered away from it.

It's not true, he told himself.

This is indeed not true.

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in an anthill, which is probably what it means.

And this anthill is awake, himself.

In the dark, on the way to run, the flowers and plants on both sides of the road melted into the sand in an instant.

The pedestrians, in twos and threes, also dissolved and collapsed bit by bit as they had just done.

The sky is like the roof of a glass greenhouse, gradually spreading out a network of cracks.

The buildings on both sides began to shake again and collapsed.

Everything changed dramatically in an instant.

With the fragmented landscape, his memory became clearer.

The wreckage of buildings was constantly falling from the sky, and he had to do his best not to let them hit him.

If you are touched, will you die?

He didn't know. But he knew he didn't want to die.

At least not yet.

Albeit...... Maybe not, but the vibrations caused by the moment they touch the ground will also interfere with Chonglin's movement.

The road ahead had collapsed, creating a bottomless ravine.

He knelt on the edge and looked down with trepidation.

Bottomless, pitch black.

Suddenly—in the blink of an eye—his place collapsed.

Chonglin fell.

The feeling of weightlessness is so real, yet so unreal.

It feels like ...... When I was a child, I dreamed that I was falling from a height.

Yes, dreams.

As if he was being confined by a heavy object, he was sinking.

The air was cold, and occasionally one or two debris of construction skipped from view, like a free bird.

And he kept falling.

In the wind like peeling back the flesh, there is endless darkness around you, except for the rich cold like the deep sea.

He felt like a leaf in the wind and rain, torn and crumbling by the wind.

All physiology is limited at this time, only the senses become so sensitive and so real.

During the fall, it became difficult to breathe. The intense feeling of suffocation made him have nowhere to escape, but the extreme lack of oxygen in his brain did not make him unconscious, on the contrary, he was awake.

This current of air penetrates the body like a pair of hands, as if they are comforting something.

But it's terrifying.

It's like a hungry wolf licking its prey.

What is he afraid of?

Death?

Probably not.

What is terrible is not death itself, but the fear of the unknown and the loneliness that it has engraved in the marrow of human beings.

"Are you going to die? ”

An emotionless female voice asked.

Chonglin turned his head sideways with difficulty. Falling with him was a woman with long gray hair.

He seemed to have heard it somewhere, and had seen her somewhere.

The woman also has no face.

Wrong.

He looked hard, but she just didn't have eyes. Except for the bloodless lips, the contours of the woman's facial features are clearly visible.

It's not without eyes, either. It's just that her eyes are tightly wrapped in bandages.

Chonglin felt that he was at a critical point.

Once you cross this line, you trigger something that can no longer be undone.

But in fact, it seems to have happened.

The only choice is whether he admits it or not.

The darkness began to crumble.

From the bottom of the abyss, something fell off.

The light is like a fine vine, climbing and spreading frantically.

And just like that, he fell into the light.

Memories flood in like marquees, ignoring the wishes of their masters, and just pouring out of the depths of their minds.

In the midst of the jumble of images, there is a voiceover that does not belong to them.

"You won. ”

Chonglin opened his dry eyes—he finally realized what it was like to have lead in his eyelids, which is often described in literature.

The head hurts and heavily.

It's like having a long dream. The dream was not over yet, and he was woken up in a state of deep sleep.

Chonglin tried to look in the direction of the voice just now.

A woman, with her head bowed and her waist bent, her hands on her thighs, was also scrutinizing him.

The neat suit is very appropriate, and people can see at a glance that it is custom-made.

It is somewhat similar to the woman in the dream, but it is not the same. She was tall, with a very thin face and slightly high cheekbones, revealing a sharp and mean look.

In comparison, her hair was also short, just as it hung down over her shoulders. The hair quality is a little poor, with obvious signs of perm, and there are irregular curls. Her rinsed hair had faded, and between the stiff gold and brown was mottled with the once purple patches.

Her eyes are also purple and beautiful.

It's just not as bright as an amethyst, and not as vivid as a wisteria.

Her eyes were cold and tired, with a strong sense of burnout.

Her name is Nebula. He knew the name.

Everyone knows the name.

This is the true face of the superior in that false world, which cannot be captured but is everywhere.

It's exactly the same, how ruthless.

The three words that Nebula just said were to Frost Que. The man just stood at a distance.

That's the woman who frequently appears in the community of memory.

It's not so much a station as a float.

She hovered above like a ghost, her eyes tightly wrapped in white bandages, just like in her dreams.

Raise your head, and above you is an endless arc of stars. It's a bit like the ceiling of a stargazing platform, and it's like the dome of a church.

Vast and distant.

However, there is a broken hollow on it, which is very large. The magnificent dome is pure black outside, with the occasional bizarre arc-shaped object passing by from different angles.

It was a jagged wheel-shaped metal, like the rings of satellites.

The floor is mirrored, reflecting everything in the starry sky.

The reflection projected by the metal ring on the ground is not centrally symmetrical, but axisymmetric. This is the reason for judging that the zenith is arc-shaped.

And again, because of a subtle wide-angle field of view. The outer end of the night was pulled and distorted, and the fine stars dragged out a subtle trail.

And determine if there is a sphere here, at least they are in the position of the hemisphere.

So it's a plane, as the ancients knew, the hemispherical sky clinging to the flat earth.

There is a spiral staircase in the center, and at the top is an astronomical telescope.

Yes, this is an observatory.

It is also the centerpiece of a giant planetarium.

Such a judgment can be made.

The first to regain consciousness should be Jiang Shuo.

Because ah, he was so agile to rush forward from behind Chonglin, who had not yet stood up.

The blade slashed from under Nebula's waist toward his right shoulder.

It's a delay of less than a second. There was no sound of cloth cutting, and no blood spraying.

There was only a sound like glass breaking.

The image of the nebula dissolves into a puddle of debris, falling one by one into the clean, mirrored floor.

The remnants were not splashed, but silently engulfed by the plane. It's like the petals of a flower silently sinking into the water, and there is not the slightest ripple.

Then, she appeared in the exact opposite direction. It's as if the person just now is the mirror image of this side.

"Give it back to me. ”

It's ultramarine's voice.

Give her back to me.

It is a familiar voice to every listener present.

Calm, composed, composed.

with forbearance of anger.

"I have created a beautiful pastoral garden for you, but you have destroyed it. ”

In response to her, Nebula was more calm, calm, and composed tone.

with potential complaints.

"Don't be arrogant, what do you think you are, the creator god?"

Jiang Shuo's voice trembled a little.

The feelings mixed in this sentence are so subtle that he can't describe it himself.

It's as if you see your flower bloom and then wither.

You see your candle burning, then extinguishing.

You see everything in you flourish and then decay at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was a heart-wrenching sense of disparity.

The little match girl finally went peacefully to sleep and to die in the warm light of the fire, under the illusion of beauty.

Sadly, they opened their eyes soberly after disillusionment.

Continue to face the bloody truth.

He looked at Koney, who responded with the same sad gaze.

Anseong is indeed no longer here.

The cruelty of the world has never been unpossessed, but the merciless plunder that has been mercifully given.

You get it and you lose it. What is lost is more than what is gained.

Immediately after, a bullet hit her.

There was another sound of glass breaking. Then came the cold face from another angle.

"Looks like we've all been tricked by that woman. ”

Tao Zuo skillfully loaded the gun. As expected, the sound of shattering was endless.

He knew it was useless, just to vent the feelings that had been teased.

In the continuous sound of gunshots and the friction of glass, Chonglin finally understood why until the moment before waking up from his dream, Shi Xue was so clear, but he was still resisting self-deception.

The calyx of the world is the well-known calyx.

Anseong of that world did not leave Jiang Shuo either.

Nanxuan and Changsheng in that world are still alive.

Liu Xili in that world is still a friend.

However, that insignificant resistance is nothing but a futile struggle, and everything is in vain.

Illusions will eventually come to naught.

Frost watched everything silently.

"My ...... Where's my baby? Where's Yue Wange?"

Gu Qiancheng's hair was very messy, and his delicate and complicated clothes were full of tattered marks. She was prostrate on the ground, no longer strong. This beautiful dream has been going on for so long that the line between reality and illusion has blurred.

She just asked, dejected, a question that no one wanted to know the answer to.

Nebula reappeared in the same condescending posture, and she stood in front of her.

"Dead. ”

It's just two simple words.

- To be continued -