Chapter 116 The Cyclic Train
Ever since Yu Leng started to mutter something like "So beautiful, so beautiful" as if in a dream, other people had already started to pay attention to his situation.
Seeing Yu Leng rolling to the ground, the other three people immediately came over and tried to help him up.
Yu Leng still seemed to be trapped in his own brain, unable to react or perceive anything to the outside world.
But the other three people clearly saw that blood was constantly flowing out of his eyes, nose and ears, and the blood was soaking through his clothes along his chin. The situation looked extremely horrific.
Coleman didn't understand what was going on and why he suddenly became like this, but because he suspected that he had internal injuries, he didn't dare to move him casually. He just put his arms behind his back.
Lu Jiamu stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yu Leng, but Yu Leng's distracted eyes did not follow the movement of his fingers at all.
Lu Jiamu asked again: "What did you see just now? What was really beautiful?"
Yu Leng felt as if a century had passed before his soul began to break free from the cage of his head, turned over in his body, and gradually stretched out to his limbs.
He could vaguely hear Lu Jiamu asking questions. Although he couldn't hear clearly, after spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood foam, he still shouted incoherently: "Eyes! Eyes!"
What eyes?
Yu Leng felt as if he had finally returned. He tried his best to grab Lu Jiamu's sleeves and asked frantically: "Did you see it?! Eyes!"
No one but him had seen anything to do with the eyes, and had no idea what he was talking about.
Yu Leng's ears, nose and eyes were still bleeding, and the blood continued to choke him.
According to our current common sense, if a person bleeds like this, he will soon die from blood loss.
But he was still choking, so it was not clear whether he was more likely to die from excessive blood loss or from choking.
Coleman had no choice but to pat him gently to calm him down: "Calm down first, you have no eyes. Calm down."
Yu Leng used up all his strength in panic, but in fact he just raised his head slightly and looked above the circular plaza.
There is only dazzling light in the vast space, and nothing related to the eyes.
But Yu Leng kept shouting “eyes eyes”.
A normal person would have died with the amount of blood he lost, but perhaps because of the special nature of the Wheel of Time, he was still able to scream very loudly even after losing so much blood.
As soon as Yu Leng looked up, Lu Jiamu already knew what he wanted to express.
He must have just seen strange eyes, just above the circular plaza, above their heads.
Lu Jiamu recalled that the diary had hinted several times that they should "go up and take a look" and hinted that Yu Leng possessed this ability.
Maybe Yu Leng really went up to take a look just now for some unknown reason.
His fate may be the true position of the diary.
If Yu Leng died immediately, it would mean that the diary simply wanted to kill them, but it didn't expect Yu Leng to take the initiative.
Lu Jiamu stared at Yu Leng, paying attention to his situation: "I see, you saw eyes on it."
Yu Leng then slowly calmed down, closed his eyes, and seemed to be relieved.
Lu Jiamu looked at him twice, then looked away and opened the death diary.
The first page of the diary has no explanation, only one word: [Ha]
It’s hard to tell whether he is gloating or what.
As Yu Leng looked up at the "eyes", the contents of the diary had changed again, and a new part of the scribbles turned into understandable text.
But the text that emerged this time was different from the last time when it filled an entire page. This time, the words were scattered among the chaotic scribbles.
Lu Jiamu began to flip through the diary, looking for content that he could understand among the messy scribbles.
[You believe that this world...is not this world.
Do you believe that higher-dimensional creatures exist? If the world we live in is a bubble, then they are creatures living outside the bubble. They can travel between different bubbles.
These creatures carry a vast amount of information within them, and if you actually see them, it can cause great harm.
The reason I suddenly wrote all this in my diary is not because I really suffer from mental illness, but because without any of you realizing it, I have been dragged into a strange place and have spent a long time there.
There are twelve doors, connecting to twelve different worlds. I was told that this is a game and I can only have a chance to go home after turning clockwise.
But every game content is terrible, and the people who died behind the door are really dead, and there is no chance to start over.
There were six of us at the beginning, but I was the only one left alive.]
[The round dial, Roman numerals, and all the task prompts are just a way to facilitate our understanding and cognition, and they are not the things themselves. You can understand it as abstract and unknown things being replaced by elements that we are familiar with.
But this is like a three-dimensional person projected onto a wall. Maybe all the useful information has been lost, or maybe the information has not been lost, but we just can't understand it. But either way, it's fatal]
[I still don’t understand the details of the order in which the twelve worlds are arranged, but I can be sure that they are definitely not arranged randomly. There is a certain pattern in it.
I know I'm not the first person to be involved in this kind of incident, but I have almost no access to the information left by my predecessors, so I don't even know which gate they started from, or whether it was the same as me.]
[The reason why I have to write about this matter over and over again and explain it so many times is because what I say is always blocked. I need to try my best to describe my experience in as many ways as possible and to different degrees, so that maybe there will always be a version that is not so easily blocked and can be seen by you earlier]
Just as Lu Jiamu saw this, a "click" sound was heard in the circular plaza.
The shadowy pointer on the ground turned from the Roman numeral 6 to 7, and the entire bright space quickly dimmed, and the surroundings began to become hazy.
Why did it come so quickly this time?
They left from Gate 6 and had been in this space for just over an hour, so they hadn't even had time to sit on the sofa.
Perhaps it was because Yu Leng came into contact with the things above that caused the night mode to come early.
But at this time, you should obviously not think about whether the rest time is too short, but run fast first.
Coleman picked up Yu Lengheng as steadily as possible, and the three of them ran towards Gate Number 7 where the shadow pointer was pointing.
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Mission scenario: a reciprocating train
Number of people: 4
After passing through the light gate, the three people found themselves on a moving train.
Because they didn't expect to be in such a moving place, the three of them lost their balance and swayed.
The information given by the Wheel of Time this time was so strange. It was so simple that it did not only fail to describe what kind of world this was, it did not even tell them what to do here.
In front of them stood a little boy holding a ball.
When the little boy saw them, he seemed to see a monster. His eyes widened slowly and the ball in his hand fell to the ground.
Lu Jiamu thought he was frightened by the blood on Yu Leng's body. Just as he tried to comfort him, he saw that the little boy not only did not run away, but even came closer: "You... who are you? Why are you here? Where did you get on the bus?"
After he asked, he shouted excitedly: "Bishop! Bishop!"
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