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At this point, a trace of regret appeared on Huanxiang's face. He couldn't help but gently shook his head and let out a long sigh: "Tsk tsk, I will regret it for the rest of my life."

Hearing this, Shajin could no longer suppress his anger and shouted angrily, "That's enough... Don't you have anything else to talk about?"

However, facing Sha Jin's questioning and roar, Illusion seemed unusually calm and composed, with the corners of his mouth even slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Then, the illusion said slowly: "This is the second time you interrupted me. You are really easy to understand."

"I finally understand your thoughts.. Hum, it's really crazy."

Finally, the illusion took a deep breath, looked into the distance with a determined gaze, and said slowly in an almost indifferent tone: "'In the end, I will overturn this beautiful dream and create the most magnificent death'. This is indeed your proposition, which has been carried out throughout and has never changed."

"From the star core, to the robin's loss of voice, the two murders, the negotiation with Sunday, to the hint of the masked fool, only these two unchanging words can arouse your interest. And now, you really hold it in your hand...but whose death is it?"

The illusion said meaningfully.

[Kafka: The illusion said before that he only tried death on himself.]

[Sunday: Using his own death as a bargaining chip, haha, he is indeed a madman. ]

[March 7: It's so complicated. This guy planned so much just to die.]

Gold Dust responded: "We'll know when the dice fall."

The corners of the illusion's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile: "Okay, then save a seat for me in the audience; I want to see how capable you are. However, I am still very curious..."

"...If you start all over again...do you still want to be a child blessed by the Mother Goddess?"

He left a meaningful sentence and disappeared again.

Only a voice that was repeated countless times was left ringing in my ears:

Loser...

Loser loser ...

After the sound was repeated dozens of times, everything fell silent, leaving only the sound of Sha Jin's breathing, so quiet that one could hear his heartbeat.

It's so quiet this time. Is he finally disappearing... or am I about to disappear?

Just as Sha Jin was about to take a step forward, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw the exit to leave this endless maze! An indescribable joy surged in his heart, and his exhausted body seemed to be injected with new strength.

At this moment, a small figure turned around not far away. It was a young and lovely child, with clear eyes as clear as water, looking at the gold with a hint of curiosity and expectation.

"Sir, is that you?" the child asked softly, "I seem to hear the unique sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground."

Shajin was slightly stunned, while the child smiled and said, "Ah, it's really you. I don't know why, sir, you always give me a special feeling... It makes me very curious and eager to try."

"It's a shame I didn't get to know you better. We should say goodbye. Did you enjoy yourself?"

After a moment of silence, Shajin looked at the child in front of him with a complicated expression. After a long while, he slowly asked, "Are you... going back?"

The other party did not seem to notice the change in Shajin's mood. He just nodded slightly and said softly, "Well, I should go home. The sky is starting to get gloomy and it's going to rain. I can't let everyone worry."

Hearing this, Shajin couldn't help but ask: "Where is your home?"

The child smiled slightly, revealing two cute dimples, then raised his hand and pointed to the studio in the distance, his eyes revealing endless attachment and yearning, and replied softly: "What a strange question. Home is where my father, mother, and sister are..."

The child looked towards the studio in the distance: "It's in this dream"

After saying that, the child's gaze turned towards the studio again, as if there was something there that made him worried.

At this moment, Sha Jin's body trembled violently as if he was hit by a heavy object. He stared at the innocent child in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief, and an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.

Accompanied by the sound of heavy breathing, Sha Jin finally realized who the child standing in front of him was.

"This amusement park, this beautiful dream, is really peaceful. Everyone likes it." The child said innocently, "But sir, why don't you like it?"

[Walter: Harmony is guiding him to stay in the dream]

[Kafka: Only you truly understand your own weaknesses. ]

[Silver Wolf: I say that Tongxie is too scary. Who can resist such temptation?]

Gold Dust said sadly, "Because they are not here..."

His eyes were filled with endless sadness and loss.

"Then where are they?" Along with these words, the illusion appeared before his eyes again.

Sha Jin's voice began to tremble slightly, as if he was trying to suppress his inner grief: "I don't know."

However, the illusion did not give Gold Dust any chance to breathe. It retorted firmly and decisively: "You obviously know, but the answer is meaningless."

"Admit it, you're tired." The illusion paused.

"We are all tired, so we plan to stay here, me...and him." The illusion said softly, as if the voice came from another world, with a hint of ethereality and mystery.

Its gaze was deep and blurred, as if it had penetrated the barrier of time and looked straight into the depths of Sha Jin's soul: "Your past, and future."

Shajin frowned and asked in confusion. An inexplicable fear surged in his heart, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling his throat. "How long will you stay here?"

"Forever," the vision replied, "We will stay in this dream with you forever."

The illusion sighed slightly, his tone revealing endless sadness: "...This is the greatest respect we can pay to those who are determined to die."

"It's an extremely absurd approach to take this extreme, but it's not uncommon for you. Because 'your own life' has always been the first chip you throw out. It has always been like this."

"You don't care who the real murderer is, and you are not interested in the so-called inheritance. You just want to be a fair and impartial company employee, suffer everywhere in the family's territory, be put in hot shackles, and be pushed to the center of the stage..."

"Then, I became the third victim of this event."

Gold Dust murmured in a low voice, "I can do it, and it will be perfect."