Chapter 180

Since the morning, Lu Ziming has been looking for the end of the mirror wall. The mirror wall seems to have no end. However, he still found some clues that looked like clues, but he didn't dare to think about what it meant, because he went on and saw the big trees and deep pools again.

A huge sense of sleep poured into his mind. Lu Ziming unconsciously closed his eyes. I don't know how long later, his body tilted on the grass and woke up.

Everything in front of me disappeared!

The next second, he jumped up from the grass. His eyes were full of surprise and incomprehension, "things are gone and appear again?"

When he didn't know, everything returned to its original state again. It was still the deep pool, and the disappeared colorful fish swam leisurely in the water. Still the green grass, the ashes of the fire disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of existence on the ground. It was still the big tree. The branches were covered with colorful fruits, and even the branches he broke were restored as before.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible". Even if you just fell asleep and walked on the edge of life and death for a long time, you shouldn't and won't find anyone around you.

But the facts were before him, and he could not doubt that there was no reasonable explanation for the deep pool, grass and big tree. Did he have a dream or have he been dreaming all the time.

His head was about to explode. From the moment he fell into the cliff, there was nothing normal. First, he saw the grid made of purple silk thread in the valley, and then fell into the purple vortex. I don't know how long it took. After waking up, he didn't have any injuries, even sprains and bumps, so naturally there was no pain. Thinking that the valley is at least hundreds of meters high, even if you can't fall to death, you will leave scars that are difficult to heal.

Next, more bizarre and strange things are constantly staged. First, there is no undulating grass at all, which may be explained by visual deception. However, how to explain the mirror wall composed of energy, why it appears here, and what is the purpose of isolating space, can no longer be explained by obstruction, obstruction and confusion.

There are deep pools, big trees and the invariable purple sky in the sky. It doesn't look like it should exist on the earth. Finally, I don't know whether it's a maze or Mobius belt. I'm like an ant crawling around in a circle. The starting point is the end, and I can't go out at all.

The mirror wall divides the space here into five times five and twenty-five spaces of the same size, just like the longitude and latitude lines on the earth. Except for the space with big trees and deep pools, the remaining 24 spaces are only grassland and sky, and there is nothing else.

He has an absurd feeling that he exists on a huge sphere, or in a huge sphere, otherwise it is difficult to explain everything with his own knowledge.

He began to doubt his inference and thought of three possibilities. The first was that he was indeed dead, but he was unwilling to admit it; The second kind: I fell into a sphere before I died. I'm afraid no one can explain why I was here; The last possibility seems very absurd. I'm not dead. Maybe it's a dream. Only strange dreams can explain all this. I'm trapped in my dream.

No matter what kind of possibility, he has to face a seemingly impossible problem. Can he go out?

He suddenly remembered some seemingly absurd trivia that his roommate said in order to create a strange atmosphere when he lived on campus and turned off the lights in the dormitory, which made him even more frightened, because those memories that he had experienced the same experience a long time ago.

He clearly remembered that he had put an exercise book in his schoolbag, but when he arrived in the classroom, the exercise book became another exercise book. He always thought it was the result of his mistake and carelessness.

Also, he once put something in a drawer or somewhere else, but after a while, he found it somewhere else!

In addition, he thought he had done something, but he didn't do it, such as closing the door or the opposite. He couldn't explain it at all. He could only think that there was a problem with his memory.

He even went to a new place, but he clearly remembered that he had never been there, but he had a familiar feeling that he had been there.

Is there a problem with your memory, or does someone unknowingly affect your memory?

He was already doubting his existence. His mind was in a mess. He didn't dare to think. He seemed to touch something, but he didn't dare to touch it. This may be the forbidden area that you should not touch. Is it what you should touch and be sealed here.

Some things just can't stop at the beginning. If you don't think about them, they exist in the consciousness of your mind and can't go away.

He was still afraid. It was a fear he had never had. It went deep into every nerve in his mind and implanted into every cell in his body. It seemed that a pair of cold eyes stared at his spine. The panic rose from the tail vertebrae to the brain. He couldn't help sweating and didn't dare to look back.

I don't know how long it took. I was sleepless. Nothing happened around me. I was still so calm that I could clearly hear my heartbeat.

"Do you want to go out? Can you go out?" he had begun to waver.

His heart pounded, and the sweat trickled down his forehead. He had never experienced such a thing. He was at a loss for a moment, and even forgot his breath.

The departure of parents can think of the birth, aging and death of life. The emergence of zombies can be attributed to the outbreak of viruses. Even superpowers can be understood as the outbreak of human potential, but everything here has gone beyond the scope of science.

Who can create the purple sky, the boundless grassland and the invisible colorless mirror wall, which can only exist in the mythical trees and deep pools, completely subverting his world outlook.

He has experienced the grief of losing loved ones, endured the ridicule and white eyes of others, because he is afraid to hide in the boat, dare not stretch his head, and shiver in the dark house. These are human instincts. Even if he is laughed at, it is easy to understand, but there is no one here. He can only see his own shadow and claustrophobic space, which ruthlessly destroys his will.

Whether he is laughing or crying, whether he is willing or not, he has to face a world he can't bear. If this is a world, he doesn't know what he should do.