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“I understand that you have misunderstood me.”
“A sad and heartbreaking barrier has formed between us. I am so sad.”
Sergio thought to himself, "What cowards. Look at them. These idiots are willing to play along with that script. The deeper he looked, the more certain he became that this universe was created to leave them bewildered. Without guidance, without any anchor points, everyone will get lost."
He had never realized that those empty souls were so gloomy and sorrowful, as if in that instant, everyone had become merchandise for sale in a doll shop—they were broken and bruised, their features and limbs were twisted and deformed, and their pairs of glass bead-like eyes stared into the darkness, unable to let in a ray of light.
"So, would you like to see it?"
Do you also want to understand the truth?
"Gu Heng."
"A poor, newborn prisoner of the long time web."
"With just one word from you... I can use that great power to guide you to the truth."
Gu Heng took a sip of the coffee on the table. It was really good; it was still hot.
He replied in a flat tone.
"Is this the psychological suggestion you're giving me?"
"They throw out a bait, waiting for me to take the bait, and then I end up like everyone else who died."
"To comprehend the truth... If it's really as miraculous as you say, then why did you suffer a backlash just now?"
Sergio was indeed asked that question.
But he remained silent for less than two seconds before responding.
"I told you, you who cannot see the truth will never understand how insane that bastard is... and how terrifying he is."
"If he were to collect all the fragments scattered throughout the multiverse."
"The consequences will be unimaginable."
"Even the supreme divinity must bow down to 659, let alone other conceptual abilities."
"I have a new idea."
"You don't want to know the truth, but I'm going to go against that fixed mindset."
"You are simply programmed to think that way; the future you see is less than one ten-thousandth of what I observe."
Something suddenly pierced into my back.
Gu Heng moved his lips but made no sound. He stared into Sergio's eyes, and for the first time, he saw in the other's eyes... a complex will, a clear consciousness unique to humans, but mixed with too much fear and tension—it was too incongruous. The gaze was so focused that he could even feel Sergio's body tense up, as if he were looking through him at something extremely devastating.
What's this?
He reached out to touch it.
Then, Gu Heng sensed its outline.
It was just a fountain pen.
"This is the key."
"I temporarily borrowed it from 832."
“You haven’t reached the extreme, so only by going through it can you open the ‘door’.”
"Then... let's go see."
"I hope you can come back alive."
Sergio stopped talking and simply raised his hand in a waving motion.
In an instant, Gu Heng felt the surrounding scenery begin to recede, and countless red and blue lines covered everything in his field of vision.
Finally, they swallowed him up.
...
...
"Just think about it."
"Your life is pre-programmed."
"Everything you've experienced—the pain, despair, and misery—was actually a script that someone had written in advance."
"Even the fact that you can read this now is part of the plan."
"And then, what would you think?"
"You might think I'm crazy."
"But you're the one who's crazy."
Gu Heng stood silently in the darkness.
At first, the voice kept talking to itself, like the chilling atmosphere. The sound came directly from the depths of the brain, impossible to ignore or reject.
He can't see or do anything.
But his intuition told him that he was surrounded by "people".
They approached without warning, and the situation was extremely dangerous.
The subconscious mind frantically sent out commands: Run! Use all your strength, use every weapon and ability at your disposal, get away from here!
But Gu Heng stood still, and ironically, the pen was still stuck in his back of the chest. The wound wasn't deep, and the bleeding had even stopped. He didn't know how much time had passed, nor could he act rashly. Who knew if pulling that thing out would leave him trapped there forever?
Then, he smelled the odor—it was the smell of rotting meat, enough to make one vomit the moment they smelled it, and the quantity was frighteningly large, otherwise it couldn't be so strong—he immediately remembered that it was the same smell during the massacre and the mission to exterminate the infected. How many people died back then? Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands? He really couldn't remember.
Twenty-seven seconds after the smell appeared, Gu Heng suddenly regained his vision—like a film reel replacing a shot, it was truly unexpected. The light was as dim as he had expected, but it was enough to see clearly.
He saw something walk past him, very close, less than three meters away.
That thing... looked like a corpse that had come back to life. It was about the same size as me, but a little thinner, and was wearing a very tattered gray work uniform, like the kind you'd find in a car repair shop.
The creature's neck was broken, and its entire body was bent at an unbelievable angle. Only then did he realize that the person's hands and feet had been switched positions, and the person was walking back and forth on the ground with the bent hands, leaving several thin streaks of blood in its wake—not liquid blood, of course, but fragments, the state of blood that had congealed after death.
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