"It's not a reflection." Jack looked at me and repeated the phrase. "It's a real torch."

This confuses my mind. I couldn't help but cast a puzzled look at the fat man, and found that this thing was looking at me with a more blank gaze, and he couldn't wipe his face to ask Jack for a solution. But when he saw my expression, he simply looked away.

"It's like the fat man sees another, oh no, it's the other two himself. They are all real. ”

"How is this possible!"

"Blind cock bullshit!"

Jack ignored the voices of doubt and more skepticism, and didn't even look at me anymore, and certainly he didn't look at the fat man. Instead, he stared at the distant firelight.

"Yes, you saw the torches falling, and I saw the same. It's just a flashlight. The rope on the winch was very long, and I had expected to go down the rope, and in the process, I had the possibility and time to clear up some doubts. But the rope broke. ”

Jack's eyes were on the torches, but the eyes of me and the fat man were on his face. At this time, I saw Jack retract his gaze, his face turned to my side, and he didn't look at me, but at Tang Yumo in the middle of us.

"Frankly, I think the rope broke weirdly. It was an old rope, made of hemp and animal skins, and it was supposed to be strong. You know. Jack's gaze skipped over Tang Yumo and looked at me. I'm willing to take risks and prepare for the worst, but I still cherish my life. I won't send you to death for nothing. ”

My gaze turned to Tang Yumo, who was sleeping or unconscious, and my mood was extremely complicated. I don't know which of these two people to believe, or if it's just a misunderstanding. Of course, I prefer it to be a misunderstanding. Giving up on a teammate in desperation and killing a teammate with your own hands are two completely different concepts.

But I nodded and said, "I know." ”

What I do know is that Jack is a man who lives for his life. is a person who can let go and knows how to make trade-offs at critical moments. And nothing else.

"What about the rope? You should have landed with it. Just look at the broken rope to know the truth of the matter, she has no other tools, and the only way to break the rope is to use fire. ”

"I didn't find the rope. And you can see what is going on in this place. It cannot be inferred by common sense. It is true that I fell with the rope at the same time, but not necessarily at the same time. ”

Jack's words should be put on hold, and I don't have to wait for the fat man, I will spray him in the face. But at the moment, the fat man and I were silent.

"Wait a minute." I moved my numb ass as I sat down. "When I can move, I'll help you find it. This ghost place is not as big as May Fourth Square, so you can't lose a rope so long. ”

Jack moved his gaze to Tang Yumo's face again. "I hope to solve this mystery. Otherwise, there will always be such a time bomb around you, and you have to be afraid of what you do. It will add a lot of trouble to the road below. ”

I'm actually inclined to believe Jack. Because Tang Yumo had the motivation to do this. She keeps us from approaching the Gate of Eternal Life, especially after we have thoughts of destroying it.

"However, the person who most wanted to see another self did not fulfill his wish," Jack turned his gaze to the fat man, though more likely to look at the torch behind him. "It was seen by another unprepared person. You say, is it a sadness. ”

As he said that, Jack's gaze turned to my face again. However, Jack's words seem to be talking to himself. There is no extravagance to expect and wait for my response.

"As I understand it, this phenomenon. That is, the two selves that the fat man sees are the same person in different times or spaces. He finally knocked himself unconscious, which seemed to be more like a black hand of himself to another self in the same space and at different times. ”

"So Black Manro didn't come down!? He's still on it! My excitement was palpable.

Jack's speculation is arguably the best news at the moment, if it's true, of course.

"But who the fuck am I?!"

Apparently. Not everyone is excited about it. Fat people are a clear example of this. His tone was even maddened.

"If every single self I see is real, and I'm fucking knocking myself out, who am I? Which one am I? Which one is the real me! Yankee, what do you mean that there are three mes in the same space, and the ones that fall down should be three broken generals, maybe the top one with my head is not broken? Ignore that for now. Where am the other two? Yankee, don't fool me, you have to explain that you have come around me here! Otherwise, it's not over. ”

Jack had a look of embarrassment on his face, apparently forgetting that the fat man was not a vegetarian. This matter is left to me, and even if he can't explain it thoroughly, I can only consider myself unlucky. He was originally guessing about this, and there was really not much room for explanation, and the explanation was also speculation.

Looking at Jack's embarrassed expression, I felt sorry for him. But I didn't mix them up, and Jack's speculation was outrageous, but it was an explanation. And in the current situation, the more brain-opening speculation, the more likely it is to get closer to the truth.

Besides, God is the one who can explain the current situation. I didn't keep up with Jack's train of thought at all, so I had to straighten out his thoughts and figure out what he was thinking.

At this time, I remembered squad leader Liu, a person whose strengths and flaws were equally obvious. If he is here, with his extraordinary spatial imagination ability, he can definitely sketch a holographic three-dimensional topographic map for us. However, I fear that he has already broken down before that. Everything here is more metaphysical, and he believes in ghosts and gods, and he is very afraid of ghosts and gods, I am afraid that he will be scared to death.

At present, squad leader Liu is not in front of him, and Jack's explanation is too vague. He's even more worried than I am now, scratching his ears and cheeks trying to explain to the fat man. I was on my own, and I put all kinds of information and guesses together in my head, trying to sort out a clue.

First of all, the most reliable and clear clues are provided by fat people. This is his personal experience, without any speculation or conjecture, even some thoughts and opinions are the most real feelings of the person concerned. This is first-hand information, which can be used as evidence to prove all of Jack's guesses.

I quickly fell into deep thought, contrasting information and speculation in my mind, and began to form my own opinions.

Suddenly. A scream woke me from my contemplation. Too abrupt. As the three of us pondered individually, the sound of breathing and the burning of torches in the distance was clearly audible.

"Black Manroe!" It's a high-pitched female voice. (To be continued......)