In the end, Qianye was happy to leave Chen Lan standing there silently, and then left alone...
Chino keeps stimulating each other with words.
The final result.
It was Chen Lan who repeatedly thought about the meaning of her existence.
Chino knows.
Generally, when someone has this idea, it means that he is at the most confused time...
No matter what result Chen Lan will choose in the end.
That has nothing to do with Chino.
Repeat the same mistakes?
Or do you mean reforming your past?
He won't care about any of this.
Qianye understands that he is just an ordinary person in the end.
He is not qualified to judge what others do.
He can do it.
Just protect yourself and finally leave in peace...
"The passive modifications in the novel panel have not changed."
"My identity is still a golden supporting role."
"Is it because the intention this time was so bad?"
Through the thick white fog.
Qianye went back in the original direction.
He thought about what needed to be done next, gradually sorting it out in his mind.
"Since Xie Aishan is not an NPC."
"Then the main character of the sickly female boss is not her."
"The woman who keeps begging to be killed?"
"But I feel like besides having some mental problems, her role is not as important as Xie Aishan's..."
The graffiti on the surrounding walls had disappeared at some point.
Even Qianye didn't notice it.
This place seemed different from when he first came in.
The ground is very dry.
There is no accumulation of water due to damage to water pipes, resulting in a humid environment...
Voice-activated lights overhead.
The brightness also seems to be higher than before.
"Could it be that hidden thing that's more difficult to deal with than weirdness?"
"It cannot be described, it cannot be listened to, it cannot be looked at..."
"Anyone who has seen it is either dead or crazy."
The soles press against the ground.
Qianye finally arrived at the spot where Yang Yan fell to the ground due to a leg injury.
"This way of describing it."
"Cthulhu?"
He thought silently.
In my mind, I connected the mysterious guy hiding in the dark with a certain word in my memory.
Chino makes writing his bread and butter.
Naturally, we know several main ways of expression of terror.
Except for the most common ghosts.
There are also various expressions such as zombies, zombies, giants, head-dropping, witchcraft, etc.
Most of these things are based on what most people have in mind.
Concrete things constructed for horror...
It's a coincidence.
People will always adopt a "humanoid" posture and change angles to depict various horrors.
These are the examples given above.
They are all products similar to themselves created by people's fear of "people" themselves.
Maybe it's because of this strange psychology.
So they have been popular for a long time after they came out...
certainly.
Compared with these horrors, which are mainly in "humanoid" form.
There are still a lot of horrors.
It is a new grotesque represented by an "indescribable" vocabulary.
It has no shape.
Incomprehensible.
Even if you just take a look at it, it will stimulate the nerves in your brain and become abnormal...
Describe it from the perspective of "god".
Making it even more mysterious...
No, that's not right.
In the true sense, it is described as the "weird god" of the entire world.
It is an intangible communication, a "strange god" that exists at the top and is perfectly restrained for all living things.
It symbolizes infinity, power, and foolishness.
In the end, it even derived from several types of world control.
This kind of thing.
It is now known as "Cthulhu" literature...
during a certain period of time.
There were also waves about it.
Pushed it to the top...
If you just use the background for comparison.
There is no doubt that "Cthulhu" is several levels higher than other horrors.
A setting for "Foolish God".
One is the setting of resentment for "people".
The two generated backgrounds are put together.
There is no comparison at all...
"If this author really used Cthulhu's settings, he would be in trouble."
Qianye frowned slightly.
I was a little worried about the mysterious thing hidden in my heart.
It is the product of some kind of "foolish god"...
In this way.
Then he basically met him once.
You can only escape once by modifying the plot.
The source of the curse or something.
Qianye doesn't think this thing has any effect on that thing...
"Forget it, let's take a look first."
“Maybe it’s the setting that the author himself came up with.”
"Whether there is a Cthulhu worldview, I have no way to change it."
Qianye breathed out a breath.
Slowly bring your mind to a stable position.
Throw away any conjectures in your mind about the existence of "Cthulhu".
He broke through the hazy white fog.
Prepare to take Yang Yan who fell to the ground and leave from this corridor...
"Chino?"
Yang Yan was still sitting on the ground.
Seeing a vague figure appearing in the white mist, I asked uncertainly.
She has been waiting here for a long time.
If you give her a mobile phone.
It is estimated that one trip to Qianye is enough for her to play two games...
"Try to see if you can stand up now."
Qianye's body became clear from blur, and finally stood in front of Yang Yan.
He lowered his gaze.
He glanced at the opponent's ankle, which was sprained and unable to move.
"Ying, it should be... okay?"
Yang Yan tried to move.
However.
The injury on her foot did not heal after more than half an hour.
Instead, it seemed to be more swollen.
After twisting the body hard.
As expected, she moaned softly in pain as her ankle was pulled...
"I can't get up." Yang Yan pursed her lips.
"I see it."
"How about you wait for me a little longer? I think I should be able to stand up after a while."
Yang Yan tried to plead with Qianye.
"There's not much time, I'm not sure if there's anything else in here..." Qianye murmured to himself.
He hesitated.
There seemed to be something going on in his head.
moment.
He half-crouched down with his back to Yang Yan, and raised the corners of his mouth upward.
"Forget it, come up."
"Aha?"
"I'll carry you first."
Chino's tone seemed like he didn't feel anything wrong with it.
On the surface.
He seemed to be more worried about whether Yang Yan's weight would embarrass him, so he pulled out the ax with his right hand and held it tightly in his hand...
Yang Yan originally wanted to say something else.
But she took one look at Qianye's serious look and thought that now was not the time to focus on these important points.
Finally, he swallowed the words on his lips.
He slowly raised his two hands and placed them on Qianye's shoulders.
"One, two, three, get up..."
Qianye muttered a mantra of unknown meaning.
He carried Yang Yan on his back.
Then walk towards the stairwell at the end of the corridor.
He wastes too much time here.
Since Chen Lan's final goal is just to find her own replacement.
Then he just needs to leave now...
Chino: Is it useful to get a charter letter?
There is no need to find the Chen Lan who entered here at the same time as them.
"Qianye, were you... okay just now?"
The two of them walked quietly in the corridor.
Yang Yan behind Qian Ye seemed to be looking for something to say to liven up the atmosphere.
"If something happens, can I still come back?"
Chino spoke in the same way of retorting.
Only then did he notice.
The scene around me seems to be a little strange...
"Oh, that's good..." Yang Yan whispered behind him.
"Hey, do you remember that there seemed to be graffiti on the wall before?"
Qianye raised the topic and motioned for Yang Yan to look at the wall.
"Graffiti?" Yang Yan glanced at the gray and black wall beside her, feeling that the memory in her mind seemed a little blurry.
"It seems there is, I don't remember clearly."
She answered without confidence.
Qianye was silent.
My mind slowly pondered the strange things around me.
that's all.
The two took a few steps forward...
"What about the ground? Is it always this dry?"
Qianye asked again.
"Is it dry..." Yang Yan frowned.
To be honest.
Whether there is graffiti on the wall.
It still makes sense if she can't remember clearly.
After all, in this thick white mist, it was normal not to focus on the wall.
But the ground.
She had been sitting because of a foot injury.
Now after Qianye asked the question, she actually felt a little fuzzy in her mind and couldn't recall what it was like.
"I can't remember clearly, I feel very fuzzy."
So she said.
At the same time, like Qianye, he also noticed something strange in his heart.
"I forgot too."
Qianye said something.
He turned his head and glanced at the hazy place behind him, and then at the end in front of him, which he could reach in about two minutes' walk.
A hint of uneasiness slowly rose in my heart.
"Can you hold me tighter? I'm going to run away."
Qianye, who was worried about what accident would happen next, reminded Yang Yan behind her.
"Ah, okay."
After getting Yang Yan's answer.
He took a sudden breath and held it in his lungs.
Then he ran towards the end of the corridor at a slightly faster speed than before!
White mist kept passing through Qianye's sight.
The uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious.
I can't say what the reason is, I can only tell by feeling, as if something is about to appear...
"The novel panel has not been updated yet."
"What on earth is this weird feeling..."
Qianye turned off his panel.
Since he didn't get any information from it, he could only take Yang Yan out of this place first.
Gradually.
Slowly.
The familiar staircase appeared in his eyes.
It is cast on the outside of the house with mottled rust and has become too old due to long-term rain erosion...
He still carried Yang Yan and came here smoothly.
There were no surprises in the middle.
It was as if the uneasiness in his heart was just because he was too sensitive and had the opposite effect on himself.
"arrive?"
Qianye stood at the top of the stairs.
Although the white mist disappeared as soon as they walked out of the corridor.
But he still felt like something was wrong.
I couldn't tell for a while.
Qianye looked around cautiously from left to right.
I didn't find any other weird places...
But.
The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.
As a result, he did not dare to act rashly.
He had to carry Yang Yan on his back and stand quietly at the stairs, not going downstairs immediately.
"Where...are we going now?"
Seeing Qianye stop, Yang Yan asked him with some doubts.
"Let me think about it."
Chino answered.
The sky seemed to be about to rain, gloomy dark clouds pressed tightly overhead, and the air became very muggy.
The factory, which seemed to have no living people, seemed particularly silent at this time.
Insects ducked and flew through the trees.
The sand and stones were slowly blown in one direction by the slight wind...
Stagnant water next to an old tree.
Reflecting the entire oppressive sky.
In hesitation.
Qianye still tried to take two steps down...
The stair slabs made of iron under his feet made a dull sound when he stepped on them.
Yang Yan seemed to notice something.
She also chose to keep her mouth shut and didn't speak...
But after Qianye successfully walked down the stairwell with Yang Yan on his back, he seemed to have discovered something strange in his heart, what it was.
"It's so quiet, where are the workers?"
He looked around again.
Yes.
When Qianye and Yang Yan came out of the corridor again, what was different outside was that they seemed to have lost the vitality that the factory should have had.
There were no large swaths of workers in blue overalls passing by.
There is a place for food stalls.
There is no longer the appearance of people queuing up to get their meals...
The stall owner is missing.
The workers are also missing.
They seemed to have evaporated and disappeared from this world...
To make this originally noisy factory.
It became too dead...
"Q-Qianye!"
at this time.
Yang Yan behind her suddenly shouted to Qianye in a panic, she seemed to have discovered something.
"What's wrong?" Qianye asked.
"Me, my feet!"
Yang Yan was very flustered.
Even her movements on Qianye's back were not quiet at all.
It was as if he had seen something extremely scary.
She twisted her body desperately.
Qianye, who was carrying her on his back, felt very uncomfortable...
but.
It's uncomfortable to be uncomfortable.
Qianye still followed what Yang Yan said and looked at her feet.
In sight.
He only saw Yang Yan's feet, which started to slowly disappear without knowing when...
Now Yang Yan's position from toes to ankles.
Has disappeared without a trace.
At a glance.
It looks like what was left after being cut flat by something...
"What's going on?"
Qian Ye took advantage of the situation and put Yang Yan down, and then carefully observed the other party's situation.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, I don't feel anything...I can't feel my feet!"
Yang Yan grabbed the original position of her feet with her hands, but only caught a ball of air.
The soles of her feet.
It seems to have disappeared for some reason...
"Is it because of a sprain?"
Qian Zhizhong was speculating about it.
But he immediately threw away this guess.
because.
Except for the soles of Yang Yan’s feet, she was missing.
Her lower legs are also disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye...
It's like being a character in a pencil drawing.
Being bitten bit by bit with a rubber.
I want to paint her whole body from bottom to top...
"what to do?"
"I'm disappearing..."
Yang Yan had no choice.
He had no choice but to raise his head and look at Qianye, hoping that the other party would have any ideas.