Crow's Paradise

This is another story.

Yao Yan made a judgment after brushing off the memories that came to his mind.

Lu Zuo, an unemployed vagrant, lives 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 used his right fist to support it and turned over to get out of bed.

In his memory, it was clearly a new bed that had only been used for a few years. When he got out of the bed, it made a squeaking sound, as if some changes had occurred in the wooden structure of the bed.

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

However, when he came to the door, he paused.

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

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

Just like in marginal villages and towns, the water flowing into the house along the rusty pipes still has a strange smell after being boiled.

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

Outside the door is a living room.

Coming 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]

[Controlling the crasher is impossible]

[With their spiritual entities, they are no longer human beings, they are already 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 lure of the crasher! My spirit is affected! ]

[Yes, Crashers have the ability to influence minds! ]

[I must be mentally affected to think this way! ]

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

[Li Chi should be somewhere in this trial space. She should be mentally affected.]

[But will I be able to leave before I'm affected? ]

[It should be possible. ]

[I have confidence. ]

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When Yao Yan saw this, he raised his head and glanced outside the room.

Outside the house, although there was nothing unusual,

After Yao Yan hesitated briefly, he turned his attention to the book on the table again.

The content after the book is no longer about the trial space, but is all about the description of the town and various aspects of the social environment.

Compared with the front-end content, there is a strong sense of mutation, as if it has nothing to do with it.

But precisely because of this, Yao Yan looked at it more carefully.

Why?

Because of what he had seen in another book before, he had an idea.

Moreover, the things described in this book

Rather than a diary or something like that, it's more of a self-narration.

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

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

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

Looking at the books on the table, Yao Yan turned around and left the room.

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 is something that should be taken for granted, but after changing the perspective and looking at it again, this scene is already out of the range that can be described as "normal".

No, it's because of this premise and this doubt, everything becomes an object that can be doubted.

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

Outside the door is a courtyard.

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

Yao Yan looked around and walked to the window on the left side next to the door.

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

It's 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.

There was a strong smell in the dark cellar.

It's the smell of pickled products.

After a brief pause, Yao Yan walked directly towards a cellar cubicle and stopped in front of the cubicle door.

Without hesitation, Yao Yan opened the door of the cubicle.

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

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

Underground prison.

To his left was a shriveled monster like a giant snake.

To his right is the spherical monster.

The monsters in these two prisons allowed him to roughly confirm that this was the prison he was familiar with.

Why.

Soon, the idea from before emerged.

This trial space is not a single space.

Or rather

Yao Yan took a step forward and swept his eyes towards each prison to confirm his thoughts.

And every monster that caught his sight made him reconfirm that idea.

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

As Yao Yan walked, he said to himself:

"What I experienced before, whether it was Mu Zhongheng or Lu Zuo, was a 'derivative' space."

"So, what gave rise to these spaces?"

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 originally fell above the corner has 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 are you an external container or pollutant?"

It was at this moment that a voice rang:

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

As the words sounded, the sounds of footsteps appeared.

Yao Yan turned around and saw a twisted monster.

It was a monster made up of faces.

There are non-human faces and human faces.

And among the human faces, there are.

Haiqin, Yu Qing, Yu Yu, Jiang Jing.

The faces he was familiar with were all on that monster.

Looking at this scene, Yao Yan did not change his emotions at all, he 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 method of cracking it?"

"Is not this nonsensical?"

A monster made up of countless strange faces, all of which stared straight at him at the same time:

"Missing body."