Chapter 450: Slave Matrix

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Everything looped under my feet, and I saw faces that resembled my old expressions.

He found the Weeper, he protected the wrong person, he killed all the good identities by himself, and it was good, it didn't change anything because of my actions, just like that classic line.

I think how great I am, but the earth is still rotating without you, and it doesn't bring any disaster and fear because of it, but if people are separated from society for a day, I believe that I will definitely break down that feeling, and at this time, you will even yearn for even your own enemy to appear, and it is good to humiliate and sarcasm yourself in front of you.

At least let me know that I'm still alive.

"It's almost ready. ā€

Looking at the gloves that I had just collected from Nuo Yiyi, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but smile.

To be honest, this time it was really the favor of Lady Luck, otherwise I don't know what direction things would go, without the help of the silk thread entanglement on this glove, I would definitely not be able to control the monster-like Wang Qiang.

When the strength is limited to a certain extent, it is just pure barbarism, but after exceeding a certain limit, even the body can be comparable to some armor, I understand that what I see in him is more of a miracle, and even the so-called superpowers that can only be seen in some movies, television and comics.

Ziz, like the healing effect at my disposal, when I faced the final boss of the flight, when I decided that this might be the last and most brutal enemy of my life, even a little insignificant, even a ridiculous ability was a huge help.

At least it gives me the courage to continue standing in this strange space.

Click, the key on the other side of Wang Qiang's hand is a great shortcut to open the door, I am even a little reluctant to associate with the details, the more I realize that his death is a kind of fulfillment for me, my own despicability and selfishness seem to be magnified countless times under the microscope.

"Come on. ā€

I pushed open the almost inconspicuous secret door, and when there was a heavy sound and a familiar smell in my face, I finally understood that this was the little dark room.

It's just that it doesn't matter how I got here in the first place and who operated it.

"Ziz ......"

A familiar voice awaited me, and as I stepped into the dark space of the Ice Spirit, the blue light that rose invisibly around me was as strange as some kind of legendary religious ritual.

"There's no one else here. ā€

Brush, I immediately turned to look at the retreat behind me, but often after the decision to find out how ill-conceived I was, here is still the same layout as when I chose to be a scientist, everything seems to have not changed, but there are no pipes, no equipment, and one more LCD screen.

"Welcome to the victor's room, you have proved by your actions that your companion is only a burden, you have ended the lives of others with courage, and now you have no worries, but why refuse my great gift, ha. ā€

Strange laughter seems to be crying, the so-called laughing is more ugly than crying is this kind of urine, I saw the picture on the screen in front of me in a trance, and then I realized that the black hand was so close, and so nothing.

"You're not there, are you?"

Ziz...... Let me think about what kind of anger makes you communicate with the person who gave you life in this tone, I know you may be disappointed, and I think I won't live to let you go, but I'm still willing to give you a third chance, and of course it's a multiple-choice question, haha! There are two answers to entertain!"

The Black Hand wasn't too tall, not too thin, and even in such a clear picture, I couldn't see anything from under the mask.

The pale mask spread like a whirlpool as if it were my hatred, only those eyes were the most prosaic and profound evil eyes I had ever seen in my life.

"For you, it's just a pastime, you behind the woods, I actually want to contact you face-to-face, so ......"

Fates are always strikingly similar, it's just that the weaving of emotions is so singular that we seem to have joys and sorrows, but there is very little room to choose when we really stand at the crossroads of choice.

"A bottle is a chip to start the game, a bottle is a chip that can bring you back to your old life, I think you would like to ask yourself! Which one, which one is what you want...... But even if I don't know it, I'm not going to tell you anything. ā€

It's funny, when a small platform appeared in the depression of the wall, on which the same amount of potion was placed, I was almost confused by the different colors, and it was even completely different from what Wang Qiang and Liu Nian tried to give me in every possible way just now.

I knew that if I made the wrong choice, I might be just as involuntary as they were, and I myself was a failure, and even my heart to avoid the pain could not hide the pale reality, and I never saw the black hand with my own eyes.

I angrily threw out the debris on the ground, and the screen was torn apart in an instant, which matched the Black Hand's outfit and mask.

"What an interesting choice, it seems that you already have the answer, but the feeling of powerlessness still burns in your heart, now you must not want to recover the memories of the past, but at the same time you can't pick which is the cup that opened the chips, it is really pleasant torture. ā€

He sighed and disappeared from the screen in a trance, and at this moment, I realized that I was almost unable to vent my anger, and I was really tricked by the black hand again.

! The anger in my head almost condensed into things, and he weighed heavily on my heart, making my every breath carry the flame of hatred.

"Forget it, it's better to make a choice than waste time, and sure enough, red and blue have not been separated since ancient times. ā€

Dramatically, the colors of the two bottles are just red and blue, and the difference from the last time is that I definitely need to think on my own again, otherwise it will be a little bit of a delay to carry the old ideas from the last time.

This rhythm is the root of victory, at the moment there seems to be a light and a dark between me and the black hand, I am completely passive, but I understand that now as long as the choice in my hand is well grasped, it is not a problem to enter the initiative in an instant.

"It's true that multiple-choice questions aren't my strong point.,I always feel like I'm going to lose something by choosing one of them.,But if you leave now......"

The dangerous thoughts were fleeting, and I gradually realized that I couldn't leave as I wished, and theoretically recovering my memory would only continue to be trapped here, just like Liu Nian and Wang Qiang.

Whether they are alive or dead, they are often similar to the walking dead, and they have never been able to get the so-called freedom, so even if they travel all over the world in the name of the organization, as long as they carry this brand, they must be very restricted.

It's a kind of spiritual freedom, and although it sounds completely nihilistic and even ridiculous, the only way out in my eyes is almost to play the final game of death.

"So, I'm going to go red, I'm confident in myself. ā€

It's not a good habit to talk to yourself in an open room, but it's always necessary to have more conversations in order to make sure you don't go crazy at any time in this environment, otherwise I'll really feel lonely.

It's a sense of fear that can consume your body and even your conscious soul at any moment, just like the biggest problem for people living on an isolated island is never resources and others, but whether you can accept this life or end your life in struggle and loneliness.

Grunt...... Swallowing the red glass of water, I also felt a great sense of satisfaction in my heart when I broke the glass, and the result was actually completely up to God's will, I only knew that it was easier than ever before, no longer wandering around those damn questions, self-denying doubts!

"Ziz ......"

And there was indeed a blue thing flowing in front of my eyes, and that streamer should be the instinct I felt in my sleep or when I was confused, and I consciously made this judgment not the opposite, but more based on inspiration.

If the way I longed for life represented life, that is, red, and at the same time, the black hand would deliberately choose red as a trick, this possibility is not impossible, but it is more of my own unwarranted suspicion.

I prefer to believe that blue represents memory, because this division in emotional colors still makes sense, and although I can convince myself as long as I analyze everything, it is this judgment and intuition that make me make a decision.

Drip.

The sound of information came from my ears, and I felt like I had returned to my college dormitory, because then I felt the atmosphere, the familiar smell and the smell of youth, and the endless messages I sent with my roommates.