Compared to the fighting and killing along the way, this land is undoubtedly much friendlier. There are no watchers, no demons, no strong winds and huge waves, only the endless snow.
At this moment, an increasingly huge fear rose in the plague doctor's heart. He began to pray that some physical monster would rush out for him to kill. In this way, the emotion of "fear" would at least have a real carrier, and it could bleed and be killed, and thus defeated.
But now it’s different. Fear has become an omnipresent breeze, like dying old people whispering in your ears.
The plague doctor and Lorenzo both felt the weirdness of this land, but this power was invisible and intangible. Apart from feeling frightened and being injected with drugs, they seemed unable to do anything to resist.
This piece of... pure white hell.
"Epidemic Doctor, is there such a possibility?"
Lorenzo held onto the rope and looked at the snow covered with footprints behind him.
"Is there another person coming with us? Kestrel? Or Shrike?"
Lorenzo muttered to himself, his eyes slightly bright as he pondered all this weirdness.
"No, I just remember it was the three of us."
The plague doctor denied Lorenzo's words. It would be more accurate to say that he did not dare to follow Lorenzo's thoughts. If there really was an accompanying person who got lost here, how much would the plague doctor have forgotten now
But just like the paradox that Lorenzo mentioned, the plague doctor could not remember what he had forgotten. This death was so silent that perhaps he would forget who he was in the next second.
"Don't be so sure, plague doctor, this is also possible. Didn't we almost forget to inject the Florand potion just now?" Lorenzo shook his head. He could not be said to be afraid or calm. He was just thinking according to his own ideas.
"There was an unlucky fellow among us who ran out of Florenda and forgot to inject it. As a result, he forgot why he injected it, and therefore forgot the memory that it helped him maintain.
His memory collapsed bit by bit, and he forgot more and more, until he forgot why he appeared here, and even forgot who he was. "
As Lorenzo spoke, he pulled the rope around his waist that connected him to the plague doctor, but Lorenzo's eyes were looking at the other end, as if the rope should extend out here and connect to someone.
But now the rope was broken here, connecting only Lorenzo and the plague doctor.
"We have no way of determining the existence of the fourth guy, right?" asked the plague doctor.
According to Lorenzo, the anti-meme will not only erase the existence of the fourth person at the memory level, but also block everything related to him.
"Maybe the rope is actually extended and it's connecting to the fourth unlucky guy, but we can't see the rope, nor can we feel the tension on the rope. Even if that guy is standing in front of us, yelling at us, punching us... but we just can't realize his existence."
The more he thought about it, the more hideous and terrifying this white hell seemed to the doctor.