Chapter 179

Inspired by thinking that he had found the right clue, Lu Ziming shuttled between the mirror walls again and again like beating chicken blood, measured the length of the mirror walls, observed each separated space, and looked for possible clues between them.

Someone said: the truth is always hidden behind the fog. Obviously, it's too early for him to be happy.

The mirror walls do exist, not what he imagined out of thin air. The vertically interwoven mirror walls are like invisible long walls, separating the space into spaces of the same size. Each space is thousands of steps long and wide.

Strangely, since the space separated by the mirror wall is the same, why use the mirror wall? There should be reasons why you don't know. Existence has its rationality. Although he does not know who created this space, no matter who will not waste energy on the useless mirror wall.

Fortunately, the separated space is not large. After wandering in several independent spaces for a long time, he still decided to give up the seemingly useless exploration and turn his energy to the research of the mirror wall.

The mirror wall can separate the space, but it does not affect the way and direction of progress. At most, the line of sight is limited to a thousand steps. It seems that it has nothing to do with whether he can go out. He needs to find out the reason why he is trapped.

The sudden appearance of colorful fruits and colorful fish has been bothering him. He dare not think about it and has to face it. This is an unavoidable problem.

It's so strange. It's like someone is playing magic with themselves in the dark. Is someone really watching themselves in the dark? Why doesn't it (he or she) appear? Is it the God here or the creator here.

If there is such a thing, what is its purpose, why should I be trapped here, and what I don't know.

Everything here doesn't look real? The purple sky, the flat grass, the invisible mirror wall, the big trees bearing colorful fruits, and the colorful fish in the deep pool can't hear any sound and feel the flow of air. It's like a huge cage with invisible edge, trapping itself in it.

His mind was in chaos. He had no clue. He sat quietly under the tree. He didn't like smoking. Now he held a cigarette in his trembling fingers that he didn't know when it had been burned out.

Perhaps only nicotine can hold down an impetuous, fearful and faintly trembling heart. His trembling lips don't know what he's talking about. Maybe he doesn't know what he's muttering to himself.

This was the third time he felt hopeless, scared and helpless. The first time he heard the bad news of his parents, the second time he saw the zombie chasing frantically, and this was the third time.

For the first time, he survived. With the help of his people, he felt that the sky was falling, the ground was sinking, the sky was gray, life was pale, his relatives were gone, and he was confused about the future. He felt that there was no future life for the first time.

The second time, because of fear, fear and fear, he didn't dare to face it and couldn't believe what he saw. The whole world was screaming and killing everywhere. Ugly zombies chased panic stricken survivors. He chose to escape. He was not a hero. He would retreat, be timid and tremble in the dark, but he didn't want to be bitten by zombies like that, The second time he waved his knife in despair.

He is just an ordinary life like an ant. No one notices his existence. Even when he wins the Grand Prix trophy, others won't look at him more.

Study silently, live silently and grow up silently. Maybe in ten years, he will find an ordinary job, marry an ordinary looking woman, raise a lovely child with her, and spend his life silently. Finally, maybe only his relatives can remember his name, and he will disappear in the long river of life, not even a spray.

But now, home is gone, learning is useless, life is ruined, and life becomes bleak again.

He is fragile and his heart is broken. He is not as strong and powerful as those people in Yang Jiaji, but he never dare to face the reality. He is afraid that one day he will collapse, go crazy and lose control of himself.

He wants to live, not because he is afraid of death. Life is more terrible and frustrating than death, but he still wants to live. I don't want to see my parents under the nine springs. I'm afraid they ask themselves, I'm afraid they are sad, and I'm afraid to see their tears.

He hated the cruelty of life, the injustice of life and the cold eyes around him. He wanted to change all this with his own efforts. He worked hard, he endured, and he spent countless difficult nights biting his teeth. It was the stubborn figure of his parents who supported him. He would not disappoint his parents.

"If you want to play with me, come on! I'll go on!"

"I see how you play with me. You can do everything you can. Nothing can trap me. I will go out from here."

"No matter what you are, I won't be afraid of you. I'll find you. No matter where you hide, the result is the same."

Anger can not represent everything, nor can it solve any problems. It can only express an attitude towards life.

Deep in his blood red eyes is a tenacious and unyielding belief to fight against difficulties. It is the outbreak of suppressed pain over the years. After venting, it is calm, resolute, tenacious and a kind of strength.

No matter what he did, he had to live the rest of the time, which he understood very early. He can cry, be sad and cry. Finally, as long as he doesn't die, he still has to face life, fill his stomach, study and live.

This is the strength honed in life. It has nothing to do with the environment or character. It is a life experience and an attitude towards life. Even if it is difficult, he will stick to it. This is already a part of his consciousness and exists in every cell.

Dry your tears, throw your cigarette butts on the grass and step on one foot. Everything has dissipated just now. After venting, you have to face the reality.

Staring at the colorful fish in the deep pool and the colorful fruits on the big tree, "can't you create things out of thin air? I see how you can become a living person in front of me". The innocent colorful fish were slaughtered again. He picked a pile of colorful fruits on the big tree, some on the grass, some in his backpack, some thrown into the deep pool, and sat next to the big tree, There is a pile of green smoke in front of me. I stare around without blinking. It's difficult whether it will be invisible or not.

I don't know how long later, his eyes gradually became blurred. He subconsciously looked at his watch. The pointer pointed to the position of 11:30. Although he didn't know whether it was day or night, from the degree of his sleepiness, it should be the time for the human body to sleep naturally, but he didn't dare. He wanted to see who moved his cheese.

Light a cigarette to refresh yourself. His eyes swept from the ground to the air. He didn't find anything wrong. He forced his sleepy eyes, "is it really his own illusion?"