The headquarters of the Bureau of Dangerous Heresy.

Bai Liu was transported here under strict guard, and this time he was welcomed in through the main gate in a dignified manner.

Everyone lined up on both sides of the main entrance in a solemn wait. They looked with fear, hatred, and disbelief at this heretic who had escaped from here last night and was voluntarily welcomed back this morning.

The huge white ball slowly turned and opened the entrance to him.

Bai Liu walked in without looking around. On his left was the captain of the second team who escorted him, Cen Mingming, on his right was Tang Erda, and behind him was the mighty team members.

If Bai Liu's hands were not still handcuffed behind his back, he would look like the leader of the two teams - the former captain of the first team.

But in reality, he was just a fugitive who had to be captured by two detachments.

Bai Liu entered the elevator under the guidance. Cen Mingming swiped his card to light up the elevator operation button. Tang Er took a step forward, took a deep breath and pressed the bottom button.

The elevator carrying three people descended layer by layer and fell into the ground.

I don't know when the smell of the sea began to permeate this narrow elevator.

"I'm surprised you agreed to my conditions so readily." Bai Liu turned his head to look at Cen Mingming who was standing behind him on his left side, "After all, Heretic 0001 seems to be very important to you."

Cen Mingming glanced at him and said, "No matter how important it is, it is not as important as two thousand lives. It is only more important to the captain of the first team. He is its guardian and the one who decided to seal it up. We don't even know what this heresy is."

"Besides, you just said you wanted to take a look. It won't cause any trouble to us." Cen Mingming coldly grabbed Bai Liu's head and turned it back with a click. "Look ahead, don't look at me. The file says that your eyes have a seductive effect on humans."

Bai Liu was caught off guard and felt his teeth ache: "..."

Tang Erda, who provided the information of the file bag: "..."

The elevator stopped steadily, the door opened smoothly, and Bai Liu walked out.

Once again stepping into the dangerous bottom of the Bureau of Heresy, the situation is very different from last time, but the scene is the same——

——A long, pitch-black corridor without any light, like a deep-sea tunnel, with the smell of sea water floating in the air, coming from nowhere, and a door standing quietly at the end, forever closed.

"Let me make it clear first. We have no intention of opening this door for you. After all, no one knows how dangerous this heretic is." Cen Mingming turned his head to look at Bai Liu, "We only agree to let you use Heretic 7061 [Mirror of Perspective] to take a look at what is behind the door."

"One minute, to be exact."

Cen Mingming held up a black box with the number [7061] on it. He shook a strange-looking watch on his wrist in front of Bai Liu and said, "If you confirm, I will remove the handcuffs, hand you the [Mirror of Perspective], and then start the countdown."

Bai Liu turned around without objection and asked Cen Mingming to uncuff him.

Cen Mingming lowered his head and uncuffed Bai Liu: "——One more thing, as far as I know, everyone who has seen Heretic 0001 has gone crazy and committed suicide."

He paused. "-- Including my former captain, who was also the greatest captain of the Bureau of Heresy, the first captain of the First Division, the Prophet. It's not too late for you to regret now."

The moment the handcuffs were removed, Cen Mingming put the gun to Bai Liu's head.

Bai Liu raised his hands naturally to indicate that he was harmless, then rubbed his wrists which were bruised by the handcuffs, turned to face Cen Mingming behind the gun, and asked with interest:

"Then, our great captain, do you have anything else to say about Heretic 0001?"

Tang Er, who was standing nearby, shook his head: "Most of them are sealed in top-secret files. No one has the permission to view them."

"But there are a few things I know." Cen Mingming looked at Bai Liu, "The Prophet said that everyone will be very afraid of what Heresy 0001 presents, so they will go crazy when they see it."

Bai Liu raised an eyebrow: "Similar to Murphy's Mirror?"

"No, the Murphy's Mirror is fake, but what Heretic 0001 showed you is real." Cen Mingming approached Bai Liu, and the muzzle of his gun was against Bai Liu's forehead. The metal muzzle was as cold as Cen Mingming's eyes at the moment. "All heretics have names. Do you know what Heretic 0001's name is?"

Bai Liu asked, "What is it?"

Cen Mingming: "[Future]."

Tang Erda was also startled. Bai Liu glanced at Tang Erda's confused expression and realized that the captain of the third team, like him, was also hearing the name of Heretic 0001 for the first time.

"Why does the Future make so many people scared and crazy?" Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked at the captain of the Second Team who seemed to have many secrets.

"Perhaps the very existence of the [future] is to make people feel fear and go crazy because of it." Cen Mingming put a gun to the back of Bai Liu's head and forced him to move forward. His tone and expression were abnormally calm. "Fear comes from the unknown. Is there anything more unpredictable and more frightening than the [future]?"

Bai Liu raised his hands and walked forward: "It sounds like Captain Cen has seen his own [future]."

"I have never seen a known [future] that would make me lose both my fear and the motivation to pursue it." Cen Mingming stopped walking, "But you will soon decide whether to see your [future] or not."

Bai Liu raised his head, and in front of him was the welded door of Heresy 0001.

The door was tall, cold, and indestructible. It had no entrance and no key. It was so lonely as if it was born this way, blocking the scent of Xie Ta that Bai Liu smelled and him.

Bai Liu smelled the scent of Xie Ta in the "future" that belonged to him.

"Have you thought it through?" Cen Mingming looked at Bai Liu, "Do you want to see your terrifying [future]?"

"Maybe sometimes the [future] isn't so scary?" Bai Liu replied softly, "When you know there's someone in your [future]."

Bai Liu did not turn around and calmly extended his hand to Cen Mingming. Cen Mingming was silent for a moment, put the box containing Heresy 7061 in Bai Liu's palm, and then unlocked the box with his fingerprint.

The heavy stainless steel box was folded open, revealing a monocle of exquisite workmanship and ancient style, wrapped in a piece of fine velvet.

"Lift it until it is aligned with your pupil line, just like when a doctor measures your eyeglasses for myopia. Adjust the position until the iron door in front of you becomes transparent."

Tang Erda instructed Bai Liu in how to use the monocle in a deep voice, his tone becoming uncontrollably complicated: "...Then you can see the... [future] inside."

At the same time, Cen Mingming pressed the timing button on his watch.

Amid the ticking sound of the second hand, Bai Liu saw through the half-convex, old lens covered with various scratches that the iron gate gradually disappeared, revealing an empty, pure white expanse behind the gate.

This pure white light and shadow spread endlessly inwards, as if no matter how hard you looked inside, you could only glimpse this emotionless white light in vain.

Finally, when Bai Liu's eyes began to feel sore, a small TV with a snowy screen appeared at the end of the white light.

The small TV seemed to realize that Bai Liu was watching it. The buttons on the edge of the TV jumped spontaneously, as if searching for channels. The snow screen flashed twice, and turned into black and white letters starting with an old movie. There were flashing lights on it, and in the center was a row of large subtitles:

【The Last World Line Game】

[Player: Bai Liu and his friends (?)]

[Setting mode: Extremely difficult mode (Hell mode)]

[Setting up the main plot of the game, part 1 - a tragic love story of separation and death]

The subtitles faded, and the bars on the small TV flashed twice, revealing a very unclear first-person perspective scene that looked like a single-player horror game from the 1980s or 1990s.

Bai Liu saw swaying waves, tiny pieces of floating ice, and bubbles rising from his mouth and nose on the small TV. It seemed that he had fallen into the water, and judging from the fact that his limbs were floating weakly at the edge of his vision, he must have been drowning for more than four minutes and seemed to be about to drown.

But at this moment, his hands and feet seemed to be moving weakly, and he seemed to still have some consciousness.

Strangely, he did not move toward the surface of the water, but continued to dive deeper beneath the surface - as if trying to grab something that had fallen into the water.

As the screen shook and the perspective changed, Bai Liu saw what he was grabbing - it was a beating heart that kept falling deeper into the bottom of the ice field.

Just when Bai Liu was about to grab it, a hand pierced through his chest and grabbed the heart before him. At the same time the hand was pulled back, it ruthlessly crushed Bai Liu's heart as if to eradicate it completely.

Blood mist exploded from his body and spread to all places where the sea water reached.

Bai Liu saw himself slowly turning around, spreading his limbs and sinking in the sea dyed red and blue. His eyelids closed weakly and the picture on the small TV began to fade to black and shake unsteadily.

But Bai Liu did see the man who crushed his heart, and he had a face exactly like Tavel's.

He held the still beating heart coldly and indifferently, floating in the water like a god, looking down from above at Bai Liu freezing in the zero-degree water.

The faint light in the sky died out and disappeared. The sun on the horizon was incomplete, with only one quarter left. The seabed that swallowed up Bai Liu became even colder.

The picture gradually faded, and a new line of subtitles appeared on the small TV:

[Setting up the main plot of the game part 2 - Old friends who have gone their separate ways for ten years]

This time the screen on the small TV was shaking even more violently, as if someone was grabbing Bai Liu by the collar and shaking his head violently, yelling at him hysterically:

"Bai Liu!! You can't go on like this! You've done enough to win!!"

Bai Liu recognized the voice.

Bai Liu also recognized the face of the man who was beating him on the small TV with tears flowing down his face, red face, bulging veins on his neck - this was the first time he had seen this guy with such an expression in ten years.

Lu Yizhan stood in front of him, pinched his shoulders and arms, and threw him to the ground over and over again - this was his method for dealing with prisoners.

Bai Liu's body was covered in blood, and his hands and feet were covered in bruises, but Lu Yizhan was not in much better condition, his nose was crooked, and his face was bruised. His eyes, which usually looked distressed or gentle, were filled with an unprecedented intense emotion. He stared at Bai Liu motionlessly, as if ready to rush up at any time.

They seemed to have fought each other violently and mercilessly.

Bai Liu heard his own violent and heavy breathing. He should be the one who was more seriously injured - Lu Yizhang had received professional training in grappling, and Bai Liu could not beat him in hand-to-hand combat.

But Lu Yizhan, who was less seriously injured, seemed to finally be unable to hold back his tears. He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, wiping his entire face until it was bloody. Then he raised his head and asked him, trying to hold back his sobs: "Bai Liu, what is the meaning of your existence?"

"—Just to become a monster standing in front of me?"

"Aren't you alone?"

The author has something to say:

Everything you see in the [future] will happen. This story is about he, and the [future] has a specific reference. You will know when you read on!