Chapter 437: Chapter 356: The Devil is Hidden in the Details
The two returned to the subway.
Compared to the relaxed and happy journey earlier, this ti the car was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Mr. Mingyuan, listen carefully."
Jiuyue nodded toward two high school students not far from them, one of whom was holding onto a handrail, his eyebrows animated as he recounted the latest issue of a battle manga. His soul afla with juvenile passion, he seed to imagine himself as the protagonist of the manga, shouting out the nas of cool moves with fervor.
Next to the high schoolers, an office worker was on a call that appeared to be with his superior. His tone was extrely respectful, repeatedly saying "I understand, I will handle it imdiately."
After hanging up the phone, the man’s face suddenly changed, and he gnashed his teeth while glaring at his phone screen, as if he had cursed his boss hundreds of tis in his mind for calling after work hours.
"That’s the detail I ntioned."
In real mory, "deep mory" is always noisy, storing a vast amount of information deed unimportant by the "surface consciousness," but at that mont, every bit of it reached Duan Mingyuan’s ears completely.
Compared to ordinary people, Duan Mingyuan’s senses were much sharper; he could even hear clearly what people at the other end of the subway car were saying.
Duan Mingyuan nodded, accepting Dr. Jiuyue’s diagnosis, "This is a real mory."
He had been here that night, so he heard all the "noise" in this subway car.
This was in a completely opposite direction from going ho, which ant that even if he had not visited the abandoned construction site, he had not gone ho after school either.
Soon, the subway once again entered the station where the abandoned construction site was located.
"Mr. Mingyuan, there’s sothing I’ve been curious about, does the ’deep mory’ world have boundaries?"
"Boundaries?"
"For example, for those parts that don’t exist in your mory, if we forcibly enter there, will your brain fill in those areas, or will we be stopped by invisible walls?"
According to Jiuyue’s observations, their movents in the mory space seed completely free.
They could follow the imprint of high school Duan Mingyuan all the way here, and it seed they could also head in a completely opposite direction, "Or more precisely, what would happen if we don’t get off at this stop?"
Since the subway travels out of the boundary of the mory, would they be transported back here, or would they fall out of the map into a bug space like in a video ga?
Jiuyue stared at the high school Duan Mingyuan; even if it started over, his intention to get off was very strong.
The mont the subway doors opened, he stepped off and once again walked toward the exit.
However, revisiting this old place, Duan Mingyuan and Jiuyue both spotted a clue.
The pedestrians outside the station started disappearing from this mont.
"He wants us to get off at this station,"
Jiuyue said.
And once off here, they would repeat the mory they had just experienced.
The empty streets, just a black sedan passing them, following which the contents of "The Revival of the Dead" ensued.
"This is the diverging point."
It was both the dividing line between reality and fiction and the guide in the fabricated mory for Duan Mingyuan, leading them to get off at this station, which also ant that the past Duan Mingyuan, while fabricating this section of mory, did not wish for them to continue on this subway.
Duan Mingyuan did not respond, but made the sa decision as Jiuyue.
They remained in the last car.
The high school Duan Mingyuan quickly disappeared at the station’s turn, he stepped onto the escalator, heading towards the haunted abandoned construction site.
The subway started again.
The rumbling was particularly piercing this ti, and the carriage began to shake unnaturally.
With a sound similar to glass shattering, the subway plunged into prolonged darkness where one couldn’t see their own hands. No passengers spoke again, only the sound of the subway moving on the tracks made the two of them realize that the train was still heading toward the next station.
The journey, which lasted three minutes, had a fixed ti for each departure and arrival at stations.
At the next platform, light finally seeped in.
A blood-red light shone in from outside.
The passengers on the train had not disappeared, and when Jiuyue saw them again, their faces were distorted, eyes gone, mouths agape like corpses as they all looked towards them.
The silent and eerie atmosphere made her hairs stand on end, and the visually striking scene frightened her so much that even her tail stiffened.
According to the theory proposed by Duan Mingyuan, they and these passengers were people from two different worlds.
No matter what they did, it would not affect the passengers’ behavior. Similarly, the passengers would absolutely not notice the presence of these "intruders."
However, at this mont, that invisible wall had been broken.
"Could it be... you were originally planning to get off, but then suddenly realized that a malevolent spirit had appeared on the subway?"
Jiuyue blurted out, since these passengers looked no different from corpses.
"This is a warning,"
Duan Mingyuan shook his head, "It must be warning us not to go any further."
But on the other hand, this scene confird that he had indeed taken the subway to this platform that night, and when he subconsciously forged this mory, he was warning his future self not to proceed any further.
A warning not to go any further.
"This isn’t an attack by a malevolent spirit."
Duan Mingyuan looked at his own reflection seated opposite the two of them.
The version of himself who had originally gotten off at the last station reappeared, becoming the only person who still seed normal in this bizarre space.
At that mont, what he held in his hands was not a notebook and clipped news reports, but a dical record card.
He stared down at the contents of the dical record card, furrowing his brow.
The passengers beca increasingly eerie and distorted, and their elongated heads twitched. No longer discussing popular animations, they started muttering so unintelligible whispers.
"This is history that has already occurred. We can determine the actual environnt from my reaction at the ti."
At least, he didn’t seem like he was suddenly caught in a malevolent spirit attack at the ti.
"Oh, hahaha, indeed, I... no, Dr. Olive Fox September’s theory is correct."
Jiuyue gathered her spirit and agreed.
The scene here made her uncomfortable, presumably what people often refer to as "losing sanity." More than the visual pollution, what worried her more was Duan Mingyuan’s ntal state.
Because this didn’t seem like the way a ntally stable person would issue a warning.
"That’s right, Jiuyue, maybe you really are a genius."
The subway made the sound of starting up once more.
Duan Mingyuan appeared unfazed, not shaken in the least by violating the warning.
Under Dr. Jiuyue’s diagnosis, their investigation finally made progress.
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