Chapter 812 Under the Mask

Following the key's guidance, I continued downwards and reached the fourteenth floor.

I noticed that there was an iron door between the fourteenth and fifteenth floors underground, but I couldn't open it with the key in my hand.

"It seems that the person I want to find is here." Holding the key in one hand, someone faintly called me in the corridor. It was a very strange feeling. He didn't call my name, but I knew he was there. The person you are looking for is me.

I closed my eyes, blocked my five senses, and purely followed that mysterious and mysterious feeling.

The distance got closer and closer, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing at the deepest point of the fourteenth floor, with one hand on the door lock.

I looked up at the house number of this room - 1444.

With an indescribable strange emotion, I opened the door. The air in the room was a little damp, and all the furniture was full of texture. It was very different from the creations of deep dreams. It made people feel like they had returned to reality. illusion.

On the uneven wooden floor, there is a thick black carpet, which seems to be woven from the hair of a living person. It feels strange to step on it, as if you are above all living beings.

Other than that, there was nothing unusual in the living room. I pushed open the door of the only compartment. The moment the wooden door opened, my raised hand froze in mid-air.

There was a man sitting in the room, facing me, wearing a yellowed paper mask.

"Show examiner?!" I never thought that I would see a show examiner in the abandoned show site of Deep Dreamland!

"I've been waiting for you here for a long time, or I've been watching you since the first time I saw you." The examiner's voice was just like on the phone, robotic and calm, without any emotion, just looking at you like that. Holding me.

Even though we were separated by a mask, I felt like he was smiling at me: "When did you enter a deep dream?"

"I have always been here and never left." The examiner stood up from the table and walked to me: "You don't have the aura of fate in you. This time you found me under the guidance of fate."

"I don't understand what you mean. In addition, as far as I know, the show branch of Deep Dreamland was completely destroyed before. It is impossible for them to leave you as a hidden danger without dealing with it. How did you show up here?" I revealed. Be wary, after all, this is a deep dream that you will get lost in if you are not careful.

"No one can destroy the show, they only destroyed me in the last second."

Every sentence of the paper interviewer was meaningful and made me think deeply: "The same person you were last second?"

I recalled the first time I went for an interview on a street without lights. There were three examiners sitting in front of me. They were exactly the same height and shape. The only difference was the newness of their masks.

Speaking of the show, a memory that I had almost forgotten emerged. After the sixth live broadcast, I once went to the street without lights. At the door of the two buildings No. 43 and No. 45, I met a strange girl.

She said she was waiting for someone on Lightless Road, saying she had been waiting for twenty years. After a while, another middle-aged woman came over and repeated the same words until the old lady finally appeared.

That crazy old lady showed me the whole process of a girl from youth to aging. She kept saying that she was waiting for someone, but in fact the person she was waiting for was just herself at a different age (see Chapter 201 for details)!

I was curious at the time and vaguely felt that this was the old man conveying some clues about the show to me in a very subtle way. Unfortunately, I didn't pay attention at the time.

But now when I think about the words of the show examiner, the hidden threads in my mind finally connected.

"The Butcher said that the show represents destiny, which is floating and uncertain, and that every moment in everyone's life, different selves may appear due to different choices, just like countless tributaries of a big river, no one knows where it will flow in the end. Where, this is fate." I looked at the paper interviewer: "I seem to know the answer. The betrayers killed you a second ago, but now you are waiting for me!"

"It seems you have understood." The paper man interviewer raised his hand and slid his fingertips on the edge of the mask. He slowly tightened the paper man mask and took it off: "This is why the reincarnation mirror cannot reflect you. one."

With the exact same face, the paper interviewer actually looked exactly like me! No! It should be said that he is me!

"We cannot meet each other at the same time. This is a rule set by fate. Only in the third world of deep dreams can I stay for a few more seconds." The interviewer's eyes were calm, as if he was telling an ordinary thing.

"I don't know if you are from the future or the past. I just want to know, why do you think I have the possibility of success?" I never feel that I am a particularly smart person or a person with any unique talents. In many ways, I It's not even as good as some of the viewers watching the live broadcast. Not counting Wan Dao Chang, Liu Banxian and the others, even Chu Men and Du Yu are much better than me.

"I once asked the same question as you." The corner of the interviewer's mouth rose, as if he thought of something happy: "No one can guarantee success, but at least you are trying again and again. Your desire for destiny exceeds anything. people!"

He pointed to the top of his head: "Fate has arranged the future of every life. A person doesn't even know whether what he wants to do is out of his own will or under the influence of fate, moving forward like a puppet. Want to control Your own destiny can only be achieved by breaking the arrangement of fate at every step. And this is an extremely huge project. Even if fate cannot control your life, it can indirectly achieve its own goals by affecting other things. Any tiny Something as inconspicuous as this can drag people back into the chessboard of fate. Therefore, getting rid of fate cannot be achieved through one or two reincarnations or rebirth. "

"In order to hide your memory, avoid the rules set by fate, and bury nine Tao locks in your body, we have paid an unimaginable time and price. Of course, the harvest is also considerable. When you open all nine locks, you will You will understand that you will gain the power accumulated in all reincarnations. Do you have anything else to ask?"

The show examiner is the remaining will of me from another time. This will is hidden in the paper mask. The moment the mask is taken off, he has already begun to disappear.

There are many more questions I want to ask, but looking at myself in front of me, I always have an unreal feeling: "Can you tell me how many times I have been reincarnated?"

"Every paper mask here represents your reincarnation. I don't have much time. Let me show you one last thing." The show examiner walked out, and his body dissipated with every step he took. part.

Under his leadership, I came to the corner of the 15th and 14th floors. The body of the show examiner was now transparent.

"Destiny is immortal, reincarnation is endless, you ask me how many times I have been reincarnated in total, the answer is here." He used his last strength to push open the iron door that I thought was locked. Behind the heavy and dark iron door, There are endless paper masks, almost filling the entire underground!

"Same starting point, different ending! Under the mask, buried are 2.6 billion reincarnations! It's the 2.6 billion rebirths and struggles that only you know about in the whole world!"

As the sound continued to echo, the four dragon-locking stakes in the depths of my consciousness all made a crisp sound, and an unprecedented tingling sensation ran through my body!

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't make a sound. I felt utter loneliness, and an indescribable special emotion filled my heart.

After a long time, I calmed down. At the last place where the examiner stood at the show, I found a palm-sized fragment of the Samsara Mirror. He had been carrying this mirror fragment with him for countless reincarnations.

"Is this the truth?" I looked at the endless paper masks under the show and closed the iron door with my backhand.

Maybe a long time later, I will also become a paper mask on display, but so what?

At least I grasped my destiny and did not compromise with fate.

I took out my show phone and looked at my face on the screen.

"Are you a madman? Or a legend?"