The thirteenth door is embedded in the 100-meter-high rock wall.
For Jiang Fang, who has now lost all available props, that is an unattainable height.
Jiang Fang quietly leaned against the other side of the cliff and looked up.
It wasn't until he came to this level that Jiang Fang was really convinced that this game might not test the inventory of props and the skill of using them.
The blonde girl said that the three of them, anyone can come.
She also made it clear that this is not a physical test.
She even waited patiently for the three to exchange props.
In other words, she doesn't care about the existence of something with a cheating nature that is very likely to affect the game experience.
Or, she welcomes players to clear the level.
Or, she knew, even with these props, it was impossible to reach the finish line.
Because, like the theme of the previous library level, it tests the player's ability to move, adapt and gather information.
The theme of this level can be judged from the information of the almond-shaped world at the beginning of the entry and the level setting that holds the heartstrings. It tests how players can overcome their inner "fear".
This also means that levels are likely to randomly adjust what players see and experience inside each door based on what everyone fears.
The starting level of the game is a smooth one.
When Jiang Fang went through the door and collected information, it was also collecting, analyzing and reading Jiang Fang's information.
Jiang Fang suspects that the game can even flexibly determine which props Jiang Fang will consume and how to use the props through the props he carries.
In this game, there are only 2 pages of [Ma Liang's sketchbook] that he can really use.
Therefore, the game chose a smooth transition, and it was not until the seventh door that Jiang Fang set up an 8-meter mountain that was difficult to cross.
Jiang Fang has reason to believe that if he has more functions and more complex props in his hands, the time and number of doors he encounters difficulties will be greatly advanced.
- In short, the game is consciously consuming the effective props in the player's hands.
The most obvious evidence is that after finding that the situation was out of control, the game immediately refreshed a maze wall behind the twelfth door, forcing Jiang Fang to shuttle in the maze. Dramatically exhausted the last bit of time limit for [Ma Liang's Sketchbook] in front of the door.
It performs real-time calculations based on Jiang Fang's every step, and then transitions and evolves reasonably until it captures the deepest fear in people's hearts.
It commands and induces the player to do something.
… So, what exactly does it want the player to do
All kinds of contradictions and clues, and many loopholes that were too late to be detected in the sudden change of mind, thread the needle and lead between Jiang Fang's heart and gradually connect.
Firstly…
Jiang Fang looked down at his legs.
When he entered the twelfth door and almost hit the stone wall head-on, he felt a faint sense of disobedience.
For example, some sprint races, if the field is small, choose to lay a layer of upholstery on the walls of the field not far from the finish position.
Because the athlete, after running at high speed and crossing the finish line, cannot brake immediately for the sake of protecting their own safety, but must maintain a relatively high speed and continue to run forward.
Laying soft pads on the wall is to act as a buffer.
At that juncture, no matter how strong Jiang Fang's reflex nerves were, facing the impact of the sudden hard rock wall at a speed of 20 meters per second was quite fatal.
His subconscious foot cushion, even if it is timely, the consequence should at least be a bone fracture.
Jiang Fang only felt a little numbness and pain.
Let alone just now, the bamboo dragonfly failed. When he jumped down from mid-air, he was more than ten meters above the ground.
Even though Jiang Fang had already adjusted his posture and was ready to cushion his fall, he would not have been injured when he fell from a height of nearly three or four stories, even if the ground was covered with soft turf.
In fact, apart from a little dust on his skirt and cheeks, he didn't even have a scratch.
After thinking of the keyword "wound", Jiang Fang quickly discovered another violation.
Jiang Fang still remembered that in order to maintain absolute sobriety, when he was rushing to find a way out, he slashed himself severely.
At the beginning of the level, Jiang Fang gently cut his fingers with a dagger, and used a subtle pain sensation to confirm whether the scene in front of him was an illusion.
But he always loved his fingers, so he consciously controlled the force.
- However, when he was in midair just now, when a dagger went down, his arm should see blood immediately.
Even if the pain is temporarily suppressed with the rapid secretion of adrenaline, the wound should be real.
... However, now even this wound seems to have never appeared.
For the current Jiang Fang, the best way is to verify it in person.
Jiang Fang pressed the dagger horizontally on his thin forearm, then crossed his forearm with his upper arm, the blade stood up, and with the force of the squeezing, the two sharp pieces were cut toward the skin on both sides.
Jiang Fang pursed his lips, closed his eyes, held the dagger handle exposed on his elbow, and slowly drew it out.
He actually experienced the resistance of the blade cutting through the layers of muscle and tissue.
Jiang Fang did not open his eyes until the sharp blade was completely pulled away.
Above the blade, the snow is bright.
Not a little scarlet.
Jiang Fang let go of his tense arms.
What was revealed in front of his eyes was also an intact piece of skin.
Jiang Fang brushed his skin with a cold blade, thoughtfully.
Pain does exist.
There were no wounds left.
In this way, the blond girl's sentence "there is no 'foreign object' that threatens the life of the 'princess'" has been perfectly explained.
- Here, is a perfect world where no one gets hurt.
It is indeed the setting that a fairy tale world should have.
Thinking of it this way, they never saw whether there was a wound on the palm of the blond girl's palm wrapped in layers of blood-stained bandages.
However, after discovering this, the problem was not solved either.
Even if he knew that he would not be seriously injured, how did Jiang Fang climb the 100-meter Lonely Rock
Is this a fantasy world
As long as you know you won't get hurt, you can overcome the fear of falling from a height.
Overcome the fear, can you pass the level
… not right.
This standard of "overcoming fear" cannot be quantified at all.
For example, Jiang Fang now knows that he will not be injured, so in theory, he should be able to "overcome his fear".
But when Jiang Fang stepped on the rock wall with one foot, he didn't feel the slightest sense of being out of the control of gravity.
The thirteenth door opened on the cliff showed no sign of coming down.
Could it be that the standard for passing the test is for him to completely overcome the fear of heights on the spot
However, Jiang Fang's fear of heights is psychogenic.
For him to overcome, unless the father comes back alive.
This is not possible.
And the game doesn't propose impossible goals.
Jiang Fang raised his eyes and looked back, but unexpectedly found that the twelfth door he entered, appeared 5 meters away from him at some point, floating quietly, as if it was a silent invitation.
Come in, come in here.
As the blond girl said, "The door that the 'princess' walked through will not disappear, but will always wait for the return of the master."
Jiang Fang had an idea.
Perhaps, the door that is within reach behind him is actually the real door
As long as he passes through this door, will he be able to return to Nan Zhou
But he quickly dismissed the idea.
The blonde girl said it clearly.
"As long as the 'princess' thinks the game is too difficult and doesn't want to continue, she just needs to turn around, push open the door she walked past, and then she can leave the game directly."
"When you go through the first door, you have the right to leave at any time."
Her words are very clear.
The door behind him is reserved for players to stop losses in time.
If overwhelmed by fear, you can choose to leave here.
If he really chooses to go out based on the wild ideas in his mind, it is very likely that he will leave Nan Zhou in this world completely.
Jiang Fang still remembered that after they finished the task and came out of the library, the door of the library was closed, and there was no way to enter.
He couldn't take Nanzhou to take risks.
So, this way still doesn't work.
…
So, Jiang Fang looked up at the door that opened 100 meters in the air, and continued to think about the way to climb up.
The sun was dazzling, and he accidentally shook his eyes.
It was like the double light that fell on her pure gold hair when she entered the game and chatted with her.
The blond girl's unusually bright and moving smile suddenly flashed into Jiang Fang's memory.
- He suddenly remembered the doubts that had surfaced in his mind when he first entered the dungeon.
He threatened to kill the blond girl, trying to find out whether she had normal human emotions.
The blond girl who clearly had other normal emotions faced him, smiled without fear, and took the initiative to raise her white neck, revealing the fragile throat under her skin.
In the game, she is not afraid of death at all.
So, is she not afraid of death, or will she not die
If there is no injury, it also means that there will be no real death...
Jiang Fang was stunned by the thoughts in his mind.
But his thoughts couldn't stop running—
Human fear will never end.
unless death.
Death, which represents a complete separation and farewell to the self, fits the theme of fear best.
Isn't the highest aesthetic of overcoming fear the ability to face death head on
Jiang Fang weighed the dagger in the palm of his hand, and made a false stroke in the air.
The dagger was sharp, with a clear, almost whistling screeching sound as it quickly sliced through the air.
When the cold front touched his throat, Jiang Fang's Adam's apple rolled more frequently.
The air exhaled from his mouth was scorching hot.
But his hands were always amazingly steady.
… give it a try, it’s not a bad idea.
isn't it
A knife slashed down his artery.
He cut his trachea with precision.
Jiang Fang watched as another self in a royal blue skirt emerged from his body and slowly fell forward.
This scene is too bizarre and paradoxical.
It is beyond any human conceivable fear.
Jiang Fang took a step back, squatted down, and stroked his corpse's cheek with the palm of his hand, which had cooled down sharply.
The corpse is warm.
With expressions and warmth, he still closed his eyes and waited for the trial.
Jiang Fang looked at this face, as if he saw himself in the last second.
No one knew what he was thinking now.
He may be wondering if this is his clone or his real self.
The one who killed himself with a dagger was the one who was the last second
Or is it that the one who is standing here now is the one who was last second
He may still be thinking about whether he is now dead or alive.
Jiang Fang now finally understood what the blond girl meant.
When all available props are deliberately exhausted by the game, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, the game will force the player to sacrifice himself and face the fear that is indistinguishable to everyone - death - to reach the last door.
Anyway, as the blonde girl said.
People don't die.
There will be no danger to life.
Also, just as she said, this feeling of killing herself is scary enough to give up her teammates and throw her head towards the exit door without looking back.
Many messy emotions shuttled, intertwined, crazy, and precipitated in Jiang Fang's eyes.
In the end, he stroked "own"'s cheek, leaned over and kissed "own" on the forehead gently, and said gently, "...It's hard work."
Anyone who sees this scene will, in addition to being terrified, think that Jiang Fang is completely mad.
However, Jiang Fang's consciousness was clearer than ever.
"Don't worry."
Jiang Fang raised his head and looked up at the last door a hundred meters away. He seemed to be speaking softly to someone over the door, "This is a big project."
…
It is only one door away from Jiangfang.
Nan Zhou was at the door, perseveringly pecked on the knocker, flapped his wings, and pushed back.
The blond girl was gently handing out homemade goose feed to the swans seeking food.
Hearing the sound, she turned around.
Knowing that Nan Zhou was eager for Sifu, she did not know how many times she emphasized to Nan Zhou, "Don't worry too much about him. The level is not difficult, and there will be no danger to life."
Nan Zhou looked back at the blond girl.
He decided not to tell her that he was planning to tear down her door.
It's just that after he turned into a swan, his power was indeed greatly suppressed.
Moreover, this door is one-way and cannot be opened from his direction.
With no success, he could only circle around the door unhappily, pecking at a hole.
Li Yinhang walked over with webbeds unskilledly, and gently tapped his wings with the tip of his wings: "Don't worry too much. Didn't Princess Swan say, there will be no danger, Brother Fang is very powerful, don't worry, we will wait He was right."
Nan Zhou: "Hmm. I know. So it's weird."
Li Yinhang: "What's strange?"
Nan Zhou: "There will be no danger. He is very powerful. I know it. But my heart is still very uncomfortable."
Said, Nan Zhou was a little distressed and straightened the hair on his chest, as if he had made this inappropriate injury a kind of trauma that could be explored.
Nan Zhou said, "That's not quite right. Something seems to be wrong with me."
He guessed that maybe the influence of the full moon in the last instance had not recovered.
Li Yinhang: "..." Pfft.
If she is not mistaken, this is probably the legendary love.
Anyway, it won't be a worry for a mother who travels a thousand miles.
Li Yinhang originally wanted to start a love education for the boss.
But after thinking about it, she decided to keep her mouth shut.
At first, the big guy looks like a mother's solo.
Second, he is also a mother-womb solo.
I, a theoretical giant and a practical dwarf, teach people lessons, and if I lead my child astray, wouldn't it be a misunderstanding.
While Li Yinhang was thinking about it, a rustling sound from the door suddenly brought her back to reality.
She suddenly became excited: "Is he here!"
Nan Zhou did not speak.
He squatted down and faced the door, waiting for Jiang Fang, who had successfully passed the border, to push the door and enter.
He also turned around and took care of the slightly messy, white feathers on his side.
After finishing, Nan Zhou was once again surprised by his strange behavior.
…why do it
However, the people on the other side of the door did not seem to be in a hurry to enter.
…
Jiang Fang stood on the edge of the cliff, holding the door handle with one hand and reaching into the storage slot with the other.
At his feet, a total of 77 corpses were treading.
The corpse was bundled and stacked by the flexible light he cast with the light finger chain, and a human-shaped ladder was assembled and erected.
Part of it is used to reinforce the base, and part of it is used to build the ladder.
Including Jiang Fang himself, there are 78 people in total.
I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, but it's a good combination of the number of tarot cards.
And he is the only one standing above all the cards, the one and only Fool card.
It is the beginning of all madness and the end of all madness.
Standing on the shoulders of the 77th corpse, Jiang Fang took out the beautiful pair of high-heeled shoes from the storage slot.
He held on to the doorknob and put the small high heels back on.
After arranging his image to the best, Jiang Fang's fingertips slowly exerted force and pressed the door handle.
At the same time, his feet with high-heeled straps kicked hard.
The soft corpse steps fell backwards in response.
…
At the moment when the light outside the door poured in, Nan Zhou saw a figure walking from the light.
The waving skirt, the elegant demeanor, the slightly upturned corners of the lips…
For a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when he was still in front of the window of "Eternal Day": "The apple tree—"
However, when his eyes fell on his slender calf, Nan Zhou's expression froze.
Even though Jiang Fang quickly closed the door, Nan Zhou caught something terrifying and falling from behind the door in the light that gradually faded from thick to thin.
Jiang Fang took out the task box, picked it up with a dagger, threw the nettle coat to Li Yinhang first, then took out another one, endured the intense burning and stinging pain, and put it on Nan Zhou with his own hands.
Fortunately, this pain is a little numb to him now.
When Nan Zhou's figure grew rapidly, Li Yinhang could already feel the pain brought by the golden ring.
Although she thought about keeping it, it was a hard currency, but the burning pain at this moment still made her panic.
This is almost to scald the golden ring on his own leg.
Li Yinhang noticed something was wrong, he hurriedly rolled up his trousers, and disassembled the golden rings that were slowly being cast together, divided into two halves.
Nan Zhou, who had regained his human form, lunged straight at Jiang Fang, over his shoulder, and stared at the closed door.
Jiang Fang, dressed as a princess, wrapped his arms around his waist and smiled softly in his ear: "I can't stand still, I have to hug him."
Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang, whose lips were so pale that there was no blood.
It was as if someone had stabbed him so hard in his heart that he was caught off guard by the pain, and he just wanted to get angry.
At this time, the piercing pain came from the thigh in waves.
The golden ring seemed to be squeezing and burning his skin.
He doesn't care.
Nan Zhou lowered his voice and asked him, "How did you pass the test?"
Jiang Fang hugged him, listening to the faint trembling sound after he tried his best to control it, and then looking at where his eyes were falling, he had already guessed seven or eight points in his heart.
Just as Nan Zhou had already guessed seven or eight points, what happened to him.
Probably because he had died more than once just now, Jiang Fang hugged Nan Zhou so tightly that it was just at the critical point where Nan Zhou could hardly breathe.
- He is hurting for himself.
This kind of cognition gave Jiang Fang a distorted, reassuring and warm feeling while feeling distressed.
"...Ah." Jiang Fang firmly controlled Nanzhou like this, feeling his disordered heartbeat with the palm of his back, smiling and whispering to him, "I won't tell you." :,