[Here I am, the number of times is related to death. Each time you die, you will lose your previous memories, including your own memory, and at the same time deepen the connection (doubtful). There are enemies]
Lu Li quietly watched the oil lamp dimly illuminating the words written in the same handwriting as his own, and then stopped abruptly.
Three pieces of paper were placed on the table covered with dust and shoe marks.
Confirming that it was not a trap, Lu Li approached the table, his black eyes paused at the messy but familiar shoe prints on the table, and picked up three pieces of paper.
The first note was indecipherable and unintelligible. The second and third notes were his notes and his voice.
Combining the third and fourth notes with the folded notes in the palm of my hand, I vaguely pieced together the truth: This is a filthy sewer, one of the forbidden places. Death will not really die, but every time you die, you will forget your memories - including the original one.
memory.
This is not good news, because people will not realize what they are missing, including Lu Li himself.
Land of Light, Anne, Andrea...
Important memories are still in my mind, but are there equally important memories that have been lost?
The traces of the house and the footprints on the ceiling and floor proved the authenticity of the note. However, Lu Li still followed the footprints and went to the second floor and the window to confirm the clues.
A few minutes later, Lu Li returned to the living room.
The merchant Anthony who summoned him last confirmed that this was the fifth time Lu Li had summoned it.
Four pieces of paper were placed on the dining table at the moment. Assuming these were true, Lu Li reasoned about his previous situations: because death would deepen his connection with the rotten sewers, the previous two times he appeared on the ceiling as an outsider, leaving behind an indescribable
An identifiable note. After two "deaths", the third time that deepened the connection, I no longer reversed myself, leaving a second identifiable note.
Then Lu Li appeared for the fourth time, leaving a third note and following his footsteps last time.
At the same time, he also left a last note in the palm of his hand for Lu Li.
Maybe it's very close to the truth, but there are still questions -
For example, why did I die in the first two times: did I learn the truth? Or was I in danger?
Lu Li remembered the last reminder "enemy". In any case, the house with the wooden sign that killed Lu Li twice was not suitable to be near, and the nearby houses below it were no longer safe.
Leaving behind four notes, Lu Li left the place where he would appear every time he died and approached the adjacent house with the upstairs window open.
Squeak——
The sound of the door opening disturbed the quietness of the house, the dim light of the oil lamp came into the living room, and the dark shadow on the stairs flashed away.
Susu——
Ceiling gaps, dust spilled.
Lifting the oil lamp, Lu Li stepped into the dark living room, picked up the stomach bag with his slender fingers, took the guardian potion and the visible potion, and stepped onto the wooden stairs.
The transparent silk thread was pulled up on the handrail and was triggered as Lu Li passed by.
Danglang——Danglang——
Empty jars fell and rolled down the stairs with echoes in the empty house.
Lu Li's dark eyes turned away from the empty jar rolled to the first floor, and he raised his eyes to look at the long corridor on the stairs.
There were also frightened cries from deep inside.
"I know you are there! We are not enemies, this is the competition, the top ten competition, we are all players! Giant Tree Academy...Knights...Church...This is not in the wilderness. Killing is meaningless!"
"Do you know what's going on?" Lu Li said at this time.
And the shouts from deep in the corridor continued.
"I know you are there! We are not enemies, this is the competition, the top ten competition, we are all players! Giant Tree Academy...Knights...Church...This is not in the wilderness. Killing is meaningless!"
The voice repeated the same sentence.
Yelling to himself, Lu Li continued upward and touched the second empty can device.
"Don't come up again! Stop!"
Amidst the sound of clanging and rolling, the shouting turned into a scream: "Don't try to talk to me, I can't remember, you died too many times!"
Lu Li stopped and realized the deeper meaning of his words: "I don't understand."
"...I know you are there! We are not enemies, this is a competition..."
The shout is reset again.
Lu Li, who had already noticed some key points, waited patiently and quietly, waiting for the shouts to continue.
"Don't try to talk to me either, I can't remember... you have died too many times and have become part of the rotten sewers just like those residents... don't ask! If you are listening, knock down the jar and tell me!"
Lu Li lowered his eyes and looked at the guardrail at his feet, reaching out to empty the empty can.
Danglang——Danglang——
Empty cans rolled down the steps one by one, and shouts came from deep in the corridor: "Very good... you can communicate... great... great. What do you want to know? Wait, don't talk to me! I
Guess you don’t know who you are? Don’t know why you are here? You are a player, a player in the Triwizard Tournament... We are in the competition, this is a forbidden area..."
While shouting to supplement the missing information, Lu Li on the stairs recorded the clues. If he had the sixth time, he would be able to avoid confusion to the greatest extent.
"...Every time you die, your connection with this place deepens, from standing upside down on the ceiling to never understanding the language...The evidence is that you are no longer upside down, and you have the power of forgetfulness! Yes...the power of forgetfulness...you
It's like an unknowable abyss, we can't hear anything wrong, you're not in our memory, you just think the real world doesn't exist..."
The voice gradually became incoherent, but it was enough for Lu Li to understand.
"Leave... please leave... I will remember you, and when I get out, I will tell them to save you... Please go..."
When Lu Li was deep in thought, the parchment in his inner pocket began to feel warm.
"Lu Li...this is a fork in the road..."
At this time, Will Ken whispered intermittently in his mind: "The cursed title of the rotten sewer... is approaching."
"Because of forgetting?"
"Yes...the more you forget...the closer you get to it."
"How should I leave."
"Getting the cursed title... that's also the exit... remember... don't get lost in killing... remember."
Lu Li didn't ask how to get the cursed title, because the answer was right in front of him: death.
"Believe Will..."
Will Ken's old voice faded, and Lu Li calmly took out the white pills from his stomach bag.
After confirming that there was nothing missing in the note and that it was enough for him to know the truth, Lu Li swallowed the pill——
"are you still there?"
The sounds deep in the corridor faded away as Lu Li lost consciousness...
Not long after Lu Li's figure disappeared down the stairs.
A terrible biting chill descended on the house.
As if footsteps sounded, I walked into the living room, stepped onto the stairs, and climbed to the second floor.
There was no one in the depths of the empty corridor.
…
Deep in the mist shrouded in darkness.
The dim oil lamp gradually lights up, dispelling the darkness, and a figure holding an oil lamp emerges.
The dusk spreads outward, revealing more things hidden in the darkness.
Lu Li raised the oil lamp and saw in front of him an old living room that had been neglected for a long time. A ceiling fan hung from the ceiling, untied dishes and spoons were thrown on the dining table, and the windows were covered with gauze-like dust.
