Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

Suddenly, a bold idea emerged in Li Mo's mind. Even without Guiqi's power of time and space, he could still reverse the tragedy of the past.

After all... the timeline of the new world is exactly the beginning of the tragedy of the old world.

Li Mo placed the notebook steadily on the table without turning to a specific page. He left the opportunity to choose to the notebook itself.

"How can I stop Weird Mei's guilt?"

The destruction of the old world is closely related to Li Mo of the old world, but he is already dead...

If he can die, it proves that it is not weird.

As for the spreading weirdness, it comes from Mei's guilt and regret.

What Li Mo can deal with now is not a person who died in the past, but the weird one who is still alive.

Under the cover of darkness, a solemn natural scene quietly unfolded. The cold wind howled through the dead trees, and the leaves rustled in the wind, like the whispers of ghosts.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds, illuminating the dilapidated forest with a gloomy and hazy look.

The mottled bloodstains became blurred and finally sank into darkness and silence.

After waiting for a while, the notebook opened to the first page, which was still divided into two.

My name is Li Mo. After obtaining the notebook's plan, I returned to the New World through the Dongjiang Cemetery.

At exactly twelve o'clock that night, I went to the tallest bell tower in Dongjiang, and under the full moonlight, I killed myself.

[My name is Li Mo. When you see this sentence, there will be no more weirdness in this world.]

There was no difference from the previous content, and half of the first page still gave Li Mo a straight shot of zero points.

The handwriting was illegible, twisted, and disorganized. Even the letters on it were incomplete, with a piece missing here and a dot missing there. Li Mo looked at it for a long time before he could spell out the complete meaning.

Li Mo turned his attention to his other half and waited patiently.

His current condition is very special. His eyeballs, as cloudy as a dead person's, are not sensitive to light, but if someone stays in the light, he can notice it instantly.

The concept of time is becoming increasingly vague. Perhaps for normal people, waiting for answers is a very anxious thing.

Just like you have to load before playing a game, or buffer before downloading a video...

A rough estimate is that it could be as short as a few minutes or as long as a few hours. It would be quite annoying if there is nothing else to do while waiting.

But Li Mo didn't have this feeling, whether he was waiting or thinking.

He felt no fatigue or urgency at all, and no matter how much time passed, he didn't feel much.

So Li Mo was very patient and stood there waiting for the answer from the other half of the first page of the notebook.

[My name is Li Mo, and I now have a way to stop the spread of the strangeness in the new world.]

But before that, I need to ask myself a serious question: What is the nature of the Ship of Theseus?

A ship that can sail for hundreds of years, if a single plank rots, is replaced, and so on, until all the functional parts are no longer the same as they were at the beginning. Is the resulting ship still the original Ship of Theseus, or is it a completely different ship? If it is not the original ship, at what point does it cease to be the original ship?

If you were to use old parts from the original Ship of Theseus to rebuild a new ship, which of the two ships would be the true Ship of Theseus?

"..."

Li Mo looked at the content carefully and thought about it.

He cannot give a standard answer, and answering from a single perspective cannot meet the requirements of more perspectives.

Li Mo didn't know how to judge uniqueness.

"Isn't it the same as the previous question..."

"Page One knew my plan? Or was it just a coincidence?"

Li Mo’s plan has a lot to do with this question. At least he thinks he is himself. As long as his brain does not change and his consciousness and memory exist, he is Li Mo.

But then, a little more content was added to the first page.

[Comparing the new Ship of Theseus made from most of the original parts, and the old Ship of Theseus made from new parts...]

Who is the real Ship of Theseus?

This sentence completely confirmed Li Mo's guess.

The first page of the notebook reveals his plan; it does not explain its feasibility, but only questions its uniqueness...

Just as Li Mo was thinking about the contents of the first page, the notebook opened to the second page.

My name is Li Mo. When you read this, I have become a different kind of Ship of Theseus.

[The old world has been around for a hundred years and is in ruins. I cannot stop the spread of weirdness in this world.]

So I left the cabin and went to the Dongjiang Cemetery in the old world. It was desolate, dreary, and decayed... At exactly eight o'clock in the evening, I returned to the new world with Mei.

In the new world, I walked into the cabin, entered the cage, and trapped myself with chains.

[Using my ability to usurp, I will replace the normal organs in Mei's body with mine, allowing the New World to conclude that I am the target of the cruelty.]

Mei, who received my organs, will follow my "habit" and torture Mei Lei, but because of the organ swap, the target of her torture is me.

Everything seemed to have returned to the tragic beginning of the old world. I was abused, and the world continued to operate normally.

[But this process won't last long. At night, Mei took a scalpel and brutally cut open my chest, severing the blood vessels connecting to my heart. She waited for them to heal, then cut them again, healed again, and cut them again...]

[When the bright moonlight enveloped me, I said to Mei: "I love you."]

【My name is Li Mo, and I survived.】

Chapter 19 Family and Determination

Using Guiya's organs, he said "I love you" to Guiya who likes Kiana in front of Guiqi?

Li Mo fell into a long period of contemplation...

He had originally had this idea, but he was considering whether Guiya's level could restrain Guiqi.

This is impossible given the current situation.

Although the memetic pollution and usurpation of Guiya are both incredible, if they are locked in time and space as soon as they appear, everything will be in vain.

Then again, meme pollution most likely comes from Mei's desire for a time when tragedy had not yet occurred and things were still in a good state. So where does the usurpation come from?

Is it the guilt of taking away my organs?

"The solution you proposed is not necessarily unfeasible."

"But the key to everything lies in whether Mei, who has been contaminated by the strangeness, can withstand Guiqi's attack. If the battle ends in an instant, then the next person to die..."

"it is me."

Li Mo hesitated to speak, because this was the opposite result of the notebook.

But the notebook has long been untrustworthy, which can be seen from the answers it gave when entering this world.

It will not pave the road for Li Mo, but will put down a section of road that looks complete. In fact, when Li Mo walks to the middle, he will find that the road in front is broken and the road behind has been demolished.

Therefore, the plan on the notebook is just a reference at best, and he must make more preparations.

Li Mo couldn't judge the extent of Mei's contamination. Was it similar to Kiana's final scene in Collapse? But the time was not long enough, only a short hundred years.

If it is the same as Guiqi, if it is trapped for a million years, it would probably be able to compete. However, the time of distortion is too short, and the gap is still quite large.

But the struggle between weirdness is not entirely a comparison of the degree of distortion; the behavioral patterns and rules that one possesses are what determine victory or defeat.

"Leave here and take Meiyi with you."

Li Mo made a decision, set the diary page on fire, watched it turn into scattered ashes and fall into the lonely and deserted cabin, then turned and left.

The moment he walked outside, Li Mo couldn't help but look at the torn red and white cloak on the grass beside him, and his cloudy eyes revealed extremely complicated emotions.

People can be false, and memories can be false.

Facts don't lie, what was done in the past must be true.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Mo did not stop and used the power of the Ruler of Reason to build a ghost fire motorcycle.

The night was like a thick black cloth covering the earth, dim and silent. In the distance, a blue light appeared, like a brilliant shooting star, leaving behind a group of rapidly spreading light points in the sky, as if a dazzling silver tree sparkled in the night.

In this dead world, there are only two living people.

Strictly speaking, Li Mo and Yayi are not living people now, they are just wearing the skin of living people.

Li Mo can also return to his original state by eliminating the accumulated death, but Mei is truly wearing the human skin of "Thunder Mei".

The strange Mei was hiding in her body, no wonder the ghost didn't attack her.

It wasn't because of the fact that Li Mo abused her, but because she was weird in herself.

Mei's innocent personality is just a fictional product created by the weird Mei using her past memories and meme pollution.

A person who is essentially false.

"Woo..."

Faint sobs echoed in the desolate street, accompanied by the sounds of hurried footsteps and heavy breathing.

Amidst the corpses scattered all over the mountain, Mei covered her nose and ran in fear.

"No one...Brother, where is my brother..."

"It's so scary here... My brother is dead...?"

Mei looked at the countless corpses of Li Mo around her, her voice trembling.

In just one night, the world seemed to have changed completely, as if many years had passed.

It was exactly the same scene as I had seen in my memory.

Is she going back to that horrible world again?

It was so hard to get back here, back to this warm and beautiful world.

Li Mo caught Mei running around on the street.

The world returned to its original state, including Mei's bedroom. The smell of decay after a hundred years and the thorny touch made Mei feel the changes whether she was asleep or awake.

It is reasonable to run out to confirm the situation.

Li Mo drove the motorcycle down from the sky and rushed to the middle of the road where Mei was heading.

"elder brother?"

The moment she saw Li Mo, Mei's frightened expression instantly calmed down, and after a brief hesitation, she ran towards Li Mo.

"Get in the car." Li Mo said briefly without saying a word.

Mei nodded obediently, sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, and hugged Li Mo's waist tightly with both hands, like an insecure rabbit.

With a "whoosh", the Ghost Fire motorcycle accelerated to full speed and headed towards the Dongjiang Cemetery.

"Brother! The wind is so strong!"

The bow on Mei's head was blown away, and her originally high ponytail was spread out into long hair like a waterfall, floating messily in the wind.

It's normal not to hear human voices in such a noisy wind.

Li Mo could hear it, he was particularly sensitive to human voices.

But he didn't answer. He didn't want to answer, and he didn't know how to answer.

Mei lowered her head, leaned on Li Mo's back and said no more.

Soon the two arrived at the entrance of Dongjiang Cemetery. Li Mo dismantled the construction of the Ruler of Reason and stood calmly in front of the cemetery.

"Brother, are we going back?" Mei clenched her pale little hands and asked worriedly.

Li Mo took out his cell phone. The time displayed on it was five in the morning, which was still quite a long time before eight in the evening.

During this time, he had to weigh the solutions provided by the notebook, find the loopholes and prepare a backup plan.

"Yes." Li Mo still answered simply, unwilling to say more.

After noticing the change in Li Mo's attitude towards her, Mei bit her lip and her pupils trembled.

She stood behind Li Mo, opened her mouth several times to say something, but then took it back.

Because she didn't want Li Mo to hate her.

The two remained silent until early morning. The slightly drunken sunlight shone on their bodies, but they could not feel a trace of warmth.

Both physically and mentally.