Chapter 390 Just out of the dragon's pond and into the tiger's den
The little girl suddenly started humming, but her song always stayed on the same lyrics:
【Brother, brother, you are so bad~ I am joking about my sister's blunt saw~】
【That tree is really nice~ I will hang my brother separately~】
……
【哥哥哥哥你真坏~笑话妹妹锯子钝~】
【那棵树呀真不错~我把哥哥分开挂~】
……
伴随着哼唱声，小女孩似乎还来了手感，锯得越来越开心。
The endless pain caused Lin Yi to change from running to trotting, and then to running and staggering a few steps. This kind of pain seemed like eternal torture, making him restless but helpless. At a certain moment, he even had the idea of cutting off his arm.
He felt that his vision was a little blurred, and his spirit began to wither. In order to block the pain, his brain began to paralyze his consciousness.
He felt that death was imminent. Neither the night watchman "02" nor Lao Mo had expected this situation. The invincible old kerosene lamp was like the flame of a candle facing the bright moon in front of "Amon's Music Box".
And the "golden body" he was proud of was defeated by the little girl's saw.
He really couldn’t imagine why this little girl, who was as light as if she didn’t exist, could use such a saw!
"Wait... wait, wait!"
An idea flashed in his mind——
"'The little girl who doesn't exist'!"
He seemed to have captured a glimmer of inspiration for self-rescue!
This little girl is the will of the "Mage Master" to penetrate the layer, so the saw must not be an item in the real world!
Since it is not an object in reality, how can you saw off his arm?
Could it be that the permeating pollution leads to the materialization of extraordinary power?
He did remember that when he was in the dome, Xu Shunkang cooperated with another second-level sports student and used his extraordinary power to condense a baseball and knock down the Song people.
If it is similar to petrification, then this saw... is also similar to a baseball to a certain extent? !
And if this is the case...
"Boom——"
Lin Yi suddenly became enlightened, as if the clouds were clearing, and he knew it!
"It's the "Secret Pattern"!"
That saw was formed after the secret pattern condensed extraordinary power!
And the secret pattern used to condense the saw is the secret pattern carved on his arm by using the scar when the invisible force touched his arm!
"There is no little girl at all!"
"From the beginning, there was only that invisible and unobservable mysterious power - the power that penetrated across the layers of time and space after the "Mage" was "exiled in time"!"
"My "cognition" cannot determine the existence of this power, so I formed the "cognition" of the "little girl" based on the sound of nursery rhymes!"
"Coupled with Lao Mo and the night watchman's affirmation of this, let me know this piece of " "Cognition" has been triple anchored, and the image of "little girl" has been deeply rooted in my heart! "
But in fact, the power that penetrates is like dust permeating the air, formless, elusive, incomprehensible, and unobservable...
"Nothingness" is the essence of form, and "little girl" is his self-overwriting cognition!
After his cognition was anchored by himself, he "understood for himself" the behavior of the invisible force!
The force branded the secret pattern on his hand. The process of branding was perceived by him as the little girl licking his wound. The cutting process actually happened from the beginning, but at that time he thought it was the penetration of the secret pattern into the flesh!
In fact, no, from the very beginning, he did not "recognize" the existence of the hacksaw, and the invisible force was anchored based on his "cognition"!
Furthermore, he was also led to think that "his arm will be sawed off." Under such an anchor point, his arm will really be sawed off!
He figured out the logic behind this, and his whole spirit suddenly became different.
"So the root of all this is that secret pattern!"
He looked at his arm and saw the weird secret pattern that seemed to be used to perform some evil taboo ritual, and handed the old kerosene lamp to this hand.
Then he raised his other hand, and in the palm of his hand, the secret mark "02" of the Night Watchman appeared.
His void secret pattern and azure aura intertwined together, forming a butcher's knife under the control of his own will.
He took a few deep breaths, as if he was trying to overcome some contradictory and complicated emotions. After some psychological counseling, he gritted his teeth and chopped down hard on his arm!
With a sound of "ding--", the butcher's knife directly cut through the flesh and blood, and landed on the golden skeleton, making the sound of golden swords ringing.
The pain is not painful, because no matter how painful it is, it cannot be compared to the pain when flesh and blood are annihilated. What Lin Yi can't overcome is the hurdle he cut himself.
Immediately afterwards, he deflected the blade and used the bone-scraping knife technique to cut off all the flesh and blood on his arm that were branded with secret patterns!
He looked at his arm bones, feeling a bit like Arnold Muscle Singer in "Terminator 2" peeling off his skin and flesh in front of the doctor to reveal a titanium alloy skeleton, but he felt a little nauseous just looking at his own bones...
However, the pain slowly disappeared as expected.
The little girl retreated silently into the darkness, and the black nursery rhyme slowly faded away, leaving only the beating sound of the music box notes still beating in the corridor.
"This...?!"
Lin Yi's joy was immediately extinguished by a basin of cold water.
He gritted his teeth and removed the flesh and blood from the bones again, and then used his subjective will to suppress the appearance of the sky-blue aura and prevent the regeneration of that part of the flesh and blood.
"Let's escape back to campus first. The owner of the canteen must know more about this than me. I'll ask him later..."
He was running, and unexpectedly found the little girl's figure in the darkness not far ahead...
She was standing in the dim corner, holding "Amon's music box" in both hands. A rich dark-style painting hung on the wall beside her. In the painting, there was a depressing blood-red and black sky, and under the sky was an endless wilderness.
There is a black sun hanging in the black sky, and there is a castle at the end of the wilderness. The castle is surrounded by tombstones.
The scene in the painting looked like the place where the "Quartermaster" was located, but the details seemed a little different. At this moment, the painting seemed to come alive, attracting Lin Yi to get closer to it.
The mist lingered on the ground, entangled with his legs like threads, trying to pull his body into the painting.
He seemed to see his name written on a stone tablet. It was a burial place set up for him, and now it seemed that he was going to be buried.
He quickly withdrew his gaze, stared at the end of the gallery, and charged forward.
He ran past the little girl's position and continued running without looking back.
Soon, the little girl and the painting appeared in front of him again...
He was stunned for a moment, but he still chose to continue running.
He kept running like this, but the gallery seemed to have no end. No matter how he ran, he could not reach the end, and he seemed to be trapped in some kind of cycle.
He looked down at the time.
3:22.
There is no abnormality in the time flow rate.
He took a look at his condition. He lost the suppression of "Amon's music box" and the light of the old kerosene lamp gradually recovered. Within the radiant field, it was not too warm, at least not so cold.
The old kerosene lamp is still in his hand, which shows that he is still in reality, but for some reason, there seems to be some problems in the gallery.
"Could it be that the gallery has dropped layers?"
The feeling of this space being infinitely stretched is very similar to when layers were dropped on campus, but the layers in the art building have already been dropped, how can they continue to drop?
He ran and ran, and ran, and there were some "crunching" sounds under his feet. He felt that his center of gravity was shifting and swaying from side to side. He was sure that there was nothing wrong with him, so what happened to the gallery?
The notes of the music box became much clearer, accompanied by some whistles and songs similar to sirens. Lin Yi suddenly felt that he should have left reality and had visions...
He seemed to appear in a certain cabin passage, surrounded by portraits of past captains, but the faces of each one were blurry. The rapid wind roared and echoed in the cabin passage, hitting his face from time to time.
The wind carried the sound of waves lapping against the hull of the ship, and the sound of waves breaking and falling on the deck, as well as some pleasant conversations and laughter.
"Music box...cabin..."
"Did the notes of the music box affect my perception of reality? This vision...could it be a certain voyage of the "first apostles"?"
Lao Mo said that "Amon's music box" followed the ship out to sea many times and recorded countless sounds. Could it be that he was affected by the sound while running?
But is that the impact of time?
【 Lin Yi...】
【He is here...】
【He is back...】
【It’s him...it’s really him...】
h 【It’s you...it’s you...】
The paintings hanging on both sides of the cabin emitted howls of plaintive and painful sounds, but their voices were trapped in the world of the paintings, and very little was conveyed...
cedy's voice sounded like the sound of chains being dragged on the ground, together with the sound of heavy footsteps.
"Dong! Dong! Dong..."
Slowly, step hard, as if carrying something extremely heavy.
The cabin shook, and he was distracted and couldn't stand still. He stumbled a few steps, and in a blink of an eye, he spotted a blurry figure slowly appearing in the darkness wrapped in fog in front of him.
That seemed to be the most dangerous prisoner in the whole prison. As soon as he appeared, all the noise disappeared.
【Lin Yi... Lin Yi...】
The figure slowly approached Lin Yi, and the darkness was like thick ink, coming together with the mist, slowly filling the passage of the entire cabin.
A boundless sense of oppression spread, like the ghostly breath rising from the abyss of hell, cold, damp, and smelling of death.
The black shadow loomed in the mist, like a phantom in a nightmare. Every step of movement seemed to carry an invisible power, making the surrounding air more solemn.
Mist lingers around it, floating silently like its gauze clothing, gathering and dispersing, opening and closing, fluttering, like a huge cloak woven from darkness and mist.
Lin Yi could not clearly see the figure in the fog from beginning to end, but he could feel a familiar feeling... He had seen it several times before!
Cabin...
Iron chains...
Figure...
Lin Yi was shocked. Isn't the figure in front of him the same one he saw several times before when he had visions?
Its body is actually hidden in a certain layer in the gallery?
「咚！咚！咚……」
随着黑影的逼近，那股压迫感如同汹涌的潮水，一波又一波地冲击着它的心灵。
Its outline gradually becomes clear, but then blurs again when it is about to be seen clearly, as if you are looking at something through a telescope and there is a person with cerebral palsy next to you who is repeatedly adjusting the magnification.
In the blurred vision, it gave Lin Yi the feeling that it was tall and broad, like a moving mountain of darkness. Its figure exuded an ancient and evil aura, as if it contained countless unknown and terrifying secrets.
The shadow’s eyes—if the two points of light in the darkness can be called eyes—gleamed with cold light, like a bottomless cold abyss, piercing through the mist and locking in.
Under the gaze of that gaze, it was as if all the blood in his body was frozen and his soul was trembling.
The surrounding darkness seemed to have been summoned by it and became more intense, like countless invisible hands reaching out from all directions to drag Lin Yi into the endless abyss of darkness.
【Lin Yi...】
【It’s him...Lin Yi...】
> The mural hanging on the cabin was trembling with "clang, clap, clap, clatter", with low calls, resentful curses, and strange sneers... It was like a black mourning song, trying to drown and bury Lin Yi.
He has seen its vague figure in visions more than once, but he has never been in such close contact with it, and he has never thought about having some close contact with it.
"There's a problem! There's a big problem!"
"There's a problem with everything!"
"This is a hallucination but not a hallucination, the gallery seems to have dropped layers but not dropped them..."
"Not all variables have problems, there must be changes in one of them that are unknown to me!"
"I must find out! I must find out the problem before it reaches me!"
Every time the black shadow got closer to Lin Yi, the suffocating sense of oppression became stronger. Lin Yi felt his heart beating. When it stood in front of him, his heart would stop beating!
At this moment, he seemed to be trapped in a death puzzle game. The time left for him to solve the puzzle and save himself was only the length of a cabin.
(End of this chapter)