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Chapter 220 The Convoluted Plot

[This scene, this situation, this world...is incomprehensible. 】

[The corpse in front of me is mine. 】

【The familiar yet unfamiliar wailing is so desperate, and the blood splattered on the face is so real. 】

[I... killed myself? 】

[I killed... us? 】

As Kles continued to use the mirror to travel through the illusory cities and slaughtered himself in other cities, the top of the screen began to flicker from time to time with eerie reminder boxes with blood on a black background.

These fonts seem to be Kress’s innermost confessions.

After killing the first self by mistake, Kress's mental state began to be a little trance.

Under Zhou Ze's guidance, he searched for things from his body in confusion, and took the culprit of all this, the fragment of the mirror, back to the ancient house with a bright fireplace.

Press the mirror fragments skillfully back into the mirror surface.

He couldn't remember how many times he had repeated this action.

The night dress he was wearing was stained with shocking blood.

It was their blood, and it was his blood.

"No. 30 is two."

In front of the screen, Zhou Ze recorded the numbers in a small notebook with no expression on his face.

This is Kleiss No.30 traveling through the mirror three times to another so-called dream world, and he also slaughtered 32 himself.

The life trajectories of each 'Kleis' seem to be subtly different. The only thing they have in common is that they all picked up the key, the note in the vault, and the fragments of the mirror guided by the dream of Amishus.

They rushed forward one after another, and ran towards the poisonous fog street that they thought was a way of life, but in fact it was a way of death.

The first 'Kleis' who was mistakenly killed seemed to have bought a new type of biochemical suit that can block the poisonous fog from a certain businessman, relying on this suit to successfully reach the poisonous fog street, many people came here alone later' Chris' also has the same fate.

Some 'Kles' are poor, some 'Kles' are alone, and some 'Kles' have powerful support around them.

Some 'Cress' have become cultists, some 'Cress' are suffering from illness, and some 'Cress' have gone insane and fallen into madness...

Except for the protagonist Kress, none of the other Kles were guided by his own player.

"It's really like a parallel world. Every time I cross the mirror, I can see Kles in a different state. They are the same age, but their fates are completely different. It seems that although the lost cities are generally the same, there are definitely subtle differences in the development of events. Otherwise, their life trajectories would not be so different."

Zhou Ze was very curious about the truth hidden in the depths of this lost city.

Is the mirror connected to a parallel world?
The note left by Amishus said it was a dream of all beings...

dreamland.

All living beings dream?Is it a dream that everyone has together?
But why are there so many similar but different lost cities?

Can't understand.

The protagonist has already killed 32 himself in the mirror world, how many more will he have to kill to escape from this purgatory?
Zhou Ze was a little afraid that the string in Krys's mind would suddenly collapse.

After receiving so many unbearable stimuli for normal people and weird situations in a short period of time, those bloody prompt boxes at the top of the screen appear more and more frequently... He may not be far from collapse.

"The intricate entanglement, are you finally going to break free?"

Just as Zhou Ze was deep in thought.

A low and slightly joking familiar voice sounded.

Amytheus! ! !

Zhou Ze suddenly regained his energy.

On the screen, Kress pressed the blood-stained mirror fragments back to the simple mirror, waiting for the start of the next massacre.

But this time the restored mirror did not show another world, but turned into a deep, lightless pure darkness, like a pool of water called shadow, with faint ripples, attracting people to want to touch.

Zhou Ze tried to keep Kles away from the weird mirror.

But Kress, whose mental value had almost dropped to the bottom, did not obey his operation, but numbly burrowed into the dark rippling mirror surface, and was swallowed by the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"Is this archive coming to an end? Which step went wrong? Shouldn't you trust Amishus in the first place?"

Seeing the protagonist disappearing into the darkness uncontrollably, Zhou Ze frowned, staring at the pitch-black screen, expecting a miracle to happen.

【I can smell blood. 】

【Ah, by the way, this is my blood. 】

【No, no, it's our blood. 】

The blood-colored font emerged from the pitch-black screen, as if it was outlined with strokes of fresh blood, and the blood dripped downward viscously.

[I, am I dead? 】

[A nothingness deeper than darkness...]

【That's right, it's the feeling of death, the tranquility that I've always longed for and feared. 】

The bloody words gradually faded away, as if Krys' life was gradually dissipating.

At this moment, the screen suddenly lit up with pure white lines!

These line segments form an octahedron whose shape is difficult to describe at incredible angles.

The octahedron faintly rotated clockwise, vaguely revealing one more dimension than the length, width and height. It was clearly in front of him, but Zhou Ze couldn't figure out what form the octahedron on the screen existed.

"Mom! A four-dimensional hypercube?"

Zhou Ze had watched a brain-hole sci-fi movie before, and the concept of a four-dimensional hypercube was mentioned in it.

It is difficult to explain this scientific concept in a few words.

To put it simply, point moves into a line, a line into a surface, and a surface into a body... Then, an object rotates according to a certain law, and when it is coherent, it becomes a four-dimensional hypercube, with eight cubes that exist at the same time.

In the four-dimensional hypercube, the concepts of time and space will become distorted and cannot be explained by common sense.

Before Zhou Ze could think about the connection between the four-dimensional hypercube and the lost city, the four-dimensional hypercube suddenly enlarged and completely covered the entire screen, and the game screen reappeared in the dazzling white light.

"Sir, Cress Kahn, I need you to calm down now, do you hear me? I need you to calm down now! I'm sure you don't want to put on that straitjacket again?"

An impatient rough voice sounded from the speaker.

When the picture is fully revealed from the blurred white light.

Zhou Ze was shocked to find out...

Kress is in a hospital.

To be precise, it is a mental hospital.

In the picture are some white beds separated by curtains, and the decorations are very simple and monotonous, just like the mental illness shelters common in the West in the [-]th century, surrounded by patients wearing hospital gowns who are depositing in their own beds. The world is busy.

And Kress was also wearing a white and gray striped hospital gown.

In front of him was a middle-aged Mediterranean doctor in a white coat. He was shining a small bright flashlight on Cress' left eye, as if checking his condition.

Zhou Ze always felt that this Mediterranean doctor looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Psychiatric hospital, I'm getting more and more confused about the plot of "Exile from the Past"."

"Just now, I frantically massacred myself in the parallel world through the mirror, trying to escape the lost city that fell into an unknown time and space, and then turned into a mental patient for examination in the ward... It's too messy."

"Could everything be Kress's fantasy? He is a pure mental patient? It was just his multiple personalities killing each other when he traveled through the mirror before..."

"No, the game can't be unfolded like this. What can a mental patient have to do with banishing the old days?"

Sighing deeply, Zhou Ze, whose mind was muddled, could only continue playing, hoping to get the answers to all these as soon as possible.

　The answer to the mystery will be revealed in five or six chapters. It feels confusing here, please don’t worry, the root of the existence of the lost city itself is very complicated and interesting... The process of solving the mystery is only the first step to get through "Old Exile".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)