"Who are you?"

The voice sounds very familiar, and even the tone of speaking seems familiar.

But even when he heard this voice the second time, Fang Shenyan could not recognize the other party's identity.

The world on the third floor is very common, just like those floors without ghosts.

The moonlight in the dark is bright, and it shines on the human body slightly cold.

Fang Shenyan's head was a little dizzy, and the pain of losing his left eye was in secret.

When the adrenaline cools down after the stimulation, it is replaced by a long pain.

He slapped his hot face hard, and did not choose to answer the question, lifted his legs and walked forward.

However, when he completely entered the third corridor.

A boil suddenly sounded in his ears.

Like a heating kettle sitting on the stove, the water molecules began to leaps violently.

The entire third layer is trembling like a turned on machine.

Fang Shenyan took back his steps vigilantly, but when he turned around, he found that the corridor when he came had completely disappeared.

A wall that was constantly shaking blocked the retreat, while the dust on the wall was shaking and the wall began to fall.

In the blink of an eye, a dazzling silver light projected on his face.

Fang Shenyan subconsciously covered it with his hands. When he got used to it, he suddenly realized that the third floor had completely changed.

The walls, the ground, the roof...there are mirrors everywhere.

In such a huge mirror space, Fang Shenyan stood alone.

At the same time, countless Fang Shenyan, who was produced by mirrors from all directions, were examining him with an inexplicable expression.

The 1mx1m square mirror is connected to each other, covering all positions.

Fang Shenyan was able to capture the slender gap between each mirror.

Countless mirrors have countless black lines, which are arranged regularly, forming mirror worlds.

The front and back, left and right, top and bottom are all-round, creating countless Fang Jingyan.

However, the expressions of these people are not exactly the same.

In addition to physical unity, their faces were filled with various emotions.

For example: grief, sadness, joy, madness, heartbreak, indifference, arrogance...

Human beings have countless complex emotions, and they are presented here with countless words of cautious words.

They all looked at Fang Shenyan at the center point with their own expressions.

In the absurd and weird ritual, that question once came to my mind again.

"Who are you?"

This problem seems to correspond to the countless selves in the mirror space.

A multiple-choice question.

"Who are you?" can also be understood as: "Who will you choose?"

How long has it been and how many hardships have gone through, Fang Shenyan has been used to the test of life and death in the limits, and those intuitive threats that come to his face.

There are few opportunities to face a philosophical challenge.

This made him feel fresh and joyful.

Because, from the perspective of the third level of expression, this situation is closely related to "identity".

And his purpose is to complete the transformation of his identity.

Thinking of this, Fang Shenyan threw away his sharpness and sharpness, and he began to restrain his breath and think calmly.

The sound of low footsteps resounded, and it was his voice wandering on the third level.

After a simple search, the entire site has been completely replaced with a visual mirror.

At the same time, he also saw himself with more and more expressions, waiting for a choice.

A multiple-choice question with unknown intentions and mysterious meanings, among many self, what kind of self to choose.

The time for thinking is getting longer and longer, and the situation has not changed, which means that this situation will give the entrant enough time.

"There are only questions and options, no propositions, no conditions, no beginning and end."

This question is difficult, because its ambiguity will affect subsequent developments.

Fang Shenyan, who had a sneer, was looking forward; Fang Shenyan, who had a wise look, was looking forward; Fang Shenyan, who had a lazy body, was looking forward...

Everyone is waiting, how will he choose this topic?

Ten minutes have passed.

Fang Shenyan raised his deep buried head, and his eyes swept across the mirrors like a torch.

Finally, he stretched out his index finger and pointed it on his chest.

"I am me."

This is his answer.

The answer is not the name "Fang Shenyan", but "I".

Calm and calm, calm and composed.

When making this choice, Fang Shenyan had no expression on his face.

However, "expressionless" is also a kind of expression, and he himself has certainly become one of the answers.

The sad Fang Shenyan said, "You shouldn't choose this way."

The angry Fang Shenyan said: "You will definitely regret it!"

The weak Fang Shenyan said: "It's almost time, it's almost dead."

...

There are so many things. At the moment the answer appears, Fang Shenyan with countless expressions said countless passages to respond.

But as all the sounds fell, the mirror surface on the third layer shattered and turned into ashes.

The ashes slowly floated up from every corner, scattered in front of you, and blew into the air with the wind.

For a moment, the distance between heaven and earth was pulled to the extreme, and there were those worlds flying like snow in the middle.

The world is peaceful and ice and snow are piled up.

He was finally no longer alone.

"Bang..."

The sound of the lighter, the pungent smell of tobacco floated from the left with the wind.

He saw a familiar figure and stood ten steps away.

Chen Hansheng held the pipe in his hand and exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and the tip of his nose was already red.

His legs were completely buried in the snow, which means he had been standing here for a long time.

Ten steps away from the right side, Luo Xian was wearing a plain dress, with black hair hanging down to her chest like a waterfall, standing tall and graceful.

In the snow, she was as beautiful as a fairy who had landed in the mortal world.

It is also on the right side of Luoxian, ten steps away.

Li Yi was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit, closing his eyes and standing with his hands behind his back.

A pitch-black crow was tilting his head, staring at the location not far ahead of him.

All are all.

In the real world, all the top four store managers gather here.

Fang Shenyan stood in black clothes in the vast white snow, and the sound echoed in his ears.

"Where are you coming from?"

The second question is still that there is no beginning or end, and it is inexplicable.

In a short time, his figure had been buried in heavy snow, but his eyes were still sharp.

As the second question came, six blurry apertures slowly appeared in front of me ten steps away.

In that aperture, several figures sat cross-legged.

When I looked closely, it was all Fang Shenyan.

The first aperture:

Fang Shenyan spread his left hand out and looked at the evil eyeball in his palm.
To be continued...