The Death Knell

"They said you were extremely close to the 'boundary' of that world. Is that true?"

The Medusa Mask inspired the middle-aged man's curiosity and courage, and he was still able to take the initiative to ask questions when facing notorious villains like the Mind Pirates.

"I'm always separated from this world, almost every time, so boundaries don't actually have any specific feelings for me, but it sounds like you've heard of me before?"

"Yes, I know you're second generation, you were once a lowly mugger in New York, Roger Hayden, and you found this mask and it made you look brand new."

When the middle-aged man said this, he paused for a moment, and then he patted his thigh as if he remembered something:

"You know what? After I gain the ability, we can be partners. You know, I have many good plans that can make us both make a fortune."

The Mind Pirate has no interest in money. This is not what he is worried about now, because he once saw the guy with a burning head who claimed to be the Almighty Recorder of the Universe. Now Roger has fallen into deep confusion.

So he just smiled and spoke softly:

"We'll see. Then, for the second question, you already know what we can 'know', so what is 'real' among the things we know?"

This question was a bit deep. The man in the middle thought for a moment. He crossed his arms and leaned on the back of the folding chair, tilting his head to look at the lamp.

The light bulb emits light and heat, and even through the mask, it seems that you can see the current passing through the filament.

"Only emotions are real. Everything else in life may be false. The whole world we live in may be an illusion or an illusion. Maybe each of us is living in the same breeding tank as "The Matrix"."

The man suddenly spoke imaginative words, which were not words that an ordinary middle-aged man could say. It was probably the Medusa mask that amplified his sentimentality:

"My answer is this, the things that inspire our emotions may be false, but our emotions are real. We are not the masters of our emotions, but our emotions constitute our hearts, or our souls."

"Well...that's also a good answer." The Mind Pirate pinched his chin and nodded slowly: "You are amazing. Even when I am wearing a mask, I can't think about things like you."

The middle-aged man behind the mask laughed. He raised his head and looked into the dark void above his head:

"Really? I have an interesting soul, just like you. The purpose of setting up the answering game is to find a similar companion in this false universe, so as to get rid of that loneliness."

"Okay, the third question is also the most difficult question, 'who' are you?" Mr. Hayden put away his smile. He is a loner, living in his own spiritual world. He seems lonely, But I don't want to share this loneliness with others.

But to eliminate this loneliness.

The man across the table was stunned for a moment, rubbing his hands on the table a few times because this question sounded like the easiest one.

But reason told him that as the third question, this would definitely not be that simple.

"I am an ordinary person, working as a chef in a roadside fast food restaurant that no one cares about. I watch truck drivers, prostitutes, old people and children passing by traveling in and out of my store every day. I try to show that I have existed. meaning, the trivial things that build the world, so I want to do big things, big things that can affect the world.”

He thought the answer was good and thoughtful, and he did not reveal his real name.

"Alas." But the mind pirate stood up. He sighed and slowly shook his head: "What a pity."

"What?" The man was stunned.

"You don't understand what I'm doing. You're just making things up. You don't have the 'experience' and 'story' of growth at all. None of us have. This universe is only a few months old since the last time it was rebooted. Yeah, we’re all poor souls trapped in grids and dialog boxes.”

"What are you talking about?" The man really didn't understand anymore.

"Grids, grids, bars, squares, lines, whatever you want to call it."

The talking pirate raised his hands as if he had grabbed something, and then pulled down sharply.

All the surrounding darkness faded away, revealing the pale background of space. No, space has lost its meaning. At this time, all existing things have been suspended, as if they have lost their restraints.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Where are we?"

The weightless middle-aged man lay on the table, spinning constantly in this seemingly boundless white world.

"Now you see the truth behind our universe. Every world is built on this white fiber paper. They will be destroyed at will and forgotten, but they will eventually be rebuilt, copied, and used. I’m the one person who gets left out of every universe reboot, and that’s what I want to talk to someone about.”

The Mind Pirate talked a lot. He was not excited or had any emotions. He just stated some of his opinions in a straightforward manner and sighed with regret:

"Actually, I spread that news because I wanted Batman or Deathstroke to come to me, not you... Your IQ and the information you have cannot help me at all. Unfortunately, it seems that I imitated Luther, even if you use psychic power as a prize, you still can't make them take me as a little person seriously, haha."

But at this time, the middle-aged man could no longer answer him. He was fastening the mask on his face. I don't know when it started, but it seemed to have grabbed all his organs, making him unable to breathe.

He grabbed the edge of the mask and tried to take it off, but no matter how hard he tried, his chin was torn, his nails were broken, and his blood was spilled into the empty space.

The mask didn't move at all, but the blood he shed quickly turned black, like a series of inconspicuous ink stains.

"It's useless. If you are afraid, the Medusa Mask will amplify your fear thousands of times and absorb these emotions. Therefore, you will be scared to death by yourself."

As if to confirm what he said, the middle-aged man quickly kicked his legs a few times and lay still on the table. The mask automatically fell off his face and fell on the table with a crisp sound.

At this time, the corpse's face became as white as paper, or in other words, the color faded away, leaving only the outline of black lines.

After that, the mind pirate picked up the mask with a sigh and prepared to continue his lonely journey.

Because he is the person who was stripped out of the universe, he remembers every restart, every crisis, every flashpoint, every...

He observed them from another level.

But just as he picked up the mask and raised his hand to put it on, he suddenly stopped and began to look left and right:

"Who's talking?"

"You're not listening to your own problems, Mind Pirate."

A voice seemed to come from high in the sky, like the voice of God.