What kind of scene is this?

Ian found that he could not accurately describe it in any language......

When the two worlds overlapped, from the realm of the soul to the top of the World Table, the void in the middle became neatly stacked pieces of paper—a stack of pictures depicting a panorama of the world.

The drawings were both real and illusory, and he could look directly at the top piece of paper and flip through them page by page as if he were reading a book, or he could go through all the pictures he didn't want to see and go straight to the one at the bottom.

Ian felt that it seemed like a picture book, one so big that he couldn't even see the whole picture.

He stared at the album spread out on the world's long table as if fascinated, flipping through the pages until he noticed that the contents of each adjacent picture were extremely similar but had very subtle differences, and he finally realized that the pictures in this album seemed to record a gradual process.

"It's too big......

He vaguely began to understand what the album meant, but when he tried to look through the entire album, he found that his "eyesight" was so poor that he couldn't see the whole picture of the album at all.

So, he chose to settle for the next best thing, and his gaze fell through the layers of clouds and clouds, focusing on a fisherman in his thirties on the east coast.

There was no special reason, and in order to confirm his conjecture, it was just a random test item that he had chosen.

Gazing at the subject, he artificially circled a range across the entire world atlas, within which he reached out and flipped through nearly all the pages, fixing his gaze on the bottom one.

The bottom one, on top of which is a very warm picture. A newborn baby was held in the arms of a bearded, middle-aged man with his big thick hands, who smiled and looked at the woman who had just given birth on the bed beside him, chanting the name he had given for the child.

"Norris. ”

Ian whispered the name he had heard from the picture, and moved his finger slightly, causing the album he had lifted to fall page by page, and in an instant, the original frozen picture began to come to life, and as the pages of the album flashed in front of Ian's eyes one by one, the baby in the picture began to grow up!

At the age of three, the child in the painting lost his mother, and at that time he was still ignorant, completely unable to understand why his mother could not sleep, and why his father cried so sadly.

At the age of six, Norris began to learn to take care of himself, and he is pictured in the picture of him using his young hands to handle various tools and care for his father's return from fishing.

At the age of fourteen, the little boy grew into a young man, who longed for adventure and dreamed of becoming a chivalrous ranger, but because of his father's sudden illness, he finally gave up these dreams and took over the steel fork and fishing net, which he once hated the most.

At the age of sixteen, a young man tanned by the sun fell in love for the first time, and he fell in love with a girl from a civil family, but he did not dare to tell the other party at all, he felt that he was not worthy of the other party as a fisherman, but every time he went to the street where the girl always passed, he felt that he was satisfied.

At the age of seventeen, the young man finally mustered up the courage to crappy his beloved girl, and the silly appearance made the girl laugh. Since then, they have had a lot of contact with each other, and they seem to have become a pair of friends who talk about everything.

At the age of twenty, the boy who grew into a young man fell out of love. On the day he mustered up the courage to confess, his beloved girl announced that she was going to get married, and she was going to marry a capable old man who he couldn't reach anyway, a handsome young talent, and he was just a person to talk to in the eyes of the other party.

Thirty-four years old, this is the middle page of the book, and it is also the first page that Ian sees. Norris sat alone on the shore and looked out into the distance, having spent fourteen years in a daze since the girl he loved, married. In the past fourteen years, his father did not survive the torture of illness and passed away, and he never looked for other girls after that, fished and sold, looked at the open sea, drank and slept, and lived the simplest and most regular life for fourteen years.

His past life ends before this image, because the page in front of Ian's eyes represents his "present".

This is the middle page of the album.

And half of it.....

Realizing this, Ian took a deep breath.

The fingers moved a few more points, and the animation of the page turned began to play out Norris's life again, a life he had not yet begun at the moment.

Thirty-five days of peaceful life passed, and the distant sea in Norris's eyes began to ripple. Throughout the picture, a huge whirlpool is churning with water, surging from the edge of the picture towards the center of the picture!

"Morbius!"

Adam, who had finally found a clue, widened his eyes and quickened the speed at which he tossed the pages. The frozen images are coherent, the panicked fisherman is turning to flee for his life, behind him is the red and black demon floating from the sea and swimming to the land, and the waves as high as mountains are coming in the distance!

As the pages turned, the serpent poked its head out of the waves and roared at the fleeing people, and the panicked fisherman fell to the ground in fright, and then hurriedly got up again, and continued to run towards a certain block in the city.

The demons of the sea began to land on land, and the panicked fisherman dodged wave after wave of demons and finally reached the most important place in his heart.

The page turned, and a luxurious mansion appeared on a new page, which was the girl's residence, to be precise, the girl's residence with her husband. Norris in the painting doesn't seem to know why he came here at such a life-and-death moment, he didn't think too much, he just followed his instinct to come here, wanting to remind the girl of his first love to run for her life, because the demon had already rushed out of the sea.

The owner of the mansion appeared on the screen, and after fourteen years he had become a little rich, and he was no longer as handsome as he used to be. In front of the fisherman's eyes, he kept waving his hands and commanded his servants to pack up their belongings and prepare to flee for their lives.

The iron door of the house was open, and in a series of dozens of pages, the fisherman was looking for the trace of his first love, until a bewitching woman appeared at the side of the capable old man in the drawing, and took the old man's arm.

It was the mistress of the mansion, but she was not the woman the fisherman knew.

Another page turned, and the woman appeared. She was dressed in an old maid's attire, with her head bowed humbly, looking shabby and pitiful. This woman in her thirties is no longer the beautiful girl she used to be, her hands are full of calluses, her hair is messy and dirty, and her face has a few more scratches that have long since been scabbed, and she has completely lost the happy and beautiful appearance she had at the wedding.

The fisherman froze.

Dozens of pages of images were flipped over, and he didn't make the slightest movement.

However, Ian was still flipping through the pages, he was supposed to be looking for clues about Morbius, but at the moment he couldn't help but want to know the future of this randomly selected "test object".

Seventy-two pages fell, and the fisherman who was standing there moved, and he took a step, and with each passing page he approached the capable master whom he had thought he would never dare to approach.

The pages were falling faster and faster, and Ian was still holding less and less paper between his fingers, and the fisherman in the picture finally raised his fist, and on the penultimate page, he smashed his fist into the face of the mighty man.

Seeing this, Ian pinched the last piece of paper, sighed softly, and lowered the lid on it.

That's the last painting.

The fisherman fell in a pool of blood......