Chapter 117 Why

What is the styling?

Lin Han looked at the wall in front of him and fell into silence for a long time.

Lin Han was the only one left in the room.

After completing the "styling", Alfred said goodbye to Lin Han and left.

He could open the door easily, as if the door had never restricted him. He just pulled it lightly and the door opened.

So he left very quietly.

Lin Han was sitting on a stool, and could see Alfred just by turning her head slightly.

Before the door closed, he smiled at Lin Han, as if he was facing a real child. His every move seemed to be meant to comfort Lin Han.

But the stool was still in place, and Lin Han was still facing the wall.

Alfred left him space to climb down, but did not help him move the stool after the "styling" was completed and took him to the mirror to see his new look.

Lin Han sensed something bad from what he didn't do, so when Alfred left, he just pursed his lips and didn't make any sound.

Alfred didn't expect his response, he just left.

For a moment, Lin Han recalled the first time he had such a close contact with Alfred. He had used a unique perspective on him. The man with a gentle and harmless smile on his face actually had no smile on his face. Everything was a disguise.

At that time, Lin Han just found it a little funny, as if he had discovered the sharp contrast between his inner and outer self, and discovered a little secret that no one else had discovered.

But now, he had been silent for so long, he just suddenly felt that Alfred was such a cruel person.

Lin Han was very clear that he was in a copy of the new world. This was his own choice. Before this, he did not think it was abnormal to experience some painful things in the copy.

But vulnerability comes quickly.

When he was nervous and frightened, he saw Alfred. Trust and peace of mind were the first emotions that came to his mind. However, Alfred's arrival did not save him. Instead, it seemed to push him into a new abyss.

Lin Han was also very clear that Alfred was most likely the same as Shen Qiuqiu, appearing here only as an NPC in the dungeon, and he had his own mission to complete.

But... facing Song Ziyi, who only knew Lin Han, Shen Qiuqiu could open a backdoor for Song Ziyi regardless of other people's strange looks. Why couldn't Alfred, as a college teacher, do the same.

This thought lingered in Lin Han's mind.

Shen Qiuqiu is just a student and is not afraid of being held accountable. Is Alfred afraid?

Lin Han always liked to explore the game on his own, but now... it was as if Song Ziyi treated him impartially, and he understood but always felt depressed and unhappy.

Lin Han lowered his head: "......"

He was just a little unhappy.

The reason why this person is Alfred is perhaps because he is the only person Lin Han has met in so many copies who makes him feel more at ease when he sees him.

He was the only one he knew.

So he would think that Alfred, who was just and impartial, was so cruel that he just left him here.

Why?

Why not?

Why......?

"Why?"

Lin Han heard these words in the room where he was alone.

He sat there for a while, as if he was unconsciously speaking out loud what was in his mind.

But he seemed to have no qualifications or position to blame Alfred for his actions.

He just does what he should do.

Lin Han can be resurrected infinitely here, and he has not encountered any real crisis, so Alfred will not help him.

Even the "danger" that Alfred put on him was normal as part of the copy process.

The wallpaper was white, and because the cardboard behind it was exceptionally smooth, at such a close distance, if Lin Han didn't already know what was behind it, he wouldn't have been able to tell what was wrong with the wall in front of him.

He understood everything, but he was still feeling extremely depressed at the moment.

Looking at the wall didn't tell him anything, but he didn't want to move.

It wasn't until a long time later that his toes touched the wall.

He didn't move.

After Alfred left, the frozen time in the room began to flow again, and Lin Han grew up again.

The stool that was originally impossible to push forward was now pushed forward by him just by stretching his foot against the wall.

He pulled a stool and walked to the table on the other side, and sat down facing the mirror he had been trying to find.

The reflection in the mirror showed his appearance as a young man.

The brief moment when time completely stopped made him feel dazed, as if everything that happened at that time, including Alfred's appearance, was a dream, but...

In the mirror, his ears were wrapped in gauze.

He looked in the mirror and reached out to touch it. The soft gauze became slightly damp when his hand exerted force on it.

He didn't know how Alfred had managed it, but the gauze seemed unaffected by gravity and stuck neatly to his ears, neither tilting to one side nor falling apart.

There was only a faint red tint on the gauze, which was the blood stain from the beginning.

There was a lot of blood, from his ears to his neck, all the way down along his collarbone, soaking his chest red.

The white nightgown looked like it had experienced a horrific horror. As time passed, the bloodstains on it dried and turned brown, and it no longer looked clean.

Alfred helped him wipe the blood off his body and he was clean, but he didn't deal with his clothes, so at this moment Lin Han looked like a young actor who ran out of a horror movie.

Maybe while filming is going on.

Coupled with his expressionless and slightly indifferent face at this moment, it is obvious that the actor is immersed in it and cannot extricate himself.

But even though so much blood was lost, Lin Han didn't feel anything.

As Alfred said, this is his reward and he will not feel any pain about it.

The precious reward in the new world has become the painlessness of this moment.

So, styling is a painful thing.

So, what is the look?

Lin Han murmured the question again.

"Don't use your healing powers."

This was what Alfred told him before he left, and it was probably the only hint he gave him.

Lin Han obediently did not use it, but at this moment he became very curious about his ear under the gauze, and his hand stayed there and was reluctant to let go.

It was called a shape, but Lin Han knew that it was not the shape in the literal sense. He had lost so much blood, and Alfred had trimmed his ears into what shape.

After sitting in silence in front of the mirror for a long time, Lin Han finally slowly removed the gauze that perfectly fit the contour of his ear.

There were light red marks on the exposed skin, like the marks left by pruning, one after another, overlapping and intertwined. It didn't seem like anything at first glance, but it was a bit disgusting when you looked at it closely.

These wounds were almost completely healed. Under Lin Han's gaze, the color of the red marks became lighter and lighter, and gradually became invisible to the naked eye. Only when he reached out to touch them could he feel a slight undulation, but soon these undulations disappeared.

Lin Han removed all the gauze, and his ears looked no different from normal ears.

The man in the mirror looked no different from every day except for the large patch of dried blood on his chest.

He is still himself, still the Lin Han who grows up and grows old again and again in the copy.

But how could the styling, which was personally designed by Alfred, remain unchanged?

How can people remember their appearance so clearly? They only know their general appearance, and can vaguely remember their outline when recalling, but everything is blurry.

The clear impression in the photo did not exist in Lin Han's consciousness.

This was the first time that Lin Han looked at himself in the mirror so seriously. He looked at himself in the mirror, trying to find any differences but couldn't find any.

This seems to be him.

Alfred clearly only moved his ears, but he couldn't tell what was different about his ears. In the end, Lin Han saw the shadow of a stranger on his face.

He tried to change his mind, telling himself that the face reflected in the mirror was different from his original self only in its ears, everything else was him, just himself.

But he didn't succeed.

The more he looked, the weirder and more unfamiliar it seemed. The Lin Han in the mirror was Lin Han, but it also seemed not to be Lin Han.

When he looked at himself in the mirror, the person in the mirror was also looking at him with the same inquiring and suspicious eyes, as if another person in disguise was spying on him.

Lin Han even hoped that he had not lost his sense of pain. Perhaps only pain could clearly tell him whether it was only his ears or his entire body that were shaped.

Doubt is such a terrible emotion.

The peace of mind she felt when she saw Alfred had disappeared, and Lin Han became the nervous and frightened Lin Han again.

He stared at the mirror, and the mirror stared back at him.

He didn't dare look away.

[Whether to use a unique perspective for this character]

When the familiar question appeared in Lin Han's consciousness, a dim white outline appeared on Lin Han's body in the mirror. Lin Han, who was still sitting on the stool, felt the chill slowly climbing up from the back of his hand.

He was probably scaring himself, but his body and his consciousness acknowledged his fear at the moment.

【yes】

Lin Han gave an affirmative answer.

The Lin Han in the mirror was no longer Lin Han, nor was the face he feared. Instead, a stick figure expression replaced the one that resembled Lin Han's, with short horizontal lines representing the eyes and a line representing the mouth that curved slightly downwards.

Unhappy, unhappy, scared and uneasy.

Lin Han shuddered.

Goose bumps appeared on my arms and my hair stood on end. It seemed that all the heat in my body was sucked away when I saw this scene, leaving only a cold torso.

He never thought that this ability could be used on himself.

Lin Han staggered to his feet, pressed the mirror down on the table, and returned to the bed after a moment.

He was covered with a quilt, with only half of his face exposed. His eyes were fixed on the curtains above, and he described the lace patterns on them over and over again.

That day, no giant's voice was heard outside, and Alfred did not come again.

He was the only one in the room, all alone.

He grew from a young man into an old man, and finally closed his eyes in silence.

Lin Han didn't know what to say.

He thought about the people outside who were still watching the live broadcast, and that his every move would be seen by them.

But he still did nothing.

As darkness gradually fell before his eyes, he heard the incessant whispering again.

"Why?"

Turns out...that wasn't what he said.

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