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The memories that emerged from the depths of my mind were very unfamiliar. If the characters in the memory fragments didn't look exactly like me, I would hardly believe that this was something I had experienced before.

The aperture of my heart was opened, and the nine locks were broken. I sorted out the broken pictures in my mind, and it took a lot of effort to piece them together into three dynamic pictures.

In the first picture, I stood facing the statue of a god in a dark dungeon.

The face of the statue in the picture is blurred and cannot be seen clearly. It gives me a different feeling from the double-faced Buddha statue, and it is more primitive and vicissitudes of life.

The dungeon was dark, and the only source of light came from the oil lamp placed in front of the statue.

The lights flickered, and in my memory I seemed to be waiting for someone, dressed casually and ordinary, wearing a paper mask.

It looked like he was being imprisoned.

I looked calm and composed in the picture, as if I was saying something to the statue, but it was too blurry and I could only hear one sentence clearly.

"Failed again..."

After saying this, I walked up to the statue and took out a mirror from my clothes.

It's a very ordinary mirror, but it gives me an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The first scene ended abruptly, and I was a little confused.

"Failed? Why do you say it failed again? Have you tried it before, but it didn't change the outcome?" I closed my eyes and pondered, and finally remembered the mirror in my hand.

It's really familiar. I should have seen the mirror surface and material somewhere.

I reached into my arms and took out a broken lens wrapped in soft cloth.

"Yes, this is the mirror." They are ordinary mirrors. They have no special characteristics to outsiders, but they have a very different meaning to me, because these broken mirror fragments can reflect any person or scene. But I can’t take a photo of myself.

"In the memory fragment, the mirror I took out last should be related to this fragment." They may have been a whole a long time ago, but due to various reasons, they were eventually broken.

I solemnly put away the mirror fragments. I had a vague guess in my mind, but there is no way to prove it yet. I have to collect all the mirror fragments.

"Mirrors often appear in my live broadcasts. This thing is between reality and reality, as if it communicates with another world. If the mirror cannot reflect me, does it mean that I am from the mirror?" Shaking my head and smiling, I stopped thinking and concentrated. Try to watch the second memory picture.

Different from the first dull scene, in the second memory, I seemed to be chasing someone, running wildly in the distorted city, and the scenery on both sides retreated rapidly.

"This seems to be in a deep dream!" Various strange-shaped buildings, walls soaked with human-shaped water stains, "thoughts" escaping in haste floated in the sky from time to time, and street lamps with strange shapes.

"I've been here! This is the unlit road in the deep dreamland!" My eyes widened, and I could hardly believe that I had been to the deep dreamland a long time ago.

The endless chase took a long time to end. The target I was chasing and running away turned out to be a woman wearing a long skirt.

"Little A?"

Everything in my memory surprised me: "That woman who is like a queen and dominates part of the dream time is actually being chased by me and running away?"

Little A in the memory fragment is also wearing a paper mask. She is wearing the iconic variegated long skirt, which is extremely conspicuous in the monochromatic deep dream.

After I caught up with her, Little A seemed to have given up hope of survival. She fell to her knees, her breath messy, as if she had been seriously injured.

"That arrogant queen also has such a side?" I shook my head and smiled bitterly. Everything in my memory was very different from reality, but it made me feel extremely real.

The scene moved forward, and in my memory I walked up to Little A, lifted her small chin, and tried to tear off the mask from her face. She kept shaking her head and waving her hands, as if she would die once the mask was taken off.

I finally stopped, my fingertips slipped from her mask, and I pointed at the periphery of the dream and made several requests to her.

I couldn't hear the specific content clearly. I could only see Little A nodding his head in the picture.

Everything that happened after that was connected with the previous memory fragments. The dream world changed. I left in a certain direction, and then turned my back to Little A and said that long paragraph, about wearing the mask for too long and making it impossible. Take it off.

The scene stops. This memory is very important to me.

I vaguely understood a very important point. Little A and I are not enemies. Although she is a betrayer, there seems to be something hidden in it.

This memory gives me the feeling that Little A is the spy I arranged among the betrayers.

"Is this really the case?" I shook my head and smiled bitterly. This inexplicable memory cannot be verified at all. Besides, even if Little A is a chess piece I left behind, her current strength is unfathomable. How can I command her to touch her?

I have a headache, and sometimes the more I know, the more painful it becomes: "The lightless road in the deep dreamland was breached. This should be the work of betrayers. Why did they do this? What role did Little A play in it? What is the role of Little A in this? Is there some kind of connection between me?"

After thinking for a long time but still unable to come up with a result, I sighed and started watching the last memory.

Compared with the previous two memories, this memory makes me feel strange the most.

This third memory is exactly the same as the scene in the first memory!

They were all in that dark dungeon, facing the same statue of God and lighting the same oil lamp.

I compared the height of the flame and the direction in which the flame swayed at the same time, and then came to a surprising conclusion.

The flames are exactly the same! These two memories seem to be repeated!

"Something's wrong!" I continued reading, and I quickly said that sentence again in my memory - "Failed again..."

Not a word has changed, but the tone is slightly different. Compared to the first time, there is a little more regret and regret.

"What's going on?" The same place, the same time, even the flame of the oil lamp has not changed. Why is the tone of my voice different in my memory?

Before long, more differences appeared between the two memories.

In the first memory, I walked directly to the statue and took out the mirror.

But in this memory, after I said those words, I slowly sat down on the ground, as if I was seriously injured.

In my memory, I took off the paper mask on my face. I didn't know what I was thinking about, but I flipped my hands and folded the mask into a little man.

"Destiny is inevitable, what should I do?" No one could communicate in the dark dungeon. In the picture, I was talking to myself. After being silent for a long time, I placed the paper man made of a mask next to the oil lamp. He took out a book from his pocket and read it.

This book is not thick, and the first sentence at the beginning is - All living people are ghosts, and they are buried in them. Go back and forth, and there will always be good luck and no evil!

"The Burial Sutra!" It turns out that I got this book a long time ago. Surprise and doubt emerged in my heart at the same time. Since I had got it, why didn't I remember it at all?

The pictures in my memory seemed to be stagnant. I was turning pages while reading a book, the oil lamp was flickering, and everything in the dark dungeon seemed to be doomed.

The memory picture is very calm, but it is difficult for me to calm down when I watch the memory: "The Burial Sutra is said to be able to bury three lives and three lives. Is there really reincarnation in this world? Otherwise, how can I explain these memories of mine?"

Before I could come up with the answer, the scene in the memory screen changed. I don’t know how long I had been reading the book. In the memory, I seemed to have understood something, and I reached out and touched the paper man.

I chanted the spell, but the paper man didn't react at all. I snorted coldly in the picture, picked it up and put it on the oil lamp.

As soon as it got close to the flames, the paper man actually showed a crying face. It waved its arms tied with paper and begged for mercy again and again.

"This method is really magical." I smiled in the picture and put down the paper man, and glanced at the paper man lightly: "I have been reincarnated many times, but no one remembers me. You were born because of me, so stay here with me. ."

In my memory, I spread out the Burial Sutra, and the paper man could also see the contents of the Burial Sutra.

"You are made of white paper. I will call you Mr. Paper from now on..."

The last memory ends here, leaving me with endless doubts after reading it.

"Mr. Paper?" When I said these three words in my memory, my heart skipped a beat. They were so familiar! I met Mr. Zhi in Jianghu Cancer Research Hospital, and he even tried to kill me more than once!

"It should just be the same name. After all, one is a living person, and the other is just a paper figure I folded." I comforted myself, but I always felt that something was wrong.

"In my memory, I own the Burial Sutra, and the paper figure I folded was thrown next to the Burial Sutra. Mr. Paper, the subordinate of the Double-faced Buddha, also has part of the Burial Sutra. Is this a coincidence? ?" It stands to reason that the "Burial Sutra" has long been lost and is extremely cherished, but Mr. Zhi secretly learned the Feng Shui technique in it. Where did he learn it? If he learned from Double-faced Buddha, where did the "Burial Sutra" of Double-faced Buddha come from?

I rubbed my head and thought, if I continue to think about it, there will definitely be an intersection between me and the Double-Faced Buddha.

The memory images in my mind slowly dissipated. I tried to move my body, and the cold air in my body was swept away. Every beat of my heart injected new vitality into my body. I felt like I had endless energy. strength.

"Surviving a catastrophe will lead to future blessings, which should be what I am talking about now." The Yin Qi shrank in the vaginal orifices, and the innate Qi was strong. I punched the air, and there was a faint sound of breaking wind.

"Suolong Village is the territory of the Double-Faced Buddha. It's not advisable to stay here for a long time. It's better for me to leave as soon as possible." After checking my belongings, I picked up my suitcase and walked to the door: "Master Wang just said that there is something outside. Let me Be careful, you don’t know what he is referring to.”

Master Wang's spirit body was seriously injured, so I didn't want to disturb him for the time being. I gently pushed open the wooden door and looked out with my discerning eye.