Chapter 121 Absurdity
Lin Han spent a relatively peaceful day alone in the room.
After the styling Alfred had given him, this was a rare moment of peace.
From his youth to old age until his death, he never heard any news from the outside world.
He kept lying there, mentally calculating all the information he knew, and the closer he got to the end, the calmer he became.
Until finally, he closed his eyes on his own accord, waiting for his consciousness to leave this aging body.
He didn't hear that again.
Everything seemed to have returned to the way it was when he first entered the copy.
Of course, this was the only time Lin Han had peace in this copy for a long time.
When Lin Han opened his eyes again, it was a new day and he had completely forgotten what day it was.
Still looking like a child, he climbed out of bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and counted down silently in his heart. Not long after, he heard a knock on the door.
It was Alfred who arrived.
Lin Han: "Come in."
As if he heard Lin Han's response, the knock on the door only lasted for a moment before the door was pushed open. Alfred appeared at the door as he expected, with his usual gentle smile on his face.
Alfred: "Shall we begin?"
"Can."
Lin Han nodded. He had already prepared himself mentally.
A new day's styling begins.
As a reward for Lin Han, he will not feel pain because of the shape.
But this time, Alfred asked him to close his eyes.
Lin Han did as he was told.
Still on that stool, Lin Han closed his eyes and felt Alfred holding up his hand. Something cold, unknown to him, kept moving around his fingertips as Alfred moved.
The feeling was too obvious. Lin Han was wondering in his heart what he was doing. He couldn't possibly cut his fingers into a skeleton.
Although his eyes were closed, his eyeballs were moving restlessly under the thin eyelids. Although the owner had no intention of opening his eyes, they looked trembling, and it was obvious that the owner was also very curious.
Alfred chuckled.
The lack of pain really helped Lin Han a lot, and allowed him to still smile at this time.
But this is what he deserves, and Alfred doesn't want Lin Han to develop a strong psychological trauma because of the pain.
By speaking certain words, Lin Han had the small "privilege" of being cared for.
Lin Han waited patiently until Alfred called him.
Alfred: "Okay, that's all for today. I'll leave first. You should have a good rest."
Lin Han: "Okay."
Lin Han didn't look at Alfred when he spoke.
His eyes fell directly on his hands.
To see what Alfred did to his hand.
It was his entire hand that was held up, but after the pose was completed, only his fingertips were wrapped in bandages.
From the fingertips to the second joints, all were tightly wrapped with gauze. Therefore, Lin Han's hands looked like he was wearing ten thick finger gloves, which did not look very harmonious.
The fingers were previously stretched apart by gauze and could not be closed normally.
Excluding the pain at his fingertips, which he couldn't feel, there was some swelling and pain between his fingers as if they were stretched.
His body and hands were too small at the moment, so it was indeed a bit uncomfortable.
But I can endure it.
While Lin Han was concentrating on his hands, Alfred had quietly left the room.
Lin Han glanced at the closed door, then lowered his head and continued to look at his fingers.
There was still a faint trace of blood on the white gauze, but the fingers were clean.
However, Alfred helped him clean the remaining blood on his hands, but did not clean up after him.
There were large patches of bright red blood on the hem of Lin Han's white nightgown.
They were not dry enough to turn yellow, nor were they wet enough to drip.
But as long as Lin Han rubbed it with her wrist and then lifted up her skirt, she could see the slightly damp bloodstains remaining on her leg.
It's not that Alfred couldn't help him clean up the remaining blood. For him, it was probably as easy as helping Lin Han clean up the blood that flowed onto his hands. But Lin Han himself didn't feel any pain. These remaining traces probably wanted him to know that bleeding had occurred in his body and should not be easily ignored.
Alfred didn't say that, it was just Lin Han's own guess.
But it's pretty much the same, I guess.
Lin Han flexed his fingers. Apart from feeling a little uncomfortable, there was no major impact.
He didn't care about the bloodstains on his clothes. There were no new clothes for him to change into in this room without a wardrobe, and it was impossible for him to change clothes on the spot in front of so many viewers in the live broadcast room.
Lin Han jumped off the stool and dragged it towards the mirror with difficulty.
But the stool was too heavy, and he was forced to stop panting after dragging it only a short distance.
Alfred's appearance paused the flow of time in the room for him, but he was still a child who didn't have enough strength to drag the stool.
He could stand on tiptoe to look in the mirror, but Lin Han didn't want to.
He stood beside the stool, and waited until he was old enough and strong enough to move the stool before continuing his previous operation. Then he sat down steadily on the stool, facing the mirror that he was a little afraid of.
Lin Han said before that she didn’t want to look in the mirror anymore.
He looked at himself in the mirror as if he were looking at a stranger.
Because he couldn't tell the difference between the before and after of the hairstyle, he was hostile to both the parts that belonged to him and the parts that didn't belong to him, and he ended up giving himself in the mirror an exclusive perspective.
But what Alfred said had already conveyed many hidden messages to him.
The "owner" of the copy is Jiang Xuchen's brother. He has never actually seen Jiang Xuchen, but he will obtain information from the people in the copy and learn some things about Jiang Xuchen.
But he didn't know much.
Therefore, his access to information is limited, and the one who conveys this information to him cannot be Alfred or anyone else, not even Shen Qiuqiu, it can only be him.
Yin Yue didn’t know what Jiang Xuchen looked like or his personality, but she knew it through hearing it, and the feeling was different.
Perhaps it was precisely because he knew but did not share the information that he was punished.
Apart from this, among those who had contact with Yin Yue, only Lin Han knew about it.
At that time, he had already had a brief contact with Jiang Xuchen and had a preliminary understanding of him.
However, Lin Han, who knew a little about Jiang Xuchen, failed to successfully pass the [Factory] copy.
Perhaps this was how he successfully obtained some information from Lin Han and successfully passed it on to all the other countless brothers of Jiang Xuchen that Lin Han had met but not met.
This also includes the ruler of this copy.
Lin Han looked at himself in the mirror and once again focused on his ears.
Because he had a deep memory of it before, he was sure that his ears today should be no different from his ears after Alfred's styling that day.
In this room, Lin Han would start over again and again, which could be regarded as resetting his life in a sense. Every day when he woke up, he would look like his younger self.
But the styling is beyond reset.
The shaped ears appeared on Lin Han's body as he started a new day, without having to go through the styling process again.
Then at this time tomorrow, Lin Han's fingers will also look like today's style.
As the days go by and the number of styling increases, Lin Han on the new day will look less and less like Lin Han's original appearance, but become the product of the styling.
Then he can stand out?
Lin Han touched his cheek in a daze.
Will he gradually become like Jiang Xuchen?
He had an indescribable strange feeling.
But according to Alfred, the more you look like Jiang Xuchen, the more likely you are to pass the level.
Especially since the styling can only change Lin Han's appearance, he and Jiang Xuchen have a deeper similarity, which may be the most crucial thing.
But Lin Han still remembered what Wen said to him.
"They'll kill you."
Jiang Xuchen himself cannot enter the copy, otherwise the copy will get out of control. Only by asking Lin Han, who is slightly similar to him, to come can he maintain his calmness.
Because it looks similar but not too similar, I can tolerate it and tease it like a toy.
But he is not the real Jiang Xuchen after all. The other party clearly knows the difference between them and also knows Lin Han's position, so even if he did not lose control, he would really be willing to kill him.
That's why Wencai said that.
He is probably the one with the least negative emotions. He can face Jiang Xuchen while also showing a little kindness to Lin Han because of their similarities.
Lin Han's face turned pale because of his own speculation.
He already knows his position very well.
He had to face everyone in the dungeon just like he faced Yin Yue, as long as the dungeon's mechanism or the opponent's strength had a way to control him.
But now he is severely restricted by the mechanism of this copy.
To stand out, the standards are never customized by him.
Lin Han sat in front of the mirror for a long time and didn't leave.
This time he didn't find his face scary. At most, he felt that the face was a little unfamiliar because of his ears.
His body grew over time, and his nightgown adjusted to fit without causing him discomfort, but the gauze on his fingers did not.
They look like ordinary gauze.
So the tightness in his fingers quickly caught Lin Han's attention.
He felt like he was wearing ten shackles, and because he didn't feel any pain, they were just tight and uncomfortable.
Lin Han looked at his hands for a long time, and finally began to slowly remove the gauze on his hands.
Alfred had wrapped it loosely at first, perhaps so that he could just push it out like a fingertip.
It’s not possible now, Lin Han can only bite him and pull him out with her teeth.
But as long as you free two fingers, it will be much more convenient later on.
But this was just Lin Han's overly beautiful imagination.
He finally used his teeth to tear off the gauze from all ten fingers.
After a long time, the shape marks on the fingers have disappeared completely, but it has undergone new changes.
Alfred removed the last phalanx of his finger, along with the nail.
The tips of his fingers were now just a useless piece of soft flesh, and where the nail beds used to be was a more tender raw pink.
He had no place to exert force at all.
This is true for all ten fingers.
He held his hand up and looked at it for a moment, then pressed his fingertips against the table and saw that it was obediently pressed against the surface until it was almost folded.
Looking at this almost absurd scene, Lin Han couldn't help but let out a sigh, and sneered silently at his shapeless fingertips.
What the hell is this?
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