At this moment, Rihuaian seemed to have instantly returned to the state he was in when he first met Blore. Like a helpless child, he said with a slightly trembling voice:
"Absolutely not! I have this very strong feeling that I always see the same set of faces at any given time.
Every time, when those figures suddenly appeared at my doorstep, my heart sank.
They experience death again and again, and strangely, although their personalities change slightly each time, the one constant is the inevitable death."
Ri Huaian himself didn't know why these thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind, but he had an inexplicable intuition that everything he thought of was real.
Just at that moment, a deep sense of fear surged into his heart like a tide, making him tremble involuntarily.
Because he really couldn't imagine what a horrifying scene it would be if Blore turned into that man the next time they met, or became an insignificant marginal figure in the team who could be used as a test subject at any time.
He is indifferent to the life and death of others because, in his opinion, these people may have the same goals as him.
However, it is so ridiculous that even he himself does not know what he is trying to do.
Somehow, he always felt that there were large gaps in his memory and it was by no means complete.
But strangely, he was not anxious at all, as if a mysterious voice was whispering to him:
"Don't worry, everything will return to normal. It's just a matter of time."
Things like this are no stranger to him, and it seems that he always gives up halfway and fails.
But somehow, these failures seemed insignificant.
So, what is so important that he is still determined to achieve it even after countless setbacks and attempts?
"What about me this time?" he asked himself, but the next second a secret joy welled up from deep within his heart.
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