In the dark night, in the uninhabited Hedong, the broad and sudden singing echoed, and it seemed that all dangers and difficulties would flow away with the water and with the wind.
Jiang Baimian gently hummed the melody and adjusted the state to the best.
After singing a paragraph, she looked sideways at Shang Jianyao and asked with a smile:
"Why don't you use a small speaker?"
"In this environment, you have to sing this song to feel it yourself." The answer is Shang Jianyao, who is always striving for perfection.
He even offered suggestions for improvement:
"It feels better to sing and beat on your lap."
Jiang Baimian imagined:
"I'll try it later."
In front of the shrine, Zhou Yue, who had mirrors on his head, waist, and hands, looked at them and felt that he seemed out of place.
"Is it really suitable to sing at a time like this?"
"Forget it, forget it, there are illusions everywhere, why take it seriously?"
Such thoughts flashed through Zhou Yue's mind, and finally settled on the way she was most accustomed to dealing with it.
Just when Shang Jianyao patted his thigh again and was about to hum the melody, the entire Nankeguan suddenly turned pitch black, and all the light bulbs seemed to lose electricity instantly.
Soon, under the light of a little light, Jiang Baimian and the others found themselves in a community shaded by green trees.
The buildings here are not too high, and the warm lights are reflected behind the glass windows, making the night no longer so quiet and desolate.
"The neighborhood where Jiang Xiaoyue jumped off the building?" Zhou Yue looked around and asked.
"It should be." Jiang Baimian gave a positive answer.
The three of them seemed to have been moved out of thin air, and everything around them was so real.
"The information that the 'high-level unintentional person' wants to provide is hidden in this illusion?" Zhou Yue was most concerned about this question.
Shang Jianyao nodded:
"Maybe, probably, maybe we need to explore on our own."
"Doing more and doing more wrong..." Zhou Yue still insisted on her own philosophy.
Although they seem to be standing in the courtyard of the community now, they should actually be sitting cross-legged on the futon.
As soon as she finished speaking, the environment changed. Just like Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian last time, the three of them didn't need to do anything, they entered the corresponding building and came to Jiang Xiaoyue's residence.
The man was huddled in the doorway, scrambling to peer through the gap.
The voices of panic, despair, and collapse echoed in Zhou Yue's ears:
"Are you going to kill me... are you going to kill me..."
Then, she saw the interior of the house, saw the twisted faces clinging to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and saw Jiang Xiaoyue sitting on the railing.
The next second, Jiang Xiaoyue jumped out of the window.
In the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Zhou Yue all felt that their thoughts were swallowed by the whirlpool, and their reason was submerged in darkness.
When they got rid of this feeling, they found that they were still in that green tree-shaded community, no different from the beginning.
They are all familiar with the next process. They entered the room again and again, passed through the snooping crowd, and entered Jiang Xiaoyue's house. They witnessed her muttering to herself by jumping off the building and committing suicide. of pain.
It was like they were trapped in this period of time, unable to break free, unable to leave.
In the repetition over and over again, Jiang Baimian's consciousness gradually became blurred, and the whole person became more and more confused.
Suddenly, the chip in her left arm gave her a preset signal.
This is to remind her that her overall state is not right!
What's wrong... Jiang Baimian's thoughts returned a little from the chaos in an instant, and found himself repeating a sentence.
That sentence is:
"Are you going to kill me... are you going to kill me..."
This... Jiang Baimian woke up most of the time, and found himself standing on the handrail, with the open glass window in front of him, and the ground where things had become much smaller below.
She is about to jump off the building!
And there is no bloody human body in the corresponding place.
I became Jiang Xiaoyue? Really entered this fantasy? What would happen if I did jump? A series of questions flashed through Jiang Baimian's mind, and a feeling of fear arose in his heart.
She hurriedly turned her head and looked at where Shang Jianyao should be.
Then, she found Shang Jianyao, who was wearing a dark blue short down jacket, also standing on the railing, with one hand reaching out to her head.
During this process, Shang Jianyao was blown away by the night wind and kept his eyes on the ground at the bottom of the building, as if he was considering whether to jump off.
"I'm already awake." Jiang Baimian said after seeing this.
"That's good." Shang Jianyao withdrew his right hand.
Jiang Baimian asked curiously:
"You weren't affected? Didn't you become Jiang Xiaoyue?"
"The infected I have been dragged back, and now I am calm and rational." Shang Jianyao replied calmly.
Can you do this? Is there any benefit to mental illness? Also, this is different from Qiao Chu's "forced charm". It's not that you will be recruited as soon as you encounter it. You need to repeat the cycle to infect, and switching personality can really get rid of it... Jiang Baimian nodded with understanding.
Then, she thought of another person:
Zhou Yue!
"Maybe I have to give Zhou Guanzhu a little stimulation." Shang Jianyao also pointed to the front and said.
Jiang Baimian looked intently and found that Zhou Yue was in another similar room, also standing on the railing, clinging to the window, ready to jump off.
Her black hair was messy, and her eyes were silent with two words:
"Are you trying to force me to death... dreaming everywhere, why be serious... Are you trying to force me to death... dreaming everywhere, why be serious..."
She seemed to be struggling, and she didn't make up her mind to jump off the building for a while.
Seeing this, Jiang Baimian didn't care whether the opponent's correct position was distorted by the illusion, and directly stretched out his left hand and spread his five fingers in the direction of Zhou Yue.
A silver-white arc jumped out, crackling and illuminating the surroundings.
In an instant, the arc fell on Zhou Yue, causing her body to tremble.
In the next second, the open windows, the faces stuck to the glass, the lit rooms, and the neighborhoods shaded by green trees became extremely illusory, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian, and Zhou Yue were still sitting on the futon, surrounded by shrines and pillars.
"The hallucination just now was a bit strange..." Zhou Yue shook her numb hand, "I still have the feeling of being electrocuted."
"There are dreams everywhere, why take it seriously?" Shang Jianyao replied to her.
Jiang Baimian found a problem from Zhou Yue's sigh:
"It's kind of weird indeed.
"Why is our consciousness affected and we feel like we have become Jiang Xiaoyue?"
Shouldn't the hallucination ability of the "higher mindless person" focus on external fields such as distorting environmental information and replicating target states
When can he directly affect the consciousness of the target
Hearing Jiang Baimian's question, Zhou Yue's eyes widened:
"Yes, the 'illusion' in our field can't do this, at least the 'psychic corridor' level can't do it..."
Saying that, she stopped and showed a slightly embarrassed smile.
She slipped again!
Jiang Baimian politely ignored this point and said thoughtfully:
"He got magical items from other fields from the 'Spiritual Corridor'?"
"It's possible." Zhou Yue agreed.
"There is another possibility." Jiang Baimian continued.
Her expression became quite serious:
"It is not the 'higher mindless person' that affects our consciousness, but the illusion itself."
"Illusion itself?" Zhou Yue was a little puzzled.
Jiang Baimian explained:
"He should have reproduced what happened at the time and created this illusion.
"And since it's a re-engraving, maybe some weird things about Jiang Xiaoyue's spiritual world will be copied over, and it will have an effect."
"That is to say." Shang Jianyao helped Jiang Baimian make a summary statement, "It is not the 'high-level unintentional person' that affects our consciousness, but Jiang Xiaoyue's spiritual world."
Zhou Yue shrank her body:
"Sounds a little scary..."
Then, she nodded lightly and said:
"Theoretically, this possibility exists."
"Jiang Xiaoyue's spiritual world is really a strange place..." The two ladies present from Shang Jianyao Gang expressed their feelings, "No wonder the 'high-level unintentional person' developed obsession."
Zhou Yue secretly agreed and asked questions:
"Didn't you say that he wants to enter Nankeguan and tell us important information
"Why don't you come in all the time, and only create hallucinations for us?"
"This is just a guess." Jiang Baimian was at a loss for words.
At this time, Shang Jianyao shook his head and said:
"Because you are not polite."
"Eh?" Zhou Yue looked at the tall young man doubtfully, "Do you want to stand up to meet him?"
Shang Jianyao pointed to the mirror clasped in front of him:
"There are too many mirrors here, how do you let him in?"
"Yes!" Zhou Yue suddenly realized.
Jiang Baimian also figured out the key.
She and Zhou Yue looked at each other, took a breath, and turned the mirrors around her and her body one by one, with the back facing out.
In the whistling wind, the branches in the courtyard of the Taoist temple swayed in the night.
Two or three minutes later, Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao, and Zhou Yue turned their attention to the entrance of the hall at the same time.
In the darkness, a figure stumbled out. He is an old man over sixty years old, with messy long gray hair and various clothes on his body, his eyes are cloudy and bloodshot.
He turned his head and looked behind him as he walked. In the void, faces stood out, with distorted expressions and red eyes.
This "high-level unintentional person" walked faster and faster, and finally ran up, but he couldn't get rid of the countless faces in the surrounding night.
Gradually, a half-height railing and an open glass window appeared in front of him.
This "higher unintentional person" climbed up the railing and muttered to himself with a dazed expression:
"Are you going to kill me... are you going to kill me..."
The voice was feminine and erratic, not at all from a man, but from a woman somewhere far away.
At this moment, the shrine of Nankeguan was reflected in the pupil of the "higher heartless person", and the dragon symbol made of pieces of broken mirrors was reflected.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, and there was a loud sound in his throat, as if a dying beast was struggling.
Shang Jianyao, Zhou Yue, and Jiang Baimian each took a few steps toward this illusion, and finally heard the words that the "high-level unintentional person" seemed to squeeze out of their chest:
"Five, zero, three."