Chapter 21 Mirror Maze [Finally reached the first climax of this volume]

The heartbeat pounded, adding a touch of depression to this strange scene.

The blood flowed from the room the crow had entered and slowly flowed to Beckham's feet.

"What the hell is this place? How can there be such a place in the mausoleum..." Beckham whispered, then stepped through the blood and walked to the door.

The stone door panel was particularly heavy, which made him unable to breathe.

"Squeak--" Xiaobei slowly opened the stone door. Liu Xin held his gun and followed him step by step. Yang Qian looked back and quickly followed.

If all this has reached the limit of people's nerves, then at the moment when Beckham completely opened the stone door, the scene inside was the last straw that overwhelmed everyone's psychological defense line.

The crow is dead.

This Beckham and others have had a hunch for a long time that the crow must be more or less auspicious, but the appearance in front of them is chilling.

His death was so terrible that even Beckham forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, but his legs were still a little weak.

The hair behind it stands up like a steel needle.

He committed suicide.

Behind this stone gate, the crow's expression has frozen, but you can still imagine how frightened he is. His face has been twisted to a point that human beings can't reach, and it has completely turned into a gloomy iron cyan.

He clenched his own* with his hands, and his blue veins appeared. He widened his eyes and inserted the knife into his throat. It came out like a spring of blood, and his eyes came out of his eyes, staring at Beckham and others.

He leaned against the wall facing the stone door and knelt down there, trying to escape, but he couldn't leave alive.

"What the hell...what the hell happened..." Beckham took his hair and squatted down little by little.

"Raven..." Liu Xin walked over slowly and looked at the tragic death of the crow, and couldn't help trembling. This is a partner who has fought with himself and has overcome countless difficulties, but now, only this terrible bone remains here forever.

"It's all my fault... My fault... My fault... If I hadn't asked for help... Ye Laosan wouldn't have been involved... Let alone pushed more people to death... My fault..." Xiaobei's face was painful and patted his head over and over again.

"Xiao Bei." Yang Qi glanced at the crow's body and walked to Beckham and put him on his shoulder. This is not...ah..."

Suddenly, Yang covered his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and looked out of the door.

Liu Xin also turned his head and was stunned to see the scene in front of him.

What on earth is out there? What scene can be more amazing than the death of a crow? Xiaobei stopped, squatted there, and slowly turned to look at Yang Yu and Liu Xin.

Because there are three people outside.

It's not surprising that someone came here, but the three people in front of them are themselves!

Xiaobei walked in the middle, and Yang Yu and Liu Xin stood on the left and right respectively.

Who can explain what's going on? How can you see yourself? Beckham pinched his thigh and found that it was not an illusion. The three people in front of them walked forward and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Uh!" Xiaobei suddenly got up and chased out, but it was empty outside, still quiet and scary, without a trace.

I don't know when there was a faint mist in the whole corridor.

"Go, go ahead!" Xiaobei wanted to pull Yang Yu's arm, but something happened that made his heart beat.

Because he actually passed through Yang Yu's arm!

Yes, wear it! Passed through without any obstacles! Xiaobei's muscles were stiff and looked at Liu Xin in disbelief.

But Liu Xin also stood there in a daze without any action, looking outside the door, and now it has become the place where Beckham stands.

God, what on earth did he see?!

In the place where he squatted and blamed himself just now, the same self appeared!

Such a strange scene.

"Brother Liu...you..." Xiaobei opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak anyway. Because Liu Xin pulled up another Beckham, and then walked out of the tomb stiffly with Yang Yu.

Just pass through his own body!

I touched my chest and watched the three people in front of me gradually disappear at the end of the corridor, feeling a chill behind me.

When exactly?

When did you break up with Yang Yu and Liu Xin? Just in the blink of an eye, the people in front of them have become like in the movie. They can only be seen opening their mouths, like pantomime, and no sound can be heard.

Squeak——

Another stone door opened automatically, and a camel with * in his hands came out. He looked around nervously, and then slowly bypassed Beckham and walked to the corner.

Beckham felt as if he didn't exist.

I am no longer myself, but something illusory, just like a dream.

But he knew that the dream was not so real.

He touched the wall and had a touch; he pinched his thigh fiercely, and there was still a sense of pain; the smell of blood in the air was also thick, and a pool of blood on the ground had almost penetrated into the ground, and his taste was also there!

Beckham seemed to be trapped in a silent movie and could only watch the characters in the play do their own things, and he was just a bystander.

There is not even the sound of wind in the tomb.

Time also seems to have stopped flowing.

No one came to tell him what happened, and now he is alone again.

"Brother Liu! Yang Yu!" Beckham shouted loudly and hoarsely.

He kicked the wall hard and finally made a chirling sound, but what's the use?

This sense of loneliness.

One of people's biggest shortcomings is that they are afraid of the unknown, afraid of darkness, and afraid of loneliness.

It's like walking alone in a dark alley, getting more and more afraid. The deserted streets are empty, the yellow street lights stand in the wind, the branches are swaying, and you are just alone.

This sense of loneliness is the greatest fear.

This is psychological torture, like a person linger on a desert island. No one can talk, no one can help, and there is only endless loneliness.

The darkness surrounded Beckham and urged him to keep going deep.

"Hehe, hehe." The ethereal laughter was extremely soft, as if it came from a distance, across the distant distance, across the boundary between life and death, so ethereal, but it really echoed in my ears.

"Bastard! Get out of here!" Beckham kicked open a stone door, but there was nothing inside. Do you think you can defeat me with this little trick?! Impossible! How could I be knocked down so easily? You look down on me! Haha!"

Beckham laughed wildly and kicked open a stone door, but there was still nothing inside.

He is going to be driven crazy.

He kept waving his arm, pulled out the dagger and stabbed it hard in the air, kicking the wall. But these are useless work, and he can't get rid of the inexplicable mania in his heart.

"Damn, bastard, bastard, bastard!" Beckham leaned weakly against the wall and slowly slid down.

He believes that if there is a mirror now, he must have a fensive and infinitely decadent expression inside.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Mirror?

Yes, mirror! It's a mirror!

"Hahahaha, you can't trap me. I've seen through it, hahaha!" Beckham stood up like a javelin and laughed.

He can forget all this.

The manic in his heart can finally settle down.

Just because of what he just thought. Because it is a mirror. Everything here seems to be something in the mirror. Although he doesn't know what's going on, he vaguely grasped a trace.

This is enough to get him off the edge of madness.

Here, everyone seemed to have just appeared, and everything he saw was silent. He remembered a place he went to when he was a child.

The room was full of mirrors, and the children shuttled through it and played hide-and-seek.

That's one of Beckham's favorite things when he was a child, because it is difficult to be caught in it. In fact, the space is not very large, but there are figures everywhere, and there are false mirror images everywhere. You can only see people in front of you, up and down, but you can't catch it anyway.

Is't this the current situation?

He is like a weak child, desperately trying to catch an opponent to replace himself.

True or false, false and true, have been constantly blinding myself.

In fact, once you see through this simple truth, you will feel that this is just a game that uses perception illusions.

He wants to finish this game.

Later, after playing for a long time, he understood that as long as he followed the feeling in his heart and tried to move forward in one direction, there would always be an end. No matter how much he turned, it was just a small place.

Although this tomb is much larger than the game maze, there is a distance after all.

And he hasn't lost his direction. As long as he follows a route, he will always have a chance to get out.

Everything is visual error information, which makes him cheated. So as long as you don't rely too much on your own vision, you can look at nothing and stride forward!

As long as you finish the game or simply ignore it, it can be all over.

I can't trap him anymore.

One more thing, Beckham suddenly became clear.

The mirror image is silent, but the sound here can be transmitted and cannot be imitated by the mirror!

"Pretling to be a ghost, hum." Xiaobei sneered, ignored the scene around him, and kept walking to the depths of the corridor.

Just behind him, a figure with the same golden mask as the man came out.

The slender curve on her body proves that she is a woman.

"Hehe, hehe. It has been discovered, but the real good show has just begun to be staged. You won't guess the result, and you will definitely not win. Beckham.

The last two sentences were almost word by word, biting the words and disappearing into the air.