Chapter 69 The Prison

This is another story.

Yao Yan sorted out the memories that emerged in his mind and made a judgment.

Lu Zuo, an unemployed vagrant, lived in a small town not far from the city.

Yao Yan opened his right hand, and the two crow coins were still in his hand.

Clenching his right hand again, Yao Yan supported himself with his right fist and turned over to get out of bed.

The new bed that was clearly used for only a few years in his memory made a creaking sound when he got out of bed, as if the wooden structure inside the bed had changed.

Wearing flip-flops that were different from Mu Zhongheng's walking shoes, Yao Yan left the bed and walked directly to the door in a strange and familiar feeling in his body.

However, just when he came to the door, his steps paused.

Next to the door, there was a small table like a bedside table, on which was a bottle of water.

Picking up the bottle, Yao Yan stared at the water in the bottle for a moment, unscrewed the bottle, and drank the water in it in a thirsty feeling.

It was like the strange smell of water that flows into homes through rusty pipes in marginal villages and towns, even after boiling.

Putting down the bottle, Yao Yan touched his lips with his left hand that felt painful, and then opened the door.

Outside the door was a living room.

When he came to the living room, Yao Yan saw pieces of furniture that Lu Zuo was familiar with.

The tables and chairs were covered with dust, but there was also a book on the table.

Yao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked to the table.

The book didn't look special, but it wasn't ordinary either - there was no writing on the light blue cover.

He opened the book, and words appeared on the pages:

[I was wrong, we were all wrong]

[It is impossible to control the collapsers]

[With spiritual entities, they are no longer human beings, but another species. ]

[It is impossible to control the trial space. ]

[We humans can't do it! ]

[Unless we also]

[No, this is not right, this is the temptation of the collapsers! My spirit has been affected! ]

[Yes, the collapsed have the ability to influence the mind! ]

[I must be influenced by the mind to think so! ]

[Li Chi, who was responsible for adjusting this trial space before, suddenly disappeared, which should also be related to this. ]

[Li Chi should be somewhere in this trial space, she should be influenced by the mind.]

[But can I leave before being influenced? ]

[It should be possible. ]

[I have confidence. ]

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Seeing this, Yao Yan raised his head and looked outside the house.

Although there was nothing unusual outside the house,

After a brief hesitation, Yao Yan turned his eyes to the book on the table again.

The content after the book was not about the trial space, but all about the description of the town and social environment.

Compared with the front content, there was a strong sense of mutation, as if it was irrelevant.

But because of this, Yao Yan read it more carefully.

Why?

Because the content he saw in another book before gave him an idea.

Moreover, the things described in this book

Rather than a diary or something like that, it is better to say that it is a self-narration of the heart.

Once again, he tried to pick up the book, but when he picked up the book, everything around him shook as if it were an earthquake.

Yao Yan, who had expected such a situation, immediately put the book down.

As the book fell back on the table, the vibration he felt also disappeared.

Looking at the book on the table, Yao Yan turned his head and left the house.

As he left the house, he saw a scene that was highly similar to the memory of this body and the content described in the book.

This was originally a very natural thing, but after changing the perspective, after the perspective change, looking at it again, such a scene has already gone beyond the range that can be described as "normal".

No, it is because of this premise, with this suspicion, everything has become an object of suspicion.

Following the scene in his memory, Yao Yan came to the door.

Outside the door, there is a yard.

There wasn't much in the backyard. On the barren and desolate land, there was only a "fence" made of broken hollow bricks as the boundary with the neighbor's house.

Yao Yan looked around and walked to the position under the window on the left side of the door.

Reaching out his hand, Yao Yan bent down and pulled up the "ground".

It was a cellar.

Yao Yan took a look at the dark and gloomy cellar, returned to the house, took out a flashlight, and entered the cellar.

A strong smell emanated from the dark cellar.

It was the smell of pickled food.

After a short pause, Yao Yan walked directly to the location of a small cellar compartment and stopped in front of the door of the compartment.

Without hesitation, Yao Yan directly pulled open the door of the small compartment.

Almost instantly, the familiar black and white color enveloped him again.

As the black and white color enveloped his body, Yao Yan saw the familiar scene again.

Underground prison.

On his left, there was a shriveled monster like a giant snake.

On his right, there was a spherical monster.

The monsters in these two prisons made him roughly determine that this was the prison he was familiar with.

Why.

Soon, the previous idea emerged.

This trial space is not a single space.

Or in other words,

Yao Yan took a step and swept his eyes to the prisons one by one to confirm his idea.

And every monster that came into his eyes made him confirm that idea again.

"This prison is the main body of this trial space."

Yao Yan said to himself as he walked:

"What I experienced before, whether it was Mu Zhongheng or Lu Zuo, were all 'derived' spaces."

"So, what made these spaces derived?"

As he spoke, he walked and finally came to the corner.

He raised his head and looked at the rope hanging from the ceiling of the prison.

The "Haiqin" that had fallen above the corner had disappeared at this moment.

However, Yao Yan did not react much. He just stood there and asked without any movement:

"Can you tell me? Are you the main concept of this trial space, or an external receiver or pollutant?"

At this moment, a voice rang out:

"Oh? What's the use of telling you? Can you help me leave this trial space?"

As the voice rang out, footsteps followed.

Yao Yan turned around and saw a twisted monster.

It was a monster composed of faces.

There were non-human faces and human faces.

And the human faces among them were.

Haiqin, Yu Qing, Yu Yu, Jiang Jing.

The human faces he was familiar with were all on the monster.

Looking at this scene, Yao Yan did not show any emotion, but just said:

"Is this your purpose? Is this why you deliberately let me see the reasons for the formation of the trial space and the way to crack it?"

"Isn't this nonsense?"

The monster made up of countless strange faces, all staring at him at the same time:

"Thought body."