The roaring bonfire in the fireplace warmed the small room. The walls on both sides of the room were leaning against the bookshelves, there were not many books on the shelves, and Wen Zhong was not in the mood to read them in detail. The only wall without bookshelves was a window, but it was pitch black and there was no view from the window. Through the middle door, you can see a log table and two chairs in the other half of the small space.

What really attracted Wen Zhong's attention were the three dolls standing in the corner. The appearance of the three dolls is very strange, there is a doll with nine tails, which is clearly a nine-tailed fox; Compared with the nine-tailed fox, the appearance of the other two dolls is completely the same style, and the whole body is covered with strange patterns. The most important thing is that the appearance of one of the puppets is seven or eight points similar to himself.

Just as Wen Zhong was staring at the puppet with doubt, the nine-tailed fox puppet actually came to life, and said angrily to Wen Zhong: "You bastard..."

But before she finished speaking, she stopped talking again, and shrank and squeezed towards the two puppets beside her. Wen Zhong turned around to take a look, only to see that the handsome blonde man Lawrence had already passed over him, sat straight on one of the chairs, and waved at Wen Zhong.

As Lawrence slapped the table, the surroundings suddenly fell off like ashes, and the room once again turned into an ordinary cabin, the only constant being the three dolls huddled in the corner. I only heard Lawrence sigh and say, "It seems that you really can't remember!" ”

Wen Zhong's face changed slightly, and he walked up to Lawrence and asked, "You know me too?" What's going on? ”

Lawrence leaned back in his chair and said, "I'll just say, tampering with memories is too unreliable." I don't really know much, I knew you were coming when Olivia threw these three dolls to me thirteen years ago. Your own business, you have to find it yourself. ”

"Thirteen years? What's going on? Wen Zhong was not attracted by Lawrence's words, but seized a time to ask.

Lawrence finally put away his smile, narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you know how fast your thoughts really are?" The thirteen years in my mouth are nothing but my time, and that place... It's hell! Go ahead, if you can bring Olivia back, you'll understand that your time is nothing but a dream! ”

After finishing speaking, Lawrence disappeared in front of Wen Zhong's eyes like this.

Wen Zhong took a deep look at the three little dolls that were a little familiar, turned around and walked towards the fireplace, and opened the door to that place according to Lawrence's method...

...

After watching Wen Zhong disappear into the light, Lawrence's figure reappeared. There was no longer that pleasant smile on his face, and it wasn't until the door closed again that he turned his gaze back to the three shrunken figures.

"Alright, now... Let's make a good show for those audience masters, Freddy doesn't do anything to let go of a monster who comes to find fault, this is not a good phenomenon! ”

Looking at the smile on Lawrence's face, the three puppets trembled even more...

...

"Ah——! Syllable! Syllable! With a terrible scream, Wen Zhong had already smashed through the roof with a perfect large font before he could react, and smashed it to the ground with an even more perfect large font.

He didn't expect that the exit would be in mid-air, and he was suddenly thrown into the air. Finally getting up from his dizziness, Wen Zhong had time to start looking at his environment.

First of all, strictly speaking, it was not a room that was smashed by yourself, but half a room. The situation here is just like the situation that the mountain ghost once unfolded in front of Wen Zhong's eyes, and there are constantly things slowly falling off and disappearing around him, and there are constantly new fragments to fill the void.

This half of the house that was smashed by Wen Zhong is a thatched house, and it seems that it should be an abandoned part of some ancient script. The surrounding environment often changes from time to time, and there is no law at all, which makes Wen Zhong a little dazed and doesn't know where to go.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the shoulder again, "If you want to find Olivia, you must first know what has happened during this time!" ”

Wen Zhong looked at the mountain ghost with some surprise and said, "Why are you here?" ”

But soon he realized that since the mountain ghost was now part of his consciousness, there didn't seem to be any problem with following him to appear in this place.

The mountain ghost could also feel the thoughts in Wen Zhong's heart, but he continued to say everything he knew about this ghost place in an indifferent tone.

As she described at the beginning, this place is 100% unfriendly to the data thrown here. But it's not just data that's being thrown into this place. Even a 'high-level intelligent life' like a mountain ghost, once it is discovered by the brain, it is also thrown to this place. Therefore, this place is not deserted, but those intelligent beings who have been thrown into this ghost place will not know where to hide in order to avoid the recovery of the light pillar.

In order to find out if the recycle bin has changed during the time Olivia was thrown into the recycle bin, or to find Olivia's whereabouts, it is necessary to find these sapient beings who survive in the recycle bin. To put it bluntly, this is a must-have plot for an RPG, looking for NPC dialogue.

Wen Zhong understood the meaning of the mountain ghost, but sadly found that in addition to knowing what he was going to do next, he didn't know which direction to go at all, because this place was too strange. One moment there can be seven suns in the sky, and the next two they can completely dissolve into pieces and disappear, completely devoid of any sense of direction or reference. Such an environment is such a tragic and inhumane thing for a protagonist who is a road idiot.

In such an environment, even the mountain ghosts can't provide much help. In desperation, Wen Zhong could only choose a direction with a high mountain at will, hoping that those intelligent bodies who were hiding would have a bad habit of living in seclusion in the mountains.

But after walking in this strange place day and night for thirty minutes, Wen Zhong soon realized that something was wrong. The mountain in the distance didn't seem to be getting closer, but seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

Also feeling Wen Zhong's doubts, the mountain ghost suddenly stopped Wen Zhong, "Don't move yet, I seem to have seen this scene before, let me recall." ”

Hearing the warning of the mountain ghost, Wen Zhong's heart suddenly froze, and he immediately stopped and looked around. The thatched hut behind him that had been smashed through by Wen Zhong didn't know when it had disappeared, and the ground and things around him were still falling into pieces, and some new fragments were filling the gap.

At this moment, the mountain ghost suddenly shouted: "The recovery pillar of light is coming!" Come on! Left! There's a phone booth there, run that way! ”

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