Chapter 40 Teleportation Magic

All along, Shen Ti's way of cognizing and feeling the world has been vague and fast. In his eyes, all things are like massive amounts of data, which are poured into his brain through a certain channel, and are absorbed and mastered very quickly. There is no need to pay too much attention and analysis, and there is no need.

So he observes most of the time, but only in observation.

Everyone I meet in my life is like a simple sample. I read it all the way and turn a book, leaving what I have learned and letting go of irrelevant meanings.

Smoothly flipping through the book of the world, until this moment, Shen Ti was stuck for the first time.

He was stuck on a page of illustrations called An Wu Jiu.

This beautiful and intricate illustration seems to be inserted in the air. It appeared unexpectedly in all the scenes that could have been expected, disrupting Shen Ti's pace. In this regard, his observation goes far beyond the perfunctory of a sample, but involuntarily tries to go deeper and deeper.

Since then, a desire has sprung up, wanting to understand, want to master, want to get in touch. Shen Ti tentatively defines it as curiosity.

He didn't want to turn the page of An Wu Jiu casually, so he stopped for him.

After entering the new room, Wu You's first reaction was to look up at the ceiling. The dome here is somewhat similar to the one in the bunker last time, and there are even religious murals on it. The frescoes are mainly in gold and white colors, depicting the Pope and believers, but in the middle is a black oval with sharp ends.

After looking at it for a long time, a strange feeling gradually emerged, like seeing an unfathomable eye, an endless black hole.

"thanks."

The uncontrollable thoughts were interrupted by a thank you, Wu You regained his senses, turned his head and looked over, it was Nan Shan who handed over.

"I was really stunned. If it wasn't for you, I might be in trouble now."

When the two were about to look at each other, Wu You turned his face away.

"Brother Wu Jiu saved you."

"I... just got a needle."

Nan Shan smiled, still thanked him and corrected the content, "Then thank you for giving me the needle, otherwise I won't be able to wake up."

After he finished speaking, he turned around again and handed over to An Wu Jiu.

Seeing Nan Shan thanking him, An Wu Jiu wanted to wave his hand, but felt that his wrist was being restrained, then he remembered that his hand was still tightly held by Shen Ti, so he raised his hand, trying to break free from Shen Ti's hand.

But Nan Shan first stretched out the hand of peace and pressed down the two hands that were connected to An Wu Jiu and Shen Ti, "I understand, I understand..."

What does he know? An Wujiu is very inexplicable.

But he was still a little concerned about Shen Ti's physical condition, so he asked again, "Are you all right?"

Shen Ti seemed to have lost his mind, but he regained his senses because of his words, and those green eyes glanced at him.

"fine."

After realizing it, he let go of An Wujiu's hand, but he didn't let go directly, but his fingers loosened, stagnant for half a second, and finally let go.

An Wujiu can finally focus on this circus.

Completely cut off from the outside world, it was bigger and emptier than expected, the room was filled with an eerie mist, and the humidity gave the place a rotten and damp smell.

The four walls are painted with all kinds of circus animals, monkeys in red square caps, covered with quilts

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elephant, tiger with ferrule, fluffy white rabbit in black top hat. But it was probably a long time ago, these paintings that should have been bright have been stripped of most of their colors, and everything has become old, yellow, and gray, like works from a lifetime ago.

Nevertheless, it is not difficult to glimpse the prosperity of this circus theater.

Josh picked up the boxes and cards that An Wu Jiu had thrown from the ground. He found that these cards were mostly written for A02, and rarely for D03, which was himself.

"Did you find this in that room?" He handed it to An Wujiu.

The cards are full of children's handwriting, and the writing is crooked, which is very cute. Many were given to A02, thank him for the small cakes and gifts he gave them, and hope he can visit them on this floor more in the future.

Some tell A02 about their pain of being sick, want to eat candy, and watch cartoons when they want an infusion; others hope that A02 can tell them more stories.

It's not hard to see from these cards that these kids really like A02.

"This is so cute." Josh read it out, "Brother A02, can you not bring A01 when you come over next time, he is too fierce, I don't like him, I only like you."

Zhong Yirou, who was still very weak at the side, laughed softly, "This feels... It's very similar to what Wu You would write when he was a child."

Wu You didn't agree, and pressed his hat down, out of sight and out of mind.

The previous video and audio, as well as these cards, seem to be depicting the people who work here, especially A02, who is only on the second floor, so much information about him has already appeared.

An Wujiu thought, the story of A02 might be an important opportunity to find an exit from here.

The milky white mist stretched all the way to the mahogany stage on the far right, and the stage, which was already quite large, became more and more empty because it was empty. Behind the stage is a dark red velvet curtain, like a peaceful pool of blood under the breeze, the layers of waves seem to be frozen.

"I thought there was really a circus show here..." Josh looked around, the circus theater was so empty that you could almost hear echoes, "Nothing."

Originally, they scattered and checked around, but an inexplicable strangeness hovered in this empty theater like vultures, and the diminishing sense of security in their hearts made them involuntarily gather again.

Wu You's mind was a little confused at the moment. His eyes kept looking at Nan Shan. After the injection, Nan Shan woke up and was able to stand like them, but his lips were terribly pale.

"I have something to say." Wu You opened his lips, his voice echoed in the terribly quiet theater for a long time, attracting everyone's attention. Wu You walked up to Nan Shan, and without saying a word, he reached out and pushed away his raised collar. At the beginning, Nan Shan felt strange, so he raised his hand subconsciously and wanted to ask him what was wrong.

But he soon saw that Zhong Yirou's expression changed and became very ugly.

Wu You was very close to him, raised his eyes to meet him, then moved away and said to everyone, "I also found it during the first aid. The scar on his neck is almost the same as Zhong Yirou's."

At this moment, many things have found a reason. Nan Shan finally understood why she often felt inexplicable suffocation, and she couldn't adjust her deep breathing.

An Wu Jiu walked closer, staring at the scar on Nan Shan's neck, the color of this scar has turned purple, the width is almost the same as the one on Zhong Yirou's neck, half the width of a knuckle, and there are lines left by weaving on it.

"It shouldn't be," Josh was puzzled, "Erci and I saw Yirou being strangled by the fake blameless, and we were the one who rescued her, but Nanshan never strangled her neck at all. Well, why are there streaks? Could it be…”

He made a terrible guess, "Is this streak contagious? Like an infectious disease?"

"If it was really an infection, it should have been passed on to us, but it was Nanshan. According to the current situation, it can only be started layer by layer. Both of them are in the E layer, so they have the same It happened." Yang Erci's face was calm, and one arm went around Zhong Yirou's shoulder and supported her, "The altar must not want a family-like ending, this game is a mechanism for leveling up through levels, perhaps this is to prevent the occurrence of Everyone can safely enter the top floor and find the obstacles to the exit.”

Josh's focus was on 'starting layer by layer', and he was uneasy, "Is it me next?"

An Wu Jiu continued, “It’s just a guess, there is no certainty as to how the lehen came to be. Everyone must stick to the last level together, don’t panic, or you will defeat yourself.”

His tone was firm, as calm and sure as he had just built a long ladder above the magma at a critical moment, as if everything was in his calculations. All of a sudden, Josh calmed down a little.

In fact, An Wu Jiu felt that the same wound on Nan Shan's neck was not as simple as the blocking mechanism. When reuniting with them on the first floor, An Wujiu heard Zhong Yirou talk about being strangled by the fake self with a leather whip.

The wounds on Nan Shan and Zhong Yirou's necks seemed to be left by the whip.

Suddenly, a cold wind gusted out of thin air in the theater, and the wind rolled up the mist, blurring the vision for a while, and at this moment, all the lights went out, and the darkness covered everything like a monstrous ocean wave.

In the next second, a bunch of cool white ceiling lights came down above the stage, like a sharp blade poking straight down, breaking the darkness. After the ceiling lights, there were not many small lights on the ceiling above the stage, like sparse stars in the night sky.

"Sit down everyone."

A shrill voice appeared, and the tone of speaking had a strange sense of fairy tale, "Sit quickly!" But I could only hear the voice, but not the person.

Everyone looked around for the figure of the speaker, and when they turned around, they found that there were six more neatly arranged mahogany chairs in the empty space behind them.

There are red projections floating on the chairs, marked with their names, and everyone has their own chair.

Except for the blameless.

"If you don't sit down, the show can't start."

"Sit down." Yang Erci sat down first, "It should be a new game."

The others also sat down one by one, except An Wu Jiu, who had to stand aside as there was no seat. He looked at the others, his eyes stopped on Shen Ti's body, but he didn't expect this guy to just look up at him. The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Then, Shen Ti patted An Wujiu's legs together.

An Wu Jiu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head away.

There must be something wrong with this person.

This action is that Shen Ti searched for a certain memory in a very short period of time. The mother sitting on the roadside patted her child on the leg. The child happily went over and sat in the mother's arms.

But this effect seems to be... not feasible in practice.

Everyone took their seats according to their names, and the voice didn't appear immediately, Wu You was a little strange, "Why isn't there a seat for Brother Wu Jiu?"

Is there any danger?

An Wu Jiu was calm, he didn't think too much about his specialness, he turned his face to appease Wu You, but suddenly found that all of their chairs were not right.

Each one was bleeding along the legs of the chairs, and at this moment, the blood was all over the place.

"Why are you bleeding?"

Hearing his question, everyone looked down at themselves. They didn't feel any pain, but it seemed like a hole had been opened in their stomach, and fresh blood continued to flow out.

Nan Shan asked about the blood on her hands, feeling that something was not right.

"It's like an illusion," he said.

Still, that real fishy-sweet smell spread through the moist mist. In the darkness, there seemed to be countless eyes staring at them, and that strange and indescribable feeling began to erode the whole body little by little.

"Thank you for coming to the theater! I'm your Mr. Rabbit!"

Everyone raised their heads when they heard the sound, and a rabbit wearing a black top hat suddenly appeared in the center of the stage, bowing to them in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Since everyone has arrived, let's start."

He straightened up, raised his arms and clapped his furry hands. Suddenly, a white peony appeared in his hand. Mr. Rabbit smiled and threw the peony flower from his left hand to his right hand, and the peony flower changed from one to two.

He giggled and turned around with a jump. The peony flowers turned into a whole bunch, almost unbearable.

"There are so many flowers, you have to find a way to use them out." Mr. Rabbit held the flowers and danced twice on the stage. Two ruby-like eyeballs rolled around, and stood in the center of the stage. Finally, he threw the bouquet in his hand into the sky.

The snow-white peony turned into a dense sky of petals, like a rain of flowers that blurred vision. After all the petals swayed and fell, two golden bird cages appeared together out of thin air in the center of the stage.

"It's turned into a cage!" Mr. Rabbit jumped forward, opened the door of the birdcage, and got in, "Just a me!"

An Wu Jiu who was standing aside looked at the others, and found that the blood disappeared in an instant, everyone was silent, almost attentively watching the performance of the rabbit on the stage. There seemed to be an inexplicable attraction that drew everyone's attention to the stage, unable to escape.

Except for Shen Ti, he was still the same as before, lacking interest in everything, raised his hand and yawned, sat on the chair and stretched, and finally collapsed on the back of the chair.

Rabbit came out of the cage, "I need to separate them now, yes, both." After that, he bounced and pushed the two huge bird cages apart to the opposite ends of the stage.

"The performance will start soon, everyone, don't worry." The rabbit jumped to the center of the stage, looked left and right, confirmed the position of the two bird cages, and then looked down the stage.

"Now I need a volunteer, yes, this magic needs another person, who would like to come up and experience it?"

No one spoke, but that rabbit's scarlet eyes were aimed at An Wu Jiu, and there was a strange smile on his face.

"Then ask the gentleman who received the flowers to come to the stage."

An Wu Jiu was stunned for a while, suddenly he felt something, he raised his hand and put a peony on his right ear.

"Don't go up." Shen Ti, who was still sleepy just now, was extremely awake at this time.

"Oh, if no one comes up..." Rabbit's lips line up, as if laughing all the time, "Then I can only use some rude means to pick a person up from below, which may be very dangerous."

Hearing this sentence, An Wu Jiu still walked towards the stage.

"Tasks always have to be done by someone."

Shen Ti knew that this sentence was for him.

He got up to replace, but found that he couldn't get up, couldn't speak, couldn't make An Wujiu stop.

The body seems to be fixed to this chair.

An Wu Jiu finally stepped onto the stage, the rabbit jumped to his side, a huge sense of oppression enveloped him.

"I promise you, this performance will bring the greatest joy to your friends, trust me!" He stretched out a furry hand and pointed the way to An Wujiu.

"Now, please enter the bird cage on the left."

An Wu Jiu did as he did, he walked over and observed the structure of the bird cage, it was similar to the previous warm-up match for the bird in the cage, the workmanship was fine and it was difficult to escape.

He walked into the birdcage, and the rabbit followed, closed the door of the birdcage, and took out a huge lock, and locked the birdcage.

Then he hopped to the other end of the stage and locked the other empty cage.

Mr. Rabbit returned to the center of the stage, and at the same time when he opened his arms, two pieces of black flannel fell from the sky, and placed them on the two bird cages without any bias, completely covering the gold wire cages.

"Now, don't blink, everyone, I will let everyone see the most wonderful teleportation!"

teleportation?

An Wujiu in the cage stretched out into the darkness, he couldn't see anything, only the voice of the rabbit could be heard.

"Countdown! Three—"

Shen Ti under the stage also felt very bad. He struggled with all his strength, but he was still unable to get up from this chair.

"two"

"Ann..." He spoke hard, but could only utter incoherent monosyllables.

But An Wu Jiu heard it, he also wanted to speak, but in a split second.

"one!"

The black flannel on the birdcage on the left was lifted.

There was nothing inside, only a solitary snow-white peony that had fallen into the cage.

Rabbit giggled, picked up the peony and threw it under the stage, the flower fell on Shen Ti's lap along a parabola.

Looking up again, Mr. Rabbit has come to the right side of the stage. He grabbed the black flannel and pulled it hard.

"This is the miracle of teleportation!"

An Wu Jiu, who was in the bird cage on the left just now, was teleported to the bird cage on the right across the entire long stage.

"Surprise? Excited?" The rabbit bounced around the stage.

The door was opened and An Wu Jiu walked out from inside with a calm expression.

"Thank you for your cooperation, beautiful sir, you can step down and hug your friends."

An Wu Jiu walked off the stage and walked towards Shen Ti with a faint smile on his face.

Seeing him appear safely, Shen Ti's heart gradually let go, perhaps because of the weird atmosphere here, an indescribable emotion surged in his heart again, and his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

In front of the stage, the magical transmission of the two golden bird cages was splendid. Behind the stage, a huge red velvet curtain hides a huge, immortal glass dome-like installation.

The top of the sealed glass device is connected to a water pipe, and the water is poured into it continuously, a little bit past the bottom, not past the chains that lock the ankles, not past the feet and knees, and diffused towards the waist.

The unconscious An Wu Jiu was submerged in the water, the hem of his white shirt gradually floated and swayed.

Like a fragile and beautiful white peony.