Du Ziming finally walked through this long no-man's space and was about to go back and face Wu Huib.
The reward for getting through the long space is a pistol. It is said that as long as you hit the master with this pistol, you will win. But so far they haven't found the mastermind.
And Du Ziming played with the gun in his hand.
He seemed to be thinking about something, but the next moment, Du Ziming suddenly pointed his gun at Wu Huib.
Wu Hui was very calm: "The reason?"
Du Ziming: "There are only two people here, either you or me. And, based on my observations so far, the master is indeed among us."
"The arrangement of this game is too mechanical, and there is no intention to adjust in time. This is not like the style of the master. Even I have seen through him but he does not make targeted adjustments."
"Coupled with this reminder, the most likely possibility is that the master has already hidden his memory and is hiding among us. But I am not sure whether it is me or you."
There's only one bullet in the gun.
Moreover, Du Ziming could feel that this bullet was very powerful and contained the power of the Master. If you are hit, don't think about resurrection for at least a few thousand years.
You can't guess wrong, there are no second chances.
So, who should this shot be fired at?
Du Ziming smiled and threw the gun to Wu Hui: "You decide. The master should be able to figure out that I will be the one who gets the gun in the end, so...it's better for someone else to make the decision."
Wu Hui held a pistol.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he put away the gun: "Since there is no time limit, let's not rush to shoot. Wait until we think about it clearly."
"If in the end we are just left with one person to shoot, all the previous games will be in vain, then the master's game is too rough."
Du Ziming shrugged: "But there is nothing else here. The master's arrangement is over. I didn't shoot, and you didn't shoot either. Could it be his psychological suggestion?"
"Perhaps." Wu Hui narrowed his eyes: "But there is only one gun, and it would be irresponsible to shoot it casually. Let's go over the situation from the beginning."
"Okay." Du Ziming sat down cross-legged: "I'll start by talking about my experience."
"I was recuperating that day, and I was playing something with Baitao. But suddenly Baitao told me that the game had started, and I was pulled into an illusion between reality and fiction for a long time."
"Now it seems that it should be the master's process of completely pulling me into an illusion and separating my personality from my body. My mental ability is relatively strong, so if he wants to do this, he can't pull me away directly like you. "
"Then, he told me that I was Wu Hui, which should have completed my personality, whether it was exchange or copying. In short, after that, what I controlled became your body."
"After burning the first layer of illusion, we went all the way here. I entered the white space with the playing cards, and then..."
Du Ziming told his story completely. Including another Wu Hui's voice that sounded in his mind.
Wu Hui asked about a few small details, and then began to close his eyes and meditate.
"Would it be a lie if the ruler said it directly?" Wu Hui asked.
"Well, he prefers to lie to people with the truth. It seems to be more pleasurable for him, but he can't be sure. But generally speaking, most of them are true, and only the most critical part is concealed or misleading." Du Ziming Now there is one thing to say.
"You want to use a playing card to come out of the spiritual world? Which one do you use?"
"Your Majesty. I suspect there is something wrong with leaving that card on me." Du Ziming continued to answer. Not only be honest, but tell him what was in your mind when you made the decision.
Wu Hui thought for a long time without speaking, then stood up: "Relax your mind, I want to enter your spiritual world."
"Actually, it's your spiritual world. I'm just a guest." Du Ziming spread his hands: "Then, please come in. I hope you can appreciate the fun of spiritual abilities..."
"Funness has never been important." Wu Hui stretched out his tentacle and inserted it into Du Ziming's mind.
Transparent psychiatric ward.
The two Wu Hui looked at each other.
Who is true and who is false, or both are true and false. It seems to be unimportant at this moment.
Because Wu Hui saw that the pistol was actually brought into this mental space by himself. Therefore, this pistol may not be used in reality, but is intended to be used here.
However, is reality really reality? In front of the Master, can you really tell the difference between true and false?
Wu Hui walked out of the ward.
I saw twelve Wu Hui in white coats walking from all directions. One of them was also supporting Lin Qingwen.
There was a bit of madness on their faces.
"I understand." Wu Hui said: "You are not Wu Hui. You are... playing cards."
"Can four playing cards be combined into one Wu Hui? Hearts should be feelings, clubs are wisdom, and diamonds are self-knowledge? Spades are memories... Are these all provided by the master... Is the real Wu Hui me? Or are they scattered everywhere in this spiritual world?"
"Where's the little ace? Has it been consumed?"
A voice from behind said: "No."
Wu Hui turned his head and saw a mirror, with a gray version of himself in the mirror.
"Hurry up and take your memory to the upper level." Wu Hui in the mirror said: "This is the second farthest level from reality. You have to go back to the previous place."
"..." Wu Hui was silent for a moment, looking at the gradually distorted and chaotic spiritual world around him. Looking at the large number of Wu Hui around, the gun in his hand only had one bullet.
Who can be trusted? Are these playing cards okay? Is the gray Wu Hui in the mirror okay? Can you do it yourself?
The spiritual world in front of me is indeed as illogical and broken as a dream. This is not in line with Wu Hui's mental state. After all, Wu Hui's physiological structure has long been different from that of humans. Ordinary humans will have various mental fragments and forget many important things. But Wu Hui doesn't, even his subconscious is still in order.
Unless Wu Hui suffered some kind of attack that caused his spiritual world to collapse. Or maybe this is not Wu Hui's spiritual world at all.
"Have you thought about it?" Gray Wu Hui asked him in the mirror.
Wu Hui nodded and first destroyed the soul composed of thirteen playing cards, then took Lin Qingwen with him and smashed the mirror in front of him with one punch.
Amidst the noise, Wu Hui opened his eyes.
He broke the mirror in front of him, and his own voice rang in his head: "Du Ziming, why are you convulsing again?"
This is the bathroom of an apartment, and in front of it is the mirror he broke.
Wu Ziming's face was reflected in the broken mirror.
Wu Hui, who came out of the dream at the bottom, also merged with his memory and remembered... the fact that he was Du Ziming.
