Mirror, is an indispensable thing in people's life, when everyone looks in the mirror, looking at the other self inside, some people feel very bland, and some people, will feel very scary, especially close to the mirror, facing the mirror, don't want to do nothing, just face to face in the mirror when looking at their own eyes, the longer the time, the more panicked, as if it is really possible, the mirror of yourself, will climb out, and the real self, will go in, or, suddenly can't tell, is you looking in the mirror, or the person in the mirror is looking at you.

You look at the scenery from the bridge, and the people who look at the scenery look at you from upstairs, and the same is true;

The principle of the mirror is nothing more than the refraction of light and shadow, it is simple to say, but the thinking mode of people is not so simple, some people are relatively simple, but some people like to think more, the mirror side, is it also a world?

Zhao Zhu had doubted before that this world was the real world of science supremacy, or science, just a tributary of this world, the real mainstream, or a world created by God.

If this is not the case, why do so many great scientists devote themselves to theological research in the second half of their lives, whether they have discovered something or sensed something?

For example, Newton.

"Smack!"

There were cracks on the mirror, cracked together, as well as Zhao Zhu's own heart, he covered his chest and knelt down in front of the mirror, at this moment, Zhao Zhu felt in a trance, he couldn't even be sure, the picture he saw in the mirror before, whether it happened or not, that sentence, whether it was said or not.

This is a fake environment, and Zhao Zhu has always insisted that this is the concept of "fake environment", but after such a toss. It didn't take long at all, and Zhao Zhu's whole person was already a bit of a collapse.

Chen Yuxin, Qin Tiantian, Qingzi, Su Jin'er, and adding a square rhyme, although they can have some impact on Zhao Zhu's heart, but more of it comes from a pair of invisible hands, over and over again, plucking Zhao Zhu's heartstrings.

It's unreasonable. There is no scruples, but there is nowhere to be found, nowhere to be found;

Zhao Zhu clutched his chest and lay on the ground, and the broken mirror fell to Zhao Zhu's side, messing up the ground. Zhao Zhu felt that he had a splitting headache, and his whole person also fell into a state of confusion;

There is no goal. There is no direction, I don't know what to do, and I don't know how to do it.

It's a very contradictory state, but it's a very real state. It's a bit decadent, and it's a little sad.

Zhao Zhu suddenly clenched his fists and smashed directly on the glass beside him, and then a stinging pain came. That hand was already drenched in blood, but it brought Zhao Zhu a sense of pleasure. It seems that there is only a sting, as if only by hurting oneself can one get a little bit of the feeling that he still exists.

From the beginning of entering this mission world and being hit by a beam, and then struggling step by step from the weakest state, to climbing the cruise ship, and inexplicably entering this "fake environment", Zhao Zhu has been under great pressure from beginning to end, and the sky above his head has always been gray.

Zhao Zhu held a piece of glass in his hand, the glass piece was very sharp, Zhao Zhu put the tip on his wrist, intending to cut it.

It's going to hurt.

Definitely.

But pain is also a feeling, and it's better than being muddy now.

This is what Zhao Zhu is thinking now.

In the real world, many people like to self-harm and are happy to self-harm for this reason.

They can find their own unique pleasure from self-harm, which is incomprehensible to ordinary people.

However, Zhao Zhu still didn't cut the glass piece after all, but threw it aside, he got up again, walked out of this cabin, turned around, returned the same way, walked back to his cabin, pushed the door open, and the women inside were all gone, and I don't know if they went to other places, or if they just disappeared.

There is no point in dwelling on how they disappeared;

Zhao Zhu sat on the edge of his bed, took off his shoes, and lay down on the bed, the pillows folded and pressed under him, the light projected from the skylight above, and there were figures swaying from time to time.

After the initial irritability and pain, Zhao Zhu's heart finally began to fall into a state called "calm", but Zhao Zhu knew that this calm, like the fake environment he was in now, was also fake, just like the tranquility before the storm, like the return of the dead in the shore.

If you compare your current predicament to an enemy, this enemy is hit step by step with the help of the group leader, and then step by step into the quagmire.

Now, I'm about to be buried alive......

If he was at his peak when he entered this fake environment, Zhao Zhu believed that he would be much more confident and calm, at least not the idea of self-harm that would come to his mind like just now.

How naïve is that?

A spiritual enhancer, a tantric powerhouse, and a psychological researcher would actually have the idea of relying on self-harm to obtain pleasure!

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!

Zhao Zhu turned his head sideways and found that there were still a few books on the bedside table, Zhao Zhu picked up one casually, the cover was black, there was no word, and after opening it, he found that although the paper inside was very thick, there was no word, which was not called a book, it could be called a notepad, or a black copy.

Lowering his head, Zhao Zhu's hand couldn't help rubbing his temples, the feeling of irritability that had just gone down, and the urge to raise his head seemed to be there, Zhao Zhu had a feeling of helplessness in his heart, as if he was a person who had just breathed fresh air, and suddenly he was about to be stuffed into the water again, and next time, he should not have the opportunity to let himself stick his head out and take a breath.

Moved his hand away, put it in front of him, and looked at the lines in his palm, Zhao Zhu suddenly remembered something in his mind-Tai Ling Fu.

The Tai Ling Fu is the person who is used by the legendary gods to burn the quiet mind, the Tai Ling Fu that was used to burn the earth, was he got it from the mission world, or did he draw it himself?

But then I thought that in the memory picture, Gou Tu was able to see through five years, five years ago, I knew that Zhao Zhu would stand at the door of his kitchen five years later, stand at the door of the entrance, and stand next to Chen Yuxin, such a person, even in the era of genius explosion five years ago, Gou Tu is also a character who holds the bull's ear, and is regarded as the leading brother, such a stunning and glamorous character, it is not impossible to say that he can draw a Tai Ling Rune with his own ability and give it a certain amount of spiritual wisdom, it is not impossible, or even very possible.

In fact, Zhao Zhu also copied a Tailing rune in battle, but that Tailing rune is not as good as the real Tailing rune, it has nothing to show for it, and it can only exist for a moment, and it will disappear when it is used up.

Feeling that the feeling of irritability and headache that kept rising was getting worse, Zhao Zhu took a deep breath and began to draw the Tailing Rune.

Tailing Rune, painted with his own essence blood, Zhao Zhu's palm automatically broke open, blood flowed out, and began to draw talismans in the void;

However, just starting to write, Zhao Zhu felt that his heart was occupied by a burst of irritability and decadence, and at this time, it was a little impossible to draw the Heavenly Spirit Rune again, because without a calm state of mind, how could he create the charm of Tailing?

It's just that Zhao Zhu still hasn't stopped, and he doesn't know whether to move instinctively or mechanically, his hands are still drawing.

Gradually, the Tailing rune that Zhao Zhu had just drawn also began to take shape, but it was not light blue, but blood-red.

The real Tailing Talisman can suppress evil, seal all evils, and promote righteousness, but Zhao Zhu's current Tailing Talisman is to attract evil spirits, suppress goodness, and he is the source of all evil, constantly releasing all kinds of negative emotions, and constantly circling all kinds of cursed breaths.

However, Zhao Zhu was enjoying it, and at this time, Zhao Zhu's eyes also showed a look of disgrace, exactly the same as the moment when he saw the mirror broken, as if he was a person who had no love in life, as if a person who had lost confidence in life, was doing a very inconsequential thing.

This is also a state of distraction, no nostalgia, no goal, no everything, but it also forms another, weird ethereal.

Slowly, this so-called Tailing Fu began to become more and more plump, thicker, but also more and more and more contrary to the real Tailing Fu, reminiscent of Zhao Zhu's cultivation of the Buddha, the cultivation of the Ghost Face Buddha, it seems that this time the Tailing Fu really drawn with painstaking efforts will also become unique, and even a little ...... Deviant.

However, Zhao Zhu liked it very much, he immersed himself in this work, painted with his heart, and projected his spiritual perception and his current state onto this talisman.

If someone stands aside and looks at it at this time, they can clearly see that a floating rune pattern has formed an inextricable connection with Zhao Zhu's person, Zhao Zhu's hand has been put down, but the Tailing Fu is still continuing to improve himself, and Zhao Zhu's divine sense has been put into it, and he has begun to delineate and improve internally.

It is undoubtedly a very happy thing to be able to do something that you feel good in a state of despair, of course, this is also relative.

"Click"

A crisp sound came out, and the connection between Zhao Zhu and Tailing Fu was all broken, and Tailing Fu began to float and swim in front of Zhao Zhu, like a naughty child, and Zhao Zhu's face showed exhaustion, closed his eyes, rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and reopened them, with tiredness in his eyes, but under the tiredness, there was a rare clarity. (To be continued.) )