Chapter 265 The Ending
The warm yellow light shines on the face, melting and swallowing the black and white light sources.
Lin Lang opened his eyes and took a deep breath. The light spots on his retina gradually spread, and a vast scene unfolded before his eyes.
"Huha——" The white mist around her lips became transparent, and she gradually saw an unusually wide platform.
It was connected to the corridor, and above it stood a heavy carved metal door, from behind which the melodious sound of a piano could be faintly heard.
The cramped corridors and stairs inside the tower have become like this. It seems that this is the illusion of the core area... Is that right?
Lin Lang quickly turned around to look for Xiao'er, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her smooth black hair. "Great! I thought we were separated again. Wait, where's Lan?"
She still clearly remembered the woman with such a strong presence.
Lan has long black hair stained with wine red, wears sunglasses on his face, and has an unruly smile on his lips.
Lan is Chen Xiao'er's guardian.
But now she only saw Xiao'e wearing a formal dress, standing alone in the corridor.
Lin Lang keenly noticed that Xiao'er's sneakers had been changed back into translucent crystal shoes at some point.
Chen Xiao'er was walking towards the stairs when she heard the question. She turned around and said naturally, "Sister Lan said there were too many strangers here, so she agreed to wait for us outside."
That's not the case at all. Your memory has been altered by the illusion!
Lin Lang was about to say it when she thought of Chen Xiao'er's cognitive filter, but in this regard she thought of the ability to reset to zero.
Something's wrong. If this is truly an illusion, I should have fallen into it before her. Even during the Devouring Serpent's Ritual of Power, Xiao'ai and I fell into the illusion together.
The priority for resetting to zero is power level. There's no reason why I should be exempt from the illusion while Chen Xiao'er isn't. Unless the enemy is targeting her... That's right, the enemy is probably targeting her, so is that why only Chen Xiao'er is experiencing the illusion?
Maybe there is another possibility.
Lin Lang immediately thought of the second situation - reality.
Under the premise that everything you see is reality, only Chen Xiao'er will be misled by the cognitive filter.
But this should be inside the Power Ceremony, separated from the outside world, right? Otherwise, the scope of influence would be very large.
Lin Lang was worried about his own imagination. Chen Xiao'er had already climbed several steps up the stairs.
She stood on the steps, her skirt lifted, and said, "Why don't you go down to the hall and play with your classmates? I'll go talk to Zero myself."
Lin Lang asked tentatively, "Do you still remember what you want to say to Ling later?"
"How could I forget? We just talked about it." Chen Xiao'er chuckled: "I don't want Ling and Xu She to play the role of the God of Love Princess, hum~"
She made a cute nasal sound, turned her head and ran up the stairs.
She remembered correctly. Lin Lang's heart sank. Either the enemy wasn't capable of significantly altering Chen Xiao'er's memory. Or... the enemy had modified more than just Chen Xiao'er's memory.
She stood downstairs and thought for a while, and Chen Xiao'er's figure had disappeared around the corner of the second floor.
Lin Lang stepped onto the stairs and was about to catch up when a warm yellow light suddenly became brighter, dyeing her profile a light gold.
The metal door slowly opened towards her, and a rich floral fragrance filled her face.
In her eyes, there seemed to be clusters of golden, pink and white daturas hanging down, and the hanging flower buds turned into spinning skirts after endless rotation.
A group of people are dancing on the dance floor. Some of them are strangers, some are familiar, some are wearing masks, and some are showing their smooth faces.
Their young bodies bloomed like flowers, emitting more fragrance as they spun, as if they wanted to squeeze out all the youth, vitality and the most precious things deep in their souls and brew them into sweet honey.
As familiar faces flashed before his eyes, Lin Lang felt numb all over.
She rushed into the dance floor, grabbed the nearest Qian Xiaomei, and shook her vigorously, shouting, "Are you crazy? Stop it now!"
The piano music did not stop, and Qian Xiaomei did not stop spinning. She was hugged by her masked dance partner around the waist and swung deeper into the dance floor.
rustling.
The girl turned her body while spinning, and her smooth face was without any facial features.
"!" Lin Lang quickly let go. After she let go, "Qian Xiaomei" came back again. Her facial features seemed to have turned into a thin mask, gently covering her smooth face.
Lin Lang glanced out of the corner of her eye and found that every classmate had a familiar face, but when she tried hard to see who was who, those faces became smooth as mirrors.
What's going on?
Lin Lang was pinned to the spot by huge doubts.
Experience taught her that she must not act rashly when encountering such strange situations, and violating the rules may result in the death of all her classmates.
But if I do nothing, will something even more terrible happen?
There were also many cases where the students were not able to complete certain movements within the specified time. In that case, she had to forcibly drag the students out before the music ended.
So which rule should be followed here?!
Click, click, someone knocked on the snack table in front of her.
Lin Lang raised his head and couldn't help but exclaimed softly: "Dad?!"
The pink-haired man had changed into a full black suit, but the long trench coat filled with various tools was still draped over his shoulders as a coat.
Seeing her looking at him with a look of surprise, Dad nodded, raised his hand from the table, and waved at her with his palm facing up.
Lin Lang stared for several seconds before he breathed a sigh of relief: Dad's face is still there!
She put her right hand on her belt and ran over briskly.
The two of them walked around the spinning skirt from the side. The golden and black patterns on the floor made people dizzy, as if it could turn into a monster with a bloody mouth at any time.
Lin Lang followed his father nervously for a long time amidst the sound of music. After lifting the door curtain countless times, he finally found a lounge where the piano sound could not be heard.
"Okay, this place should be a little safer." Dad stopped in front of the sofa.
He stretched out his right hand and searched around in his pocket, but couldn't find a cigarette for a long time. He sighed and said, "You've noticed too, right? Something's not right today."
today?
Lin Lang narrowed his eyes: With Dad's experience and personality, if his memory hadn't been distorted, he would definitely say "something is not right with this world" or something similar.
Sure enough, Uncle Wolf stroked his chin and said, "There's something wrong with the school festival held by the church. I actually wanted to agree to their proposal."
Lin Lang pursed her lips, looked into her father's eyes, and slowly spoke, "Why don't you start from the beginning? We haven't seen each other for so long, how would I know what the situation is like on the front line right now?"
Dad nodded, not noticing the temptation in these words.
He said wistfully, "You know we're having a hard time here. Even if we resort to the last resort of kidnapping Chen Xiao'er and Chen Xiaotong, what's the point? We might as well cooperate with the church."
Dad's emotions and statements were strange, but not so strange as to be completely impossible.
And what he said is what I guessed the Front would do, so do they still remember that they wanted to "kidnap" Chen Xiao'er?
Lin Lang did not interrupt her father. She had previously suspected that the human soul front was preparing to launch a major wave before the doomsday meteor shower.
Dad should have seen that this move was unwise, but like many cadres, he believed that the path the church was taking was not the path humanity should take. Therefore, even if it meant being torn to pieces, he would never consider truly submitting to the church.
But not considering being torn to pieces does not mean not considering "any situation".
If they see the truth clearly and believe that the church's path is the only way to save the world, then even if they are reluctant, they will grit their teeth and accept it. Even if they are willing to die calmly, they must leave a glimmer of hope for future generations.
But such a premise is simply impossible to hold.
Not to mention Dad, even a traitor like me isn't sure the Church's path is the only correct choice. So, is the key to his distorted memory his identification with the Church?
Uncle Wolf said with a bitter face: "...They are still planning to continue the attack. I can't abandon my companions and become a traitor..."
He exuded an air of confusion. Dad had never been so confused before, because he knew clearly what he wanted to do and what he could do.
Lin Lang's eyes lit up: What made Dad confused was probably not amnesia, but the collision of two completely different thoughts in his mind!
Is it a mental illness like schizophrenia or a bipolar personality? Just give it a try and you'll find out.
She relaxed her stance and asked with a smile, "Dad, you're like a completely different person. Didn't you always say that for the sake of the purity of human souls, we can't just rely on some vague god for everything?"
Uncle Wolf smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, but my lord..." His voice stopped abruptly and his eyes became sharp in an instant.
"My Lord? Ha!" Dad's voice, as if he didn't care about anything but expected everything, came back, full of viciousness.
Uncle Wolf grabbed the left sleeve and tore it hard. The tightly sewn dress was instantly torn apart, revealing the crisscrossing scars on his arm.
There was an obvious suture between his shoulder and arm. The active alienated organs did not allow the wound to heal, and deliberately left a brightly colored tattoo.
The thorns pierced the bird's heart, but the bird was still singing.
"I knew it...was it an illusion or a memory modification?" Uncle Wolf tenderly gazed at the bright red on the bird's chest, gently touching it with his fingertips. "She and I made a vow—never let our souls fall into the abyss, or else we'll die from a heart piercing. It seems that monster's modification methods weren't very effective, huh."
"Great! Dad, you're finally back to normal." Lin Lang breathed a sigh of relief. At least he had a reliable companion. He no longer had to wander around like a madman in this strange world.
Now comes the question.
"What should we do next?" Uncle Wolf pulled out parts from his coat and assembled them into a small knife. He glanced at his daughter and said, "You know this place well, so you tell me."
Dad, can you please wait a few years before saying this?
Lin Lang glanced outside the door curtain. She really wanted to encourage her father to go smash the piano with her and see what would happen if she dragged the classmates out by force.
With a rustling sound, the thin door curtain suddenly swayed slightly.
The two people inside the door tensed their bodies and held down the weapons at their waists.
Click.
The glass rolled to the ground, leaving a large puddle of water.
The father and daughter held their breath at the same time, watching the water stains spread on the floor, as if someone was writing with their feet dipped in water.
Unfortunately, the person's handwriting was so poor that I couldn't make out what he wrote after writing for a long time.
The water stain has stopped, and the other party may have realized the problem.
After about a minute, the wet footprints began to move again.
Click, click.
It walked around the carpet and to the wall.
[Don't move - wait for instructions]
Bright red characters appeared one by one on the snow-white wall.
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