Chapter 248

This non-existent rain is stagnant in the time and space that does not exist at this moment.

The raindrops that rolled back into the dark night sky flew unreasonably in the opposite direction, drawing straight and delayed trajectories in mid-air, each strip was like a thread, extending out crystal clear water droplets, the water droplets were pulled until deformed The arc edge of the building reflects the distorted to exaggerated outline of the bookstore.

It's as if the whole world is unreal - which it is.

This is just a fictional historical phantom created with the help of the pair of glasses called "Witness", which only exists within the distance between Raziel's eyes and the lens. hallucinations.

No one else could see it except himself.

It doesn't even exist!

If you want to use an analogy, then these pictures should actually be objectively recorded sections of video...

Everything here is a fixed fact that has happened and will never change.

But this world, which is so obviously false that it can no longer be false, has broken through the boundary between illusion and reality at this moment.

The dark and blurry figure on the door not only knew of Raziel's existence, but even pointed to Raziel...he knew exactly where Raziel was.

It's like a character in a certain plot that is being played on TV suddenly turns his head to look off-screen, speaks to the person off-screen, and points out his finger.

This is simply a horror movie that can scare people to pee!

This is true for ordinary people, but it is even more true for Raziel, a god-level transcendent who has the titles of "worldly wisdom" and "scholar leader"!

In other words, it was precisely because of his own strength and extensive knowledge that he felt a deeper and more secretive terror.

At this moment, his hair stood on end, his scalp was numb, and his whole body—from his legs to his hands to his shoulders to his brain to his pupils—could not stop shaking violently.

A thought screamed uncontrollably in his brain, like a whirling night-gaunt: "It saw me! It found me!"

He deeply knows that this is simply impossible!

Raziel is an all-round scholar, and has done in-depth research on time and space and related mystic arts, but no matter what direction the theory is from, she can't explain the things in front of her at all.

He can't understand.

Because this picture... doesn't exist at all...

The non-existent things are just fictitious pictures made up purely with machinery and ether like images, all of which are fake!

It's fake, it doesn't exist...

There is no entity or consciousness, and even the "witness" can only use Raziel's own brain to store and construct these pictures. exist!

"How can something that doesn't exist be changed? How can you know that I am here, that I am looking for it, that I am looking at it?"

At this moment, Raziel looked at the frozen picture in front of her, and muttered to herself in confusion.

However, his thinking ability as a god-level scholar has played a role at this moment. Countless possibilities flashed across his brain like meteors in an instant. Reason kept him calm and pondered over these issues.

At a certain moment, another thought came suddenly, like a wave in the tide, hitting the reef and breaking into such a bright and simple answer.

Unless—he tampered with Raziel's own consciousness...

Raziel suddenly realized.

So it is!

Yes, that's the only possibility.

It doesn't exist, it doesn't exist, it can't be changed, and it can't be manipulated by others. The only explanation is that the other party directly tampered with Raziel herself.

Rachel Mose suddenly understood.

"This is really a good method and idea. The owner of the bookstore... Lin Jie, do you want to use this to instill fear in me, so that you can surrender without fighting?"

His trembling body gradually calmed down, his face became calm and confident again, his expression relaxed, and he gradually revealed a smile.

"But unfortunately, I have already seen through your thinking. These tricks are useless to me... However, he will use these tricky psychological games. I am afraid that his strength has not reached that unimaginable level."

"It's just the degree of danger, so..."

Raziel stared at the picture behind the lens and began to change again. Time passed day by day, and the bookstore gradually returned to calm, without any other changes, as if that dark, terrifying, and weird rainy night was just a fleeting illusion .

After a while.

Raziel shook her head, stopped rotating the button on the mirror frame, tapped the mirror frame lightly, and turned off the "Witness".

When the time was reversed to almost two and a half years ago, the vision in front of me had not changed for a long time.

The owner of this bookstore, Lin Jie, came to NUO three years ago. There were almost no changes in those two years, and there would be no results if he thought about it further.

The picture in the mirror turned into a real-time monitoring state again.

"It seems that my lovely gem, my creation, my creation, can still return to me soon... S-227, or should it be called Moen now?"

Raziel showed a confident and firm smile, looked at the girl who was still busy in the book cafe, took a deep breath, and pushed her glasses: "I can't wait, there is no more perfect existence in this world I have created an artificial human that spontaneously produced consciousness and emotions, and my path to becoming a god..."

His voice dropped, and then he raised his hand suddenly, pressed his fingers against his temple, and laughed softly.

"Hehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... Do you think this can scare me?!"

"It's just tampering with consciousness to make me hallucinate. Do you think I can't notice it? You underestimate the wisdom of a god-level scholar too much, right? Although I have to say that this quietly let me step into the trap The calculation is very powerful, but how can I be shaken by it?"

"Lin Jie... are you very proud now? But I want to tell you, you are wrong..."

"You can see me, and I can find you too! Do you think you are hiding deep? No, I found you!"

"Hahahahaha... where? Where is it?"

Raziel looked at the mysterious owner of the bookstore who hadn't revealed his true face through the mirror, and showed an extremely weird smile, then elongated his tone and said:

"it's here!"

His fingers touching the temples became extremely sharp, piercing inwards, breaking through skin, flesh, and bones until they touched the brain, the middle finger, index finger, ring finger...until the entire palm opened to wrap the brain.

Hold on tight.

"Slap!"