Siren Blade

Chapter 6 Dream

While waiting for Blue Bird and the others, I sat down on an iron stool in the train waiting area and rethought about the devil.

Why does the devil want to kill me so much?
He is a curious serial killer who has killed hundreds of people. Even if he kills one more Li Duo, others will not make a fuss.But his killing intent on me is obviously different, and the priority is unreasonably high.In order to attack me, he was indifferent to the "big move" from the blue bird behind him, even if his heart was pierced by the blue bird, he still gave priority to beheading my head.

Is it because he has the "immortality" that Jade Bird said, so he doesn't care about Jade Bird's attack?Obviously not, he had evaded and blocked the blue bird's attack in previous battles.Blue Bird mentioned that the devil is an irrational madman, and he will avoid attacks under the condition of being irrational, which shows that in his unconscious, the enemy's attack must be avoided.It's just that this kind of common sense thinking was suppressed when facing me, suppressed by a stronger and clearer obsession.

Maybe there is hatred for no reason in this world, but there must be a reason for hatred to this extent.

Where did I provoke him?With such deep hatred, I must have some clues, right?
It seems that there is.

But the conclusion pointed to by this clue is really too outrageous, so outrageous that even thinking about it is funny.

First of all, although I have always used "he" as the third person pronoun of the devil, I can't tell whether the devil is male or female.

He was covered in pitch black like a three-dimensional shadow, and he couldn't even see his facial features.Although no obvious feminine features could be discerned, there was little evidence to refute the claim that he was a woman.

Blue Bird said that he first appeared five years ago—that is, April [-], which coincided with the time when the front table disappeared.Assuming that the real identity of the devil is the front desk who has been missing for many years - I also know that this assumption is too outrageous, but this assumption can really explain too many doubts.Why did the devil appear on Wuming Mountain?Because the Wuming Mountain is also a special place for the devil, and even I revisited the old place because I couldn't forget the past, so it's not surprising that he has the urge to return to the old place.Why does the devil hate me so much?Because he and I were both lost in the mountains five years ago, but only I returned safely in the end. If he knew about it afterwards, it would be reasonable for him to be jealous of me.What's more, going back to the source, the front desk will get lost accidentally, isn't it also because of the love letter incident that caused me to quarrel with her and break up unhappy?
Thinking in another way, if I got lost on the mountain with another person, and in the end the other person was saved, but I couldn’t be saved, I would definitely feel aggrieved—why couldn’t I be the one who got saved?
But is such an outrageous assumption really to be accepted?When I used to watch Ultraman on TV, I often commented in my heart that "the protagonist disappears when Ultraman appears, why don't they suspect that the protagonist is Ultraman", but it's only when I switch to myself that this kind of "because A is missing in B appear at the same time, so A is B", the doubt method is really not easy to use.

If the devil is really at the front desk... I can't just be killed in vain. Although it's a pity, I still have to stand on Jade Bird's side to deal with him.

Speaking of Blue Bird, why hasn't another old man from the witcher department come to him yet?
I checked the time again with my mobile phone—it was already evening, and my butt hurt from sitting, but I still didn't see anyone.

At this point, no one has come, it seems that they will not come, but why did it become like this?Every action I made this time was trying to be consistent with the "second time", but things changed completely.Is it because I can't keep up with the "second time" in the details of certain movements, so the so-called butterfly effect has occurred?
It's useless to think about it, as the saying goes, I can't see me from the mountain, I see the mountain myself, I will go to the police station again and ask the old man if he is there.

I made up my mind and withdrew and walked through the turnstiles and exits.However, just as I was passing through the exit, I saw a familiar figure walking towards me.

It's the blue bird!
She also saw me and went straight to stop in front of me.I was about to say something when I noticed something that shocked me—to be honest, I’ve been so shocked by this and that that I couldn’t help but suspect that I was an impatient person. guy.However, this matter is really different.

Qingniao's left arm was broken, and she specially changed into a long-sleeved white T-shirt, and the left half of the sleeve was floating in the air.

Judging from the location, this is the part that was cut off by the demon with an axe, and she stood up to protect the part that was cut off by me.

Going back in time... actually didn't go back to the blue bird's severed arm!
Is this still the time regression in my cognition?Could it be said that the devil can even counter the power of time regression?Or is it that the blue bird is an exception that goes back in time, and she is the blue bird that stood up to protect me?I feel like some of my presuppositions have been overturned.

"Hi, this is Li Duo, isn't it? Did you report the case before?" She looked haggard, and while speaking, she took out her police certificate, and her tone was also unfamiliar to me. It seems that she herself is not an exception of time going back, " Come with me, I have something to ask you."

"Okay..." It was hard for me to take my attention away from her empty sleeve.

"Are you curious about my hands? Don't worry, it's okay." She smiled dryly, turned around, and led the way for me.I kind of want to ask her where the old man went last time, but now I'm just an informant who doesn't know anything about the process of accepting a witcher's case, and asking directly will inevitably lead to suspicion.

She took me to the beverage store where we talked last time. In the distance, a row of street trees that had been cut off by her had been restored.

In the familiar question and answer, she put the notebook on the table, took notes with a pen, and nodded thoughtfully.Compared to the old man last time, she was not a proficient questioner, and I was not an articulate answerer, so it took more time.By the time it was almost said, the sun had already set, and the beverage shop also turned on colorful lights for the outdoor tables and chairs.

"You look very haggard, is there something?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, you probably don't believe it. At noon today, my arm suddenly fell off." She seemed to want to relieve her pressure with joking words, "Maybe it was cursed by some enemy."

But I know that this is clearly an injury to protect me.If nothing else, the reason why she arrived so late this time is probably because she was busy treating the wound.Even with such an injury, you still have to work. Is it such a heavy job for a demon hunter?She is still a college student, but she has to shoulder such a responsibility. Is this too cruel?

Should I...should I put aside my greedy desire to monopolize the secret of time regression and tell her the truth?
I decided to tell her.

It's not just my emotions that drive me to do this, but my rationality also persuades me to do so.

Just as I don't think that my sleepwalking, the killing intent of the demon, and the phenomenon of getting lost in the woods of the unknown mountain are supernatural events that are isolated from each other, I don't think that the phenomenon of time regression is an isolated event.It is still the same reason, the average person may not be able to encounter an extraordinary event once in a lifetime, the probability of it happening several times in a row in a day is so low that it is difficult to estimate, it is more reasonable to regard it as "an extraordinary event".And if I'm just involuntarily involved in a bigger dark vortex, I shouldn't let my consciousness be occupied by greed, and then self-righteously monopolize the secret of time regression, that will only make myself Stepping into the shattered ending agreed by greedy people.

no, no...

I'm making excuses for myself again.Trying to cover up with the excuse that "it makes sense because of this and that."

I'd better admit it.At least to admit it to myself.What really drove me to make this decision was that I wanted to fight alongside her, to be honest with her—there was a strong desire that I couldn't help but was at work.

"I have another very important thing to tell you." I said very seriously, "I hope you can listen to me and believe what I say."

Hearing this, Qingniao leaned forward slightly and became serious.

I went back in time and explained to her the important events that happened during the backtracking.Sometimes she would ask some detailed questions about these important events, and I answered everything that could be answered, and said that I didn't know what was beyond the scope of my answers.

After listening, she fell into a long thought.

"Assuming that everything you said is true... No, I believe you, then it would make sense why my arm was broken." She sighed, "So it was cut off by the Siren Blade Is it... no wonder."

"Siren's Blade?" I heard this name once, it was the name of the hatchet held by the demon, "Is that weapon special? Time can't look back at your injuries because of that weapon the power of?"

"The power of the Siren Blade, no doubt," she said, "but before that, let me tell you about your 'rewinding in time.' First, this is my opinion based on my knowledge: time does not rewind, Not once, it's all your misunderstanding."

"What?" I wondered, "If that's the case, what happened to my experiences?"

"I don't know if you have consulted me from the side last time. If so, I will definitely tell you that 'the spell or super power of going back in time does not exist', at least I have never heard of it. Although I can't say How erudite you are, but you can’t make mistakes on such basic issues.” She said, “However, there is a power that matches your experience, and that is ‘precognitive dreams’.”

"You mean... I didn't go back to the past, but predicted the future?"

"Yes. Dreamers with extremely high ability to predict the future can experience every bit of the future as if they were experiencing it personally, and even mistakenly think that the future is the present. After waking up from the dream, they will return to the real present, but feel It’s like going back to the past.” She said, “Although I don’t know what mysterious external factors caused you, as an ordinary person, to have such detailed precognitive dreams twice in a row, but this is a precognitive dream, at least not Wrong."

"This..." I tried my best to digest the information, and then came to my own conclusion, "...to me, it seems to be no different from going back in time."

"Oh? What do you say?" she asked.

"For the objective world, predictive dreams are completely different from going back in time; but for my subjective world, whether it is predictive dreams, time travel to the past, or even the whole universe rewinding because of me... it seems are equivalent."

"Well, if the triggering condition of this predictive dream phenomenon is 'If you are going to die at night, you must dream about it in advance during the day', then for your subjective world, it is the same as 'Once you die at night, time will go back to Daytime' doesn't make the slightest difference."

"And then, building on that, I have a question..."

"what is the problem?"

"How can I tell if I'm in a precognitive dream or in the real world?" I asked.

She gave me a deep look, "You can't judge."

"Can't judge anyway?"

"If you are a weak precognitive dreamer, you will only have some hazy precognitive dreams. Such precognitive dreams are far from reality. Once you master the knack of waking up in the dream, you can easily see through it." She said, "But the powerful The precognitive dreamers are different. Their precognitive dreams are very realistic. The more powerful the precognitive dreamer, the more similar the precognitive dream is to reality. Although I have not studied the precognitive dream in depth, I have read it in history books According to records, some very powerful precognitive dreamers have suffered from being unable to distinguish the difference between dreams and reality throughout their lives. Because they are so powerful that they can't even see the flaws in their precognitive dreams."

Hearing this, I shuddered.

"I don't know how realistic your prophetic dream is, but at least it's impossible to judge based on your current conditions." She asserted, but after she finished speaking, she seemed to feel that she was merciless, and she looked at my expression , smiled, "Okay, relax, it's not that important, is it?"

"Isn't that important?" I asked back.

"Didn't you also say that? For your subjective world, there is no difference between predictive dreams and time regression." She said, "Then just treat it as time regression. It was my fault just now, I It seems that I should keep it from you... No, you are so frank with me, and I shouldn't hide it from you... Hey, it's really hard to be a human being."

In the end, she actually came up with such a profound insight, which made me dumbfounded.

"No, there really is a difference. I just realized that too." I said, "If my first two deaths were 'happened, but negated by external force', your arm would I can also understand if it is broken, it must be the Siren Blade—or the demon who holds the Siren Blade has enough power to resist backtracking. But if according to your statement, those are 'never happened from the beginning Had a dream'..."

I stared at her empty sleeves.

She nodded, and said, "Then, next, let me tell you about the Siren Blade."

(End of this chapter)