Chapter 459: The Price of Seeing.
Everyone knows.
The damage doesn't go away, it just moves on.
There is no free lunch in the world. If there is, it's just that someone has paid the price for you.
Luo Ji closed his eyes tightly, his eyelids like hinges stapled shut, not even the slightest gap left.
But the strange thing is that even if he no longer looks at the mirror, some kind of connection beyond the physical level is still corroding his body and soul like a cancer.
The first thing that hit me was the feeling of drowning, as if I was being pushed into the deep sea, and my lungs felt like they were going to explode with every breath.
Then came a horrible itching sensation deep in the bone marrow, as if countless insects were gnawing at the bone cavity.
His shoulder blades and spine spasmed uncontrollably, as if they would pierce through the skin and flesh and burst out of the body in the next second.
Then, consciousness suddenly fell into a sticky darkness, and all five senses were completely deprived.
In this darkness, there is nothing but eternal silence.
Then, he felt his soul being pulled out of his body and drawn into a spinning vortex.
It's like falling into a strange cycle.
Sometimes he is a deformed monster curled up in the irradiated ruins, with his rotten claws tearing his internal organs; sometimes he is an ignorant child sitting in the wheat field, looking up at the UFO passing through the sky;
Countless conflicting memories churned his brain like razor blades, nearly causing him to split mentally. He couldn't remember who he was or where he came from.
After finally escaping from the cycle of reincarnation, he felt the liquid in his blood vessels suddenly boiling, as if they were being fried on a raging fire.
Then, he was served on a huge dining table, and a faceless mouth was biting towards him.
A horrible biting sound exploded in his ears, and he clearly felt his bones being bitten off with a "crack".
"I... am going to be eaten?!"
Luo Ji struggled on the brink of collapse, but couldn't even scream.
He didn't dare to open his eyes, or even think - he was almost dead without looking in the mirror, and if he really caught a glimpse of the scene in the mirror, wouldn't he be turned into a pool of blood and mud on the spot? Luo Ji instinctively believed that all the harm he was suffering now was caused by the mirror.
The mirror saw the horror that it shouldn't have seen, and as the host of the mirror, he was just passively sharing some of the damage of "observation".
This is very logical whether it is the quantum entanglement effect at the scientific level or the object contract in the field of metaphysics.
His judgment was basically correct.
In fact, since he closed his eyes sincerely, he only suffered 10% of the indirect damage, while the mirror took 90% of the main damage.
But the problem is, even though he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but be watched closely by someone nearby.
Therefore, the damage caused by Zhang Liyu's peeking was also taken into account.
As for why this harm should be blamed on Jingzi and Luo Ji, the cause and effect behind it is very profound.
But, to put it simply, let's use reality as a popular analogy:
Suppose you use a camera to shoot a rather crude "learning" video, spread it, and then it is seen by others.
Legally, you are creating and disseminating objectionable content.
You are the perpetrator who needs to be arrested, and the camera is a tool that needs to be confiscated.
And what guilt can those who accidentally watched this video be held responsible for?
Even if there are, their guilt will be counted on you, that is, the judge will increase your sentence based on the amount of spread you have caused.
Of course, those who watched your video were not completely unharmed. Their pure hearts were permanently and irreparably polluted by the video.
Click--click--
Luo Ji continued to hear auditory hallucinations that he seemed to be being eaten.
Time twisted in fear.
Maybe a century passed, maybe just a second.
Luo Ji suddenly felt the bone-gnawing pain in his body recede like a tide.
His consciousness returned to clarity from the chaos, and he was shocked to realize that the "click" sound was not an auditory hallucination, but he opened his eyelids with trembling, his neck was as stiff as a rusty machine, and he lowered his head inch by inch.
I saw that the surface of the ancient bronze mirror was covered with spider-web-like cracks, and large pieces of debris were falling silently into the turbid water on the ground, splashing dark water.
The only remaining half of the lens was embedded precariously in the frame, covered with fine cracks, as if it would jump into the river and commit suicide with the couple if they made the slightest movement.
What upset him most was the mirror itself - the once bright and clear surface was now covered with a layer of pale fog, like the cloudy eyeballs of a blind person, and could no longer reflect any images.
"Luo Ji, why are you holding a broken mirror? And it suddenly broke?"
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Zhang Liyou half-knelt beside him. She deliberately avoided Luo Ji's bereaved expression, lowered her head and concentrated on groping in the sewage, carefully picking up pieces of irregular debris.
At an angle that Luo Ji couldn't see, two smaller lenses quietly slid into her cuffs.
The edge of the fragment left tiny bloody marks on her arm under her sleeve, but she seemed not to notice and just handed the picked up fragment to Luo Ji.
"The mirror is broken into pieces, do you still want it? Why not throw it away?"
Zhang Liyu fell silent before she finished speaking.
Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she stared at Luo Ji's face, lowering her voice and exclaiming, "Wait—your eyes?"
Luo Ji subconsciously took the broken mirror she handed him and uttered "thank you" hoarsely.
But as soon as the word came out, my heart shuddered: "Eyes, what's wrong with my eyes...?"
Boom——!!! A deafening explosion suddenly interrupted the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
The entire underground pipeline shook violently, and the rusty metal pipe walls made teeth-grinding groans.
The turbid sewage splashed in the shock, and the mirror in Luo Ji's hand made a "cracking" sound as if it was on the verge of collapse. Those spider-web-like cracks seemed to be completely disintegrated, as if it didn't want to "live" for even a second.
Luo Ji didn't even have time to put the mirror back into his pocket. He didn't care about anything else and his palm trembled.
The palm of my hand suddenly split open vertically, like a toothless mouth, revealing the scarlet flesh inside.
Zhang Liyu stared at the scene with eyes wide open, but her heart was strangely calm.
After witnessing the unimaginable horrors in the Mirror Gallery, this kind of trivial "abnormality" could no longer stir up any waves in her heart.
Cuicui was so shocked that her jaw almost dislocated and her eyeballs almost popped out. A thought exploded in her mind like thunder: "Our so-called [Avengers]... Luo Ji himself is a monster?!"
As the two people stared at each other, the half broken mirror was slowly swallowed by the "mouth" in Luo Ji's palm.
The flesh squirmed and wrapped around the lens, making a creepy sticky sound, and finally closed completely, leaving only a faint scar on the palm.
There was no time to ask questions or explain. The wind from the explosion was like a heavy door panel, hitting the three people head-on and blowing them away...
(End of this chapter)
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