"So, whose consciousness are we in?" Luca's sentence, although interrogative, was more like talking to himself. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"In that reception room just now, there was only Taylor except us. Crete is not an affirmative answer, at best it is a well-known clue.

"Taylor, no way!" shut up and shook his head desperately, "Look around, such a complete consciousness space is not at all something that an ordinary person can have!"

"What is a normal person like?" asked Ollie.

"The space of consciousness of ordinary people, at best, is some fragments of thinking and memory, and it is impossible to make up these things: the ground, the sky, the buildings, and the mountains over there. It's in the open air! You know it's in the open air, even in the Archmage's head, there's no such big place!"

"None of that is left to chance, but the most important thing now is, how do we get out?" Lukka asked, not dwelling too much on what he couldn't figure out for a while, but turning to more realistic questions.

Crete pointed to the mountain peak in the distance: "In that direction, there seems to be some building on the mountain, and I see something different over there." ”

"Something different?" Lukka asked, the phrase vague and not at all like what Cretan had spoken.

"I can't see clearly, it's just some blurry images. Crete said as he plucked his eyes and wiped them carefully with his handkerchief.

This action reminded Ollie: "Aren't you short-sighted, how can you see so far away?"

"The space here doesn't seem to be the same as the outside, and the distance is not a fixed value," Luca was keenly aware of the anomaly this time, "For example, I can now see the decoration on the door of the house that looks far away, but the painting on this wall three meters in front of me is blurry no matter how you look at it." ”

"That's right, what can be seen here is not determined by distance, but by how deep the memory or thoughts of the owner of this consciousness space are. Shut up and said.

"Anyway, let's go in that direction, right?" Ollie pointed with his greatsword in the direction Crete had said.

"Yes!" Lukka nodded, adding in a whisper, "It should be...... yes......"

Whether this direction is right or wrong, it is better to have one direction than to crash like a headless fly, and the seven of them immediately began to move their steps.

The length of the distance under your feet also seems to be different: it may take you half an hour to walk a few steps when it looks like a few steps, and a building that seems to be at the end of the world is almost hit by a few steps at a sprint.

Lukka was now parked in front of such a building.

It was a small two-story building, made entirely of red brick, a material that was uncommon in the Sunset Islands, and Lukka had only seen a lot of red brick in Twilight, where the Golden Tooth shop was located. Such a building should be expensive, but the overall appearance is not excessively luxurious.

If it weren't for the pale golden shimmer of the entire building, Luca would have thought it was a real building.

Originally, it was not very wise to enter the interior of the building casually in such a place. But just a few steps down the ground, on both sides of the road, at some point, two rows of towering cliffs appeared. If he didn't want to turn back, the only direction Luca could go now was the gate of this small building.

Just as he hesitated to push the door open, a little boy's voice rang out beside him.

"Are you here to visit my father?" the little boy looked like he was about six or seven years old, with a freckled face and short dark brown hair. He was also surrounded by a pale golden shimmer, which was obviously also an unreal image in this space.

"Uh...... Yes. Lukka climbed the pole.

"Then you come with me!" the boy opened the door and walked into the study with Luca and the others.

"Daddy, Daddy, there's a guest looking for you!"

The man in the study stood up and walked to the door to greet him. His appearance is not as vivid as that of a young boy, except for the dark brown hair that is more striking than the boy, but his appearance is vague.

"I've been waiting for you. He said.

"Very well, Mr. Taylor. The voice came from Luca's direction, but not from his mouth. Coinciding with Luca, a dark figure stretched out his right hand and took the man's hand.

"I have bad news for you," the image continued, "that someone is bidding higher than you. ”

The left hand of the image, which had been in his clothes, suddenly took it out after saying this, holding a loaded flintlock pistol in his hand, pointing it at the man's chest.

Before the man could react, the image pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot was right in Luka's ears, and even though he knew it wasn't real, it made his ears ring.

The man's body fell straight down, and the black shadow did not stop there, but took out a dagger from his waist and made up another knife in the man's throat, completely extinguishing his vitality.

The dark shadow looked around, but did not find the little boy, who seemed to be quite clever, and ran out to hide as soon as the gunshot rang out. He wanted to search again, but there was already a cacophony of people coming from the front door.

"I seem to know who they are......" Mores muttered as he watched the shadow scurry away from behind.

He rushed out of the study and took a few steps to the stairs. The small space under the stairs is a locker with miscellaneous items like mops hanging from it.

Mores reached out and opened the cabinet door, revealing the little boy's tear-stained face between the row of mops and brooms.

"What's your name?" asked Mores.

"My name is Noah. The boy replied with a sob.

Suddenly, his face turned hideous, and he took a step forward, waving his little hand and grabbing it at Mores's face.

"You killed my father!oh my god, I brought you in!" shouted as the little boy grew taller and taller, his head almost reaching the ceiling.

His movements became more and more aggressive, and his nails seemed to turn into the claws of a wild beast.

Mores subconsciously dodged his attack, but said in his mouth: "These are all phantoms, right? There shouldn't be any lethality, we're just reliving a memory." ”

Then, a wisp of blood ran down his cheek.

"What the hell, memories can hurt people?" Mores became confused.

Lukka hurriedly recited the incantation, and a wall of ice stood in front of them.

However, the violent boy, whose claws could actually inflict damage, seemed to have turned into a phantom again, and his body passed through the ice wall without hindrance, and continued to wave his arms and start attacking.

"How is this the same as Daniel, if you want to be substantial, you can be substantial, and if you want to be virtual, you can be virtual?" Lukka said, turning his head and running.