Artifact Report

Chapter 234 Mai Minghe Mai Minghe Mai Minghe

Although no one seemed to have told Kaijia about their own routes, it did not prevent everyone from opening routes in the same area and at the same time - the place where they got off the bus was a busy area with a large flow of people, crowded with various shops, restaurants and office buildings.

"Everyone, go and open the passage separately."

Tianxi got out of the car, and the sharp, distant beep as he locked it echoed through the underground parking lot. The two vans, freshly cleared, were parked side by side; for no more than seven days, they would remain there, silently awaiting everyone's return.

"As long as you don't leave the area we've marked when you open the passage, your landing location should be within the warehouse area of ​​the Old Harbor of the Lair. If your passage is particularly tricky and strange, and the conditions for opening it cannot be met here, please let me know now."

Everyone looked at each other and no one spoke.

I wonder what their channels are? Mai Minghe couldn't help but wonder.

She heard Hai Luwei say that the simplicity of the passage often represents the quality of a hunter's talent foundation; if someone has a bad passage, he will definitely not be willing to tell Kai's family at this time.

Maiming River was even less of a problem - there was a large shopping mall on the road before entering the parking lot; inside and outside the mall, there were colorful screens playing advertisements everywhere.

Eh, so, she's quite talented, isn't she?
"Have you taken the orange tag and the bag of supplies?" Shaxue confirmed one last time, then nodded to everyone, "Okay, then we'll meet at the lair."

Everyone said goodbye to each other, left the parking lot, and merged into the busy streets.

Even though the road ahead was filled with unknowns and dangers, Mai Minghe still felt a faint leap of excitement in his heart every time before entering the nest - how could the previous eighty-six years and the last six days be the same world?
I heard that many places are now equipped with metal detectors. As she walked into the mall with a bag full of guns, bullets and knives, her heart was in her throat. If she was discovered, she would have to call the police immediately - it would be funny if she went to the police station instead of the lair.

But Mai Minghe was lucky and did not trigger the alarm. She pretended to be calm and walked into the lobby on the first floor of the mall and soon found the target.

On a screen outside a store, a toned, muscular model in a swimsuit, her skin gleaming like the sun in Kanazawa.

Mai Minghe waited furtively outside the store for a few minutes, her eyes scanning the surroundings; until she felt that her behavior was suspicious, she finally seized a gap where no one was passing by and stepped back gently - she crashed into the beach and sea on the screen.

When she opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was still the sea.

But this part of the sea was gray and deflated, as if it had lost its air; it was only the size of a palm, blurry, and had stains floating on it - Mai Minghe was stunned, straightened up, took two steps back, and realized that he was staring at a window.

The glass seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time, and through the stains, one could see the gray sea surface under a cloudy sky; the weather in the nest seemed to be synchronized with that in Blackmore City.

This time she didn't fall down, her feet were firmly on the ground.

Is it because she didn't lose her balance when she entered?
Anyway, what is this place?
Mai Minghe turned away from the window.

Mai Minghe was squatting on the ground looking at her.

A scream slipped out of her throat uncontrollably - Mai Minghe's heartbeat seemed to suddenly burst her eardrums; she subconsciously stepped back, her back hitting the window, and the window frame shook.

……what?
Why does another self exist? That can't be the real me, right?

The sound of heavy breathing and the echo of screams crashed against the surrounding silence, then gradually faded away.

I am standing here, so the person in front of me is certainly not a real person.

Mai Minghe stared at Mai Minghe in front of him, feeling his palms full of sweat, and wiped them vigorously on his pants twice.

She was suddenly startled.

Where are the supply bags?

She held it in her hand the entire time, never letting go, even when she crashed into the screen—

Mai Minghe glanced down subconsciously.

Her hands were empty, and there was nothing at her feet. The bag of supplies was gone.

It wasn't just the supply bags that were missing.

The fluorescent orange tag on his chest also disappeared.

A certain nerve suddenly moved, like a strand of hair touched by the wind, and Mai Minghe immediately raised her head again. Mai Minghe, who had been squatting on the ground before her, had stood up before she lowered her head, taking a step forward as if about to walk towards her - but then, seemingly caught by her gaze, he stopped moving again.

There was no expression on that face that looked exactly like his own, as if it were made of rubber.

If screaming could help her understand the situation, Mai Minghe would have screamed without hesitation; but she bit her lips tightly and stared ahead, all her fear was pinched and pressed back into her chest, and she dared not make a sound.

This is a spacious and empty red brick warehouse - or rather, it used to be a spacious and empty red brick warehouse. Perhaps because it is located in a niche performing arts area, it was obviously later converted into a simple theater.

Mai Minghe, who was about to walk towards her, was about three or four meters away from her.

There is more than one Mai Ming River.

There were rows of folding chairs under the theater stage; Mai Minghe was sitting on one of the chairs with his back to Mai Minghe.

Even without seeing the face, she could still feel that it was herself - but she was clearly standing in front of the window.

In a corner of the simple theater, there was a bar that looked a bit dejected after the lights were turned off. Behind the bar, Mai Minghe was pushing open the side door with one hand, and seemed to be about to walk out, but he stopped.

The theater door was pushed open a crack, and Mai Minghe showed an eye from the crack, peeking at Mai Minghe and the others.

Behind the stage curtain, at the bathroom door, and even on the scaffolding under the ceiling of the simple theater... there stood one Mai Minghe after another; each face was her own, but each one was different.

Some of them were of herself at the age of fifteen or sixteen, whom she had long forgotten, with round and plump cheeks; some of them seemed to be herself in her forties who were still married, with blank eyes.

Mai Minghe, who knew nothing about life, who was just beginning to realize that she was getting old, who was hesitant to check her fertility...

Mai Minghe from every stage of his past life is now standing before him.

Isn’t she herself just Mai Minghe at a certain stage?

She tried to make a sound several times.

No matter what the sound was, just a little bit would be enough, just a little bit would be enough to break the vacuum-like silence; but she could not make any sound, just like the wheat rivers in front of her.

The pale, softened light from the sky outside the window passed through the window and floated in the dust.

With a "swish", the spotlight on the theater stage suddenly lit up - in the gloomy afternoon, the snow-white beam of light was still clear and conspicuous, immediately attracting Mai Minghe's attention.

Mai Minghe raised his head from the window.

Mai Minghe leaned out from behind the bathroom door.

Mai Minghe turned around and looked at the stage.

Mai Minghe opened the backstage curtain.

There was a chair under the snow-white lamppost; on the chair was a supply bag that was very familiar to Mai Minghe.

The fluorescent orange sign, when illuminated by the light, was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it. It almost seemed to be floating up from the bag of supplies.

There were two lines of large characters painted on the background wall of the stage.

"The last person can take the things on the chair."

"Please kill yourself"

　It's over, I have a feeling it's going to be really, really stuck...

　　Come to think of it, people probably don’t read articles during the Chinese New Year, right?
　　After all, you are busy dealing with relatives’ questions like “How many points did you get in the exam?”, “How much is your salary?”, “Why haven’t you found a partner yet?”…right?

　　If I take a break for a day or two, no one will notice, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)