Chapter 2321

Once he found his blind spot, everything became so natural and clear; even when Qing Jiuliu looked at the gift bag, the halo of the data body and ghost-like spirit on the latter evaporated completely up.

"Why didn't you think of it?" He said bitterly, "Lin Sanjiu always praises you for being smart!"

Ji Shanqing looked as if he was about to spit on him.

"You just thought of it!" he retorted, "'The content of the wall painting in the future cannot be seen', you have said this sentence three times in your mouth before you realize what is going on."

"Could it be that you've already realized it?" This sentence was swallowed back by Qing Jiuliu Shengsheng—after all, he is also a person who has done psychological counseling for a long time. Years of mentally handicapped patients compete.

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

Otherwise, just like Ji Shanqing's question, why didn't Stone Wall set a trap for them according to its foreseeable future actions of the two? No matter how smart a person is, he can't resist "prediction".

The "warning" meaning of the stone wall picture is precisely where the cunning lies: it conceals the fact that one cannot see the future.

You feel that you have escaped the prophecy in the painting because you saw the contents of the painting first, got the warning, and made a change; but you don’t know it’s because the prediction in the painting would not have happened in the first place—in other words, One cannot falsify the contents of the stone wall pictures.

"It's so clever that I was misunderstood by cleverness," Qing Jiuliu sighed, "Now that I think about it, that part of the content that became reality is simply a trick."

There are many "forecasts" in the picture that will happen, small black shadows, neck cracks... The only thing that has become a reality so far is a rope hanging from the head, which nine out of ten people in the doomsday have.

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

Every clue can be delved into the depths, and every few clues can be combined to come up with 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 walked further and further Deep, lost in an endless rabbit hole.

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

Even after clearing most of the clouds and mists, Qing Jiuliu almost tripped over this question.

For example, he saw with his own eyes that the wall painting predicted that Ji Shanqing would throw an object on the false road, and a second or two later, Ji Shanqing really threw an object—how should this be explained?

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

"You know... my perception of time is very precise," he whispered, "it's like a built-in clock that cannot make mistakes. This is very common in data bodies."

Qing Jiuliu nodded, and continued: "But you don't know what time it is, nor can you tell how long it has been since we entered the stone wall...I have no idea at all myself. I can only rely on the pictures we have seen Quantity, less than ten minutes have passed since guessing."

This feeling is very strange; generally speaking, people always have a sense of time, no matter how far they are wrong, they still have it——but when Qing Jiuliu tried to recall the moment when the paper crane landed, he was at a loss, as if that A moment is cut off, floating in his memory by itself, without any temporal connection to the other fragments.

Not just paper cranes; after entering the stone wall trap, any event or memory becomes a fragment floating independently of time.

"That is to say, there is a problem with our perception of time." Ji Shanqing whispered, "In your opinion, I acted 'one or two seconds after you saw the wall painting'; but in fact , it is very likely that your sense of time is completely confused, and you can’t tell the sequence at all.”

"Wait," Qing Jiu was stunned, "How long have we been discussing?"

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

The more he spoke, the lower his voice, obviously thinking of the same place as Qing Jiuliu.

"I can't believe the picture numbers," Qing Jiuliu took a breath, and said, "After our perception of time is completely confused, these picture numbers become our only yardstick. But without the sense of time, even the twenty-third picture The painting reappears a hundred times, and we won't notice the difference... We can't delay any longer, the purpose of these stone walls may be to trap us here."

The reason why they have not found that the sense of time has been cut off is precisely because a false "order" has replaced the chronological order, leaving a logical course of events in their minds-this false order is precisely Drawing number.

"Then sister..." Ji Shanqing raised his head abruptly, and said hastily, "When did my sister meet Orcius? Are we already too late?"

"I have no idea."

Qing Jiuliu tried to open his hand, but clenched it into a fist again. "If we've been here for a long time... I don't feel hungry, sleepy, or physically exhausted. However, even the intellectual perception of time is unreliable, and the physical may not be. In my opinion, we are now I just have to be tough; logically speaking, since my hunting knife can leave scratches, maybe the stone wall will also be blown up? Cough, who would have thought that Lin Sanjiu's tricks would actually come in handy When it comes in handy."

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

"...Are you brainwashed by her?"

Ji Shanqing turned a deaf ear to it, and took out a few corrugated balls from his pocket—probably compiled on the spur of the moment. With this thought, Qing Jiuliu thought about his energy problem again; but he held back again and didn't ask.

When the two backed away together, they discovered another unsurprising thing: the way they came from became a painting carved on the wall at some point—the space left for the two was actually It was nothing more than an open space four meters square, surrounded by high, invisible stone walls.

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

Qing Jiuliu opened a parasol-shaped protective prop and turned it sideways to cover their bodies; Li Bao raised his hand and threw corrugated balls towards the stone wall—those corrugated balls flew straight to the stone wall, and the stone The same corrugated balls in the twenty-fifth painting on the wall also headed straight towards them.

As soon as the corrugated ball left his hand, Ji Shanqing immediately retracted under the umbrella, his shoulders were almost attached to his ears; Qing Jiuliu closed his eyes tightly, and almost instantly, he heard a loud noise outside the umbrella ——The rapidly swirling waves of airflow were blocked by the umbrella-shaped protective equipment, and the ground under his feet trembled, as if it was also ringing with the same humming in his ears.

He squinted his eyes and glanced quickly out of the umbrella; thick smoke and dust billowed up under the night sky, and the stone walls shattered and collapsed one by one in the billowing smoke, falling heavily to the ground, The ground trembled.

"Hurry up," Qing Jiuliu didn't dare to put away the umbrella for a while, grabbed Ji Shanqing's arm, and dragged him into the depths where the smoke and dust billowed and the rocks collapsed—but "when" the umbrella hit the ground something.

The two were stunned at the same time.

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

The stone wall, which was as complete as before, still stood in front of him, blocking the way. As if to satirize them, even the trace 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 had just raised their umbrellas. "How long did it take us to come here from over there?"

Qing Jiuliu didn't make a sound.

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

It has been so long that the ability master can even rebuild the stone wall in his spare time.

"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 talking at a normal speed now? If outside It seems that we can only say one word a minute..."

"Then no matter what actions we take, others will have a lot of time to react. Maybe before you throw the ripple ball, the master of the ability has already built four or five alternate walls." Qing Jiuliu wiped it vigorously Face—how long did it take him to do this? "No wonder there are so many wall paintings to confuse us..."

Just look at a few paintings...

Lin Sanjiu might have disappeared from the outside world.