Just do it, anyway, in Inception, Ke Li is the administrator of this area.

With the power supply of Inception itself, as well as repairs, it doesn't take much time to build new buildings.

After all, the materials are ready-made, and it only takes time and energy to demolish old buildings and reprocess them and plan urban areas.

"Although it's not particularly necessary, sorting out these things can be regarded as a kind of nostalgia and explanation for the past life."

Colley changed the warehouse, and arranged the memories of the past life and the past experiences of this life in order.

Gems, old objects, are displayed by Colly on museum shelves made of mahogany and stone.

Wherever there is the beginning and where the end is, they are all rediscovered under the light of glowstone and lanterns.

"Unconsciously, I feel a little emotional, I still miss my friends who used to talk about everything, although the current experience is quite new to me, but I don't have that feeling of leisurely life, and I don't have so many dreams and expectations."

"It's been a long time, I can't remember the names of those classmates in elementary school, junior high school, high school, and college without thinking about it carefully, and the result of no daily use frequency is that I am slowly cold, alienated and forgotten, but I just can't forget it."

"If I catch someone on the street and ask him to see the museum I have here, wouldn't it be a sleepwalking experience for him, and it would inspire and imagine others?"

Colly displays gemstones, as if they have obsessive-compulsive disorder, distinguishing between origin and color.

He put nine different gems and gold coins in the gold-inlaid glass display case of the nine-square grid, and filled it with the number of 1~9, so that the sum of the three numbers horizontal, vertical and oblique is 15.

He dismantles the handmade fuse circuit box from the wall and throws the fuse atop the humble display case, paying homage to the crappy and inadequately atmospheric horror games, and the artwork where the protagonist runs slower than a turtle, whose flashlight is darker than a glow stick, and whose jumping ability is weaker than that of the undead.

He added decorations, put flower screens, tree stumps, potted plants, ferns in the corridors, and deliberately placed a set of vacant armor in front of the mirror, so that visitors could put their heads in place of the helmets and give themselves a commemorative version of the headsticker.

He added frames, projecting fragments of obscure memory images onto the paper with the ability to divert visions, and if the ancients accidentally entered it, they might stop in front of the frame.

He added armor racks and placed armor that he could barely use, but didn't want to throw away, in a welcoming position.

He depicts windows and brilliance, and outside the window he depicts the vibrant modern city and the mechanical products – of course, in the real outside world, there are only ruins and darkness, but for those memories of the picture, the museum is where they should be.

He appeared in the fortress of Mammoth Horn, gazing at the new neighborhoods and wandering camps, gradually locking onto the wandering thieves who were peeking around and looking for their next chance.

"Let him see, anyway, for those ordinary people, this is also an ideal paradise that will never be reached again, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, should he be said to be lucky or unlucky?"

Ke Li smiled slightly, his inspiration fluctuated and encompassed, and his hallucinatory visions were induced, using the image of a fictitious rich businessman to fish his prey to the door of the museum.

The thief followed the apparition of the merchant into the gate and lost his way in the museum.

He blushed at the discovery of precious stones and gold coins, wept with sorrow at the solidity of the quartz walls, bewildered by the light and traffic outside the window, and secretly saddened himself in the mirror.

He could get out of here as soon as he turned around, but he still tried to break off a few gold-skinned candlesticks, thinking about priing the gems off the grip.

The human mind was like an octopus, trying to reach out and wrap itself around every thing he thought was valuable. I don't know if he thinks he can take them with him, or if he can remember them himself.

At this moment, the merchant phantom suddenly appeared behind the thief, and asked the thief with a low smile, "Do you like my collectibles?"

The thief replied truthfully, "Yes, because it will keep me alive for a few more days."

Merchant Apparition: "Do you think you can take them?"

The thief shook his head, "I don't think I can't."

Merchant Phantom: "Then why don't you let go?"

The thief hesitated, "Didn't you give me a chance to come here?"

Merchant Phantom: "So, you like my collection so much, do you want to stay with my collection forever?"

The flame burning on the candlestick suddenly turned into the strange color of demonic fire, and the thief was taken aback and wanted to let go of the hand holding the candlestick, but found that his skin was pulled and broken like ***.

The tear caused the damage caused a dermal wound on his skin that looked like a blister explosion.

The shoes were lifted with a sting, and the soles of the shoes also stretched out thousands of white hairs, like viscous mixed glue, like sweet anesthetic maltose brushing, and like some weirdly viscous spider silk protein.

The thief felt as if his face had been covered with a human skin mask, and he wanted to tear it off but the pain pierced his soul, and the walls of dim fog in all directions, like a membrane of urine bubbles used for diving, made him feel more and more suffocated.

The thief realizes that he has caused trouble and provoked the extraordinary who should not be provoked.

"No, no, I'm sorry, I don't dare, I don't dare anymore, let me go, please, please!"

The merchant apparition just smiled silently, all the lights and gems went out, all the treasures and artifacts fell into darkness, and the gates of light opened at the end of the dark corridor.

The thief just glanced back at the darkness, then let go of his hand and ran desperately towards the gate.

Those broken thoughts curled up, like slowly crawling snails, expanding and disintegrating under the erosion of time.

But what if, what if it's just some kind of test for the extraordinary? Maybe you have a chance to become extraordinary?

Standing on the threshold of the Radiant Gate, the thief glanced at the museum in the depths of darkness.

He saw only the apparition of the merchant floating in the darkness, unilluminated, but unsensitively smiling at him:

"Want to stay? All right...... You're mine!"

The thief pulled his legs away, and Colly watched quietly as the door closed, and everything returned to the original situation of the Inception Museum.

The mysterious pattern finally became entangled and bloomed, and new inspiration and spirituality surged into the body.

Memories and vision seem to be a kaleidoscope, constantly intertwined fragments switching between ups and downs, constantly recombining.

[The low sequence trait has been crafted, and the crafting class is: Collector]

Ke Li finally felt that the sorrow that had plagued him was relaxed at this moment, and a new life had finally begun:

"Well, it's really irrelevant to the Demon Hunter right now, I thought I called it a Demon Trap."

"Well, maybe it's an anomalous sequence."

(End of chapter)