Chapter 54 I desert

There is a room, no, it is a library at all, which contains a lot of books, stacked into a wall. There are no names on the spine, only numbers. These books may contain important confidential data that I don't know what it is, but I don't want to sink myself in the sea of ​​books for the time being, so I have to give up for the time being and go to another room to read. I wrote down the number E8. I opened the other doors one by one. Behind door 46 is not a room, but a desert.The desert is not a piece, but just a corner. This corner is a collapsed building that is almost in the state of a ruin. The height of this building is only about one foot, and it is in a certain combat zone. Not only bullets are flying, but flesh and blood are flying everywhere.

Although the partners around me resisted stubbornly, the enemy's weapons were fierce, and our people fell one after another, and finally, naturally including me. Then the three-dimensional image of the entire desert battle was repeated from the beginning: the tank was attacked, the soldiers fled into the village, lost contact with the base, the enemy attacked, and finally we all died again. I watched this image over and over again, and the more I watched it, the more I couldn't get involved.It is obvious that this image is taken from the subjective lens of someone, who may be the owner of all the rooms here.

If my reasoning is correct, she may be sitting in a room somewhere, quietly watching my every move. But when I looked up, I couldn't see the CCTV—no, in this weird space, maybe she didn't need something like CCTV to watch me.She can directly feel my every move. I ask for proof. I left here, opened other doors, and saw other different stereoscopic images, some clear, some blurry.The degree of clarity and blur has nothing to do with the distance of time.Because sometimes in the blurry world, people's clothing is more fashionable and the technology products used are relatively new; conversely, in the clear world, people's clothing is almost out of date. In a certain clip, I heard very old Very old song "My Heart Will Go On," and that's not the occasion for nostalgia.That old song was in its own time.

In such a series of three-dimensional images, most of them can see several groups of people interlaced, and they can be seen to grow old with the years. No matter how young and cute a little girl is, she will turn into a sentimental girl, and then into a woman with a bitter smile. Behind door 9C, I saw one of the weirdest images. From a subjective point of view, I watched a pair of hands take out tools and knock a robot to pieces. That was no ordinary robot, but me, no, where I used to be. I watched my mechanical body be destroyed. I couldn't bear to watch this image again, and escaped from the room, feeling a strange feeling in my heart. If it was a human being, it would be vomiting.I recalled how I came to this ghost place.

I was fleeing in Sendai, and sent myself to Hong Kong by courier, and I was going to hand it over to Takeshi Kurosawa of Laiji Noodles, but for some reason, I couldn’t move my whole body, and I went to a room I don’t know where it is , met a strange woman.I came to this place after she seemed to inject me with a virus. I'm pretty sure all the images here belong to the same person, the memory of a woman.Could it be that mysterious woman? If the physical body of the robot is really destroyed, then I have gone to another place now.