At the moment when Wang He finished speaking, the robotic neck suddenly stretched out two metal folding brackets that were originally cleverly hidden.

On the bracket are two silver mirror sensors flashing with blue light.

They leaned towards Wang He at the same time.

Its smooth surface completely reflects Wang He's figure.

Wang He was attracted by it and moved his gaze.

Then, under the faint blue light, he saw his own projection and the pair of eyes that should have been his own.

But in the shadow, his eyes were filled with surprise and fear.

That he seemed to have seen something indescribable and unreasonable.

The next moment, Wang He's back felt cold.

A thought that made him creepy suddenly emerged:

It felt like something was in his head.

He was peeking at everything from inside without leaving any omissions.

With this strange feeling, Wang He heard a voice.

That was the response of the city AI to his unauthorized naming: "What is your choice? We don't have the necessity to interfere. But there are three things you need to remember: Don't treat us as human beings, and don't hope to get any benefits beyond the rules from us. In the end, of course you will get 'pain'."

After making the above remarks, the AI, named "pain" by Wang He, seemed to be "banned":

No matter what Wang He does, it seems to not exist.

Except for the blue sensor light that still flashes, everything seems to be in termination.

Wang He had to stop.

No matter how he tried, provoked, or tried to pull and destroy the metal bracket and sensor, the ending was the same.

It's meaningless.

His language failed to have an effect on empty machinery.

The power and technology of his body are not enough to distort and destroy a mechanical incarnation that is beyond the ages.

He is like an excellent actor who performs pantomime, showing all his talents with all his might and vividly interpreting the ideas that the script wants to convey.

However, there was no audience except himself.

Even if he wanted to recite the meaning of pantomime bluntly, no one would give him a response.

The stage is empty.

On the premise, he had already lost.

The other party was like he understood his mind and gave him the best punishment - silence, who was trying to obtain information.

But, in this mobile car that is sealed around, like a steel prison, "silence" is like a just right catalyst.

It instantly fueled the depression negative emotions in prison.

It’s like a dyeing vat, you will inevitably be affected when you are in it.

have no choice.

inability.

At a loss.

From the silence, the only thing Wang He can obtain is nothingness.

After spending a long, unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt isolated by the world.

It makes no sense to say anything, not say anything.

Noisy or calm, either makes no sense.

His body and spirit could not be afforded any more.

I saw him sitting on the ground, his head tilted, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

After waking up, his spirit recovered a lot.

But the vehicles were still moving around. On the cold machinery, the blue light was still flashing.

Then, it was the same as before.

"It" observes your loneliness silently, but never appears.

"It" listens to your shout silently, but never responds.

In the secret room that cannot be escaped, what awaits him is a destined ending.

Wang He couldn't bear the body and spirit again and fell asleep again.

After waking up for the second time, the surrounding scenery did not change at all.

Then, it was the third, fourth... the twenty and fifty times.

Reality has been repeating numbly.

Strangely, Wang He didn't feel hungry, but only felt sleepy that kept coming.

Wang He thought about this.

After realizing this, every time he wakes up, he counts in his notebook.

The other party did not clean up his backpack and personal belongings, which became Wang He's way to count in this "non-real world".

Of course, every time you wake up and every increase in numbers means a new torture.

He was swallowed silently by loneliness, defeated by mercy, and could not sleep actively. He would fall asleep again only when he could not hold on.

Since one time, Wang He has stopped acting, but has lying or sitting, as if he is constantly thinking about something.

Just repeating it.

Once, when he woke up and opened the notebook that fell to the ground, the count of which had reached a total of one hundred times.

This is a symbolic triple digit.

However, if it is repeated again and cannot escape, it will become an ordinary and meaningless "one of the three-digit numbers".

This stacked, constantly accumulating psychological pressure and loneliness and helpless dilemma are the biggest threat to this dreamlike world.

Wang He thought about it and decided to end this repetitive fate now.

He was sure of this, but some experiments were not completed, so he has been delayed until now.

In the previous ninety-nine repetitions, he had already obtained the key to pass the level.

He has exhausted his knowledge and memory and made good use of these things.

And the key is exactly what he once had.

It is the "law of time - the time corridor" that understands the past and explores memory.

It is a part of the laws he once mastered that he could not have used.

The so-called time corridor means diving deep, exploring, and obtaining all the individual's memories at a moment of stillness.

Among them, the exploration itself will not be calculated in time. Because the truth in memory is like established data and will not change.

Therefore, the process of exploration can be infinite. This infinity will inevitably be accompanied by loneliness, which is similar to Wang He's current dilemma.

Wang He has been single many times, and in a huge amount of memory, he salvaged what he wanted.

It is like exploring the huge fate of managers as if they were personally experienced.

Even in the realm of the law of fate, he has experienced immeasurable years and time.

He is not afraid of loneliness.

Such memories, such truths, are engraved in his soul.

And the laws of another world he acquired were also imprinted in his soul.

It is like a huge treasure of memory, buried in his sea of ​​consciousness. It has never changed or shifted.

As long as the framework of this world still has the same law of time.

As long as the framework of this world still has the same law of destiny.

Then when Wang He digs out the memory of the law, he will be able to regain the corresponding power.

At least in the same spiritual world, these existences, which are also memory, can be presented without a certain rule.

Therefore, when Wang He was as accustomed to trying to use the "Law of Time - Time Corridor" in this upside-down and repeated world for the first time, he successfully learned the rules of this world.

"Power: Heir. Have the authority to use the skills, bloodlines, laws and other abilities that you have obtained in the same frame in the immaterial world, such as the fantasy world, the fictional world, the spiritual world."

Wang He looked at a new message on his panel, and quickly, cautiously, and unhinderedly summoned the white law of fate dagger in this world.

Then, he easily and neatly cut off the rope of fate that he had connected to the robot.

"C-12, lonely hell, escape. Progress: 100/10000." City AI received such an unreasonable, warning-like red prompt message.

Even if it is, I have to wonder if there is a bug.

"My friend, it's been a long time no see! You are still alive!" Wang He resumed his activity. He looked at the robotic figure that was folding and retracting the metal bracket and sensor, and shouted in surprise.

There is no information about "successor" in his current panel.
Chapter completed!