"It's not surprising. When you... um... I... or we came to this world inexplicably, didn't you already subconsciously think that anything could happen?" Richard said, looking at him who looked like a child.
"That's right." The child-like person nodded and murmured to himself, "If the logic starts to get confused, in a sense, you are undoubtedly a madman, or you have accepted agnosticism, then what else can't be done? Accept it? But... having said that, we have not given up the struggle, we are all trying to figure out what is going on in this world."
After a pause, he looked at him like a child and asked seriously: "I'm a little curious now, how far have you come?"
"If the truth of the world is a big mountain, I should be considered to have climbed to the top of a mountain now. There are still many, many mountains ahead. I am sure that if I keep going, I will reach the end one day. But I am not sure when. It's the end, so what is the end?" Richard said.
"It still sounds very difficult." He spread his hands as a child, "But no matter how difficult it is, there is always hope, right? This is better than staying at the bottom of the mountain and living a life of deceiving yourself, isn't it?"
"indeed."
"Then I wish you success." He looked like a child and said with a smile.
"Wish me success." Richard said, preparing to leave the house.
"That's right!" He, who looked like a child, suddenly stopped, as if he suddenly remembered something, pointed outside and asked, "You plan to keep walking towards the black tower after leaving here, right? Get ready to take a look. There will be something waiting for you at the farthest place, right?”
Richard nodded.
"Well, I also want to know what it is, so I wish you good luck."
"Thank you." Richard turned around halfway, paused, turned his back and said to the child-like person, "By the way, if possible, I hope you will continue to pay tribute to me in this world of past memories. If you meet Keiko in the future, don’t teach her Japanese.”
"Then what do you want me to teach her?" He asked, looking like a child, "French? Uva?" ①
"Whatever." Richard waved his hand and walked out, "I don't object to Italian... Adido..." ②
…
"boom!"
The door of the third house closed, and Richard returned to the snowfield.
Looking into the distance, the black tower is getting closer, close enough to see some details.
At this time, he had realized that the height of the Black Tower might be terrifying. The Black Tower might be a miraculous building, so he could see it from a very far away place.
Between him and the black tower, many white houses appeared, and there were also white houses on the left and right sides. Each white house represented an anchor point of his memory.
This time he stepped forward without hesitation and walked to the nearest house. Without stopping, he strode past and continued moving forward.
One house after another, more and more houses were left behind by him. He kept moving forward, just looking for the house at the end that represented the earliest memory.
"Puff, puff..."
One hour, two hours, three hours...
He walked for a full three hours and stopped in front of a somewhat different house.
This house was huge, like a gymnasium. The moment he saw it, he understood clearly: This was the goal he wanted to find, the memory before all memories, the memory of his past life before the birth of his current body.
He put his hand on the door, and for a moment he had a lot of guesses about what he would see when he opened the door.
Is it a city with many high-rise buildings? Is it a busy road? Is it a factory with billowing black smoke? Or a roadside snack bar? A desk missing a corner? A beat-up computer with a blue screen
Countless thoughts were born and dissipated in his mind. His hand slowly exerted force, opened the door with a "squeak", walked in, and then froze.
As a result, there was nothing inside the door.
Yes, nothing.
The space inside the door is surprisingly large, larger than it looks from the outside. It seems to be able to fill a whole world, but there is nothing. It is empty and only a piece of white is visible.
The ground is white, the walls are white, the roof is white, every surface and every line is white.
This is a white world, just like the snowfield he walked outside.
When he walked into the room and saw this scene, he was obviously stunned. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
He stood there thinking and contemplating: Is this an illusion that cannot read the memories before he was born? Let’s talk about those memories…
He thought about it in the house for a long time, but couldn't find the answer he wanted.
Finally, he took a deep breath, turned around and walked out the door.
"boom!"
He closed the door, returned to the snowfield, turned around again, and was surprised to find a towering black tower so close that he could reach out and touch it.
He squinted his eyes and reached out to touch it.
The snow on the surrounding snowfield suddenly rolled up and rushed towards him, turning into white light and drowning him.
The whole world began to tremble and crack, and the vision gradually returned to normal.
…
…
Richard opened his eyes and found himself standing in front of the open blue door in the ruins.
Behind him, Jasmine and the others stood without any movement, with confused expressions, as if they were still in an illusion.
It turns out that he was standing outside the door the whole time... Richard blinked... It turned out that he didn't go inside at all.
What is inside that door
He cast his gaze and saw that it was an extremely huge space, with a radius of nearly a kilometer and a height of nearly a hundred meters. It was like a gymnasium magnified countless times.
In this super giant gymnasium, there are hundreds of stone platforms with a height of more than one meter, which are like bases for placing something. But now they are almost all empty. There is only one stone platform directly in front of them with things placed on them.
After one glance, he recognized it as the black tower he saw in the illusion.
The tower in reality is exactly the same as the tower in fantasy, but the size is very different, only about ten centimeters in height. It looked like what I saw on the snowfield when I had just entered the fantasy world, which was very different from the towering state I saw at the end.
What is this...
Richard squinted his eyes and stepped into the door. The moment he stepped on the ground inside the door, he heard a voice ringing in his ears.
“Una compagnia aerea orientale emise un grande divano… ”
Um
After ringing for a while, the sound stopped, and then a new, stranger sound appeared.
“ыпустилабольшойдиван… ”
Richard blinked, completely confused.
After waiting for a few more seconds, the popular lingua franca of mainland China finally sounded, with a mechanically synthesized voice saying:
"A visitor has been detected, whose identity cannot be confirmed. He has passed the most basic verification and obtained a minimum level ten pass. He can but only access the first floor of Balta."
After hearing this, Richard raised his eyebrows sharply.
…
Note ①: Oh drink Uwaha, French-Au revoir, Chinese-Goodbye.
Note ②: Addio, Italian - addio, Chinese - goodbye.