Alice's Dream Club

Lynch is not the kind of person who is easily fooled by words, but when he learned that Alice was also thinking about extended thinking related to his identity, he suddenly felt that what his employees usually said was very correct.

——Always think too much.

"Actually, I think half-immortal, you should at least think about yourself." Mu Xinyi got up and helped Alice clean up the dishes, "Not to mention anything else, at least you have to be respectful of the 'exquisite self-interest you set for yourself at the beginning. Doctrine' setting is responsible, right?"

"I think……"

"Don't talk about fallacies," Alice sighed. "Aside from giving the impression of being a tool man, what else do you have left?"

After thinking about it for a moment, the Second King took the lead and said with a smile: "Bitch?"

Since I wanted to say the same thing, II's forehead and Lynch's fingers were spared.

"Generally speaking, you are now the link between Death Song and the goddess, and you are also the existence designated by the goddess to awaken. All the arrangements on the side of the second are now pointing to you, and now you are still honest Go and think about the way to meet the goddess hidden in yourself."

Mu Xinyi took advantage of the situation and blasted Lynch out of the kitchen.

Although she meant to let Lynch think quietly by himself, Lynch still had a redundant feeling that he was in the way of their affairs in the kitchen.

Forget it, anyway, it wasn't a day or two since they were disgusted by them, Lynch wobbled back to his bedroom.

Lying on the bed and sorting out the information he just got, and coming to the same conclusion as Mu Xinyi, he began to think about possible factors about himself.

If the root cause is in oneself, then the trigger point of the incident must be at a certain moment in the past twenty years of life.

He began to push back from this moment to the life memories that he could remember in his brain. In order to ensure that he could get more comprehensive information without missing details, Lynch chose deep self-retrospection.

The method of entering deep tracing is very friendly to the people, but Lynch does not recommend imitating this kind of theoretically qualitative and dangerous behavior.

—he shot himself in the heart.

Some news has spread rumors, collected some near-death experiences and then described hell or heaven, the world that dying people can see.

The news clarifies that the news is a rumor, but some scholars really go to find someone to test it in a hurry, trying to see what kind of picture a person can see when they are dying.

Lynch wasn't too sure if what the volunteers saw was real, and he wasn't sure if the soul really had 24 grams, but he had died so many times, and based on his personal experience, he could be sure that there was indeed such a scene as a carousel.

He committed suicide in order to find these details hidden inside the memory tissue.

Regress from now to becoming the owner of the club, from entering the job to my own student days, just like this, using repeated suicide methods to prolong the time when I am near death, and then get as many pictures as possible.

Fortunately, the screens seen every time you die will not be repeated too much. In this way, theoretically, you can finish the memory bank by emptying thirty or so magazines.

But sad, or sad, some history of shame that is selectively forgotten, will also follow.

For a part of the time, it is not so much a search for memory with the dying, it is better to look back on the history of shame.

Lynch doesn't know what it feels like to go to heaven, but going to hell is definitely not as painful as the current review.

So fucking embarrassing!

Just imagine, a person who was about to lose his braids, and then the revolving door started to flicker, all of which were the history that he wanted to be forgotten in the second year of middle school. This is simply tied to the pillar of shame and someone uses an oil-based pen Write them one by one, or just write them without messing with you.

Fortunately, Lynch was thick-skinned, so he just threw it away when he couldn't afford it.

After a terrible torment, he finally went back to his childhood age.

When he was a child, he corresponded to the truth that Alice had confessed: the two had known each other since childhood.

It's just that unlike what Alice said, Alice also looks like a child, as if she grew up with him.

There were laughter and conflicts between the two. The biggest conflict was that Lynch snatched a lollipop from Alice's mouth.

The effect of resurrection pulls Lynch from this picture to reality.

Lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling, Lynch frowned slightly, and then shot himself again.

Miraculously, the retrograde memory images were linked.

This time it was earlier, and he also saw Alice who was almost identical to the current version.

She handed over an infant baby to her deceased parents. In her eyes, some were full of deep reluctance, but there was also an indescribable strangeness, like longing, but also like someone else. some kind of emotion.

And the baby in the swaddle was himself.

Here, Lynch regained consciousness.

He sat up in a daze for a long time, and finally wiped honey on his small mouth, and his mouth was fragrant.

"What the hell...don't..."

In order to confirm his thoughts, Lynch continued to shoot at himself.

It was also this shot that made him see an even more horrifying scene.

It was a picture of the world collapsing: the earth crumbled and tore, the sky cracked and fell, and the endless nothingness eroded everything seen, as if the world was distorted by some force, and then destroyed like a discarded toy.

In the vicinity of the line of sight is a gigantic device, in which there is a baby being conceived, an invisible barrier is resisting the collapse of the world, and a woman is also walking towards the huge breeding machine at this moment.

With the appearance of the woman, Lynch's vision gradually became bloody.

The bloody interference prevented Lynch from seeing what the woman had done to the device. He could only see her blurred back and gradually lost his "vision".

Suddenly, Lynch woke up.

"...Fuck it, don't you really have a previous life?"

Whether or not Alice is his "mother" has not yet been determined, but such a scene happened suddenly, which made Lynch, who was already very confused about the information brought by the memory screen, even more confused.

Who is that woman?

Is that baby really me?

Does this last perspective also have something to do with yourself?

With all kinds of doubts, Lynch shot himself again.

It was also this shot that made Lynch enter a world of nothingness.

Here, Lynch can't see any existence, and all known concepts don't exist, time, space, vector, definition, law... etc., there is nothing, there is nothing but nothingness.

Lynch didn't know whether he was moving forward or backward, and he couldn't get any useful information. He was "drifting" in this nothingness, couldn't feel the signs of awakening, and couldn't distinguish his own existence.

"Have you run out of life reserves?"

Lynch thought so.

Indeed, when people suddenly enter this state, people will fall into endless fear, and he is of course no exception.

But the fear of this situation and this scene has no meaning, and he has no such emotion at all, and his state of mind is abnormally calm.

He knows it's extremely abnormal to be so normal, but you say he has no way to be calm, he doesn't have a body, he can't see any concepts, he can't do anything except use his consciousness to wander around in this shit place !

Oh, whether it is consciousness now, whether I am floating or not is still to be determined.

Lynch doesn't know how long he has stayed here, the lack of concept has damaged his cognition, if there is time here, at least he can...

Um! ?

Just when this idea came out, the concept of time flooded into the "mind", and the concept of time was around, and the time information passed through its "body" like a long river.

"Fuck...fuck...?"

"Then... I want a concept of space?"

With the thought, the concept of space also returned to perception, and the originally empty nothingness became a defined time and space. Although it was just a simple space and time, it was enough to make him scream.

Even if it can only be shouted in the "brain".

"Mom!"

As soon as he finished calling Lynch, he stopped his messy thoughts, especially calling his mother.

If there is an extra mother out of thin air, wouldn't it be a ghost!

Time and space have become the established existence of concepts and information. Lynch is not in a hurry to test other things, but tries to continue to come up with some simple things.

For example: "Let there be light."

"Master, are you awake?"

At the same time that the light came into sight, Alice's voice came to his ears.

He suddenly looked at the source of the sound, just in time to see Alice walking towards him.

For the first time, what Lynch thought of was not asking how long he had been "sleeping", but to prove through various details that he was not entering some kind of reset-like cycle at this time.

Generally speaking, the cycle is still...

"What strange things are you thinking about again?" Alice sighed softly, "Forget it, you go down first, I will replace the sheets, mattresses and beds that you committed suicide more than 700 times..."

At that time, the worries in Lynch's heart disappeared.

It seems that it is not a loop expansion.

"Did you have some kind of nightmare?"

Lifting Lynch to the ground, Alice began to remove the bed set that had become a sieve.

"I don't know if it's a nightmare, but how long have I slept?"

"Strictly speaking, I committed suicide for about six hours. You made all of us unable to sleep a night."

Nodding clearly, Lynch told Alice all the memories he recalled.

When hearing Lynch's dark history, Alice was trembling all over - she couldn't hold back her laughter.

But when she heard the information about the appearance of the same age in her childhood, Alice turned around suddenly and stared at Lynch.

"Have you ever done such a wicked thing!?"

Sitting on the grand teacher's chair beside him, Lynch calmed down with overnight tea.

"Don't always follow me in your focus. The focus is on your image. This is somewhat different from what you told me."

"It's normal to have discrepancies." Alice looked at it calmly. "After all, my memory is not much better than fish. Maybe I remembered it wrong."

"What's next?"

Described to Alice the picture of her suspected baby being handed over to someone else, and as expected, Alice showed a surprised expression.

"...The master is my son?"

Lynch: "..."

Grass! This girl really learned from herself!