The ground beneath his feet was a little damp and waterlogged, and not far from the garbage heap, a few dirty wild cats were feasting around a bag of scattered cat food.

The sun was strong in the sky overhead, and on either side were small seven-story buildings with slightly old and dilapidated walls, on which I don't know whether they were sketched by hippies or children with markers.

"die!"

"the white pig!"

"Long live gay!!" And so on, all kinds of graffiti are all over the wall.

It may have just rained, and there is a sound of rain ticking around from nowhere.

Behind him was a busy New York street, with car horns and engines roaring, and the sound of music faintly heard deep in the alley ahead, the slow and hoarse tune seemed to be a blues song.

All of them speak of the truth and nature of this place.

However, the True Eye is unlikely to indicate that something is wrong, and everything in front of you seems to be normal, but in fact it is false.

Standing quietly at the exit of the alley, Charles frowned and slowly retreated, trying to get out of all the illusions, but until he exited the alley, there was no hint of leaving the place called Gabriel's illusion space.

"Why did a Gabriel suddenly pop up for no reason? What the hell is this place? ”

He was quite puzzled by this, and he couldn't figure out how everything in this space came to be, and after observing for a while, he wanted to teleport and escape, but after several experiments, he didn't get anything.

He turned around and took a taxi and circled the city in a big circle, but he didn't get away with it either.

Everything in the eyes, including passers-by, shows that it is fake, but if you greet them, you will find that this kind of dummy is not actually "fake" at all.

"Which direction are you saying Manhattan is in? Sorry, I only know how to get around Queens, but if you can tip me a little, then I can think about it, or you just call a taxi driver? Taxis are not very easy to get during this time. ”

The fat black aunt in front of her was chattering, and she had just come out of the supermarket with a bunch of vegetables in her hands. His expression and demeanor are no different from those of normal people.

If it weren't for Charles's summoning of the Night, he would probably have thought that his True Eye was wrong again.

Eventually, he had to go back down the alley.

Whatever his purpose was, at this moment, it was the right thing to get out of this inexplicable illusionary space.

As the afternoon sun shrouded in, I walked into this dirty alley, crossed the garbage heap where no stray cats had stopped, and turned a corner to see a remote clearing surrounded by buildings.

In the clearing, a few Harley-Davidson motorcycles were parked, and a group of hippies in strange clothes and messy hairstyles were gathering together, swaying wildly to the music on the radio.

"What for?" He asked in a stiff tone.

It's also fake, so Charles doesn't care about its attitude, but even if it's a dummy, sometimes it has a role.

"I'm looking for Ajay." He said.

To say that no one knows that he came to New York, so it is probably impossible for him to encounter him at the moment, so what is so special about this place other than him?

Apparently the stowaway with special means.

If any clues can be found, it will probably have to start with him.

……

The big man in front of him didn't say anything else after hearing this, nodded at him, and led him to a middle-aged white man in a gray coat behind the group of thugs, and this one, the real eye, showed a real person.

Brown-haired, blue-eyed, thin, the smuggler in front of him was leaning against the door of a yellow taxi with his chest crossed, and when he saw the big man bringing people here, he frowned obviously, and then said angrily: "What are you doing?" You don't want to smuggle too, do you? ”

Obviously not quite right, Charles squinted, muttered a few times under the inexplicable gaze of the two, and then snapped his fingers in front of the stowaway's eyes.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing this, the big man next to him directly raised his hand and grabbed Charles's shoulder, but unfortunately the outstretched hand did not succeed in touching Charles, and it had already turned into a lump of ice.

Then there was his mouth, his legs, his whole body.

The effect of the "full fire" Frozen Eye is very powerful, and in the face of such "ordinary people", if they have no scruples, it only takes a moment to completely freeze it.

In the blink of an eye, the big man was frozen into a sculpture, and the group of thugs behind him followed suit, turning into a group of ice sculptures in strange postures. In the remote and dark field, it emits a burst of cold air.

The process only takes a few seconds, and it can be said to be very fast.

Charles looked last at Ajay, who had been mentally retarded.

"What happened?" He asked.

The other party did not answer immediately, but looked at the gangsters with a look of fear: "What's wrong with them?" ”

"They're hot, so cool them down."

Charles's answer was very perfunctory, but under the effect of the spell, the one in front of him nodded clearly, no longer afraid, looked at Charles, and asked suspiciously, "What are you asking?" ”

"About smuggling."

"You want to go to hell?" Ajay froze, then turned and left, "I'd love to help you, let's go." ”

If it was the real situation, Charles would naturally not refuse, but now that he was in an illusion, he didn't think that the other party's ability would still take effect, so he hurriedly stopped him.

"I'm asking, why did you have a strange look on your face when you heard this word before?"

"Because there are too many people."

Ajay replied, looking distressed, "Three or four, two or three a day, to tell you the truth, I'm a little too busy and tired, but it's a pity that this is our family's talent, and we can't hire assistants." ”

"It's always been like this?"

"Not really." The other party said knowingly: "About five days ago, there were suddenly more people, and it used to be good to have a business come to the door every week." ”

As he spoke, he smiled proudly, "But it's okay like this, although it's tiring, but it's a lot of money." Do you know how much I've earned in total? ”

Without waiting for Charles to respond, he stretched out two slaps and gestured: "Ten million dollars, plus several special treasures." ”

"Look at this ring, with it, my insomnia is no longer a problem, you look at this belt again, this thing can increase that aspect, hehe, very effective ......"

The mentally handicapped version of the stowaway speaks and shows off one item after another, but in Charles's eyes, all that is shown is fake.

Looking at each other with pity, Charles didn't bother to remind. Instead, he asked a few other things.

Then he was pretty sure of one thing.

That's this particular vision, and it's been going on for five days.

Or rather, the other party thinks that five days have passed.

Five days ago, only one special thing happened - a guy in a plaid suit found a stowaway and wanted to enter purgatory, but he didn't negotiate it because of the price.

Whether or not this is the reason for the appearance of the illusion, Charles does not know, after observing the environment here, he is also very wise to ignore it for the time being.

In fact, if he wants to get out of here, he can actually try another way, that is, to see if he can enter the world of a song of ice and fire, if he can enter, he will naturally be able to escape.

In the end, however, Charles did not choose to do so.

Not because of the problems that might be exposed, but because of his stat bar.

At this moment, in this special world, the stay time at the bottom of his attribute bar did not even move.

This means that time here stops, or passes very slowly.

"But I really ......"

This strange ability is really puzzling, but at this moment Charles suddenly changed his mind - if time is really suspended here, then, can he use this characteristic to do something?