Chapter 390 Just out of the dragon pond and into the tiger's den
The little girl suddenly started singing, but her song always stayed on the same lyrics:
[Brother, brother, you are so bad~ Joke that my sister has a dull saw~]
[That tree is really nice~I hung my brother separately~]
……
[Brother, brother, you are so bad~ I am joking about my sister’s blunt saw~]
[That tree is really nice~I will hang my brother separately~]
……
Accompanied by Humming, the little girl seemed to have gained a sense of touch, and saw more and more happily.
The endless pain caused Lin Yi to change from running to trotting, and then to staggering running a few steps. This kind of pain seemed like eternal torture, making him restless but uneasy. Helpless, at a certain moment, he even had the idea of cutting off his own arm.
He felt that his vision was blurred, and his spirit began to wither. In order to block the pain, his brain began to paralyze his consciousness.
He felt that death was imminent. Neither the night watchman "02" nor Lao Mo had expected this situation. The invincible old kerosene lamp was like a firefly in front of "Amon's Music Box" The flame of the candle faces the glow of the bright moon.
And the "golden body" he was proud of was defeated by the little girl's saw.
He really couldn't imagine why this little girl, who was as light as if she didn't exist, could use such a saw!
"Wait...wait, wait, wait!"
An idea flashed in his mind -
"'The little girl who doesn’t exist'!"
He seemed to have captured a glimmer of inspiration for self-rescue!
This little girl is the will of the "Mage Master" to penetrate the layer, so the saw must not be an item in the real world!
Since it is not an object in reality, how to saw off his arm?
Could it be that the permeating pollution leads to the materialization of extraordinary power?
He did remember that when he was in the dome, Xu Shunkang cooperated with another second-level sports student and used his extraordinary power to condense a baseball and knock down the Song people.
If it is similar to petrification, then this saw... is also similar to a baseball to a certain extent? !
And if that's the case...
"Boom——"
Lin Yi suddenly understood, as if the clouds were clearing and the sun appeared, he knew!
"It's the 'secret pattern'!"
That saw was formed by the secret pattern condensing extraordinary power!
And the secret pattern used to condense the saw is - when the invisible force touched his arm, it used the scar to carve the secret pattern on his arm!
"There is no little girl!"
"From the beginning, there was only that invisible and unobservable mysterious power - the power that penetrated across the layers of time and space after the 'Destroyer Mage' was 'exiled by time'!"
"My 'cognition' cannot determine the existence of this power, so I formed the 'little girl''s 'cognition' based on the sound of nursery rhymes!"
"In addition, Lao Mo and the night watchman have no idea about the existence of this power. Ken This made my 'cognition' triple anchored, and the image of the 'little girl' became deeply ingrained in my heart!"
But in fact, the power that penetrated was like The dust that permeates the air is formless, elusive, incomprehensible, and unobservable...
"Nothingness" is the essence of form, and "little girl" is his self-overwriting cognition!
And after his cognition was anchored by himself, he "understood for himself" the behavior of the invisible force!
The force branded the secret pattern on his hand. The process of branding was perceived by him as the little girl licking his wound, and then the cutting process was actually from the beginning. Yes, but at that time he thought it was the penetration of secret patterns into flesh and blood!
Actually, no, from the beginning, he did not "recognize" the existence of the hacksaw, and the invisible force was anchored based on his "cognition"!
Furthermore, he was led to believe that "his arm will be sawed off". Under such an anchor point, his arm will really be sawed off!
After he figured out the logic, his whole spirit suddenly became different.
"So the root of all this is that secret pattern!"
He looked at his arm and saw the weird secret pattern that seemed to be used to perform some evil taboo ritual. The kerosene lamp was entrusted to this hand.
Then he raised his other hand, and in his palm, the secret pattern of Night Watchman "02" appeared.
His void secret pattern and azure aura intertwined together, forming a butcher's knife under the control of his own will.
He took a few deep breaths, as if trying to overcome some contradictory and complex emotions. After some psychological counseling, he gritted his teeth and chopped hard on his arm. Get down!
"Ding--" with a sound, the butcher's knife struck directly through the flesh and blood, and landed on the golden skeleton, making the sound of the clanging of golden swords.
It doesn't hurt at all, because no matter how painful it is, it can't hurt more than the pain when flesh and blood are annihilated. What Lin Yi can't get over is the hurdle he cut himself.
Immediately afterwards, he deflected the blade and used the bone scraping technique with one hand to cut off all the flesh and blood on his arm that were branded with secret patterns!
He looked at his arm bones, feeling a bit like Arnold Muscle Singer in "Terminator 2" peeling off his skin and flesh in front of the doctor to reveal the titanium alloy skeleton, which was just looking at himself. The bones felt a bit nauseating...
But the pain slowly disappeared.
The little girl quietly retreated into the darkness, and the black nursery rhyme slowly faded away, leaving only the beating sound of the music box notes still beating in the corridor.
"It really works!"
He was ecstatic and ran wildly. As he ran, the flesh and blood on his arms regenerated. However, with the regeneration of flesh and blood, the flesh and blood on his arms began to regenerate. The secret pattern also reappears!
"This...?!"
The joy in Lin Yi's heart was immediately extinguished by a basin of cold water.
He gritted his teeth and removed the flesh and blood from the bones again, and then used his subjective will to suppress the appearance of the sky-blue aura and prevent the regeneration of that part of the flesh and blood.
"Let's escape back to the campus first. The owner of the canteen must know more about this than me. I'll ask him for advice later..."
As he ran, he was not far ahead. The figure of the little girl was discovered again in the darkness...
She was standing in the dim corner, holding "Amon's music box" in both hands. A rich dark style painting hung on the wall beside her. The painting was filled with depressing blood red and black. The intertwined sky, under the sky is endless wilderness.
There is a black sun hanging in the black sky, and there is a castle at the end of the wilderness. The castle is surrounded by tombstones.
The scene in the picture looked like the place where the "Quartermaster" was located, but the details seemed a little different. At this moment, the picture seemed to come alive, attracting Lin Yi to get closer to it.
The mist lingered on the ground, entangled with his legs like threads, trying to pull his body into the painting.
He seemed to see his name written on a stone tablet. It was a burial place set for him, and now it seemed that he was going to be buried.
He quickly withdrew his gaze, stared at the end of the gallery, and charged.
He ran past the little girl's position and continued running without looking back.
Not long after, the little girl and the painting appeared in front of him again...
He was stunned for a moment, but chose to continue running.
He just kept running, but the gallery seemed to have no end. No matter how he ran, he could not reach the end, and he seemed to be trapped in some kind of cycle. He glanced down at the time.
3:22.
There is no abnormality in the time flow rate.
He took a look at his condition. He lost the suppression of "Amon's music box", and the light of the old kerosene lamp gradually recovered. Within the radiant field, it was not very warm, at least. Not so cold anymore.
The old kerosene lamp is still in his hand, which shows that he is still in reality, but for some reason, there seems to be some problems in the gallery.
"Is it because the gallery has dropped its layers?"
The feeling of this space being infinitely stretched is very similar to when the campus dropped its layers, but the layers of the art building itself have already It has already fallen, how can it continue to fall?
He ran and ran, and ran, and there were some "crunching" sounds under his feet. He felt that his center of gravity was shifting and swaying from side to side. He was sure that there was nothing wrong with him, so what happened to the gallery?
The notes of the music box became much clearer, accompanied by some whistles and songs similar to those of sirens. Lin Yi suddenly felt that he should have left reality and had visions...< br>
He seemed to appear in a certain cabin passage, surrounded by portraits of past captains, but each of them had a blurry face, and the rapid sound of wind roared and echoed in the cabin passage, hitting his face from time to time. face.
The wind carried the sound of waves lapping against the hull, the sound of waves breaking and falling on the deck, and some pleasant conversations and laughter.
"Music box...cabin..."
"Did the notes of the music box affect my perception of reality? This vision... could it be a voyage of the 'first apostles'?"
Old Mo said that "Amon's music box" followed the ship He went to sea many times and recorded countless sounds. Could it be that he was affected by those sounds while running?
But is that the impact of time?
Suddenly, a gust of cold sea breeze rolled up the thin mist, blowing it onto Lin Yi's face like smoke blown by a beautiful woman. The whispers mixed in the wind suddenly became much clearer. He heard A certain call came...
[Lin Yi...]
[He's coming...]
[He's coming back...]
[It's him...it's really him...]
[It's you...it's You...]
The paintings hanging on both sides of the cabin emitted mournful and painful howls, but their voices were tightly trapped in the world of the paintings, and very little was conveyed... …
"Crashing - crashing -"
There was another sound, like the sound of chains being dragged on the ground, and together with it, there was the sound of heavy footsteps.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Slowly, step hard, as if carrying something extremely heavy.
The cabin shook. He was distracted and couldn't stand still. He stumbled a few steps. In the blink of an eye, he spotted a blurry figure slowly appearing in the darkness wrapped in fog in front of him.
That seemed to be the most dangerous prisoner in the entire prison. As soon as he appeared, all the noise disappeared.
[Lin Yi...Lin Yi...]
The figure slowly approached Lin Yi, and the darkness was like thick ink, coming together with the mist, slowly covering the entire cabin The channel is filled.
A boundless sense of oppression spread, like the ghostly breath rising from the abyss of hell, cold, damp, and smelling of death.
The black shadow loomed in the mist, like a phantom in a nightmare. Every move seemed to carry an invisible force, making the surrounding air more solemn.
The mist lingers around it, floating silently like its gauze clothing, gathering and dispersing, opening and closing, fluttering, like a huge cloak woven from darkness and mist.
Lin Yi could not clearly see the figure in the fog from beginning to end, but he could feel a familiar feeling... He had seen it several times before!
Cabin...
Chains...
Shadow...
Lin Yi was shocked. Wasn't the figure in front of him the same one he had seen several times before when he had visions?
Its body is actually hidden in a certain layer in the gallery?
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
As the black shadow approached, the oppressive feeling was like a raging tide, impacting its soul wave after wave.
Its outline gradually becomes clear, but then blurs again when it is about to be seen clearly, as if you are looking at something through a telescope and there is a person with cerebral palsy next to you who is repeatedly adjusting the magnification.
In the blurred vision, it gave Lin Yi the feeling that it was tall and broad, like a moving mountain of darkness. Its figure exuded an ancient and evil aura, as if it contained countless unknown things. The terrifying secret.
The shadow’s eyes—if the two points of light in the darkness can be called eyes—are shining with cold light, like a bottomless cold abyss, penetrating straight through the fog. Lock over.
Under the gaze of that gaze, it seemed as if all the blood in his body was frozen and his soul was trembling.
The surrounding darkness seemed to have been summoned by it and became more intense, like countless invisible hands reaching out from all directions to drag Lin Yi into the endless abyss of darkness.
【Lin Yi...】
[It’s him...Lin Yi...]
[It’s really him...]
[You’re here...]
[You still dare to come... 】
The mural hung on the cabin was trembling with "clang, bang, bang, bang", with low calls, resentful curses, and strange sneers...like a black mourning song, wanting to Lin Yi was submerged and buried.
He had seen its vague figure in visions more than once, but he had never been in such close contact with it, and he had never thought about having some close contact with it.
"There is a problem! There is a big problem!"
"There is a problem with everything!"
"This is a vision but not a vision. The gallery seems to have fallen. The layers are not dropped..."
"Not all variables have problems, there must be changes that I don't know about in one of them!"
"We must find it! We must find out the problem before it reaches me!"
Every time the black shadow gets closer to Lin Yi, the suffocating sense of oppression becomes stronger. Lin Yi He felt his heart beating. When it stood still in front of him, his heart would stop beating!
At this moment, he seemed to be trapped in a death puzzle game. The time left for him to solve the puzzle and save himself was only the length of a cabin.
(End of this chapter)