Chapter 500 "Echoes of the Black Mist", "Walker-HX-S-083"
Jin Jiuyao was a little unwilling. He wanted to think about whether Xiao Zi and William used fake names, but as soon as the words came to his mouth, his brain caught up - it couldn't be a fake name, and it shouldn't be a fake name.
Because if they are fake names, then there will be problems with their relative identity anchors.
The purpose of the student ID card is to anchor the experience student's identity with the name. If a fake name is used and the self-perception is overwritten by the fake name, then the anchoring effect of the student ID card will be lost. In this way, the protective effect of the "Student Code" on them will also disappear.
Then the problem arises. Now the existence of Lin Yi and Wei Liang has constituted some kind of paradox. Regardless of whether they exist or not, it seems unreasonable.
Their existence creates a conflict with their identity.
Because when Lin Yi deceived the nocturnal species, he once anchored himself on Li Huiyuan's identity. As a result, his appearance began to distort, and some distortions occurred in the direction of Li Huiyuan.
Although he recovered in the end, if the anchoring cognition was completely finalized with a steel seal, then there would be no need to say anything more.
Hence, the only explanation is that Xiao Zi and William do not exist. They are ghosts wandering around the campus. After many years, they still have not gotten out of the shadow that trapped them.
The cover of this book is very old, engraved with some strange patterns, and the four words "Echo of Black Mist" are glowing with a faint light. I don't know if it is because of Lin Yi's preconceptions, but he knew he was in the right direction when he looked at this book.
He then reached out to pick up the book, but as soon as his hand touched the book, a hairy feeling began to emerge in his heart, and some laughter seemed to appear in his ears, like the sound of a long-lost broken puppet emerging from the layers and hanging upside down by his ears.
He took off the book, opened the title page, and a line of words came into his eyes.
tiedcedced in ''I'm sorry to let you read these words, but the encounter is both accidental and inevitable.
I don’t expect anyone to read this book, but when you open it, it means you have to know something.
I can't explain everything I saw clearly, nor can I explain clearly what I want to say. No matter what you see, please believe that it is just a story.
Yes, I must emphasize that this is a story. I need a strong enough cognitive overwriting to anchor certain established facts into my dreams, so as to prevent Him from coming through my dreams..."
These fonts are all handwritten, and some of them have been heavily obliterated, with serious smear marks.
"This book... is actually handwritten?!"
I don’t know why, but just after reading the words on the title page, Lin Yi felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
He stared at these words, as if he felt that the words were beginning to undergo a strange change. They began to swim like countless tadpoles, forming some symbols that he could not understand at all.
Soon he could no longer discern what those words were, but a deep human voice began to appear in his ears.
With the appearance of the human voice, the light and shadow around him began to distort, and the thin mist seemed to flow out of the void, forming a strange phantom not far from him.
The source of the human voice is this phantom.
As the phantom slowly floated, a figure loomed in it.
This figure is like a stranger sitting at a stall on the side of a dark street. Under the fog, only an old oil lamp emits a faint light.
It seemed that Lin Yi could no longer understand those symbols, so the book showed this figure, and through oral narration, he slowly narrated the words in the book:
“This is The story I made up, the protagonist of the story is a "traveler"..."
"In August 2000, at the end of summer, I...oh no, the traveler set foot in Scandinavia in order to follow some traces..."
"Half a year has passed since the "Black Moon Outpost" was discovered by the "Moon-III" survey team... After losing elites one after another, the Northern Alliance is finally willing to loosen its grip on "freedom" and is willing to let us, oh no... is willing to let "Travelers" lead people into that area..."
"Legend has it that it was a city wall and fortress built by the group of people closest to gods in human history to resist the so-called "lost souls"... From a long distance, travelers can still feel the heavy atmosphere exuding from that ancient city..."
At the Moon Outpost, the people of the Northern Alliance had almost evacuated. The Traveler spent some money to pry open the mouths of a few people who were evacuating, and learned that the senior leaders of the Northern Alliance learned from a group of people who like to play Tarot cards that the "Black Moon Outpost" is about to sink completely into another world... There is not much time left for the Travelers and the others..."
"..."
"...Three days after entering the "Black Moon Outpost"...the traveler's body seemed to have undergone some irreversible distortion...He began to hear some calls from time to time, and the sounds swirled in the wind, like a manic wind blowing snow. Yan, and it seemed like an ethereal voice was humming some unknown ancient but rhythmic tune..."
"The traveler... was wandering in the "Black Moon Outpost" half asleep and half awake, in a daze. They came to a door, no, some arches..."
"Those arches...are like plates made of twisted tree roots, the lines of the branches form the frame of the door, and the thick blood vessels like pythons run along the door. The frame is knotted..." The figure's voice trembled slightly, and then continued, "Those arches are breathing... like living muscles or something... the pus that oozes condenses into star-shaped scabs in the void..."
"The traveler tried to push the arch open, but could not..."
"He used a sharp dagger to cut open the hard shell on the surface of the arch..."
"The hard shell... was like an arthropod's carapace, exuding an obsidian luster, but as soon as it was cut open, the rotten purple-red texture rolled out..."
"The arch has been cut open... It is a form of trauma beyond human anatomy - each arch is a piece of festering fascia, and the sticky mist hanging down from the lintel is essentially necrotic synapses. They are wrapped in blue-green phosphorescence... The fluorescent light cannot be distinguished as blue or green, or some other color... Dotted with stars, flying there like countless fireflies..."
"That picture was actually quite beautiful, but in the later years, every time I... hoo, hoo... every time the traveler thought about it, I would feel it was both evil and weird, as if he was dancing some kind of weird dance, depicting some kind of unspeakable evil ritual totem..."
"The traveler put on a special observation mirror, and after filtering out most of the visible spectrum, he finally saw some ferocious things. Traces..."
"Those doors...the texture of those doors is like the fluff on the surface of some weird sea creature, and each strand seems to carry some weird breath..."
"Door...that door...no...oh no..."
"I...no, the traveler was originally looking straight at that door...but the screams around him woke him up..."
"He saw with his own eyes his assistant reaching out and touching the door..."
"The assistant touched it with his bare hands. Damn it, damn it! He had no sense of safety at all - or maybe he was attracted by the arch and lost his self-awareness..."
"After the assistant touched the door, he just screamed and lost consciousness. By the time the traveler discovered it, the assistant's pupils had dilated into He looked like he couldn't understand..."
"The dilated pupils intertwined with new patterns, as if certain secret patterns were imprinted in the pupils..."
"Those doors...those pitch-black doors...wrapped in black mist...low calls kept ringing from the doors, as if countless creatures were imprisoned..."
"Perhaps due to ignorance, the traveler was entangled by the call and uncontrollably approached one of the arches..."
"The arch was squirming...opening and closing...countless flesh limbs were slowly opening, Like the mouthparts of a giant worm, bit by bit...bit by bit...devoured the traveler..."
The figure's voice trembled violently, his breathing swayed, and the candlelight swayed, as if it would go out at any moment.
With the flickering candlelight, the phantom also swayed, and the figure's breathing became heavier and heavier.
He slowly calmed down, and finally the trembling phantom calmed down little by little, and the human figure and candlelight gradually stabilized.
The stone wall..."
"Ah - ah -" The figure did not know what he recalled, and suddenly let out an inhuman scream, "Quick! We are almost reaching those arches! 'He' is coming! 'He' is coming!!'
"The "Black Moon Outpost" cannot stop "Him"... No one can stop "Him"! No! ! "
"No... no... maybe, someone can..."
"I... the traveler... the traveler should have died..."
"But just when he felt certain to die, several figures appeared at the other end of the arch..."
"Those were three...four...or five figures..."
"There are a few specific ones, but the traveler can't see clearly... The black fog blurs his vision... He can only see some figures shrouded in cloaks..."
"Robes... strange shadows... lights flashing in the fog... melodious bells spreading..."
"I saw a huge clock suspended in the depths of the fog, and every trembling of the hands seemed to penetrate ancient time..."
“Those figures... became clearer and clearer... They were tall and straight, with resolute faces, as if they were carved from the same mold..."
"The executioner under the throne...the name that echoed through the abyss..."
"They pushed me out of there...those arches..."
"I escaped...no...not me...it was the traveler who escaped from there..."
"Don't go back again... don't..."
"Don't..."
"I said... don't go back again!"
The figure in the blurry phantom suddenly became strong in tone. He roared at Lin Yi, and the candlelight swayed.
The phantom trembled violently, and the black mist surged, gradually wrapping him up, and finally retreated into the abyss.
At the last moment when the black mist shrank, the figure's voice began to become deeper and slower.
He died over there... The will is rootless duckweed, and it will be annihilated at any time..."
"In the name of a traveler, I narrate my experiences into stories and anchor them as stories..."
""Black Moon Outpost" should be exiled...it is the exile itself...the world should no longer retain its memory..."
"As long as the "Black Moon Outpost" is still there, 'He' will definitely come back... the lost souls... will come back along the way they left..."
"I am a traveler... No... I am not a traveler... The traveler buried me..."
"In the abyss of fog and darkness..."
At this point, the candlelight went out, and the figure was shrouded in darkness again, leaving only a vague phantom in the hidden corner.
The invisible wind blowing from nowhere quietly blew through the phantom. The phantom floated like a weightless smoke, and then dissipated, leaving no trace of its existence...
Lin Yi's perception quietly retreated into the real world. He looked down and found that the book in his hand had, at some point, been turned to the last page.
The words on the page were intermittent and twisted, and it was difficult to understand. Lin Yi could vaguely understand the sentence:
"...Every arch entangled with black mist is a festering wound of "His", and the dissipated mist is an eternal wound. The fragments of the eternal dream..."
"...The people who built the dream weaved the eternal dream and exiled Him... When the dream is broken, He will wake up from the abyss and ring the bell of doom..."
"Don't let any object that carries Him appear in the world...let all units that want to escape the eternal dream be buried here...let everything...as for the echo of the black mist..."
"I am a traveler, I speak to you in the eternal dreamland..."
h "—"Abyss Walker (crossed out) Traveler-HX-S-083""
h (End of this chapter)