Chapter Seventy-Seven

As soon as Rorian walked into the bookstore, the girl disappeared behind the rows of bookshelves. He hurried to the depths of the bookshelves, which were very large, with high shelves and densely packed bookshelves, from the ground to the high ceilings, and the deeper he went, the deeper he felt. Coupled with the dark and deep atmosphere unique to the bookstore, it is really like escaping into another world.

At first he saw the corners of the girl's clothes flashing between the bookshelves, and he followed closely around the double philosophical bookshelves, and the girl suddenly stood still behind the bookshelves. The girl's consciousness was still loud and noisy in the world of his mind, so he did not hesitate and walked into the art district almost defenselessly.

This was where the change took place, and as soon as he passed between the two rows of bookshelves, the girl's loud consciousness vanished as if suffocating. In all his experiences, this situation represents the end of consciousness, the death of man.

He was shocked, and a chill ran down his spine. It was, after all, the death of an innocent little girl, far more sad than all the others, and he instinctively quickened his pace. With one step, he was ready to see the fallen body, and if he was fast enough, he could see the shadow of the murderer.

However, there were still bookshelves behind the bookshelves, and the empty aisles made him creepy.

He looked back and saw an endless stretch of bookshelves, vast as an absurd world.

Sometimes the way to come is not necessarily the way back, he understands the truth of the illusion, and the return is always the sweetest and deadliest temptation of the illusion.

Luo Ryan thought for a while, walked into the bookshelf area where the girl had disappeared, and carefully examined the books on the front and back two rows of bookshelves. The books that fill the shelves are tightly arranged under the theme of the art of painting, regardless of the language of the book, the old and the new.

He looked closely, but there was nothing special about it except for the peculiar way of selling books. He pulled out a book in his hand, an Impressionist book, and the painter was a woman named Mary Cassatt. It was a real American woman, and he remembered the female painter who had shown Rocky at an exhibition. He also remembers that the children in her paintings are particularly pink and soft under the tone of the Impressionist brushstrokes, and there is nothing abnormal about this album, just like a book in the real world.

He put the book back and pulled out another copy of Titian's book, still unremarkable. He pulled out seven or eight books in a row, from Dalí's clocks to Katsushika Hokusai's Kanagawa waves, each of which did not contradict his perception. He put all the books back and stopped blindly checking them, and he began to realize that he hadn't fallen into the illusion of another master of thought. In this world, there are not many people who can hallucinate him. Besides, who would want to trap him in a bookstore? What's the point of building such a complex illusion?

Rorian paced back and forth among the bookshelves, thinking about the man hiding behind him, the enemy for all he had done. He uses a human girl to seduce him, as human consciousness is the loudest and least defensive. Even if he doesn't want to listen, he will be attracted by her strong emotions and directed thinking.

She was a bait set by a smart person, she must really have something to do with her son, she knew something about Roach, she was very worried about Roach, someone let her know a part of Roach, but she was careful not to let her know more. The safest way to deal with a mindmaster is to push out someone who doesn't know anything. If you don't know anything, you can't leak it, only half of it is enough to attract the mind mage.

In other words, the person behind him clearly knew that he was a mind mage.

Rorian took a deep breath, the light of the chandelier swaying slightly above his head, and the backs of countless books swayed slightly under the shadow of the lamp. He reached out a hand and rubbed a tiny fireball in his fingertips.

The fireball flickered on his fingertips before extinguishing.

He understood it thoroughly. He can't make flaming fireballs in this sea of books, and the rule here is that fire-based magic is forbidden. Hypnosis hallucinations have no active rules, but another trick that is close to mind magic can have complete rules of the game, and here is a sandbox.

A puzzle game-like sandbox.

Someone hid a game sandbox between two rows of bookshelves. He became more and more curious about the person behind it all, who must have been an extremely intelligent person. There weren't many people who could successfully deal with the Mind Mage, and once again he used the mind mage's confidence and blind spots, and a human girl wouldn't even know what it was when she saw him setting up a sandbox, or even care. She must have been led here by a series of vague persuasions to complete this series of acts, and she herself did not even care about them. Unless the Mind Mage had time to dig into the girl's subconscious, how could he know that the trap was here?

Lorian stretched out his hand and swept over the spine of the book, there was no real malice in the sandbox, it was a puzzle, a puzzle that he could easily solve, and that others could not easily solve. Even if the human girl is uncontrollable and does not follow the instructions on a whim, it will bring someone else, and the wrong person will not get the message from this sandbox.

He knows that all games have keywords, and the keywords of this game are Roach.

He remembered the first book he had drawn out, and he walked back to his place in memory and pulled out an impressionist album full of children, believing that whoever it was, the first book to draw out must be this one. He carefully looked at the album, but still found no clues. He stuffed the album back and suddenly remembered that the theme of the album was children.

He figured that the game wouldn't be so complicated, never so complicated that it would take him too much time, so complicated that someone from outside would catch him. The first key word he was looking for was Roach, the second key word was children, this was a bookstore He raised his head and looked at the boundless sea of books, what he was looking for in this sea was a book that only his father knew, his child. When his children were still children, the book he read most often is still impressive.

He stretched out his hand and focused his thoughts, he was going to find a picture book on the shelf, "David, no," he muttered. A children's picture book falls out of the bookshelf and lands in his hand.

For a while, Rorian could barely open the book, and it took him a while to force himself to open the album, and in the lower right corner of the last page of the album, he wrote a string of numbers, and he could see that it was a geographical coordinate.

He inserted the picture books back into the shelves, and the light changed slightly, the chandeliers disappeared, and more reasonable modern lighting appeared on the ceiling of the bookstore. Rorian walked back to the path between the bookshelves, and the glass door of the bookstore was not far away. Through the glass door, he saw the little girl hailing a taxi at the door.

He let out a long breath.