The fire was still burning at my feet, igniting the fallen leaves on the ground, making a "crackling" sound, getting bigger and bigger, and it seemed that it was about to burn to my body, but I did not dodge, because I had lost the courage to live, and my body was enveloped by a strange cold, like falling into an ice cave. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Wait a minute...... Cold? I'm next to the flames right now, could it be that something is wrong with my senses? I gritted my teeth and put my hand into the burning flame, and the flames instantly surrounded me, but I didn't feel any pain, and my hands weren't deformed by the burning, as if the flames weren't there.

Thinking of this, I calmed down again, and I think I already knew what this forest was all about.

It's a labyrinth, but it's not in reality, it's in my consciousness.

In the story that the girl told us, the young man named Night Raven said that in fact, the maze does not have to be made of matter, and the things it traps are not necessarily just matter, and the real maze master can use some special methods to guide the person step by step into the labyrinth of his consciousness.

A philosopher once said that if arranged and combined in a certain way, the labyrinth will also have its own consciousness.

In fact, his words are lies, or rather, we do not understand the true meaning of this sentence.

It is impossible for a labyrinth to have consciousness, and the consciousness of the labyrinth is the consciousness of people, so this forest is myself, or rather, my consciousness.

Now that I think about it, why did that madman speak such standard Mandarin, and why did he know so many things, because he was originally a product of my consciousness, and everything he knew was everything I knew.

Whether it is Lian Po, the old Taoist, Xiao Zhang, and the words in "One Hundred Years of Solitude" he quoted, and even his explanation of the essence and projection, they all existed in my consciousness before, if I hadn't heard the story told by my sister, hadn't read the description of Lian Po in the history books, hadn't seen the old Taoist, hadn't seen "One Hundred Years of Solitude", then all this would not have happened at all.

Different people, going to the same forest, will encounter completely different things, depending on the amount of information stored in their brains.

That madman undoubtedly wanted me to die very badly, there seemed to be a lot of things in this forest that could kill me, whether it was the vine that pierced Lian Po, or the short knife in his hand, or the bizarre purple flame, any of them could kill me, but he didn't, because he couldn't, everything in this forest was fake, only I was real, and only I could kill me.

He knew my deepest and deepest fears, so he created these illusions in order to push me to the brink of collapse step by step, to make me give up the will to live, and let me end my life.

So, I didn't need to be afraid of him, because he had no way to threaten me at all.

"It's not what you think," the madman knew what I was thinking, "I'll admit you're thinking interestingly, but do you know why humans can imagine?" ”

"Everything you can understand is a combination of experience, cut, and transformation," he continued, without waiting for me to answer, "for example, you know what a dog is like, and you know red and green, and you have seen a red dog, and I tell you that there is a dog that is green, and you can imagine it, but if I tell you that there is a dog that is a color other than the one you have seen, can you still think of it?" No one has described it, no one has seen it, how can you imagine it? The so-called morning fungus does not know the obscurity, the cockroach does not know the spring and autumn, and the summer insect cannot speak ice, which is the case. ”

"You think I can only express what you know, but you don't know because you can only see what I express what you know, and the other parts, like seven dimensions beyond three dimensions, are folded," his eyes were like two bottomless whirlpools, I looked away, not daring to look at him, "how do I tell a blind man the colorful colors, how do I make a newborn baby understand the beauty of a poem?" ”

What he says is false, don't believe it, don't believe it, I keep repeating this sentence in my heart.

"I can make a simple proof in a way that you understand, I can do something that you can understand, but you can't do," the madman still didn't hesitate, "I can prove that one plus one equals two, do you want to see it?" ”

"I'll go to your grandma's!" I couldn't hold back the chill in my heart any longer, so I scolded and turned around and ran, but the man didn't stop me, just stood there quietly and said softly, "Run, run, don't you understand, don't you know what this place is?" You can't escape, you can't escape......"

I was frantically moving my legs while swearing swear words that even I couldn't understand, my mind was blank at the moment, and there was only one thought in my mind, which was to get out of here, if I continued to be in this place, I would definitely be killed by myself, and now I was starting to feel a little mentally abnormal.

With a loud bang, I hit the tree, the miner's lamp on my head shattered, and the darkness swept over me like a flood, engulfing me in an instant, I reached for the bright flashlight in my backpack, but found that there was nothing behind me, my bag of equipment had been hung up by the branch when I ran, and now I had nothing but the spear in my hand, not even bullets.

I crouched down in pain, buried my head between my legs, shivering, and at this moment, I was like a fish locked in a pressure cooker, wrapped in darkness, fragile and helpless.

A reddish light lit up not far away, flickering, it was a red candle, in the hands of a person, the red candle flame, like a remnant of hope.

I plucked up my courage and walked over to the man, and he turned his head, and I saw the face again, and it was mine. His face was now twisted in pain, and his other hand had been covered by the candle, and the flames had already scorched his flesh, but he still did not remove his palm, for he was afraid that a gust of wind would suddenly blow the candle out.

The desire for light surpassed everything, and there was no fear in my heart, only extreme longing, so I made an absurd request to him, "Can you give me your candle?" ”

"Who are you?" He lowered his head and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead on the back of his hand.

"I am...... Xiao Li. I didn't expect him to say that, so I was stunned for a moment and subconsciously replied.

"Are you really yourself?" Another madman, all the people I met here were insane.

"I'll give you my candle, don't let it go out...... I didn't expect him to hand me the candle, I took it, and I saw him suddenly fall to the ground, writhing in pain, countless whiskers pierced his flesh and stretched out, and again, this was already the third person, turned into a tree in front of me.

It all happened so suddenly, I had no preparation, I could only watch it happen, I looked at the candle in my hand, it was the only light source in this darkness, it was my hope.

A gust of wind blew, extinguishing my last hope.

"You're going to let him go out after all......" the tree shook and said in an almost frantic voice, "there's no hope, you can't escape, you can't escape......"

I screamed, groping my way through the darkness, the clutter of vines on the ground tripping me over and over again, the thorns and branches piercing me with blood, but I didn't care, there was always a voice in my head telling me, run, run, live, live.

"You can't escape......" Sharp laughter came from all directions, like the cry of evil spirits in hell, and the darkness around me was like a giant palm holding me tightly, and countless monsters lurked in such darkness, they came from the deepest fear in my heart, thirsting for my vulnerability, I couldn't stop, because once I stopped, I would be torn to pieces by these monsters, and I seemed to hear the "click" of their teeth crushing my bones.

The trees in the forest slowly thinned, and the hazy moonlight shone down from the night sky, and then I realized that I had come to a new place, or rather, a new forest, in which the land and trees were dark black, full of the stale smell of death, and devoid of life.

Directly in front of me was a towering tree, long dead, its black trunk reaching out to the sky like a giant twisted hand, as if pleading, struggling, it was the most perfect sculpture in the world, showing all the pain, darkness, scorching and brokenness with unattainable power.

What really attracted me was that at eye level, a large piece of bark had been scraped off, revealing the white-flowered trunk inside, which seemed to have words engraved on it, and I thought it was a signal from someone who had left it for me, so I ran over.

Once again, I was disappointed, and the trunk was engraved with a passage, and I could see the anxiety and despair of the person who carved it.

Fear is a beast that lurks in the dark.

Hatred grows like a vine of madness.

Light is a shadow of darkness,

The Fall is perfect salvation,

Do you feel fear,

Fear and thirst drink you,

Do you feel depressed,

Suppressing and tearing you,

Are you angry,

Anger controls you,

Do you feel lonely,

Loneliness occupies you.

So you have to keep laughing,

Laughing hysterically,

laughed so much that my ribs were broken,

Laughing and squirting blood on the ground.

The body is not in the coffin,

Corpses dance in the air,

The world of absurdity......

This passage was the last straw that crushed my spirit.

I went completely insane, looked up, and laughed hysterically.

"Xiao Li?!" A blinding light came through, and then I heard this very familiar voice.

"Xiao Zhang, are you still alive?!" I threw myself at him, grabbed him, and wiped him with snot and tears.

"It's okay, it's all over......" Xiao Zhang gently patted me on the shoulder, and then showed me a bitter smile, "What the hell are you howling in the middle of the night?" ”

I choked up and couldn't stop crying.

Hopefully this is the end of it all.