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People in the rivers and lakes, if they make small mistakes, they will be severely frustrated, and if they make big mistakes, they will take their lives. Therefore, the people of the rivers and lakes dare not make mistakes, and they cannot make mistakes.

So, so far, I've made at least five mistakes.

First, I shouldn't have blindly believed the waiter's words and ventured into the staircase when the elevator on the 50th floor broke down. The 50th floor revolving restaurant is the signature of the Sofitel Ginza Hotel, and the management cannot afford to let the elevator go down due to a malfunction. Chu Chu and I are young people, and we don't take the elevator, so we can naturally take the walking elevator down, and we don't care about the mistakes of the restaurant. This is a common trait among young people, who are able to be as considerate as possible and forgive others for their mistakes without violating their principles. However, if it was a rich man or an official who was eating on the 50th floor tonight, who would be so good at talking to those pot-bellied old men? They must be furious and insist that the hotel fix the elevator before going down. What I mean by this is that the hotel must have an alternative solution in the event of an elevator failure, rather than having the waiter casually tell the guest to "take the elevator". At that time, the most correct choice was to stay in the restaurant instead of leaving.

Second, the waiter behaved very suspiciously, and when he first heard me greet him and turned around, he walked over with his head down, and never looked up to meet me. After taking us out of the 50th floor, he took us to the elevator hall through the reed door on the 49th and 48th floors at least to see if the other elevators were working properly, instead of going straight down and taking us all the way down the stairs. Also, he walked faster and faster without a word, which in itself did not look like what a trained waiter should do. In this kind of super five-star hotel, no waiter can work without three months of rigorous training. His performance can only be evaluated by "there is a ghost in his heart".

Thirdly, even if the waiter made a mistake, I should have thought that I had to go to the elevator room. The building has a 24-hour early warning system, and if all elevators are out of service at the same time, guests up and down are afraid that the phone at the service desk will be blown up immediately, forcing the hotel to solve the problem immediately, and everything will be back to normal within five minutes at most. So, in the few minutes we used up from the 50th to the 48th floor, the elevator had already started again.

Fourth, if all the elevators from the 1st to the 50th floors are out of service, there should not be just the two of us in this staircase, but more customers complaining and going up and down. Taking a step back, even if I couldn't see the other guests, I could hear the commotion coming from below. But until now, it was still quiet in the walking ladder, and I could hear my own heartbeat. I should have realized this a long time ago, rather than walking all the way here and suddenly realizing it.

Fifth, at this critical moment, Chu Chu suddenly became drowsy, obviously under the influence of external forces. In my extreme anxiety, I pushed open the reed door to the elevator without discerning, and I didn't even look at the floor number above the door, which was too much to take for granted.

The reason why I have made so many mistakes is related to the fact that my mind is full of all kinds of worries at the moment.

Chu Chu's complex life experience, Tang Wan went to the mirror room, Gong Tian raised underground, the "Kill Chu" plan, and the "Divine Water Mirror" are about to be born...... Each of these things is a big and important thing that has a strong impact on people's brains, so I took Chu Chu downstairs while thinking about it, and finally made a small mistake into a big mistake.

The moment he entered the ground spring door, Gong Tianyang's phone hung up.

That should indicate the following results: Gong Tianyang was devoured by the dragon and the phone fell to the ground; in extreme fear, Gong Tianyang crushed the phone; Gong Tianyang left evidence on the phone, but the phone had already fallen into the abyss with him, and the signal was cut off due to the distance......

Every result was tragic, because before that, Gong Tianyang would never have guessed that he would die here, here, and in this bizarre way.

My heart tightened suddenly, and Gong Tianyang's tragic fate was also the fate of many Jianghu people.

As the folk saying of Jinan, the clay pot is difficult to break from the well, and the general will inevitably die.

We are Jianghu people, and from the first day we stepped into the rivers and lakes, we knew that we would probably not be able to die like ordinary people in the end, but die in the middle of the struggle.

With a bang, the reed door closed behind me. However, the corridor in front of him was also dark, and there was not a single light on.

"Is there a problem with the electricity in the whole building?" I was even more curious, holding up my phone, and the screen shone forward.

In front of me, there was a long corridor with a depth of 100 steps, and I didn't see the elevator hall I expected.

I was just about to turn around when a flashlight flashed dozens of steps ahead, and it seemed that someone was passing by on a fork in the road.

"Hey, wait a minute—" I called out, and immediately hugged Chu Chu forward.

At this moment, I was already vaguely aware that there was something wrong with the walking ladder, so naturally I would not go back outside.

After a dozen steps forward, there was a sudden glimmer of light in the darkness. The light was pale cyan, some above, some below, and some actually flew slowly in the air, like fireflies on a summer night.

I stopped and looked straight ahead.

There are more and more shimmers, and they gradually connect into large areas, illuminating the scenery on all sides.

It's not a hotel promenade, it's not a hotel room area, and I suspect it's not a hotel building at all, but somewhere else strange and treacherous.

At my feet was a stream without water, only three paces wide, and the bottom of the stream was covered with finely crushed snow-white gravel. By the stream, on the left is a freehand hill made of three blue-gray stone strips, and on the right is a simplified wooden building, with only one top, one column, one bottom, and one ladder. There is a plaque hanging at the door of the wooden building, but the inscription on the plaque is only a hasty stroke, and there is neither the writer's head nor the final posthumous chapter. That stroke is like the cursive word "one" in the ancient post, and it is like the more casual and free word "mountain" or "water".

A little farther away, there is a wall of naturally formed reeds, and those reeds are also uneven, crooked and slanted, and the natural color is extremely natural.

"Welcome, welcome, welcome. A girl in a Japanese dress came out from behind a wall of reeds, her big eyes full of smiles, and a amphora of ancient pottery teacup.

"What kind of place is this?" I hugged Chu Chu tightly and stared at the girl vigilantly.

"It's a great place to relax and improve your mental abilities, but as for the name—does that matter?" the girl approached, looking at me with a smile.

I looked around, and the end of my eyes was full of fog, and I couldn't see anything except a pavilion, a wall, a stream, and a person in front of me.

"Everything is an illusion. I stared into her eyes, "Your Excellency is a magician from Japan?"

On Qushuiting Street, Tang Wan and I had already dealt with Japanese illusionists, and Tang Wan witnessed the thrilling battle between Yan Gexing and the illusionist Weaving Soul. For the Chinese thaumaturgical community, Japanese illusionists are no strangers, and everyone competes on a unified world-class platform, but with the help of modern transportation, the distance between them is instantly shortened, and the danger has increased exponentially.

"Since everything is an illusion, isn't your question also an illusion? Even if I admit now that I am a disciple of the illusionist, wouldn't this answer also be illusory?

"That's right. I nodded.

"Now, maybe you need a chair to put this Miss Chu down, right?" she asked.

I nodded again.

She pointed to my side and back, and a dark brown two-seater sofa chair immediately appeared in what had been empty.

"She's tired, let her rest. The girl smiled, stretched out her arms, and pointed to the sofa chair.

I walked over and asked Chu Chu to lie down on the sofa chair, and then lifted her feet up as well.

"With a good man like you taking care of her, she will surely sleep peacefully. The girl said again.

I'm tired too, but I can't stop, I have to take care of Chu Chu and break the illusion.

"I know that you always have a lot of questions in your mind, whether you are a vision or not. For example, you would like to know what was the goal of the Japanese illusionists who came to Jinan, whether it was to seize the 'Divine Mirror', whether it was to loot other treasures in the Chinese, or was it to occupy this great and beautiful continent, like the Yamato warships, tanks, and militarist troops that had been done 80 or 100 years ago? Or...... There are too many to list. However, I would just like to say here that all your questions are in the wrong direction and you have guessed our minds wrong. In fact, we have a very unified consensus, the 21st century is an era of global integration, the earth is Chinese, Japanese, Asian, but also Americans, Canadians, South Americans, Europeans, in the final analysis, it belongs to all human beings. Then, any sect can go on the big stage of the world, show itself, and grow itself. The purpose of our school of illusionists is 'I am here, I am born when I am born, I am born when I have, and I am the Lord of the world when I have'. Like now, when you see me, you see this dry landscape full of minimalist beauty, even if you know it's created through thaumaturgy, you make an impression in your mind, don't you?"

As I pondered what she said, it soon dawned on me that this sect was actually trying to make the whole world its own stage, and to occupy all the territory it could reach without bloodshed.

If that's what she really thinks, then this generation will be even more greedy and terrible than the militarism of yesteryear.

The illusionist uses illusions to confuse the world, but his real purpose is to turn from illusion to reality, and by the time the illusion disappears, their imperial hegemony has been achieved.

"That's a great thing you said, but I'm not interested, and I'm not going to leave here, as you said, with the impression I left here. In my opinion, all illusions are dreams, we Jinan people often say - 'dreams are frost on the tiles, the sun comes out and sweeps away", so, no matter how beautiful you say, tomorrow morning when the sun comes out, what you see and hear now will dissipate like smoke, leaving no aftertaste. "Now that I have seen through the other party's intentions, I will also express my chest directly, lest the other party think that the Chinese are ignorant and can be deceived."

"Hehehehe, you also said it very well, and you also said the greatest symbol of our great Japanese nation. The sunrise is the island of Fuso in the east, which is the consensus of the global cultural community. Fuso is the eternal habitat and birthplace of our Yamato nation. You just said that the sun came out and swept away, isn't it just a celebration of the power of the Yamato nation?" the girl clapped her hands and laughed.