After dealing with Hongjun's line, Lu Shaozhen was also thinking about Yun Daixi while restoring her strength.

What can be confirmed now is that Yun Daixi is indeed her ex-girlfriend, so there are two things to understand next. The first thing is that when she saw Yun Daixi die, she still escaped from the grave, and who was the hateful person who dug the grave?

The second thing is Yun Daixi's purpose in coming to the catastrophe game! This is the top priority and the difficulty in exploring the truth of the matter. After all, the mouth is on others, and they can say whatever they want to say. Unless you have real evidence, you will be able to make a difference in your mouth.

At the same time, the second thing is also closely related to Shaobing, because Yun Daixi met Shaobing at the beginning. Now Shaobing is missing and Yun Daixi appears strangely in a catastrophe game containing the clues of Shaobing traces. This is absolutely abnormal. Even if this is really a coincidence, it is related to Yun Daixi, who is as suspicious as fog, and the white one becomes black.

Fools are secretly accomplished, while wise people are not aware of it. Lu Shaozhen constantly uses this to show himself, hoping to find light in the confusing situation.

So far, Lu Shaozhen can only cut off the connection between the individuals who are suspicious points in his mind, and list the suspicious points that occur to them. After all, the context of things may be far more complicated than imagined. You can first separate the structure and find the connection between them.

Thinking of this, Lu Shaozhen held the wall and tentatively twisted his waist. As a result, he was surprised to find that the pain had dissipated most of the time. Although there was still a faint pain, it was almost as close as he recovered.

For some reason, after applying the drug, he felt his physical condition was booming, because every injury could recover in a very short time. For example, after fighting with zombies in a dungeon, his limbs and bones were obviously hurting, but he walked unknowingly. This process seemed to him at that time, but now he couldn't help but be surprised.

There are such benefits when I come to participate in the catastrophe game? Lu Shaozhen felt energetic and walked downstairs.

Didn’t Hongjun say that the catastrophe game is actually a trial level. You can only be qualified to use her power after you pass the level and gain powerful power. So who sets this trial level? Isn’t it Puyang Sheng? Puyang Sheng’s purpose is to set up this level to test himself?

This is ridiculous.

So, from the perspective of "the future self", the catastrophe game is a trial level? This view seems very reasonable, but don't forget why he was suspicious of Hongjun at the beginning, that is, the development of the current situation is nothing unchanging, and the fatalism is self-defeating. The future has a probabilistic significance for the present, which means that the future is simply uncertain for the present.

One-way uncertainty drives two-way blur, so how can I be sure that I will experience the catastrophe game now? Could it be that relying solely on the probability of relying on it? He estimated that the probability of experiencing the catastrophe game was extremely high, so he sent Hongjun back? But as something that travels through time, wouldn’t Hongjun completely disrupt the timeline?

Such tedious thoughts lingered in Lu Shaozhen's mind. He felt the magic of science more and more. His understanding of entropy was limited to his understanding of the second law of thermodynamics: the entropy value increased with the passage of time. However, understanding this point is enough to understand the so-called timeline deflection that has happened to him so far.

In this way, he began to walk downstairs. At this time, he was on the fifth floor. He roughly glanced into the corridor. He saw that the two walls seemed to reunite the infinite darkness into a deeper and deeper swamp, leading straight to the invisible nothingness.

He shook his head on his own. When you stare at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you. When you respect heroes, you must be alert to heroes. The effects of power are mutual, and if you never forget them, there will be a resounding, although this resounding may not be as brilliant as your original intention.

Lu Shaozhen didn't know how these thoughts came about. He felt that every next step of tears was a little heavier. He felt that some expectation in his heart was dead, just like ashes scattered in the breeze of dawn, always revealing inexplicable sadness.

When the meaning comes with great excellence, what comes with the tsunami is not the enthusiasm for the new love, but the memorial to the dead. This man has passed away, which is ultimately an unconcealed fact. A simple and beautiful vision will always exist in the concept. Any other form of memorial is blasphemy.

The sound of lonely footsteps echoed on the stairs. Lu Shaozhen finally understood why he was chasing the black shadow without hesitation. In fact, the black shadow was just a symbol of his escape. When Lu Shaozhen felt that his hope was shattered and ashamed, anything that could attract attention could attract Lu Shaozhen. Therefore, Lu Shaozhen was not brave enough to pursue the enemy, but was indulging in the past and fleeing in the desert.

In fact, it would be okay if Yun Daixi was not his ex-girlfriend, but the fact was so cruel. Lu Shaozhen finally left room for fantasy, and was squeezed out by reality and was invincible.

Tears finally found a reasonable explanation... Lu Shaozhen sighed lonelyly.

In this way, he came to the corner of the stairs on the fourth floor. Lu Shaozhen just glanced at the things on the ground. During the pursuit, he slipped and fell and fell forward. He was not in the mood to check what it was. At this time, even if Mount Tai collapsed, he could not be interested.

"Tada." The footsteps were empty, responding to the light revealed by the extremely blurred floor-to-ceiling windows, making them look extremely quiet.

Then this situation continued until Lu Shaozhen went down to the third floor.

At the corner of the stairs, Lu Shaozhen was immersed in his sorrow and could not extricate himself. He lowered his head halfway, and his eyes were looking at the road, but he actually looked at the void.

He took a step forward, and the ground was a little slippery. It seemed that he had to walk carefully, otherwise he might not have the luck of that time if he fell another front flip.

I took a step forward carefully, huh? What's going on? There was a bunch of scattered things piled up there in a very vain way. To put it bluntly, it sounds like rotten and fatty pork.

oh.

Lu Shaozhen didn't care. His mind was not at all. In this way, he went down to another level.

It should be the third floor at this time.

Well. Hum? Why is lard still here? Lu Shaozhen stopped instantly, feeling a little incredible, and at the same time his thoughts returned to the reality.

Why do this lard-like thing have three layers? Lu Shaozhen was puzzled by this inexplicable situation, because in his impression, these slippery things exist on the fifth layer.

Is it because my consciousness was wrong? Or I didn’t realize that there was this thing in the first few layers? But it was impossible. If there were any, I would have run so quickly that I would have fallen to eat shit.

After scratching the back of his head, Lu Shaozhen continued to walk down without believing in evil. At this time, the light around him seemed to have changed a little, but this was just the reaction of Lu Shaozhen's subject, and it was very likely to be affected by irrational factors such as emotions, and it seemed to have become an unverifiable phenomenon.

In this way, he lowered another layer. This time he felt completely shocked, because the lard was still piled up there! What happened? There was this thing in every layer? Lu Shaozhen's mouth opened, staring at the pile of rotten things shrouded in the hazy light. After a while, he had some thoughts in his mind, but he was unbelievable and uncertain. Then he groped all over, trying to find something that could be used as a mark.

At this time, Lu Shaozhen's body was left with only ragged jeans except for the almost stranded shirt. Even the motorcycle suit was left in the warehouse. The "Experimental Data Record" booklet compressed into a ball when stored in his jeans pocket and the piece of paper taken out of the warehouse table. Both of them became wrinkled because they accompanied Lu Shaozhen through many storms, and the handwriting on it was wet with sweat to a little misty.
Chapter completed!