Chapter 3923 Flamenco
In a daze, Angel felt his thoughts sinking into the deep sea of ​​silence.
Dark, quiet, and boundless.
I don't know how long I have been sinking, but a subtle undercurrent suddenly appeared around me.
These undercurrents pushed his thoughts back and forth.
Angel could withdraw from his thoughts at any time, but he did not do so. He wanted to see where this undercurrent would push him...
The flow of time in his thoughts was not consistent with the outside world. It was even slower. He had no idea how much time had passed. He only felt that the undercurrent that pushed him forward slowly weakened and eventually disappeared.
The body of thoughts transformed from thoughts slowly raised its head.
Angel found that there was a thin mist all around. The mist was not thick, but it was present in all directions.
He subconsciously wanted to move forward and enter the mist.
But at this moment, Angel had a spiritual feeling. This seemed to be an extremely fragile space. His entry was already the limit. Once there was no undercurrent to fuel the fire, he would have to rely on his own subjective consciousness to move.
If so, this space will be shattered immediately.
Once broken, his thoughts will immediately withdraw and return to reality.
Angel was not ready to leave yet, he still wanted to explore the secrets here, so he hesitated and finally stopped moving.
I just kept looking around, trying to see through the mist and see what was behind the fog.
After looking back at the surroundings for more than a while, Angel finally saw some different scenes behind the mist.
Covered by the fog, Angel couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely see figures squatting on the broken ice, with the turbulent ocean below.
The ice seemed to be cracking, and every time it cracked, figures fell into the sea.
Cries arose everywhere.
I don't know how many people fell down, but only a few were left on the thin ice.
Among the remaining people, one figure is clearer than the others, as if he is under a different filter.
And that man had conspicuous red hair and an emerald hanging on his chest.
Her face was obscured by the mist, so she couldn't see it clearly, but she should be... a woman with a graceful figure.
The red-haired woman was also huddled on the remaining ice, shivering, seemingly desperate, waiting for the final death...
At this moment, a backlit figure flew in from a distance.
The first one rescued the red-haired woman and placed her on the solid ice in the distance. Then he continued to rescue other people on the broken ice, while the red-haired woman looked at the backlit figure infatuatedly...
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"Is this a hero saving a beauty?" Angel muttered in his mind, wondering what these pictures meant.
After a while, the "hero saves the beauty" scene behind the mist disappeared.
Just as Angel was about to reminisce, he discovered that a new scene also appeared behind another piece of mist next door.
The content of the scene is different from the previous one. There is only one figure, which is the red-haired woman.
Even though the scene is mostly obscured by mist, the iconic red hair is like a leaping flame, full of flamboyant vitality.
The red-haired woman was crouching at the low table. There was a light shining on the table. She was crouching at the desk and writing quickly, as if she was writing something.
As she wrote, she murmured in a low voice: "Since the day I was rescued by you, your figure has been like the mirror ghost in Resentful Girl Town. Whenever I do anything, I can see you, accompanying you like a shadow."
By my side..."
"Hmm...Wouldn't it be a bit scary to write like this, but I just want to express my love."
"Forget it, change it."
"Your figure is like an oil painting hanging behind a myitsu mirror. It was the first thing I saw when I was reborn. It is deeply rooted in my heart and will never be forgotten."
"If you want..."
Although she only whispered occasionally, Angel still heard that she was writing a letter, as if she was preparing to confess? And the person to whom she was confessing, if nothing unexpected happened, should be the backlit figure who saved her in the previous scene.
The time span in the scene is very large.
She kept writing letters, receiving replies, and then writing again.
She did not read aloud every time she wrote a letter, but judging from the words she occasionally muttered, her confession had some twists and turns, but the final result should be successful.
In the blink of an eye, the scene behind the mist disappeared again.
But Angel saw a new scene behind another mist nearby.
The scene this time was also in the "letter writing" scene, but the red-haired woman did not write a letter at this time, nor did she talk to herself. Instead, she picked up a sharp pen and stabbed herself in the chest.
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The blood seeping out slowly dyed the emerald on her chest red.
Then……
Everything is silent.
The scene disappeared again, and Angel subconsciously turned around to look for the next scene.
However, this time he did not see any scenes again. The surrounding mist seemed to have solidified, no longer showing any scenes.
Angel had roughly understood at this moment that he should have entered a certain "memory".
Angel still doesn't know why there is an extra memory in the embryo of the login device, and why the memory is even related to the nightmare.
But he had a vague guess that perhaps this memory came from a material with strong emotions in the embryo.
This is what he and Uncle Ben were talking about before, the spirituality of the embryo and the source of personality bias.
Of course, all this is just a guess on his part at the moment.
But it doesn't matter, he has a way to prove it.
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Angel looked at the memory space shrouded in mist.
Confirming that no more memory scenes would appear, he let his missing body take a step forward, using the operation of his subjective consciousness to move forward.
The next second, the memory space was like broken glass, disintegrating instantly.
Angel's thoughts smoothly returned to the outside world.
Angel opened his eyes, and the surroundings changed from the hazy mist back to the bubble workshop. The flames continued to burn on the experimental table, and Benbo looked at Angel with expectant eyes.
"How long did I close my eyes just now?" Angel asked Ben Bo.
Ben Bo: "Close your eyes? About half a minute."
Half a minute? A trance flashed in Angel's eyes. Sure enough, his perception of time in his thinking space was completely different from the outside world. He felt like he was sinking into the "deep sea" and stayed in that memory for at least half a day, but
It was only half a minute in the outside world.
"Why, you couldn't have already figured out how to get into shape in just half a minute, right?"
Angel smiled: "I haven't decided how to shape it specifically, but I have some ideas, and I may need to find someone to confirm."
"Looking for someone to verify?" Bember paused: "Are you going to leave first?"
Angel shook his head: "No need to leave, I'm going to log in to the Dream Crystal Plains and will be back soon."
Although Ben Bo didn't know what Angel wanted to prove, he still nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for you here."
Angel didn't hesitate, sat down cross-legged and fell into a deep sleep.
Benbo looked at Angel who was sleeping soundly, looked at him curiously for a moment, then turned his head silently, and began to scold You Yan for his stupidity.
Angel said he would be back soon, and he was indeed back soon. In less than ten minutes, he opened his eyes.
Uncle Ben: "How's it going? Did you get the confirmation?"
Angel shook his head: "I haven't fully verified it yet, but the progress has already reached half. If the remaining half is left, I need Mr. Benbo to help me complete it."
"I?"
"Yes. I would like to ask, what auxiliary materials did Youyan use when forging Orha steel?"
To be continued...