Chapter 179 (1/2)

Inspired by thinking that he had found the right clue, Lu Ziming shuttled between the mirror walls again and again like beating chicken blood, measured the length of the mirror walls, observed each separated space, and looked for possible clues between them.

Someone said: the truth is always hidden behind the fog. Obviously, it's too early for him to be happy.

The mirror walls do exist, not what he imagined out of thin air. The vertically interwoven mirror walls are like invisible long walls, separating the space into spaces of the same size. Each space is thousands of steps long and wide.

Strangely, since the space separated by the mirror wall is the same, why use the mirror wall? There should be reasons why you don't know. Existence has its rationality. Although he does not know who created this space, no matter who will not waste energy on the useless mirror wall.

Fortunately, the separated space is not large. After wandering in several independent spaces for a long time, he still decided to give up the seemingly useless exploration and turn his energy to the research of the mirror wall.

The mirror wall can separate the space, but it does not affect the way and direction of progress. At most, the line of sight is limited to a thousand steps. It seems that it has nothing to do with whether he can go out. He needs to find out the reason why he is trapped.

The sudden appearance of colorful fruits and colorful fish has been bothering him. He dare not think about it and has to face it. This is an unavoidable problem.

It's so strange. It's like someone is playing magic with themselves in the dark. Is someone really watching themselves in the dark? Why doesn't it (he or she) appear? Is it the God here or the creator here.

If there is such a thing, what is its purpose, why should I be trapped here, and what I don't know.

Everything here doesn't look real? The purple sky, the flat grass, the invisible mirror wall, the big trees bearing colorful fruits, and the colorful fish in the deep pool can't hear any sound and feel the flow of air. It's like a huge cage with invisible edge, trapping itself in it.

His mind was in chaos. He had no clue. He sat quietly under the tree. He didn't like smoking. Now he held a cigarette in his trembling fingers that he didn't know when it had been burned out.

Perhaps only nicotine can hold down an impetuous, fearful and faintly trembling heart. His trembling lips don't know what he's talking about. Maybe he doesn't know what he's muttering to himself.

This was the third time he felt hopeless, scared and helpless. The first time he heard the bad news of his parents, the second time he saw the zombie chasing frantically, and this was the third time.

For the first time, he survived. With the help of his people, he felt that the sky was falling, the ground was sinking, the sky was gray, life was pale, his relatives were gone, and he was confused about the future. He felt that there was no future life for the first time.

The second time, because of fear, fear and fear, he didn't dare to face it and couldn't believe what he saw. The whole world was screaming and killing everywhere. Ugly zombies chased panic stricken survivors. He chose to escape. He was not a hero. He would retreat, be timid and tremble in the dark, but he didn't want to be bitten by zombies like that, The second time he waved his knife in despair.

He is just an ordinary life like an ant. No one notices his existence. Even when he wins the Grand Prix trophy, others won't look at him more.