Chapter 151: Inner World

He tried to struggle and rise abruptly, perhaps wanting to start some backhand to escape, but Meng Ziqi had been prepared, his strength increased, and Su Mian shouted in a low voice: "Dong Xuan!"

Qiao Yinuo, who had been nervously paying attention to the door, immediately used her body to firmly resist the door to prevent him from escaping.

The three must solve this loophole within the specified time, otherwise the props will time out, and either they won't be able to go back, or what awaits them is eventually becoming NPCs.

The Book-headed Boss's final escape route was cut off. After a long while, the rustling sound sounded again, full of despondency and begging.

"I... I'm just selling black goods, a small business, really, a middleman, you know, there's nothing that can threaten people, don't worry, don't pester me anymore..."

"Selling black goods?" Su Mian leaned forward, her eyes sharp and clear, "But you know better than anyone what these 'black goods' you bought were exchanged for."

"Players' memories, to you, what exactly are they?"

The boss was silent. Su Mian gritted her teeth, seeing that there was not much time left, "If you don't say it, I will buy props and burn this shop with you!"

Her eyes were determined, as if she really wanted to perish with this place. The boss was finally afraid and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, I, I'll tell you..."

He took a deep breath and pointed to his head, "My head, see it? It stores your memories."

The three leaned over. There were some ancient texts written on the book surface. No one had studied what font it was, and of course, they couldn't understand it.

Seeing that the three were still looking at him suspiciously, the boss sighed.

"Players' memories are the framework that constitutes the Infinite Flow world."

"What... are you talking about..."

Qiao Yinuo muttered in shock, looking very dazed.

An information-exploding sentence, even Meng Ziqi, who had experienced hundreds of games, frowned, his face showing shock.

"You've heard of the Inner World, right? It's a dimension parallel to the main world, and the framework that constitutes the world, the nutrients that make the world run reasonably, are human memories."

"All instances, all games, including game rules, are the dark side of human hearts, or nightmares that appear by accident."

He turned the pages while talking, and the text on the book gradually turned into hot gold.

"Then you mean... this world is imagined by us."

Qiao Yinuo still didn't believe it. If it was really imagined, she felt that it was only possible that she was crazy and mentally disordered to appear here.

"Yes, and not entirely. Parallel worlds have relatively reasonable physical constants and natural laws, and they are real, which is what you humans often study as quantum mechanics, and that uh... Silent Hill, it means about the same thing."

"You've seen it too, I'm just a contained alien, initially imagined by humans."

He pointed to the few people, "I don't believe you haven't seen an OC with a book for a head on the internet."

Su Mian:...

Qiao Yinuo:...

Suddenly it felt reasonable when put this way.

He shook his head, "My nature is like this. Human consciousness, memories, nightmares, for me, are value, are worldviews, and are the only means for me to study the Inner World. I collect these, just to peek at the mysteries of the world."

Su Mian frowned, feeling that his words were half true and half false.

Collecting memories to peek at the world? Such a statement is a bit too light, without any utilitarianism, Su Mian doesn't quite believe it.

Time is running out, she continued to ask, "According to your statement, then the Lord God of the Infinite Flow world is also human? After all, they are all imagined."

The boss was silent. Su Mian couldn't see any useful information from his face, because he had no face.

"If the Lord God is really human, how do you explain why humans want to formulate such cruel rules? It's a low-probability event for people not to die in an instance. I don't believe a human would let their compatriots kill each other."

"He Sansan."

Meng Ziqi saw Su Mian getting more and more excited and interrupted her, "Time is running out."

Su Mian closed her eyes, "Forget it."

"You return the memories to us, otherwise we will perish with you. Choose for yourself."

The boss didn't care about these anymore at this time. He nodded and agreed, and was a bit stubborn.

"What I said is all true, whether you believe it or not... Also, the Lord God..."

He suddenly got stuck when he said this, then covered his head. The pages fell rustlingly, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.

"Uh... forget, forget it, these are the memories about players in this instance, you take them."

He tore off a few pages of the book. Su Mian reached out to take them, but saw him squatting on the ground in pain holding his head. Meng Ziqi called her, reminding her that time was running out.

Several people turned and got into the car, watching this convenient supermarket gradually become smaller, and finally became a point.

On the way back, Su Mian had been deep in thought. She seemed to be touched by the boss's words, but some places always made her feel very strange.

The sound of rain grew louder, and the way back took much less time than when they came. They broke through the black mist, and the two buildings came into view.

A few pages of the book dissipated, and Su Mian's memories returned. She saw some people who were rushing on the road suddenly wake up.

The things in their hands suddenly fell, and the people were also very dazed, and then a white light flashed and disappeared in the instance.

Those were the poor people who lost their memories and were forced to play NPCs in the instance.

Beep-

The truck showed it was out of gas. Several people looked closely and found that it was almost time for voting.

"How did this instance pass so quickly..."

Meng Ziqi muttered, feeling incredible. He hadn't fully sorted out the outline of the murderer, so he leaned back and looked at the two people in the back seat.

"The murderer is basically locked in the four people except me, but the scope is too large. I have always had a very confused point, which is why that door is sealed."

What Meng Ziqi mentioned was the door of 4-1 when they first arrived at the instance.

"I guess it's because of this instance, the world we are in is the world imagined by the murderer."

Meng Ziqi became interested, "How to say?"

She reached out, signaled Meng Ziqi to give her the diary, and turned out two pages and pointed to two paragraphs of text.

"This time, let me stay by your side, mother-in-law. The rental is settled. They actually said 4-1 is haunted... What a joke, where would there be ghosts in our house."

"Also, your condition is getting worse and worse, so bad that you can't open your eyes. I'm so sad."

"I gave up the streamer job. Okay, my boyfriend is right, but he thinks I'm very strange. He told me that 4-2 exists, but... hasn't the fourth floor always only had me and my mother-in-law living together?"

"I gave up my job as a streamer. Fine, my boyfriend was right, but he thinks I'm very strange. He told me that 4–2 has always existed, but... hasn't the fourth floor always only had me and my mother-in-law living together?"