Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

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"How could it be possible... This is one of the few times we get to be alone together, so even if we do something extreme, it wouldn't be excessive." Irene buried her head in Li Mo's chest and uttered a dull hum. "Last time, that's what we did."

After hearing "last time", Li Mo stopped resisting, unable to break the original balance...

Everything is done to completely save this irreparable tragedy...

Irene: “Puff…”

Li Mo: "I couldn't hold back my laughter. Was that also what happened 'last time'?"

Irene: "No, I never said that everything has to be the same as last time. Many things will happen again, but each new beginning will have more interesting things than the last, extending the incomplete fate a little longer, just like now."

"The detective was completely fooled by me and foolishly thought that the balance could not be broken."

Li Mo: "Isn't it? Wait, you mean... every restart will prolong fate?"

Irene: "Yes, every restart adds an indeterminate amount of time to fate, whether it's a few days or a few seconds. The world where Weirdness exists is gradually extended because of the infinite false restarts."

"'Last time' and 'next time' don't have to completely coincide. This isn't the eternal cycle of closed-loop time that you and I are familiar with."

"It's a constantly lengthening road. Your death in delusion serves as a signal for your return to the starting point. Every resurgence will lengthen this road until it becomes infinitely long, like the only normal world..."

Li Mo's pupils contracted, and he immediately asked the question that had been bothering him for a long time: "What do those three people who never change mean?"

Irene smiled and said, "It's the person who always keeps the memory of every time on this road."

Li Mo shook his head, unable to understand what Irene meant. What Irene said was inconsistent with what he had heard a few days ago.

"Wait... my death at the hands of the Evil Source is the signal for a restart. Evil is... the name of the Weird Source? No, the Weird Source cannot be called by its name. Perhaps it is a nickname, an alias, a mutilated name. Why can my death at the hands of the Weird Source restart time?"

Faced with many doubts, Irene calmly cleared the fog in Li Mo's heart.

This confirms what Mei said.

His world will eventually see the light of day.

"Merely dying in delusion wouldn't be enough, but Mr. Detective seems to have forgotten what I said above—when human consciousness collides with the laws of ghosts, humans can briefly control their own bodies, right? Besides, Eckley has long been dead. For humans, brain death is hopeless. But why, after being grafted into the human-headed ghost, could she still act with human will even when the human-headed ghost revived? Because the weird will also be contaminated by human consciousness during the confrontation, and memory and contamination are mutual. The weird distorts human will, and human will can also distort the laws of the weird, making them mistakenly believe that they are human."

Irene told Li Mo a lot of information that he didn't know in one breath.

"But the Root of Illusion is an exception. If I directly call the name of the Root of Weirdness, its consciousness and laws will instantly fall silent."

“You don’t need to see the False One, because He is already within you.”

Li Mo frowned, stood still, placed his hand on his heart, and felt his normal heartbeat without any distortion.

The source of the strangeness is within my body? Are you kidding me?

"Please don't worry. He is just a chaotic mass, without any consciousness. When your consciousness becomes increasingly blurred, your memories become increasingly confused, and you can no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy, that is when you will be closest to each other."

"When the laws clash with the lingering consciousness, it's time for you to seize His power and return to the starting point. Strange immortality, death restarts. He won't die, but you will. The laws of delusion are particularly special. He will mistakenly think he is you, thus returning to the safest time point."

"At the same time, you can also recall the memories of 'every' past. Only by relying on the laws of illusion can you carry the memories as vast as the sea of stars. Otherwise, the human memory capacity cannot store the memories of countless reincarnations, and people will go mad, just like you are trapped in 'Shura'."

"If I hadn't intervened, your consciousness would have wandered back and forth across more and more worlds until it completely collapsed."

"At the moment when everything is reset to zero, He will peer into your memories, imitate your behavior, and make judgments based on your logic. Ultimately, He will rewind time to the safest moment in our cognition—the day before all the strange things happened."

"But the weirdness won't disappear. You'll still carry the weird contamination and—the weird original law—'restart.'"

"..."

The corners of Li Mo's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but it was stuck in his throat.

Every word hit the lake of his heart hard, causing ripples that eventually turned into dead silence.

After a long pause, Li Mo raised one final question: "But the past has been truncated. Is it still useful to restart it? Is the 'last time' really returned in this way?"

Irene chose not to answer directly.

She raised her head, put her lips close to Li Mo's ear, and said what Mei had said to Li Mo: "Can God create a stone that he cannot lift?"

"If he could, why couldn't he, the omniscient and omnipotent one, lift a stone? If he couldn't, why couldn't he, the omniscient and omnipotent one, create such a stone?"

Word for word.

Li Mo's eyes suddenly widened at that moment, his pupils focused, and all his thoughts froze in the face of this sudden news.

The expression on his face changed from calm to astonishment, and then to disbelief.

This is the topic of "ultimate" that Mei talked to him about.

Seeing that Li Mo was still silent, Irene added, "As long as He wants, God can create a stone that He cannot lift, or He can lift the stone that He created that cannot be lifted."

"Just like rock-paper-scissors, whoever moves last wins. It all depends on the order of time. Conventional time travel won't work because all strange laws are inherently incomplete. Whether it's you, me, or Kiana Kaslana... even if the time we've experienced is long enough, it still can't be considered eternal."

"The only one who can change the laws of illusion is Himself. The moment He revives within your body, He will break His own laws, and all things will restart, and the cycle of reincarnation will begin anew."

"All you have to do is kill your human self and project yourself back into it. This is a false power, and it's the beginning of everything."

After listening, Li Mo nodded and lowered his eyes, his black eyes seemed like an abyss that swallowed up all colors.

He got it.

I understand why Mei did this.

I understood why I accepted the strange rule of "restart" without any hesitation.

Understand the true use of "projection".

I understand the reflection I saw in the golden stream that day...

Now, all he can do is wait.

Wait for the illusion to kill him, return to the starting point, and then he will kill his human self, starting the story of "this time".

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Li Mo suddenly smiled with relief.

He staggered back until he had nowhere to retreat, then slumped against the wall of the hall, covering his eyes and smiling bitterly.

"Are you afraid, Mr. Detective? Indeed, after all, for you, every time you wake up, most of your time is spent in despair and depression. This pain has never ended before, and it will never end in the future."

"Like—"

"Avici Hell." Li Mo interrupted Irene for the first time and spoke first.

He had heard that there were eight great hells in the world, and that the Avici Hell was the eighth and most painful of the eight hells.

In the Avici Hell, there is never any hope of liberation, and there is no other feeling except suffering.

There is no gap between suffering, body, time, and form...

The pain never ends, never ends.

Regardless of whether Li Mo accepts it or not, he will try his best for that illusory happiness and hope after the illusion is restarted, stand up in the blood and death, and move forward amid the corpses and cries of his companions.

"If you don't want to, Mr. Detective, you can just call out the real name of the source of the weirdness. If you want to know, I can tell you."

"No."

Li Mo decisively rejected Irene's suggestion, slowly stood up, and created a crack in the space in front of him.

The other side of the rift is the intrinsic world.

"If I give up here, then what are all my previous efforts? What are all her efforts? Death is indeed a relief for me now."

“But there are always things that are greater than life, greater than self-liberation.”

"Admittedly, endlessly confronting the bizarre brings unbearable pain. Confusion, fear, loneliness, desolation, anger, despair... having one's internal organs ripped out, one's spine ripped out, one's brain instantly exploding, one's body shattered..."

"But along the way, I also encountered treasures far more precious than my own life..."

Li Mo lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was having a silent conversation with a corner deep in his heart.

A faint smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of his mouth, intertwined with deep relief and indescribable tenderness, slowly blooming on his face.

"There are all kinds of people. Some are full of malice towards me, while others treat me like family. Some admire me, some despise me, some mock me, and some praise me..."

"I've made many companions, close friends, and lovers who have shared life and death, hardships, and...I can't let go."

Chapter 16 Bone Burial Ground

"Although relationships are often not perfect, and every ending is always unsatisfactory and full of regrets..."

"But I thought about it carefully. Even if it happened again, a hundred times, countless times, I would still have the same idea."

"I want to meet her, I want to meet each of them."

"Everything will start from scratch. Pessimistically speaking, everything is meaningless."

"So what? Happiness is real, and pain is real too. If it's really meaningless, then why would I still laugh heartily and express sadness?"

"I am not God, nor am I the omniscient and omnipotent 'ultimate'."

"All I need to know is that they smile when they see me, and I smile the same when I see them. That's all I need to know."

"For this, I can endure any long night. Even if I die tomorrow, at least we can be together today, right?"

Against the backdrop of this smile, Li Mo's eyes seemed to brighten.

From the abyss of nothingness, some different colors seemed to emerge.

"Yes, it seems that Mr. Detective has made up his mind. In that case, let's say goodbye."

“See you next time.”

Li Mo walked into the crack and returned to the original world.

He found a modern building that was still intact and saw the time on the electronic clock.

Thirty years have passed in the Eigenworld—

After the Great Collapse, Kiana of this world was recognized by the Cocoon of the End without any danger, and most of the Collapse energy was sealed on the moon.

"..."

He only stayed in Irene's world for a few days, but his existence did last for thirty years in that world.

From the childhood Irene to the mature and mysterious Irene Adler.

"It's been twenty-seven years since we last met... Let's go back a little."

Li Mo planned to trace back to the time of departure through the rules of the pseudo-human, but when this idea just emerged, he suddenly laughed at himself.

The past has been cut off. What has been cut off is not just the time node before Mei's death, but a general concept.

From that moment on, time will only move forward, passing by little by little, with no chance of turning back.

He cannot go back to the past through the laws of the pseudo-man or by "making a wish".

This means that -

The person he loved waited for him for thirty years.

Li Mo stood at the familiar yet unfamiliar street corner, his eyes passing through the long-destroyed Changkong City in front of him, and all he saw were broken walls and ruins.

Li Mo tried to find those familiar and gentle figures in the lonely city.

"Let's go home first." Li Mo muttered to himself, and his thought jumped to the door of his home.

The world changes, and the black hair turns white.

He was a little afraid of seeing his old friend, but this fear was obviously unnecessary.

With the existence of "Wish", he should not be afraid of these worldly trivialities.

But the time that cannot be turned back always makes Li Mo feel uneasy.

"call……"

Li Mo tried hard to calm his melancholy mood, adjusted his face to a sunny and cheerful expression, and gently pushed open the door.

"I returned……"

A strange smell came to my face.

"coming……"

Li Mo's voice was low and finally disappeared without a trace, just like an empty house without a single shadow.