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Perhaps he didn't expect me to suddenly explode. Xianxian's eyes revealed a hint of surprise as he loosened his grip around my neck and hurriedly said, "No hitting!"
Hearing his tone, it was as if I had bullied him. I punched him in the stomach without much thought and then sat down to rest.
Xianxian seemed tired as well; he plopped down across from me, lazily leaning against the wall, looking at me with a hint of grievance and said, "Why is it that every time I run into you, something bad happens?"
"I think it's the opposite; every time I run into you, something bad happens!" I replied.
"Grumble..." Just after I finished speaking, my stomach betrayed me with a loud growl. Hearing Xianxian's unabashed laughter made me wish I could crawl into a hole. However, Xianxian tossed something at me. When I looked at it, it turned out to be a pack of compressed beef! I twitched my mouth; before I could ask, he said, "This Handsome Guy is quite generous. Don't worry about eating it; it's not poisonous." After saying that, he started laughing again.
"Thank you." Although I was somewhat suspicious of his goodwill, I was indeed starving and barely had the strength to move. This pack of compressed beef would at least keep me full for a day.
I had just taken a bite when Xianxian suddenly spoke up, "How did you come down back then? It was incredible!"
"Huh? Incredible at what?" I looked at him in confusion.
Xianxian looked at me with curiosity and excitement and said, "At that time, I had just engaged with Sharpshooter and the others when you fell down out of nowhere. I'm sure I didn't hear any mechanism opening or closing, nor did I see an opening above you when you fell; you just dropped down from thin air. Your expression was so fierce that I thought you were Zongzi! I didn't expect that when I hit you with this bag, you'd fall down, and then you woke up."
After saying that, he looked at me strangely and asked seriously, "Honestly, do you have Dissociative Identity Disorder?"
"You’re the one with Dissociative Identity Disorder!" Even as I said this, unease began to creep into my heart. I had considered countless ways to come out but never imagined that I simply fell from nowhere... What exactly is going on? Where did the Red-Haired Corpse go? Did she escape too? Many questions weighed heavily on my chest.
I only heard Xianxian click his tongue and helplessly laugh, "Just admit it; I'm not going to think of you as a monster. Haha! Besides, there are plenty of stranger people in the world than you!"
I let out a cold snort, lowered my head, and continued eating the compressed beef jerky, not wanting to continue this topic.
After a few seconds of silence, the corridor was once again filled with chaotic footsteps. I was taken aback and looked up to meet Xianxian's gaze. A complex emotion surged from the depths of my heart. When I finally saw the newcomers, my mood sank once more—gad, here we go again, a vicious cycle!
"Xianxian..." The two leading figures were also surprised to see us, but more than that, they looked disappointed and at a loss.
Xianxian sighed and had someone named Gaoli give me an injection. Then he instructed the others to rest in place and think of a way to get out later.
I didn't know what kind of potion Gaoli injected me with. At first, I felt nothing, but after about a minute, the fatigue within me gradually faded away. I even stopped feeling pain from my wounds. I looked at Xianxian, who was sitting nearby in deep thought, a hint of surprise flashing through my mind.
"Don't be too happy too soon; this medicine only makes you forget the pain; it doesn't make it disappear. Once the anesthetic wears off, you'll be in for it. But I guess you don't mind right now," Xianxian suddenly said.
"Yeah." I nodded and asked, "How long will this effect last?"
"Four or five days. As long as you don't engage in strenuous activity or get seriously injured again, it could even last over ten days."
"This is really strange. We’ve clearly been climbing up all this time; why does it feel like we're stuck in a loop?" One person stood up irritably and continued looking at Xianxian. "Xianxian, I'm going to try again; this is really odd!"
"Wait, I'll go with you," Xianxian stood up. His expression was also filled with confusion and bewilderment, but he didn't seem panicked.
"I'll go too." I immediately stood up. It was impossible for such a situation to arise without reason; it would be better to investigate firsthand. Xianxian didn't refuse; in fact, even if he had refused, it wouldn't have mattered since my legs were attached to my body.
Since we weren't in a hurry this time, the three of us climbed step by step up the stairs while carefully observing any possible clues around us. After climbing dozens of steps, scattered corpses appeared along the wall. These bodies showed no signs of decay; even the styles of their clothing were discernible. If there was one common feature among them, it was their shriveled faces that looked utterly despairing...
I have to say, this journey is indeed long. We have been climbing the stairs, and the surroundings are eerily quiet; not a sound can be heard. Honestly, I would rather hear the sound of mechanisms than be trapped in such a strange way. But reality is still cruel. Half an hour later, we found ourselves back where we started. Looking up at the group of people staring at us, I finally began to feel the despair of those corpses...
"Is it possible that a ghost is hiding this?" Gao Liang leaned against the wall, deep in thought.
"That is possible," the man who was scouting with me and Xianxian, Wang Yi, nodded in agreement. "After all, there are so many corpses here; everyone has seen them."
"Are you saying that the people who died here want to drag us down with them?" asked a man wearing glasses.
"Yes, it’s possible. However..." Xianxian paused and asked, "How did the first person who entered die?"
Indeed, if they want us to experience the same despair and pain, there must have been a first person who entered. If that first person died from this cycle of death, it would mean that there is a ghost at work or that this cycle was destined to happen. If there is a ghost, there are only two possibilities: one is that someone died here and intentionally dragged the living down with them, but how did they die? The second possibility is that there has always been a ghost here, meaning that the builders of this place also trapped the ghost inside with the intention of killing Tomb Raider?
But is that even possible?
Finally, if this place is indeed a cycle of death, it suggests that there are no ghosts. Since there are no ghosts, why does this cycle exist?
This raises a significant paradox!
I shared my thoughts with them, and immediately someone expressed doubt: "This Underworld has existed for at least two thousand years, while these corpses are clearly modern. What kind of ghost could live for so long? Also, since we can enter, there must be an exit. After thousands of years, even if this ghost's soul is immortal, that would be too responsible!"
I suddenly felt overwhelmed. Then, a flash of inspiration struck me; I realized a huge possibility that left me feeling even more exhausted and doubtful. Still, I asked, "Have you ever heard of the Penrose Staircase?"
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