Headquarters of the Dangerous Heretics Bureau.
Bai Liu was transported here strictly guarded, and this time he was greeted from the gate upright.
Everyone was standing in line at both sides of the main entrance. They watched with fear, hatred, and inconceivable at the heresy who escaped from here last night and was greeted back this morning.
The huge bright white ball slowly turned, opening the entrance to him.
Bai Liu walked in without squinting his eyes. On his left was the captain of the second team who escorted him, Cen Buming, on the right was Tang Erda, and behind him were the mighty players.
If it weren't for Bai Liu's hands still being handcuffed behind him, it seemed that he was the leader of the two teams—the former captain of the first team.
But in fact, he was just a fugitive who had to send two detachments to arrest him.
Bai Liu entered the elevator all the way under the guidance. Unknown Cen swiped his card to light up the operation buttons of the elevator, Tang Er took a step forward, took a deep breath and pressed the bottom button.
The elevator with three people descended from floor to floor and crashed into the ground.
The smell of the sea did not know when it began to diffuse in this narrow elevator.
"I'm very surprised that you would agree to my terms so readily." Bai Liu turned his head to look at the unknown Cen who was standing behind him on the left. "After all, Heresy 0001 seems to be very important to you."
Cen Buming glanced at him: "No matter how important it is, there are no two thousand lives. It is only more important to the captain of the first team. He is its guardian and the person who decided to seal it up. We don't know what this heresy is. ."
"And you just said that you want to take a look, and it doesn't matter to us." Cen didn't know how to stop Bai Liu's head with a click and turned back. "Look ahead and don't look at me. The file says that your eyes have a bewitching effect on humans. ."
Bai Liu who was caught off guard and turned sour: "..."
Tang Erda who provided portfolio information: "..."
The elevator stopped steadily, the door opened smoothly, and Bai Liu came out.
Stepping into the bottom of the dangerous heresy process again, the situation is very different from the last time, but the scene is the same—
-A long, dark to no light, deep-sea tunnel-like passage, floating in the air, the smell of seawater that does not know where it comes from, and the eternally closed door that stands quietly at the end.
"Let’s say it first, we don’t mean to open this door for you. After all, no one knows how dangerous this heresy is." Cen Buming turned his eyes to Bai Liu, "We just promised you to use heresy 7061 [Perspective of Mirror], take a look at what is behind the door."
"To be precise, it's just a minute."
Unknown Cen raised a black box with the number [7061]. He shook a strange-shaped watch on his wrist in front of Bai Liu's eyes: "If you confirm, I will open the handcuffs and put the [Perspective Mirror] 】Leave it to you, and start timing."
Bai Liu turned around without objection and asked Cen Unming to untie the handcuffs for him.
Unexpectedly, Cen lowered his head and unfastened Bai Liu's handcuffs: "- To add, as far as I know, all people who have seen heresy 0001 have gone mad and committed suicide."
He paused: "—including my former captain, and the greatest captain of the heresy, the first team captain [Prophet], it’s too late for you to regret it now."
The moment the handcuffs were removed, Unknown Cen used a gun against Bai Liu's head.
Bai Liu naturally raised his hands to signal that he was harmless, and then rubbed his wrists with bruise marks from the handcuffs, turned his head to face the unknown Cen behind the muzzle, and asked with interest:
"Then this great captain, does he say anything related to heresy 0001?"
Standing on the side, Tang Er shook his head: "Most of them are sealed in top-secret files, and no one has permission to view them."
"But there are a few that I know." Cen Buming looked at Bai Liu, "[Prophet] said that everyone would be very afraid of what is presented by heresy 0001, so they will go crazy when they see it."
Bai Liu raised his eyebrows: "Similar to Murphy's Mirror?"
"No, Murphy's Mirror is fake, but what heresy 0001 allows you to see is true." Unknown Cen approached Bai Liu, his muzzle was against Bai Liu's forehead, and the metal muzzle was like Cen. Unknown at the moment, the eyes are as cold, "All heretics have names, do you know what the name of heretics 0001 is?"
Bai Liu asked: "What is it?"
Unknown Cen: "[Future]."
Tang Erda was also taken aback. Bai Liu glanced at Tang Erda's bewildered expression, and understood that the captain of the third team, like him, was the first time he heard the name of Heresy 0001.
"[Future], why do so many people go crazy with fear?" Bai Liu raised his eyes to the captain of the second team who seemed to hide a lot of secrets.
"Maybe [Future] The meaning of existence itself is to make people feel scared and mad about it." Cen Buming used a gun against the back of Bai Liu's head and forced him to move forward. His tone and expression were calm and abnormal, "Fear. From the unknown, is there anything more unknowable and more frightening than [Future]?"
Bai Liu raised his hands and walked forward: "It sounds like Captain Cen has already seen his [future]."
"I haven't seen it. The known [future] will make me lose my fear and the motivation to chase it down at the same time." Cen Buming stopped, "but you are about to decide whether to see your [future]."
Bai Liu raised his head, and in front of him was the door where heresy 0001 was welded to death.
The door was tall, cold, and indestructible, with no entrance, no key, and withdrawn as if it were born, thickly blocked between the breath of Sheta that Bai Liu smelled and him.
Bai Liu smelled Sieta in his [Future].
"Have you thought about it?" Cen Buming looked at Bai Liu, "Would you like to look at your terrible [future]?"
"Perhaps sometimes [Future] is not terrible?" Bai Liu replied softly, "When you know there is someone in your [Future]."
Bai Liu didn't look back, and calmly stretched out his hand to Cen Buming. Cen Buming was silent for a moment, put the box with Heresy 7061 in Bai Liu's palm, and then unlocked the box with his fingerprints.
The heavy stainless steel box was folded and turned around. Inside, it contained a piece of exquisite workmanship and ancient style monocles, wrapped in a fine fleece.
"Hold it straight up to your pupil line, just like when the doctor is measuring myopia with glasses, adjust the position until the iron door in front of you becomes transparent."
Tang Erda solemnly directed Bai Liu to use the monocle, his tone became uncontrollably complicated: "... Then you can see... [Future] inside."
At the same time, Cen Buming pressed down the timing button on the watch.
In the ticking sound of the second hand, Bai Liu saw the iron gate gradually disappearing through the semi-convex, old lens with all kinds of scratches on it, and an empty, empty whiteness appeared behind the door.
This pure white light and shadow have been spreading indefinitely, as if no matter how you look in, you can only glimpse these unsentimental white lights in vain.
Finally, when Bai Liu's eyes felt sour, a small TV with snowflake screen appeared at the end of the white light.
The small TV seemed to realize that Bailiu was watching it, and the buttons on the edge jumped spontaneously, seeming to search the channel. The snowflake screen flickered twice and became the beginning of the old black and white movie letter. The light dots on the top flickered, and the center was a row of large characters. subtitle:
[The last world line game]
[Player: Bai Liu and his friends(?)]
[Setting Mode: Extremely Difficult Mode (Hell Mode)]
[Set the main line part1 of the game-the love tragedy of life and death]
The subtitles faded, and the bars on the small TV flickered twice, and a very unclear, first-view scene appeared like a stand-alone horror game in the 10s.
Bai Liu saw the sloshing water waves, fine ice floes, and bubbles rising from his mouth and nose on the small TV. It seemed that he was falling into the water. Judging from the fact that his limbs were floating weakly on the edge of his field of vision, he should have been drowning. For more than four minutes, it seemed that he was about to drown.
But he seemed to be faintly moving his hands and feet at the moment, and he seemed to be conscious.
Strangely, he did not paddle on the water surface, but continued to dive deep under the water surface—as if he wanted to catch something that fell into the bottom of the water.
With the shaking of the screen and the changing of the angle of view, Bai Liu saw what he was grasping—it was a beating heart that was constantly falling into the deeper ice sheet.
And at the moment Bai Liu was about to grasp, a hand passed through his chest, and he grasped the heart one step earlier, and when the hand was withdrawn, it seemed to be to cut the grass and remove the roots, and squeeze it mercilessly. Bai Liu's heart burst.
The blood mist exploded from his body and spread to all the places the sea could reach.
Bai Liu saw that he slowly turned around, spread his limbs and sank. In the red and blue sea, his eyelids closed weakly, and the picture on the small TV began to darken and sway unsteadily.
But Bai Liu did see the man who crushed his heart, with a face exactly like Taville.
Indifferently and indifferently, he held the beating heart, suspended in the water like a god, looking high above the white willow frozen in the freezing water.
The faint light of the sky disappeared, the sun on the horizon was incomplete, leaving only a quarter, and the seabed that engulfed the white willows became even colder.
The picture gradually faded, and a new line of subtitles appeared on the small TV:
[Setting the main line part2 of the game-a ten-year old friend who parted ways]
This time, the small TV screen shook more severely, as if someone was holding Bai Liu's collar violently shaking his head, and yelling at him hysterically:
"Bai Liu!! You can't go on any longer! You have done enough to win!!"
Bai Liu recognized this voice.
Bai Liu also recognized the face of the person who was in tears on the small TV, his face was flushed with blue veins on his neck, and the face of the person who was beating him-ten years ago, this was the first time I saw this guy showing this. Kind of expression.
Lu Yizhan stood in front of him, squeezed his shoulders and arms, and beat him to the ground over and over again—this was his method against the prisoners.
Bai Liu's body was dripping with blood, and his hands and feet were bruised, but Lu Yizhan's body was not much better. His nose was crooked, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He was distressed in two directions, or his gentle eyes were filled with a certain fierce emotion like never before, and he died motionless. Staring at Bai Liu, he seemed to be ready to rush up at any time.
They seemed to arrogantly and relentlessly fought with each other.
Bai Liu heard his violent, heavy breathing. He should be the one who was more seriously injured-Lu Yizhan received professional grappling training, and Bai Liu couldn't beat him in hand-to-hand combat.
But Lu Yizhan, who was more injured, seemed to be finally unable to hold back tears. He raised his hand and wiped his eyes, wiped his entire face with blood and blood, then raised his head to forcibly endure the choking. Ge Ge asked him: "Bai Liu, what is the meaning of your existence?"
"—Is it to be the monster standing opposite me?"
"Aren't you alone?"