Tomb Robbers: Tiandao System

The actions of the two caught the eye of the illustrator, and he suddenly felt that they must know something, so he hurriedly said: "You, do you know something?"

"I just want to know where my wife went and what happened to this city?" The illustrator was very anxious and kept urging the two of them.

The two looked at the illustrator and wanted to talk to him, but they didn't know where to start.

"Snapped--"

There was a bang on the door. Before anyone understood what was going on, Officer Zhao's voice rang out.

"The question is in the wrong direction."

"It's not what's wrong with this city, it's what's wrong with you."

Officer Zhao walked straight over, but without even looking at the illustrator, he went to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of wine, and drank it directly.

But because of his words, the illustrator had already stood up. His face was full of shock and even a little nervous.

He didn't understand what Official Zhao said. What did he mean?What does this mean?

"I......"

Zhao Li raised his head and glanced at him, then turned to Wu Liang and said, "Tell him."

Hearing this, the illustrator looked at Wu Liang and said blankly.

"tell me."

"What's wrong with me?"

Wu Liang closed and opened his eyes, looking at the other person's eager face, sighing silently in his heart, and then said helplessly: "Actually, it's not that there are no people in this city, it's just that you can't see them."

After hearing this, the illustrator was stunned.

Wu Liang's voice continued: "Also, you just said that when you went home, you saw your wife's clothes and shoes, but she was not there. In fact, she was always at home, but you couldn't see her. , she can’t see you either.”

The front is a little better, but

These words have completely shocked the illustrator. What do you mean I can't see her? She can't see me.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

"What's wrong with my eyes?"

Zhao Li put down the wine bottle and said, "Why don't you tell him the key points."

Wu Liang looked at the other person like that and couldn't bear to tell him the truth.

"The point? What's the point?" the illustrator said excitedly.

Zhao Li lowered his legs and said, "This is not about your eyes, it's because you are already dead."

died! ! !died! ! !died! ! !

Two words completely shattered all the illustrator’s illusions.

Yes, he is dead!

The reason why Wu Liang glanced outside was because there were a large number of people walking outside, but the illustrator could not be seen.

It's because he is dead, and because he is dead, he cannot be seen.

The illustrator, who could not accept this fact, came to Zhao Li and said with difficulty: "Am I dead?"

"Yes. You are dead." Zhao Li was so straightforward. He directly held his shoulders and looked at the mirror on the wall. There were obviously two people, but there was only Zhao Li on the mirror, not the illustrator.

"Did you see? It's obviously two people, but you are not there. It's because the mirror can only reflect living people. You are now separated from the yin and the yang. You can't see people, and people can't see you. The city can't see you, the same , you will never see this living city again.”

The illustrator's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he kept shaking his head. His uneasy heart made him irritable, and he broke free from Zhao Li's restraints.

He said excitedly: "Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!"

Zhao Li looked at him calmly. He didn't like people like this.

I know how much I have seen.

They are all dead, but they always think they are alive.

Stupid!ignorance!

Helpless!

The illustrator showed a weird smile, "You are kidding, you are kidding, right, you are kidding..."

He became a little crazy, subconsciously wanting to leave this place, and kept retreating towards the door.

Everyone looked at him with pity, and they all knew that he couldn't accept this fact for a while.

Indeed, death is a terrible and absurd thing.

It's not easy to make someone believe that you are dead!

However, it was precisely because he had seen too many people that Zhao Li knew this, so he did not hesitate to expose the other party's disguise.

"I'm telling you, you are indeed dead. You are just a ghost now. You better think about how you died!"

Somehow, after hearing the last sentence "How did you die?", the illustrator's mood suddenly became excited, as if it touched some intense nerve in him, causing him to become trance-like.

"How did I die?"

"Think!" Zhao Li shouted sternly.

"I don't know." The illustrator responded subconsciously.

"Think!" Zhao Li was still like that.

"I'm not dead!" the illustrator shouted excitedly.

"Then think about it carefully!" Zhao Li's tone changed. It was a magic sound from the underworld. The magic sound penetrated into the illustrator's soul and caused a wave of fluctuations. Suddenly, the circuits of the entire store began to appear abnormal, and the lights Facing everything, the illustrator was frightened and his head hurt. Holding his head, a memory began to appear in his mind.

He saw it and remembered

I came because I wanted to pick the bunch of flowers planted on the edge of the cliff.

In his memory, he finally climbed up, and when he was about to pick the bouquet of flowers, he suddenly became unsteady, his feet slipped backwards, he screamed, and he fell down the mountain.

Finally, finally...

Finally, he died!died!He is really dead!