Ghost knife pirates of the pirate king

Charlotte stood in the small house, and he found that there was no one else except him. It was like a cage, with nothing, clean and bright, spotless, no dark corners, no lights, and the walls would not glow. Bright, as if this space is originally bright.

The surrounding walls, floor, and ceiling are all made of the same material, gray like plastic, but with a faint ultra-modern smooth feel.

After returning to the bright place, Charlotte's expression was obviously back to its original state. In the calmness, there was still a bit of humanity, and his thinking became more agile: "Instant transfer? Magic circle? Or some kind of particle decomposition and positioning machine? I'm the only one. Has the person been sent here? Independently imprisoned? A forbidden room for sexual training?" He muttered to himself, talking nonsense to himself, but he did not stay in a daze, but walked to the wall and stretched out his hand to touch it.

It feels cold to the touch, and the one-piece design has no gaps.

"Breathe...smoothly." Charlotte took a few deep breaths and found nothing serious. "The air is fine, but it may not have been consumed...maybe there is a time limit?" He had regarded this as a puzzle game. There was no tension at all when he came to play. The reason was that he felt that this kind of nonsensical and trap-free teleportation should not be fatal.

If it was to be fatal, just opening a trap like the one just now would be enough to kill Charlotte before she could react. He even thought that this might be a test to pass the level.

He bent down, trying to see if there was any small gap at the junction of the wall and the floor. But as soon as he bent down, the relaxed smile on his face froze.

He saw that his robe was broken at the waist. He touched it subconsciously and rubbed the broken area with his fingers. It felt smooth and not torn. With Charlotte's many years of experience in killing people, he immediately knew that it was a sharp weapon. It was cut open, and the fingers continued to penetrate through the break, the pupils suddenly shrank, and the face became slightly ugly.

That's a bit rough to the touch.

"Bandages... this is interesting." An indescribable smile appeared on Charlotte's face. He looked up at the ceiling. After a few seconds, he lowered his head and dug out the small bag he had copied.

"The water has not decreased, the food has not decreased, and other things are still there. The bandages have been used... So it turned out that it was not transferred, but that it dodged me? Tsk, tsk, tsk, this ruin is getting more and more interesting." The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes, "But I hate having my memory wiped out!"

……

More than an hour has passed since he had memory, and it was the first time his memory was erased. This is how Charlotte felt.He had just walked more than 30 kilometers, and it was also calculated by Charlotte. He could not say that this kind of number was accurate, but it was still accurate. He said it was more than an hour, so it was definitely not far off.

During this period of time, he tried to attack the wall and the floor, whether with fists, ghost fish, or kicks. Anyway, no matter what moves or abilities he used, the power was completely absorbed by the wall, unable to do anything. It can't even break the defense and even cause a little damage by force.

"Well..." Charlotte leaned against the wall, leaning on her chin, thinking quietly.

"This is wrong. Is this a place where intruders are imprisoned?" He frowned and said this. This undoubtedly overturned his initial idea of ​​​​passing the customs test. This was not impossible, so he proposed He had this idea, but immediately, he overturned it.

"There is no difference between imprisoning a person in a place like this and killing him. Then killing him simply can save space. Is he a wanted criminal? That's not right. The intruder is not a wanted criminal. If you kill him, you will kill him. There are no clues. Preferable...well, as expected, it would be more reasonable to pass the test, right?"

He did not try to recall the erased memory. He knew that since it had been erased, he would also

There was absolutely no way to remember, he was just thinking about the situation when he was on the stairs and what happened in the end.

"Did it trigger some plot at the beginning?" Charlotte recalled, "There was a pirate talking... about retreating?? Could it be that the intention to retreat would trigger the plot and then start the test? Or should it be said that the awareness of one's location is the trigger? What about the opportunity... What happened at that time?"

Charlotte personally still thinks this is a question worth thinking about, because the triggering opportunity and the purpose of the test are most likely to have a certain relationship. It is impossible that the triggering motive is that you kill someone, and then the test is to let Do you want to run a ten-kilometer long run or do a triathlon?

Charlotte's memory is very strong. Although she is not able to build a memory palace in her brain and place different memories in categories, generally speaking, due to her keen observation, she can still remember things in a short period of time relatively clearly.

"Hmm... um... um..." Charlotte pressed her head. There were many possibilities for the situation at that time. If she realized that it was under the sea, it might be wisdom or observation. If she retreated, it might be... Bravery, if this is what Keimaru was thinking about at the beginning, then maybe he knows how to advance and retreat?

It’s really hard to think about!There are so many possibilities!Charlotte couldn't help holding her head and yelling in distress, venting the pain of being stuck.

"Huh!?" Charlotte suddenly looked at his wrist strangely. He stretched out his hand and touched it. It felt neither painful nor itchy: "That's wrong! Where did this wound come from? I... was I flashed again?" "

The words mentioned here flashed, and naturally his memory was erased again, but he was completely unaware of when he lost his memory. There was never any blank time in his thoughts, that is to say , he did not notice that the memory was interrupted.

"What's going on? I didn't feel like I was interrupted, right? Was I suddenly hurt?" Charlotte smiled and touched the wound, but didn't pay attention. After all, the two injuries were not serious, at least he didn't lose any blood. Too much does not hinder action. "It seems that this is not just once or twice, but it is constantly erasing my memory. Is this to remind me to find a way out before I am seriously injured and die?"

"Try them one by one first. Talking without practice won't work." After Charlotte said this, he wanted to try some observation. His first thought was about the gray wall.

Then, he did a lot of weird things to the wall, squinting, high angles, low angles, staring, cock-eyes, and even licked it. The only thing that surprised him was that the wall seemed a bit clean. It was too much and he couldn't taste it at all.

"Hey! Is this a bit too much? Is this really just a wall?" Charlotte hit the wall hard, still showing no reaction as before, "This is going to be difficult...a little clue. None, is this not a puzzle, but really trying to trap me to death?" Charlotte stroked her forehead in distress, but when she raised her hand, she found that her right hand had been bandaged at some point.

"Once an hour?" Charlotte touched her chin, "I wonder what kind of test it is for Kagemaru and the others. If they are all like me, I'm afraid there won't be any left after they go out, right?" After that, he said proudly. He laughed twice. So far, he didn't feel too nervous.

The reason is still the same, he still firmly believes that this is a test.

In his heart, Charlotte is still a very rational, rational, and even inhuman person. He does not believe that things will happen for no reason in this world. At that moment, at that time, he would erase his memory, No matter how you think about sending them to this place, it must be a test given to them by the ruins.

At least why, isn’t that how it’s written in storybooks?

Charlotte didn't know that his calmness didn't last long before it gradually began to disappear.