Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 695: Three pieces of memory
The memory that emerges from the depths of my mind is very strange. If it weren't for the characters in the memory fragments that look exactly like me, I can hardly believe that this is something I have experienced before.
My mind was opened, nine locks were broken and three were broken, I sorted out the broken pictures in my mind, and it took a lot of effort to piece them together, and organized them into three dynamic pictures.
In the first picture, I stand facing the statue in the dark dungeon.
The face of the **** statue in the picture is blurred and I can't see clearly. It gives me the feeling that it is not the same as the double-faced Buddha statue, and it is more primitive and vicissitudes.
The dungeon is dark, and the only source of light comes from the oil lamp placed in front of the statue.
The lights flickered, and I seemed to be waiting for someone in my memory, dressed casually and wearing a paper mask.
Looks like he's been imprisoned.
In the picture, I was calm and calm, and seemed to say something to the statue, it was too vague, and I could only hear a sentence clearly.
"Failed again..."
After saying this, I in the picture walked up to the statue and took out a mirror from my clothes.
It is a very ordinary mirror, but it brings me an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
The first picture stopped abruptly, and I was a little confused.
"Failed? Why do you say it failed again? Did you try it before, but it didn't change the outcome?" I closed my eyes and pondered, and finally remembered the mirror in my hand in my memory.
Really familiar, where should I have seen the mirror surface and material.
Reaching into my arms, I took out a broken lens wrapped in a soft cloth.
"Yes, it is this mirror." They are all ordinary mirrors, which have no characteristics to outsiders, but they have a very different meaning to me, because the broken mirror fragments can reflect anyone, Any scene, but I can't reflect myself alone.
"In the memory fragment, the last mirror I took out should be related to this fragment." They may have been a whole long ago, but due to various reasons, they were finally broken.
Seriously putting away the mirror fragments, I had a vague guess in my heart, but there is no way to prove it yet, I must get all the mirror fragments together.
"Mirrors often appear in my live broadcasts. This thing is between the virtual and the real, as if communicating with another world. If the mirror can't reflect me, does it mean that I come from the mirror?" Shaking my head and smiling, I stopped thinking about it , focus on watching the second memory picture.
Different from the plain scene in the first picture, in the second memory, I seem to be chasing someone, running wildly in the distorted city, and the scenery on both sides recedes rapidly.
"This seems to be in a deep dream!" All kinds of strange buildings, walls soaked with human-shaped water stains, and "thoughts" flying in a hurry in the sky from time to time, and those strange shapes street lights.
"I've been here before! This is the unlit road in the deep dream!" Eyes widened, I could hardly believe that I had been to the deep dream long ago.
It took a long time for the endless chase to end. The target I was chasing and fleeing frantically turned out to be a woman in a long skirt.
"Little A?"
Everything in my memory surprised me: "That woman who is like a queen, who dominates part of the dream time, was chased by me and fled everywhere?"
Little A in the memory fragment is also wearing a paper mask, and she is wearing the iconic variegated dress, which is extremely conspicuous in the monochromatic deep dream.
After being overtaken by me, Xiao A seemed to have given up hope of survival. She knelt down on the ground, her breath was messy, as if she had been seriously injured.
"That invincible queen also has such a side?" I shook my head and smiled wryly. Everything in my memory was very different from the reality, but it made me feel extremely real.
The picture moved backwards, and in my memory, I walked up to Little A, held up her small chin, and wanted to tear off the mask on her face. She kept shaking her head and waving her hands, as if once she took off the mask, she would General death.
I finally stopped my hand, slipped my fingertips from her mask, pointed to the periphery of the dream and made a few requests to her.
I can't hear the specific content clearly, I can only see in the picture, little A keeps nodding.
Everything after that was connected with the previous memory fragments. The dream changed, and I left in a certain direction, and then turned my back to Xiao A and said that long paragraph about wearing the mask for too long. , the words cannot be taken off.
The picture stops, this memory is very important to me.
I vaguely understood the crucial point, Little A and I are not enemies, although she is a betrayer, but there seems to be something else hidden in it.
This memory gives me the feeling that Little A is the inner response I arranged among the traitors.
"Is that really the case?" I shook my head and smiled wryly. This inexplicable memory cannot be verified at all. Besides, even if Little A is a chess piece I left behind, her strength is unfathomable now. How can I command her?
A headache, sometimes the more you know, the more painful it is: "The unlit road in the deep dream was breached, this should be the work of the betrayers, why did they do this? What role does Little A play in it?" ? Is there some connection between this and me?"
After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't come up with a result. I sighed and started to watch the last memory.
Compared with the previous two memories, this memory makes me feel the strangest.
This third memory is exactly the same as the scene in the first memory!
They were all in that dark dungeon, facing the same **** statue, lighting the same oil lamp.
I compared the height of the flame and the direction in which the flame swayed at the same time, and then I came to an astonishing conclusion.
The flames are exactly the same! These two memories seem to be repeated!
"It's not right!" I continued to look down, and I quickly said that sentence in my memory-"It failed again..."
Not a single word has changed, but the tone is slightly different. Compared with the first time, there is a little more regret and remorse.
"What's going on?" Same place, same time, even the oil lamp flame has not changed, why is my tone of voice different in memory?
Not long after, more differences emerged between the two memories.
In the first memory, I went straight to the statue and took out the mirror.
But in this memory, after I said that sentence, I slowly sat down on the ground, as if I had suffered a serious injury.
In my memory, I took off the paper mask on my face, I was thinking about something, flipping my hands, I folded the mask into a small person.
"My fate is hard to break, what should I do?" No one can communicate in the dark dungeon. In the picture, I am talking to myself. After a long silence, I put the paper man made of a mask Next to the oil lamp, he took out a book from his pocket and read it.
This book is not thick, and the first sentence of the opening sentence is-everyone is a ghost, and the law is buried in it.
"The Burial Sutra!" It turned out that I got this book a long time ago, and I was surprised and puzzled at the same time. Since I had it before, why didn't I have any impression of it?
The picture in the memory seems to be stagnant ~IndoMTL.com~ Turning the page, the oil lamp is flickering, everything in the dark dungeon seems to be doomed.
The picture of the memory is very peaceful, but it is difficult for me to calm down while watching the memory: "The "Funeral Sutra" is said to be able to bury three lives and three lives. Is there really reincarnation in this world? Otherwise, how can I explain these memories of mine?"
Before I could come up with an answer, the scene in the memory picture changed, and I didn't know how long I had read the book. In my memory, I seemed to understand something, and I reached out and touched the paper figurine.
When I chanted the incantation, the paper figurine didn't respond. The me in the picture snorted coldly, grabbed it and put it on the oil lamp.
As soon as it got close to the flame, the paper figurine showed a crying face, and it waved its paper-made arm, begging for mercy repeatedly.
"This method is amazing." I put down the paper figurine with a smile on the screen, and glanced at the paper figurine lightly: "There are so many reincarnations, but no one remembers me, you were born because of me and stay here Come with me."
In my memory, I spread out the "Funeral Sutra", and the paper man can also see the contents of the "Funeral Sutra".
"You are made of white paper, from now on I will call you Mr. Paper..."
This is the end of the last memory, which left me with endless doubts after reading it.
"Mr. Paper?" When I said these three words in my memory, my heart jumped suddenly, it was so familiar! I met Mr. Paper in the Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital, and he even tried to kill me more than once!
"It should be just the same name, after all, one is a real person, and the other is just a paper man I folded." I comforted myself in this way, but I always felt that there was something wrong. "In my memory, I own the "Funeral Sutra", and the paper figurine I folded was thrown next to the "Funeral Sutra", and Mr. Paper, the subordinate of the Double-faced Buddha, also possessed part of the "Funeral Sutra". Is this also a coincidence? ?” It stands to reason that the "Funeral Sutra" has long been lost and is extremely cherished, but Mr. Zhi secretly learned it
Where did he learn Feng Shui? If it is said that he learned from Double-faced Buddha, then where did the "Funeral Sutra" of Double-faced Buddha come from?
I rubbed my head, thinking about it this way, there must be an intersection between me and the double-faced Buddha.
The memory picture in my mind slowly dissipated. I tried to move my body, and the cold air in my body was swept away. Every beat of my heart can inject new vitality into my body. I feel like I am useful Endless strength.
"If you survive a catastrophe, there will be blessings after death. I should be talking about my current situation." out.
"Suolong Village is the site of the Double-Faced Buddha. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. It is better for me to leave as soon as possible." After checking the things on my body, I picked up the suitcase and walked to the door: "Master Wang just said that there is something outside. , let me be careful, I don’t know what he’s referring to.” Master Wang’s soul was seriously injured, I didn’t want to disturb him for the time being, so I gently pushed open the wooden door, and I used my judgment eye to look out.