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Chapter 686 The plot of the movie

The movie screen emits a faint light.

Yu Xing sat on a soft sofa seat, on the left was Zhao Yijiu who was also resisting pollution, and on the right was pure and curious Yiqing.

On the pale screen, the patterns are constantly changing, a little hypnotic, and a bit like the kaleidoscope that Yu Xing played with more than ten years ago.

Constantly changing complex patterns always make people feel irritated. Yu Xing frowned at first, but looking at him, he found that this big screen seemed to have a deeper power. At least in his feelings, irritability was gradually subdued. replaced by stock interest.

He started to take an interest in the screen.

His eyes gradually stayed in the center of the screen, he didn't want to look at anything else. There was the sound of Zhao Yijiu's moderate breathing on the left, the sound of the infected person pulling the packing bag in front, and an infected person in the corner. The patient muttered non-stop, unable to understand what was being said, but just repeating some meaningless words.

All the sounds must appear in Yu Xing's hearing.

Those breathing sounds seemed to be small bugs at this moment, crazily drilling into his brain. Although it didn't hurt, the constant buzzing made Yu Xing's head swell.

The virus was constantly polluting him—from the moment he chose to sit down and watch a movie with the virus, the virus seemed to have no resistance and began to rampage.

At this moment, the pattern on the screen turned into a smiling skull. A pair of black hollows passed through the screen to meet the audience. Black silhouettes like arms grew around them, constantly changing on the skull’s head. shape.

One moment it turns into a blooming flower, the next moment it becomes a disordered tentacles.

Under the influence of this image, Yu Xing felt that his vision began to distort, the grid patterns on the walls of the projection hall turned into crooked curves, and the whole world began to rotate.

"Yu Xing, do you feel that the surrounding scene is changing..." Zhao Yijiu's gloomy voice showed a trace of hesitation, and he held Yu Xing's arm with his cold hand, as if he would feel more at ease.

Yu Xing patted back soothingly: "It's just a little distorted..."

His hand stopped.

wrong.

Strange.

Why is Zhao Yijiu's hand so stiff, it feels like a sculpture.

Yu Xing didn't turn his head, and stared at the huge black shadow of the skeleton again. The skeleton smiled, the upper teeth and the lower jaw collided, and Zhao Yijiu's voice came from the speakers on both sides of the projection hall: "You Have you noticed that the surrounding scenes are changing?"

He turned around suddenly.

Behind him is no longer the wall of the auditorium, but an antique decorated corridor.

The corridor twists and turns, and there is a small yard full of flowers and plants in the middle. An easel is placed on the path in the middle of the yard, and there is a table next to it, holding paints and brushes.

There is a tinge of falsehood in this picture, like a rough texture in the game.

But Yu Xing still attracted attention.

He even wanted to stand up and walk towards the easel to see if the drawing paper on the easel was the one he used to like most.

What will be drawn on the drawing paper?

Thinking about it, Yu Xing really stood up.

Then he realized that unknowingly, what he was sitting on was no longer the sofa chair in the movie theater, but a somewhat familiar but even stranger stone bench.

Next to the stone bench, where Zhao Yijiu should have been sitting, there is a plaster work being carved, and the statue is a bust of Zhao Yijiu.

The face was roughly sculpted, but the arms were lifelike. One of the arms stretched out, and the plaster hand made a gesture of clasping—if Yu Xing hadn't stood up, that hand should have been resting on Yu Xing's body. body.

Everything in the auditorium disappeared.

Yu Xing is now standing in the carving room that he hasn't stepped in for many years, but there is no door, and the missing wall has become a winding corridor, connecting the small courtyard.

This strange layout cannot appear in reality, it is like a chaotic dream, without logic or common sense.

Is this the way for the Wraith Virus to carry out mental pollution?Yu Xing thought.

At this time, the feeling of being slightly drunk on his body faded away, and he became extremely sober, but this scene that should have been considered an illusion was enough to confound the real one, as if it really existed.

This shows that he is not sober, but has fallen into a deeper rhythm of pollution, so that the pollution process that he was originally aware of is no longer able to actively distinguish it.

Yu Xing glanced at the half-carved plaster statue, and reached out to touch the face contour of the plaster statue.

The touch is very real, but the look is very illusory.

"..." Yu Xing felt a little funny. What he felt now was that he seemed to be 1000 degrees short-sighted, and everything he saw was distorted.

He took two steps to the side and looked around. He seemed to have stayed in every place here, but the details were not well restored. If it was a movie, it could only be said to be a movie with a very rough setting.

[If your life is a movie and you are the protagonist, how would you interpret it? 】

While Yu Xing was squinting his eyes to observe the environment, a voice that came from nowhere suddenly sounded. The standard broadcast tone, with the tone of telling a story, came a narration.

"Huh?" Yu Xing really didn't expect this to happen.

【You are a rich young man spoiled by your family. You are good-looking and rich. Women like you, and men are jealous of you. You can catch the attention of others anytime and anywhere. From the very beginning, you are a born winner in life. 】

The narration began to read the lines, and the scene became more and more solid as the lines progressed.

[But the winner in life is not the protagonist.The real protagonist needs to experience twists and turns, love and hatred, not smooth sailing.A life like a running account, no matter how beautiful it is, is just a kind of showing off to the audience. 】

Yu Xing sneered.

Hearing this line and this scene, he already guessed what the virus wanted to show him.

In the end, mental pollution makes the infected person lose their self-awareness, so the process of pollution will definitely find out what the infected person has experienced, and then tamper with it, so as to distort the memory of the infected person.

And the virus found the best distorted part, which is his impressive but long-term memories. This part of the memory has actually lost some details and added some details without authorization as he recalled side by side.

It is the easiest to tamper with.

The narrator reads—

【So, as the protagonist, everything about you will be destroyed.Yu Xing, do you know where the source of the tragedy is?The source is not the person you hate, nor the person you love, but yourself. 】

【It's your wonderful life. 】

(End of this chapter)