Siren Blade

Chapter 14 Li Duo
The huge ax turned into black shadow material was aimed at me and slashed at me. I tried to retreat to avoid it, but my reaction was delayed for a moment due to shock.In the moments before death came, my heart was full of incomprehensible feelings.

This is actually the first time I have witnessed the immortality of the demon with my own eyes. Before that, whether it was the blue bird or Ren Sai, they both expressed or implicitly expressed that the siren blade is a powerful weapon that can definitely kill the demon. Weapons are a necessary condition for clearing this nightmare cage.But what's going on here, his body that was divided into two actually regenerated!His head was chopped off and he's still alive!

The ax shattered my skull and my consciousness was gone.

Then, the sound of the train announcement woke me up.

I woke up on the train again, but my mind was still stuck in that battle, still thinking about why the devil didn't die.

Could it be that the Siren Blade is not that powerful at all?Or, is it because he was once the owner of the Siren Blade?

Just like the superpowers who use fire in the story will not be burned by the flames in their palms?But I have never seen that those warriors who use swords are also immune to swords?Is there any mystery in this that I haven't figured out? The devil himself will not be affected by the particularity of the Siren Blade. It's like...

I raised my head while thinking, but the scene in front of me interrupted my thinking.

At this moment, I am indeed in the carriage of the train, but what is the person standing in the carriage?I remembered that when I was talking to Ren Sai, I recalled things about the train, but in the process of recalling, I found that I couldn’t remember where I boarded the train from, what I was doing before boarding the train, or what I was in the train. And how many people.However, at this moment, I have the opportunity to count clearly, but the people standing around waiting for me to count are not people at all, but mannequins.

Yes, mannequins are the kind of mannequins that often appear in shopping malls and clothing stores to display clothes.But the mannequins in front of me don’t even have the most basic clothes, just stand on the ground or sit on a chair, each with a different posture.

Were they... the same way in previous flashbacks?I tried my best to suppress the horror and tried my best to recall, but I found that in the previous flashbacks, I never even paid attention to the people around me.That is, when I found out that the Siren Blade followed me back last time, I was worried about being seen by others, but at that time I was still immersed in my inner world, and I never even glanced at the outside world.Observe the people around you and show any abnormalities?Such a thought never came to mind even once.

The train soon arrived at Wumingshan Station, and I ran out of this creepy carriage in the same way.

But there was no living person to be seen on the platform, and the waiting area was full of motionless mannequins.I climbed over the turnstile, ran through the exit, and came to the outside of the station, but all I saw on the main road were also mannequins.Some stood on the side of the road as if they were going to walk, but they were not actually walking; some sat in the car and held the steering wheel, but they didn't start the car.The road was dead silent, obviously it was a scenic spot, but only the occasional wind blowing across the green belt could be heard, which made the silence even more prominent.Now no matter how lucky he was, he couldn't deny that he was living in a dream.Although I also compared the memories in my mind with the scenery in front of me, my past self didn't pay attention to the crowds on the road at all.In the final analysis, in this dream, have I talked to living people other than the blue bird?
Wait, there was one!I summoned the Siren Blade to strengthen my athleticism, and ran out at a speed faster than the car.

Soon I arrived at the police station, and I went straight into the reception room, where I saw a man in a blue uniform.Recognized immediately, he was the man who received me when I first reported the crime.But why can I recognize it?This is obviously a dummy model with no facial features, just wearing an extra piece of clothing, but my nerves are sending signals to myself for no reason.

"Your name is Li Duo, right?" A hollow voice suddenly came out from inside the dummy model's face, "I'm 19 years old this year, and I'm still in college."

I looked at him in bewilderment, but he didn’t look at me, just turned his face to the air across the table, and said something like a line, “Calling a false police report is a disturbance of public order, and you will be detained and fined. If the school and parents know about this, it will be difficult, right?"

I couldn't help but back away until my back hit the wall.

He continued to mechanically repeat what I had heard before, "Okay, okay, I'll let you go this time, go home..."

I didn't listen to what he said afterwards.I couldn't take it anymore and ran out of this place.

parents?Family?In this false time and space, do I really have such a thing?I wanted to use my mobile phone to contact my parents, but I remembered that I seemed to rely too much on the list function of the mobile phone, and didn't remember their mobile phone numbers much.And when I opened the contact list, I found that there was no one in it, and there was no text message.I still remember the landline number at home. I dialed it, but no one answered.Then, I tried to look online, but I couldn't connect to the Internet.

The Internet was obviously good before... No, was it really good before?Again I noticed something was wrong.I should like to use my mobile phone to browse the Internet, but during this period of time, I have never used my mobile phone to access the Internet once, nor have I used the Internet to investigate information related to extraordinary events.It's not that there is a reason not to go online, but such thoughts have never appeared in my mind from the beginning.

Ren Sai warned me that reality is not the same as reality.The consciousness of the dreamer is not sober, and the things that were considered very real before, as long as they ruminate after waking up, they will find many mistakes... Isn't this referring to my current situation?

What else in my memory can I trust?I try to rearrange my memory to calm myself down.

My name is Li Duo, I am 19 years old.

Five years have passed since Qianzhuo disappeared in Wuming Mountain. I have entered a university in another province and city, and returned to my hometown of Liucheng during the summer vacation.The mountain that once carved a gloomy memory for me is located on the outskirts of Liucheng. When I checked the route back to my hometown last time, I noticed that the train I was on would pass by here, and I had a plan to revisit the old place...

I……

……I am really scared.

In fact, I was not as strong as I was before Jade Bird.

Why is the me in the dream and the me in reality the same person, what is it that I just temporarily forgot something, and now I just want to remember it again?How can I say such lines that are only handsome!Why do I want to be a hero so much, it has been like this since then, as long as I am a hero, there is nothing good, do I just want to send myself into that dark and cold mountain forest again?
Haven't I suffered enough?The victim smashed his face and his breastbone, his arms and his head were cut off. I am just an ordinary person with no special skills, but I pretend to be able to accept so much cruelty easily. When it comes to hunting novelties, you also ask yourself to think rationally, face it bravely, and when you look back and see the devil again, you have to pretend to fight as if you have never been killed before. It should be enough to be a hero to this point, right?I'm pretty amazing, right?I yearn for a hero very much, and I hope that Jade Bird will praise me as a hero, but suddenly so many things are pushed before my eyes one after another, how can I handle it.

What do I need to do now to choose between two options, either to stay in this nightmare that keeps going back and continue to suffer with these incomplete, ambiguous and tattered memories, or to find ways to overcome difficulties and kill the devil to return to reality Be a mysterious person who has experienced some hidden incident and left behind a major mental illness... No matter which side you choose, it will not end well. If you choose the lesser of two evils, you can only choose the latter, but tell me the way ah?
What should I do...

With intense entanglement and pain, I have come to the foot of the Wuming Mountain, next to a small shop.Walking into it, the shop owner I had spoken to stood behind the counter.He is also a mannequin.I watched him for more than a minute, and a human voice automatically sounded from inside his face, "...Are you going to Wuming Mountain?"

I didn't respond, and my heart was getting colder and colder.

"My friend's daughter, she disappeared on the mountain..." Obviously I didn't respond to him, and I didn't even walk in front of him, but he continued talking to the air in front of him, "...if you have See you, can you do me a favor?"

I couldn't stand it anymore and left.

Then, taking some time to calm down, I found a place on the side of the road to sit down again.

Why he couldn't kill the demon last time... Combined with the many doubts before, the reason is almost conceivable.

And now that the reason has been thought of, the method of "killing the devil" can be considered.

The next thing is to try.

Let's stop here for self-pity and self-pity, it's time to get back your sanity.I'm not a child, and if I want to vent my temper, I will say it after everything is over.And am I not a patient with a major mental illness in the real world?When the time comes to vent, no one will think it is strange to do so, maybe a psychiatrist or something will come and persuade me to find a chance to vent.

Now let's clear all thoughts, imagine yourself as a ruthless machine, think rationally, and face it bravely...

Right, that is it.

I can hold on a little longer.

Not long after, someone appeared in front of me.

It's the blue bird.

"Fortunately, the devil hasn't come here yet..." She breathed a sigh of relief, and then took out the secret amulet, "Take this first, and then we can discuss what to do next."

"No need, the devil won't come here for a while."

She asked unexpectedly, "Why?"

"You still have something to hide from me."

"What do you mean?" she asked back.

"For example, the real identity of the devil." I looked into her eyes and saw that she didn't respond, so I continued, "The devil...is me."

Her expression changed, "...Why do you say that?"

"I have thought about the reason why the Siren Blade can't kill the Demon Man. For example, the Siren Blade is actually a weapon that is nothing more than that. For example... this Demon Man is just a clone, and the body is elsewhere." I said, "As the saying goes, drawing a knife cuts off the water and the water flows more... Suppose I use the siren blade to cut off your thunder and lightning sword, you will not be able to summon only the broken thunder and lightning sword in the future, because the thunder and lightning sword is nothing more than you take It is woven by the electric current that I manipulate. And if the devil is to the body, it is like the thunder and lightning sword to you, and it is understandable that the siren blade cannot kill him."

"But that's impossible. The Thunderbolt Sword is just my move, but the demon in your hypothesis is a clone." She said, "Based on the principle of sympathetic witchcraft, even if the siren blade kills a clone, It can also cause damage to the main body..."

"So... what if this body is me?" I said.

She was silent.

"The Siren Blade cannot cause absolute damage to me. If I am a special case with an extremely low probability, then the probability of a second case at the same time and place is really too low. And since the second case is really appeared, it is reasonable to assume that I have some kind of deep connection with it." I said, "Also, your reaction when you discussed the devil with me once also testifies to my thoughts."

"What's the reaction?" she asked.

"As you said, it would be difficult for the devil to mix in the crowd. But with his appearance, whether it is mixed in with the real crowd or the dummy model, it is a strategy with no practical significance. And But you said that it would be easy for him to simply walk into the crowd..." I said, "Although you reacted immediately and changed the subject, I kept this question in my heart. I thought about it a lot before, Why do you think that the devil can blend into the crowd so naturally? In this regard, I have come to the conclusion that the image of the devil is different in your eyes and in my eyes."

She asked noncommittally: "What can this explain?"

"In my eyes, the devil is an image whose outline is hard to distinguish. I can't tell whether it is a man or a woman, but to you, it looks like a normal person. Isn't this strange? It is clearly in my consciousness In the dreamland built inside, there are guys that even I can't see clearly, but you can see clearly." I said, "No matter how I think about it, there is only one reason, that is, for me, the devil is my A person who does not want to face; at the same time, he must be a person who exists in reality."

"It doesn't have to be you," she said.

"I don't know what I think in real life, but if there's one thing that disturbs me most right now, it's what I don't know about who I really am." I said, "I'm sick in reality. To the point where I need to escape into a dream to heal myself, from another perspective, he is a reality that I cannot face. This corresponds to my previous reasoning. Of course, these are all reasoning in the final analysis, and in the end we still need to look at the evidence... and The proof is what's happening right now."

"This place is obviously at the foot of the mountain, but I found you earlier than the devil, and the devil hasn't come yet..." she read, "Because the devil is equivalent to you on the other side of the mirror, if you decide not to If you see the devil as an enemy again, the devil will not regard you as an enemy."

She took the initiative to bring these words up, and it seemed she had decided to be honest with me.

I waited silently for her next words.

She closed her eyes, pondered for a while, and then said, "...I said before, you suffered from a major mental illness because you were involved in a secret incident."

"Yes."

"I'm not lying, you were indeed involved in a secret incident, and you were indeed an ordinary person at the beginning." She said, "That happened five years ago. In April [-]th, a school in Liucheng organized Teachers and students went to Wuming Mountain for spring outing and mountaineering activities, and two spring outing students accidentally disappeared in the depths of Wuming Mountain."

It's me, and my front desk.

"In the end, the search and rescue team found one of the missing students, but there was no news about the other missing student," she said. "The former is named Ruan Wenzhu."

Ruan Wenzhu is the name of the front desk.

"The latter is called Li Duo."

Li Duo, that's my name.

She said that in the real world, the missing student found by the search and rescue team in the mountains and forests is the front desk, and the missing person is me.

it's me!

I was shocked and said: "How is it possible..."

"When we rediscovered Li Duo, he had completely degenerated." She went on to say, "He slaughtered humans, fed their meat to the monsters he raised, and had crazy sex with the monsters every night. I don't know how many innocent people Died at his hands, he became a super criminal with blood on his hands, a notorious serial killer in the hidden world, so people called him——

"'Majin Lido'."

(End of this chapter)