The continuous summer rain dissipated, the hazy sky was split by the sun, and warm golden halo light spread throughout the city. Bustling crowds shuttled through the streets, museums and parks open 24 hours a day.
There are already huge crowds of people, and you can see towering skyscrapers, residential areas, business districts, transportation entrances, public activity centers, office belts...
The pain of this city seems to have been smoothed away by an invisible hand.
All the devastation, all the collapse, all the collapse and all the collapse... the memory of that night seems to have completely disappeared from the surface of the city and from everyone's heart.
People live the same lives as they have for hundreds or thousands of days in the past, repeating the same behaviors, jobs, and daily trajectories.
Nothing happened, just like every other time.
Blanc city today.
Another peaceful day...
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now.
On the Great Lawn of Central Park, a group of people were having a picnic around an artificial lake.
The older children were busy making fires, skewering meat, and setting up tents and grills. The younger children were responsible for spreading tablecloths and setting up fruit baskets under the direction of teachers in the welfare home. Several social volunteers wearing blue and white overalls were squatting.
Taking pictures on the side, the flash illuminated everyone's smiling faces, and also illuminated the tops of countless tents, with the golden words "Ilyich Welfare Institute" shining brightly.
"Brother."
In the grove beside the artificial lake, Anton touched Atractylodes macrocephala with his hand.
"what?"
"Everyone seems to be doing something, should we help light the fire?"
"I'm the biggest help if I don't do anything." Bai Zhu waved his hand: "Can you expect a cripple to do anything to save the world? The barbecue place is on a steep slope. If I accidentally roll into the water and drown, who will be the one?
?”
"But……"
"Let's play house together!"
The dusty Mia suddenly jumped out, pulling a dusty little girl, shaking the big lion ears on her head: "I will be the father! Vanina will be the mother! Brother Assyria will be the uncle!"
"What about me?" Anton pointed at himself ignorantly.
"You are a bear brother!"
Anton: "..."
Bai Shu smiled, held on to the newly purchased wheelchair, and turned around.
The memories of everyone in this city had been reset by 2--681 (Real Story Editor) two months ago to the moment when nothing happened.
Not just memory.
Even the damaged buildings, the deeply cracked ground surface, and even some dead people... all reappeared intact.
Everything that happened that night was like a page in a story.
The story has been re-edited.
Everything will come back again...
The warm yellow sunlight passed through the gaps between the tree branches and sprinkled on his hair and fingers. Under the lush canopy, it gave him a long-lost warmth, as if his whole body was immersed in warm water steaming with white smoke.
In these two months.
The foundation has not contacted him.
Whether it was the fleet's over-the-horizon strike, or the nanochip that helped him evade reality editing... Although they seemed to have shown goodwill to Bai Zhu for some inexplicable reason, even though Bai Zhu was very interested in the collections they kept.
But the foundation.
It was as if he had been forgotten on purpose.
Scattered laughter came through clearly.
As time went by, the number of tourists in the Central Park gradually increased, and Bai Shu also smiled. The moment he raised his head, his left eye suddenly lit up.
"What's wrong? Brother Assyria?" Anton lowered his head while holding the wheelchair.
"...It's okay." Bai Zhu showed his white teeth and smiled: "I'm going to walk around in front now."
"Okay, I want to come too! Let's pee together!"
"Go away!"
…
Two minutes later, Baizhu, who was shaking his handwheel, came out of a thorn bush and waved to them gently.
Anton and Mia ran over happily and chattered around Baizhu.
But no one failed to notice that the figure sitting in the wheelchair was so light that it seemed as if it had no weight...
Every cell in the body is in pain, every nerve, and every blood vessel is moaning...
Lund opened his eyes from the darkness.
Weird silver-white metal walls surrounded him, and four tubes that looked like the tentacles of some kind of sea creature protruded from the wall, and the ends clung to his limbs, lifting him into the air.
It seemed like it was about to explode...
"a——fortu (invisible blade)!"
After waking up from his chaotic consciousness, he endured great fear and nausea, bit the tip of his tongue and summoned an invisible weapon.
puff!
The invisible blade slashed hard at the pipe connecting his body, but instead of swinging twice as expected, a row of sparks flew out, and the sharp and harsh collision sound made the tip of the tongue taste bitter.
Thorn - Thorn - Thorn - Thorn -
After several more collisions, but still to no avail, the invisible blade began to cut the pipe back and forth like a saw, and the dull sound of high-speed cutting and collision echoed in this small space.
I don't know how long it took, but after the first pipe that was attached to his left hand was finally sawed open, Lund's body suddenly relaxed, and the dead mana gradually began to surge.
"Is it a magic-forbidden device... What a weird design..."
The re-surging mana brought fresh life energy, filling the body that was on the verge of being broken. Lund breathed a sigh of relief. He tried his best to reach out his left hand, and after dozens of seconds of embarrassing silence, he struggled to spit out a few words.
syllable.
"Type Three Spell - Dumuin's... Corrosive Cloak!"
A torrent of aqua-green energy spurted out from the palm of his left hand, flowing along his body and soon covering his whole body, forming a corrosive coat.
The pipes dissolved little by little in the corrosive coat formed by the torrent of energy, and the surrounding area was filled with the burnt smell of strong acid burning the air. After a few seconds, Lund fell hard from mid-air and fell to the same silver-white metal ground.
"What...is this place?"
He was imprisoned in a 40-square-meter square space, which was evenly divided in length, width, and height from top to bottom, left, and right, revealing a cold, mathematical beauty.
This small cell was also wrapped in silver-white tones, and the reflected cold light was like countless eyes peering maliciously at him and whispering, causing Lund to feel vomiting and a strong dizziness inexplicably.
He choked and staggered towards the door.
The door was opened unexpectedly and easily, and when he came to his senses in a daze, he was already in a silver-white corridor that was out of sight.
"Oh shit!!!"
A shiver spread from his spine to his whole body. The intense fear made Lund lose control of his body for a moment, and his hair was numb as if he was electrocuted.
To the left and right of the endless silver-white corridor are numerous small doors.
The same room as the one where he was imprisoned...
【Devil Mechanics】
[Peer Summoning Machine Components]
【Carbon-Based Thinking Prison】
[Ogham text]
[Usias neurotransformation surgery]
【Phase Weapon】
【Tardard Bear Serum】
【Sensitive organ】
【yi plan】
【Psychic Experiment Reflection Field】
[Infinite Proliferation Formula]
…
Every door was covered with white tapes. Lund looked at the unfamiliar words, and an instinctive fear engulfed him, making him tremble.
He trembled all over and looked behind him. His door was also covered with white braid.
Before Lund, who was in a sluggish state, could recover, a strong and chilling scream sharply interrupted all his thoughts.
A grotesque giant creature, something that looked like a toad, a crow, a mole, a millipede, a vulture, an anaconda, or a piece of rotting human corpses, tearing its face in pain, and its body kept hitting the door.
Lund smelled the smell of burning and rotting. The strange smell that was like a mixture of wax corpses and burnt bones made him dizzy.
The screaming monster also noticed Lunde. It stretched out its hand towards the corridor in pain, exposing the bones of its arm and countless rotten tendons.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
This time it was Lund's turn to scream.
He ran away like a rabbit without looking back.
Countless things on the left and right sides of the corridor were disturbed by him. Some of those creatures or things that couldn't be called were looking at him indifferently with dull eyes, while others were just motionless.
Lund, who was running wildly, did not notice that there were more empty rooms on the left and right sides of the long corridors, and the words "Unfinished" were thoughtfully marked on the strips.
The legs gradually became weak.
When Lund stopped panting and his clothes were soaked with sweat, this silver-white corridor was still extending infinitely.
It seems like there is no end in sight, and it also seems like there will be no end.
"You can run so well, have you considered participating in the Olympics?"
A voice suddenly came from behind.
Lund screamed and jumped up, punching back in panic, but his gums suddenly shook together, as if there was a rainstorm in his mouth.
His eyes suddenly went dark.
"Damn! You won't be beaten to death, right?"
At the last moment when he fainted, he vaguely saw a dark figure muttering, slowly walking over, and giving him a few tentative slaps.
"I...I..."
Lund managed to squeeze out a few syllables from his throat, and then rolled his eyes.
