Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2321: The true face of the Stonewall Trap

Once you discover your blind spots, everything suddenly becomes so natural and so clear; even when Qingjiuru looked at the gift bag, the data body and ghost-like aura of the latter evaporated. All clean.

"How come you didn't think of that?" He said angrily, "It's a shame that Lin Sanjiu always praises you for being smart!"

Ji Shanqing looked as if he wanted to spit at him.

"You just thought of it!" he retorted, "'The content of the wall paintings in the future cannot be seen', this sentence passed through your mouth three times before you realized what was going on."

"Have you just come to your senses?" This sentence was swallowed back by Qing Jiu Liusheng - after all, he was also a person who had done long-term psychological counseling. He considered himself to have a mature personality and could not be like Ji Shanqing after being born. Less than ten years of competition among mentally handicapped patients.

"The content of the wall paintings in the future cannot be seen", together with various other mysteries, constructs a very clear picture: that is, the owner of the Stonewall Trap cannot actually see the future.

Otherwise, just like Ji Shanqing's question, why didn't Stone Wall set a trap for them based on its foreseen future actions of the two? No matter how smart a person is, he cannot resist "foreknowledge".

The "warning" meaning of the stone wall painting is precisely this cunning: it conceals the fact that it cannot see the future.

You feel that you have escaped the prophecy in the painting because you saw the content in the painting first, were warned, and made changes; but you don’t know that it is because the prediction in the painting will never happen in the first place - change In other words, one cannot falsify the content of the stone wall paintings.

"It's true that the cleverness was mistaken," Qingjiuru sighed, "Now that I think about it, the part that became reality was just a trick."

There are many things "predicted" to happen in the picture, such as small black shadows and cracks in the neck... The only thing that has become a reality so far is a stick hanging from the head, which is what nine out of ten people in the apocalypse have. rope.

The owner of the Stonewall Trap only needs to hang a rope from the ability effect to make people think that other, more terrifying things may come true - there is no better deal than this.

Every clue can be studied in depth, and every few clues can be combined to formulate a hypothesis. The more paintings they have seen, the more possibilities they have... They thought they were looking for an exit, but in fact they were looking for an exit. Going deeper and deeper, getting lost in an endless rabbit hole.

But the most difficult thing to see through this is an unavoidable question: some things did happen as predicted in the picture, didn't they?

Even if most of the clouds were cleared, Qingjiuru still almost stumbled over this question.

For example, he saw with his own eyes that the wall painting predicted that Ji Shanqing would throw an object towards the false road. A second or two later, Ji Shanqing actually threw an object as well - how to explain this?

When he said this, Ji Shanqing's face turned ugly.

"You know... my perception of time is very accurate," he whispered, "It's like there is a built-in clock that will not go wrong. This is very common in data bodies."

Qingjiuru nodded, and continued: "But you don't know what time it is, and you can't tell how long it has been since we entered the stone wall... I have no clue at all. I can only rely on what we see. The number of pictures passed by, I guess less than ten minutes have passed."

This feeling is very strange; generally speaking, people always have a sense of time. No matter how wrong it is, there is still a sense of time - but when Qingjiuru tried to recall the moment when the paper crane landed, he was confused. , as if that moment had been cut off, floating independently in his memory without any temporal connection with other fragments.

It’s not just paper cranes; after entering the stone wall trap, every event or memory becomes an independent fragment floating outside of time.

"That is to say, there is something wrong with our perception of time." Ji Shanqing whispered, "In your opinion, I took action one or two seconds after you saw the wall painting; But in fact, it’s probably because your sense of time is completely confused and you can’t tell the order.”

"Wait a minute," Qingjiureu asked, "How long have we been discussing?"

Ji Shanqing was also startled, and then his face turned a little pale. "I...I don't know," he said with a frown, "It seems like I just realized something was wrong...right? Look, in the twenty-third painting, we are standing and talking..."

The more he spoke, the softer his voice became. Apparently, he was thinking of the same thing as Qingjiuru.

"I can't believe the picture numbers," Qingjiuru took a breath and said, "After our perception of time was completely confused, these picture numbers became our only yardstick. But without the sense of time, even if the second Thirteen paintings appear repeatedly a hundred times, and we won't notice anything strange... We can't delay any longer. The purpose of these stone walls may be to trap us here."

The reason why they never discovered that their sense of time was cut off was precisely because a false "order" replaced the chronological order, leaving a logical progression of events in their minds - this false order. , exactly the picture number.

"Then sister..." Ji Shanqing raised his head and said anxiously: "When did sister meet Oasis? Are we already too late?"

"I don't know."

Qingjiuru tried to open his hand, and then clenched it into a fist. "If we've been here for a long time...I don't feel hungry, sleepy, or exhausted. However, even the intellectual perception of time is unreliable, and the physiological one is not reliable either. Let me see, we are now Just get something hard; logically speaking, since my hunting knife can leave scratches, then maybe the stone wall will be blown up? Well, who would have thought that Lin Sanjiu's tricks could actually be used? When it comes to use."

"Sister's methods are always good," Ji Shanqing glanced at him.

"...Have you been brainwashed by her?"

Ji Shanqing turned a deaf ear and took out a few corrugated **** from his pocket - probably improvised. With this thought, Qingjiuru thought about his energy problem again; but he once again held back and did not ask.

When the two of them stepped back together, they discovered another unsurprising thing: the path had turned into a painting engraved on the wall at some point - leaving space for the two of them. , is actually just an open space four meters square, surrounded by high, endless stone walls.

In the twenty-fourth painting, as if they had made an appointment, there was a scene of the two people retreating.

Qing Jiuru opened a parasol-shaped protective prop and moved it sideways to cover their bodies; the gift bag raised his hand and threw rippled **** towards the stone wall - those rippled **** flew straight towards the stone wall. The same corrugated **** in the twenty-fifth painting on the stone wall also came straight towards them.

As soon as the corrugated ball left his hand, Ji Shanqing immediately retracted under the protective umbrella, his shoulders almost touching his ears; Qing Jiuliu closed his eyes tightly, and almost in an instant, he heard a loud crash outside the umbrella. There was a loud noise - the rapidly rolling waves of air were blocked by the umbrella-shaped protective props. The ground beneath my feet shook, as if it was also ringing with the same buzzing in my ears.

He squinted his eyes and glanced quickly outside the umbrella; billowing smoke and dust rose under the night sky~IndoMTL.com~ The stone walls were shattered and collapsed piece by piece in the rolling smoke, sinking. It hit the ground, causing the ground to tremble.

"Let's go," Qing Jiuliu didn't dare to put away his umbrella for a moment. He grabbed Ji Shanqing's arm and dragged him towards the depths where smoke and dust billowed and rocks collapsed - but with a "dang", the umbrella fell to the ground. But he bumped into something.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

Qingjiuru took a step back and slowly put away the umbrella.

The stone wall, which was as intact as before, still stood in front of us, blocking the way. As if to mock them, even the traces made by the hunting knife disappeared - the stone wall was "born" again.

"We..." Ji Shanqing looked at the stone wall in front of him, and then at the open space where they just stood with their umbrellas raised. "How long did it take us to walk from there to here?"

Qingjiu remained silent.

It felt like he took the risk and rushed over with Ji Shanqing as soon as the stone wall was blown up; but in fact, as Ji Shanqing said, how long did it take?

So long that it even gave the ability owner some time to put up the stone wall again.

“It takes time for us to think, speak, and act.” Ji Shanqing murmured, “If our perception of time is completely confused...how do we know that we are speaking at a normal speed now? If it seems to the outside world that we only say one word per minute..."

"Then no matter what action we take, others will have plenty of time to react. Maybe before you throw the ripple ball, the ability master has already built four or five waiting walls." Qingjiuru wiped it hard He slapped his face - how long did it take him to complete this action? "No wonder they use so many wall paintings to confuse us..."

Just look at a few paintings...

Lin Sanjiu may have disappeared from the world outside.