"Damn it, I don't know why, I've been feeling more and more headaches recently. I've been almost unconscious every time. But every time I wake up safely under Eugene's care. After taking out the medicine that can refresh my mind from him, I rely on this medicine to maintain my mental power every day. I know that in this way, I may become a medicine jar, but there is no way.

I don’t know if our operations that day touched the mechanism, nor did I know if it was our usual random touch, which triggered the main switch of the entire tomb. This ancient tomb will move every time we fall asleep. A and b are neighborhood tombs the day before, so the next day, it will become a and c. In short, it is all kinds of strange things.

The two of us tried to find this rule, but it seemed that there was no way to predict the movement of the tomb chamber, which was really disheartening."

"Drug, why did he find the existence of drugs in this waste? Has he always had drugs to maintain himself? Instead of giving it to his teammates, the waste is hidden very deeply.

Also, why do you have to take that medicine all the time? I have a way to save you from the disease, why do you still rely on the medicine given to you by the waste? You clearly know that once you take it, you will need medicine to maintain it all the time. By that time, the poisoning will become more and more serious, and we will die!

The movement of the tomb chamber has caused me a lot of trouble. I clearly have to understand the meaning of these murals, but during these movements, the murals have become uneven. Every time I walk to the tomb chamber next door, I will see the murals recorded in the book before. Sad, it is so sad. Will we definitely die here?

The last time I saw the expression of the waste, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, pretending to be quite like it."

"The medication was taken, which made me live, and forced me to rely on medication. When I continued to live, I saw Eugene watching my increasingly strange smile. It was not until the whole time that I realized that I had fallen into a cycle of reincarnation that would fall forever.

To survive, you must take medicines, and these medicines can only be obtained from Eugene. If one day he wants to kill me, wouldn’t it be easy?

But I had a premonition that he would not do this because I am a tool, the most proud tool in his hands. My identity still has the ultimate value to him. Although I don’t know what it is, it is definitely not a good thing.

I started to look through all the diaries I had written before, and I found many strange articles, stories and pictures on them, which gave me a lot of thoughts. There was a big problem with this tomb.

I found a small corner without a man to study these articles and understood a lot, but if these were seen by Eugene, he would definitely kill me, right?"

The diary with words ends here, and there are some strange combinations of numbers written at the back of the diary, which are enclosed together in brackets.

“(1,1),(2,12),(3,9),(4,17),(5,13),(6,13),(7,3),(8,17),(10,19),(11,9),(12,7),(13,4),(14,9),(15,9),(16,3),(17,1),(18,5),(19,7).”

Behind them is a left-facing arrow, which is incredible.

These strange combinations of numbers reminded Feng Heng of the coordinates of the coordinates he saw in the book before. He didn't know what these had to do with the coordinates, and he didn't know what these numbers had to do with the text in front of the notebook.

He only knew that he seemed to have seen a story that was extremely depressing.

You can see the whole picture of things just from a person's perspective.

Feng Heng took a deep breath. These words looked too depressing. He could see the person's entanglement and the final numbness and collapse changes behind these words.

However, let’s not talk about whether there is any strange thing about the story written in this diary.

While reading, Feng Heng inexplicably felt that the diary seemed to be written separately by two people, and the text behind it was enough to prove this point of view. The two people share a notebook?

Is it a brother? Or a conjoined baby, or even a schizophrenia that I have experienced before... schizophrenia?

Feng Heng couldn't figure it out. He wanted to read the last clue bit by bit from the back of these words, but it was futile in the end. He could only feel the inexplicable anxiety and irritability, which made him unable to calm down and think about the problem.

Why did it become like this?

Feng Heng threw down his notebook and hugged his head.

He hated this feeling, and when he met Su Wan, he also felt this way.

He clearly felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember anything. He remembered the post he had seen on a certain hospital before.

"We are all a program that has been set up, and each of our lives is a piece that the program code should be carried out. If everyone thinks of something different from the code, it will be judged as a bug, and the programmers who create ours are responsible for fixing the bugs."

When Feng Heng first saw this sentence, he thought it was quite metaphysical, but now when he thinks about it carefully, it is true.

Is the world fake?

No, maybe the whole human being is fake.

And here, he wanted to read the clues here, but it made people so annoyed. Although this fundamental analysis of the causes is different from the theory of bugs, it feels like it can always be classified into the same category.

He hates this feeling.

Just when Feng Heng was a little broken, he saw a piece of paper falling out of the mezzanine from the notebook he had thrown down on the ground.

Pick it up and look at it. It was written in shocking blood-red fonts with four big words—

“It’s on the top of your head!”

Subconsciously, Feng Heng raised his head and looked up at the top of his head.

When I first came here, I hadn't carefully observed the ceiling of the tomb. Now it seems that the ceiling is not as flat as he imagined without any foreign objects. Instead, in the middle of the ceiling, there is something similar to a chandelier, with a pile of candles placed on it, which is not lit.

No wonder, this tomb is so dark. Looking at the notebook, this team can clearly see the things on the wall. Feng Heng was thinking at first whether the diary in this notebook was real. Now it seems that 80% or 90% is real.

However, when Feng Heng raised his head, he smelled a strange smell.
Chapter completed!