Doomsday Wonderland

It may not be modest to say this, but Ji Shanqing has always believed that there are probably not too many people in this world who are smarter than himself and Qing Jiuli - two people with such brains are now trapped together in a stone wall full of mysteries. In the meantime, it is really a surprising and unpleasant thing that I have not been able to solve the problem and find an opportunity to leave until now.

What's more, Ji Shanqing could only focus half of his thoughts on the stone wall in front of him at the moment; the other half of himself had long since become a mental patient, only spinning around in dark corners, hitting the wall, and mumbling. Calling sister... The longer time passes, the stronger and bigger the mental patient's presence seems to be.

"Hey, focus a little bit,"

Qing Jiuliu snapped his fingers in front of him to regain his consciousness. "If you don't get out of here first, how can you find your sister?"

"Why is there no sister in the next picture?" Ji Shanqing was unbearably anxious. Even though he knew that what he said was reasonable, he still asked in a bad tone: "If you just want to distract me, then why not?" Wouldn’t it be more effective to show a few pictures of her getting into trouble?”

"Then you have to ask the owner of the stone wall why he didn't do this anymore." Qingjiuru paused and said, "Maybe it's just to torture you like this."

Ji Shanqing kicked the stone wall hard; then he bent over, hugging his aching legs and feet, and transformed into a shrimp for a few seconds.

"In short, it seems that you are right." Qingjiuru crossed his arms, his expression and tone were not good. "These wall paintings are not only a description of reality, but also a warning for the future, and they may also be a curse... The three properties are mixed together, and can even appear in the same painting at the same time, and can also make different people feel different at different times. I saw different contents in it...it was a complete mess, and it was even more difficult for people to start.”

What Ji Shanqing saw as "Qing Jiuliu scratched the wall with a knife" was a description of reality - and this description was modified by himself based on the development of events over time.

This is not a big deal; what is really troublesome is the other two properties.

When the two of them didn't communicate a word, Ji Shanqing threw an investigative prop on the false road. Unexpectedly, after throwing it out, he turned around and discovered that the action he had just made and the appearance of the investigative prop were... They have all been carved into the stone wall paintings early on.

Is it a warning or a curse?

"In the few seconds before I made a decision, you had already seen what I was about to do." Ji Shanqing turned the egg-like investigative tool in his hand a few times and said, "I don't understand ...If the owner of the stone wall could see part of the future, why didn't he lay a trap for us silently for that part of the future? At present, even if there are any traps, they are all shown in the painting, and instead they become a This kind of warning has saved us from disaster...Doesn't he also have control over the content?"

"You ask me, who am I asking," Qingjiuru seemed to be very unaccustomed to this situation where his IQ was insufficient, "Aren't you a data body? Why don't you know how to crack this thing?"

"All my data is in my main body! Besides, my main body may not have information about the abilities of the master of the stone wall... Don't forget, he is probably the newly split personality of Orcius."

"Then...haven't you always been smart? Think about it again." Looking at Jiu Liu's expression, it seemed as if he was planning to hand over all the burden to Ji Shanqing.

"I've been thinking about it." Ji Shanqing was really annoyed by him. He even forgot a little bit about the annoyance and discomfort caused by Lin Sanjiu: "Besides, I've been worried about my sister and it's hard to concentrate... …You’re not stupid either, what’s your excuse for not being able to figure it out?”

Kiyokuru said matter-of-factly: "Drinking damages brain cells."

Such bickering is just a waste of time, Ji Shanqing thought almost desperately.

Qingjiuru seemed to be a little discouraged, and his eyes scanned the wall paintings again - even though it was a useless effort.

They had just discovered that if they read all the wall paintings in one go instead of comparing them one by one in order, they would not be able to remember what was painted on the wall paintings as soon as they looked away.

For example, in the seventeenth painting, two people are talking to each other while looking at the egg-like investigative props, which is the same as the reality just now; but if you start looking all the way down from here, you can look at two or three in one go. If there are ten paintings, not even a single impression can be left in my mind - it seems that time has not passed yet, so it is useless to look at them.

At first glance, it seems that the pictures are densely packed, and they continue until the 40th and 50th numbers; however, these pictures are no different from the "future". When the time comes, no one can really "see" the content of the pictures, and no one knows what will happen. .

"Show me that prop of yours again," Qingjiuliu stretched out a hand towards Ji Shanqing.

Rows of text were displayed on the egg-sized prop screen. "The effect of evolutionary ability is detected... The accuracy creates a problem-breaking copy-like dilemma, the duration is unknown, and the danger is high..."

"Nothing helpful," he sighed, as if he thought another look would reveal something new. "Except for knowing that there is an Evolutionary behind Stonewall, the rest is bullshit."

"We can sort out all the clues we know so far," Ji Shanqing said with a straight face. "Perhaps after listing the characteristics, the 'pattern' of this ability will emerge."

Although they were very reluctant, when the two began to sort out the clues, they discovered that this scene had already been painted in the eighteenth and nineteenth paintings.

"The wall painting contains a curse for us, and it is also a warning for the future," Ji Shanqing spoke first.

"The description of 'now' will change due to changes in our actions." Qingjiuru added. UU reading www. uukanshu.net

“The content will be different depending on the people you meet,” Ji Shanqing said.

"The wall paintings seem to move forward with our time stream."

They didn't need paper and pen. Each one of them listed out the clues after meeting the stone wall in chronological order. However, these clues were one to the east and one to the west. Each of them had something worth digging into, and it seemed that they all meant something. There were hundreds of different possibilities, but several times they gradually deviated from the topic and turned into a discussion of clues.

For example, the clue "Some content will become reality, and some content will not" appears together with the shadow cast on the wall in the twentieth painting, and it is a scene that both people can see - —After a series of avoidance, warnings and false alarms, they finally picked up the matter of "organizing clues" again.

"The content of the wall paintings in the future cannot be seen," Qingjiuru said listlessly, and there was a sudden pause at the end.

This meal made Ji Shanqing's heart skip a beat; he raised his eyes and looked at the other party. Perhaps due to stress and irritability, Kiyokuru looked a little pale.

He hoped that the "pattern" would emerge from the clues, but they never found it because the clues were too complicated and there was no inherent pattern to follow... But it's not like nothing emerged, right?

Qingjiuru half-opened his mouth, wondering if he was thinking of the same place as him.

Then, Ji Shanqing said slowly: "According to my props, the duration of this ability's effect is... unknown."

The two were silent for a while, and Qingjiuru asked abruptly: "You are a data body. Tell me, what time is it now?"

Ji Shanqing thought for a while and felt as if a black hole had opened in his body, and his heart was falling straight down.

"...We were fooled," he said in a dry voice.