Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

It was exactly the same as what I saw at the beginning, seventeen students and one teacher.

"Classmates, come in quickly, there's a ghost outside!"

The teacher urged in a gruff voice, waving his hand to let Li Mo enter the broadcasting room.

The other students also showed expressions of fear on their faces, and some of them echoed the teacher's voice.

Li Mo did not respond, because at this moment he had already entered the broadcasting room. These people were not talking to him, but to the self in his memory.

The self in my memory is right beside him.

Li Mo stood in the corridor, silently looking at himself a long time ago who was full of vigor, expectations and confidence.

The me in my memory didn't go in. I pretended to be clueless and teased, "Teacher, you're already so old, do you still believe in ghosts? I'm a staunch materialist and don't believe in anything that can't be explained by science."

He reached into the bag inside his clothes, pulled out a silver coin, and threw it into the crowd.

The moment the strange coin fell to the ground, the director came out and picked up the coin.

Li Mo was almost in sync with the director who was replaced by the human-headed ghost.

However, the purpose was completely different. The coin cracked quickly the moment it was picked up. Li Mo repaired it with a light twist, and the coin remained intact.

"It's just a memory. Even if you interfere, you can't change anything." Irene reminded.

"I know."

Li Mo did not explain why he did this.

He shifted his gaze to Saori Tsuruyu, who was timid in the corner.

The scene of everyone being wiped out in the auditorium is still vivid in my mind...

"So, why did you ask me to come to this memory?" Li Mo asked.

Irene walked to Eckley's side, and the rosemary emitted a faint blue light, covering the cracks on Eckley's neck.

"We'll know soon."

Time passed quickly, Aikeli Shawei's identity was exposed, and Memory Li Mo revealed the fact that she was replaced by a ghost.

A crack went all the way around the neck.

After Aikeli finished his last words, Memory Li Mo and the other students escaped from the broadcasting room and ran to the next safe place.

In the silent broadcasting room, Ackley sat on the floor with his back against the door, his unfocused pupils flickering like the chandelier on the ceiling.

Sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

“She” may not be the students’ principal, but she has indeed fulfilled her duties during this period, and the last thing “she” needs to do is not to cause trouble to the living.

"She" is dead.

This is the last gift of the deceased.

The living will try their best to live on, and then one day, give new meaning to the death of the deceased.

"This is not my memory." Li Mo immediately looked at Irene, "I don't have any memory of Ekri Shave waiting to die in the broadcasting room. I should be on my way to the auditorium at this time."

The memory scene still remained in the broadcasting room and did not flow with Memory Li Mo's perspective.

Irene smiled. "It's just a memory, but I didn't say whose memory it was, did I? There are yours, hers, students', and even... a human-headed ghost."

Li Mo was stunned and didn't say much.

Time passed silently, "Crack!"

The sound of a broken spine attracted Li Mo's attention.

Li Mo immediately looked back and saw that Aike's head was constantly falling off his body.

"Ugh!"

Ikeli tried his best to keep his head pressed against his neck with both hands to maintain consciousness.

It's a pity... all efforts are in vain.

His two hands scratched his scalp and drilled into his skull. Ikeli bumped around in the radio room like a headless fly that couldn't find its way, leaving blood and flesh everywhere.

Suddenly, Aikeli stopped where he was, in a trance for a moment.

It was at this moment of trance that the head was separated from the neck, with only a few vertebrae connecting to the head, and there was a risk of death at any time.

With his head falling off his neck, Ekri's consciousness could no longer be maintained and would dissipate at an extremely fast speed.

When the consciousness of the living person completely dissipates, that is when the human-headed ghost will become active.

"She is using her living consciousness to fight against the laws of ghosts. Once her spine is completely severed, she will be doomed to death."

Three minutes have passed since the human-headed ghost revived. During these three minutes, Aikeli seemed to see something through the human-headed ghost's memory.

"No, no... I have to leave something behind..."

Immediately afterwards, Li Mo widened his eyes and took a step forward.

Ike, who had been holding his head with both hands to prevent it from falling off, loosened one of his hands, reached out tremblingly to grab the document on his chest, and bit off his thumb at the same time.

With his spine still shattered, Ikeli pushed himself to the controller and used his broken thumb to write the crooked word "Thre" on it.

It was this action that caused the loss of arm pressure, resulting in the head falling directly off the neck and the spine being severed.

The moment the head completely fell off the neck, the body instinctively wrote the last letter - d - based on the instructions conveyed by the nerves.

Ike's body fell to the ground, unable to move, with only a bloody head crawling like crazy.

The head came to the side of the body, took out the ID photo with its mouth, bit its thumb and placed it on the ID photo, then adjusted the direction to face the auditorium.

After that, he was completely replaced by the human-headed ghost, jumping and attacking the auditorium...

"..."

"..."

Seeing this scene, Li Mo remained silent.

Irene walked to Li Mo's side, her eyes deep, and the rosemary returned to her fingertips.

"The consciousness of the living clashes with the laws of the uncanny. Although the human always loses, at least during that period of confrontation, the living and the uncanny can communicate with each other's memories, and can still control their own bodies and leave their final footprints."

Although what most people leave behind in the end are meaningless things.

Li Mo stepped forward and moved Aikeli's body to the back mountain.

This approach is meaningless in terms of objective facts, but it is meaningful to Li Mo.

He did not help the other person, but he truly felt the other person's kindness.

Li Mo wanted her to die in a dignified way, both emotionally and logically - like fallen leaves returning to their roots and turning into dust.

"Detective, are there any things in your heart that you would do again even if you had to do it over and over again?"

"..."

Li Mo did not answer, but the answer already appeared in his mind.

“Even the boundless universe will eventually vanish one day and turn into a dead nothingness.”

"After a long time, any particle will be infinitely close to its initial position, and finally all particles will return to the time node that is familiar to you and me at this moment."

"It could be now, in the future, or in the past."

"Everything is born and dies in an endless cycle. Every particle will eventually return to its starting point, and we will also return to our original state."

"It's just that this process is infinitely long, a length unimaginable to ordinary people... But after everything returns to nothingness, no existence in any corner of the universe can perceive the passage of time."

"Thus, the moment of extinction is the beginning of eternity. Death is rebirth. When you die, you are reborn."

"Of course, everything is based on the premise that the system is isolated and no unnecessary variables can appear..."

Irene gently pinched the rosemary, squeezed out the blue juice, and wrote the number "99" on the table.

Only by crossing the ocean of death can we reach the other shore of rebirth.

The boundary between reality and virtuality becomes increasingly blurred, and the memory space gradually collapses with the decline of rosemary.

Chapter 15 "Eternal Reincarnation, This is Endless"

Li Mo fell into a long silence.

The system is isolated and closed, and no unnecessary variables can appear.

Doesn't this variable refer to myself who shouldn't appear in this world?

"So what you're saying is that I should erase myself from the history of the collapsed world, my memories, my footprints, everything I left behind."

"No, Mr. Detective, you misunderstood. Not only do you not need to erase yourself, on the contrary, you must record everything without reservation."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, if history loses your footprints, it will only stop at the moment when fate was cut short. Didn't Mei Raiden tell you this firsthand? Aside from that one world, all the places where weirdness spreads are worlds with incomplete fate."

There were faint blue light spots lingering around Irene. The light spots slowly moved around the two of them and gathered into planets one after another.

Some planets are enclosed in shadows, while others remain permanently exposed to light.

As time passed, the planets exposed to the light quickly broke apart and turned into star fragments wandering in the universe.

The planet shrouded in darkness underwent indescribable distortion, but at least it remained alive.

Irene walked up to Li Mo, reached into his chest and took out the notebook.

"The story has to start with you. Do you remember when you got the notebook?" Irene asked.

"When I died for the first time." Li Mo replied.

Hearing this, Irene's eyes lit up and she turned to the last page of the notebook.

It was written all over it - My name is Li Mo.

Irene showed Li Mo the contents of the last page.

"Guaiyi possesses an instinct similar to 'hyperthymesia', remembering every detail of past experiences without omission. So, can you still remember the scene of your first death?"

"It should... be possible." Li Mo closed his eyes and sank his thoughts into the deep sea of memory to search for the memory of his first death.

……

……

Survive...that's what you have to do.

Must live...

I will grant you the law of "destroying the strange"... It will not last forever...

When she sacrificed herself...

"Have you remembered anything, Mr. Detective?" Irene walked up to Li Mo and waved her hand in front of his blurred black pupils.

After a long time, Li Mo finally pulled his mind out of the deep memory. He covered his forehead and asked, "How long has it been?"

"Three days."

"...Is that so? I can't remember. Only a few words, and it seems my voice is still mine... It's strange. My memory shouldn't be like this. My memory shouldn't be so vague."

Irene took Li Mo into her arms, her hand naturally sliding to the back of Li Mo's head, gently weaving through Li Mo's hair.

"Let me tell you the answer, Mr. Detective. You found the notebook after your first death."

"As for why I died, I think the voice in my memory has revealed the answer."

"It was Li Mo who killed you, and it was you who killed yourself."

"Now, there is only one way to rescue the dead from the truncated past: to go back and start from scratch. Return all particles in the universe to their original state before fate collapsed."

Li Mo pushed Irene away and pointed out the contradiction in the question: "But the past has been cut off. Even with the power of the pseudo-human and 'making a wish', there is no way to return to the past."

Irene took a step forward unwillingly and stuck close to Li Mo again.

Seeing Irene coming forward, Li Mo stepped back.

"Don't you want to know the answer?" Irene said casually, and Li Mo stopped retreating and was still surrounded by Irene's rich rosemary fragrance.

Embracing each other's bodies was not enough, Irene opened her arms, touched Li Mo's palms, and then slowly closed them, interlocking the fingers of each hand.

"It's over." Li Mo reminded.