Chapter 183

Lu Ziming doesn't know whether his idea is correct, but one thing can prove his speculation that he and this space exist independently. No matter whether he is a mouse in the maze or not, the designer doesn't want to really trap himself here. Colorful fruit and colorful fish are the best proof.

The designer of the maze can't leave no clues, but where are the clues?

The teacher doesn't think that students will always have some tips. If the boss asks the employees to work, it will not exceed the ability of the employees. Otherwise, what's the point? The designer of the maze should be the same. If the maze cannot be solved at all, what is the significance of its existence? Even Solomon's knot, which could not be untied, was split by Alexander's sword?

There should be an answer, and there must be clues, but they have been ignored by themselves. What clues are they and where are they?

Once Lu Ziming starts to think about problems, he will become extremely persistent. This may be a common problem of science students. He will never stop until he makes clear the problems. Whether it's cutting corners or finding another way, there is only one purpose and the only one, that is, he can't sleep without solving the problems.

Why did the maze choose himself instead of others? He doesn't care at all now, and there is no way to care, because he is in the maze now. Only when he gets out of the maze can this problem be really solved.

Why is the maze designed as an independent space of five times five, why not three times three, or seven times seven? Other rules.

Why should the space of the maze be designed so large that it can trap itself if it is smaller.

Ideas gush out of my mind, and then are denied one by one. Then strange ideas appear, and then deny, appear and deny again. There is no end. I don't know how long I've been thinking. I always seem to revolve in a mystery, and I can't jump out of the mystery to observe and think.

The loss of time bit by bit. In the space without the transformation of sun, moon and stars, he didn't know whether it was day or night. He had to rely on instinct and the time indicated on his watch to spend every day mechanically.

As the days passed, he mechanically and stubbornly crossed the invisible boundary walls again and again in the day he thought, and then returned to the middle space in the set evening. Then he studied the route he had taken during the day, hoping to find some clues. Even a slight difference could not escape his eyes.

He can't remember how many roads he has run. The direct consequence is that his legs become thicker. Like a person who keeps exercising every day, his physical quality is quietly undergoing some invisible but perceptible changes.

The most obvious thing is that his food intake is increasing. At first, he can only eat two fish a day, but later it becomes three or four. Finally, the seven fish in the deep pool are not enough for him. Fortunately, there are many colorful fruits on the tree to satisfy his hunger. Not all the colorful fruits were delicious. At first, he only ate red colorful fruits because they were sweet. Later, he began to eat green and sour colorful fruits. Finally, he had to start eating black and bitter colorful fruits.

He doesn't understand why there are colorful fruits with different flavors on the big tree. Can't he just grow red colorful fruits? Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, is it to let him taste the taste of life, or there are other reasons. He didn't know, but he could feel that the designer of the maze had a reason. At least after eating those colorful fruits, his body didn't feel unwell, but had a desire from the body. He attributed this reaction to the body's demand for various elements.

After eating anything for a long time, it will produce a kind of conflicting heart. Of course, Lu Ziming is no exception.

At first he ate with relish, but slowly he found that he could not swallow it. However, in order to live, he had to close his eyes and think of the food in his mouth as other tastes. Later, he found that he was not eating, but swallowing these foods, because he had begun to numb.

All along, Lu Ziming thought he would not be picky about food and could eat anything without saying. At least he never rejected food, whether it was hard to swallow dry steamed bread or cold and tasteless food. As long as it was eaten, he never refused. He was as firm as a rock in his mind. He tried to be lonely and lonely. It was no big deal.

But this time, he was wrong, very wrong, and wrong. The most difficult thing in the world is not to eat the same food every day, but your empty and lonely heart without hope.

He had never spent such a long time alone, and he could hardly see the end, no hope, no future. There was no sound in the claustrophobic space, just like the lifeless Millennium ancient tomb, and the living dead in the ancient tomb was himself.

At this time, he was suffering, struggling, struggling, and his heart was under great pressure. He passed the four stages of emptiness.

The first stage is a period of hesitation. Just entering a strange space, in addition to fear, it is the desire to survive. Mole ants are still greedy for life. Not to mention Lu Ziming, he is not afraid of death, but died inexplicably. There is no familiar person around him. He is unwilling. He chose to fight against the maze and survived with a strong will.

The second stage is the lonely period. In constant exploration, he gradually found out the secret hidden in the maze. Although he can't completely solve it now, he saw the hope of living. No one spoke to him, he spoke to himself, dug out the dusty memory from the depths of his mind, slowly recalled, and spent sleepless nights in loneliness and loneliness.

The third stage is numbness. When all the memories appear in his mind many times, nothing can arouse his interest. Now he is in this stage. He didn't know what he should do. It seemed that there was no point in doing anything. He went through the boundary wall again and again, lost and desperate again and again. His strong will had begun to wear away, and depression and decadence began to emerge from the bottom of his heart.

In the next fourth stage, he did not dare to think about it. It was boundless emptiness. Emptiness made people crazy and crazy. He even hoped that someone would suddenly jump out and beat himself hard before he felt comfortable. Even if someone abused himself with the most vicious dirty words in the world, stripped the cocoon of the ugly things he had done, or someone would talk with him.

He didn't know what else was after the fourth stage. When he began to count the colorful fruits on the tree, he became restless, counted too many colorful fruits, then counted the leaves on the tree, and tirelessly stuffed all kinds of useless information into his brain again and again.

However, these have become extravagant expectations and out of reach, and no one pays attention to themselves at all.