The puppets' stage play

[1. Choose any three of the thirteen gates as your 'past', 'present', and 'future'. Once selected, it cannot be canceled. 】

[2. Entering one of the doors, your memory, wisdom, and strength will be temporarily sealed. You need to find the 'key' and open the final door before you can leave here. 】

[3. If you die here, the outside world will die as well. 】

[4. There is a time limit, but it will not be announced to you. 】

[5. You have three chances to 'come again', but each time you use it, you will randomly take away something from 'Qi Xiu'. 】

【Now, please start your choice. 】

Qi Xiu listened to the above rules silently. He understood very well that he had no right to resist now. As for why...his eyes flashed, and a light blue light flashed around him.

The fist mark mixed with light flew out and disappeared without a trace after half a step away from the body.

He shook his head in his mind and silently began to choose. The next moment, there were only three portals left in front of him.

Past, present, Future.

The three portals show the same brilliance, all of which are ordinary white texture.

"There's no difference in choice, right?" He raised his head and looked into the white void.

【Now, please start your choice. 】

There was no other choice at all, he thought to himself, and took steps towards the middle door.

The past cannot be pursued, and the future is illusory. He is a person who lives in the 'now' and can only choose the 'now'.

The door was gently opened, and the man entered immediately.

With a creak, the portal representing the 'future' on the right side quietly opened, and a hand stretched out.

Dong Dong Dong, and on the left, behind the door representing the 'past', there was a knock on the door.

bass.

The 'now' door in the middle turned blood red for an instant, with scarlet blood flowing out from the edge. Then, a black mist like resentment rose up, covering the entire door.

The sound of cracking and shattering gradually became clearer.

【Now, please start your choice. 】

There was only a monotonous sound in the deserted space.

..............................................

(It was born on xx, month xx, xxx.)

(It opened its eyes and saw a pair of closely related parents, as well as another version of itself that was sleeping soundly.)

(Twins, inexplicably, this word flashed through its mind, but it did not understand its meaning.)

(However, it suddenly understood an emotion.)

(hatred.)

Salsa salsa.

The brush strokes stopped and he looked at the paragraph after paragraph of words expressing "hate" on it. He sighed silently and erased them all as usual. He didn't want the parents to think he had a mental problem.

It stood up, hid the 'diary' that it had used to express its dissatisfaction since childhood under the bed, and placed some objects for shelter outside. After it was done, it started thinking again.

Why do I hate him so much that I even want to kill him?

The hatred towards that person has been growing day by day since infancy, early childhood, schooling, and now. Originally, it could be hidden in front of the parents, but recently, it seems that it has finally been noticed.

The two people who have lived together since childhood ushered in a separation with their respective parents.

Boom!

It raised its head, couldn't help but sigh, walked around the desk, walked to the window on the side, and pulled up the blinds.

"Hee hee!" Sure enough, a smiling face faced this side, two fat little hands grasped the window edge, with a proud look in his eyes.

"Let's go play!"

The naughty kid rushed in, grabbed its hand, and looked at the dirt on his brand new clothes. The corner of his eye twitched and looked at the 'enemy' who kept shaking his arms.

Very good, take this opportunity to kill him.

With dark thoughts flashing through their minds, the two climbed down from the window and ran towards the forest in the distance one after the other.

Well, because it's in the mountains, there are a lot of forests, he couldn't help but think.

The man who suddenly appeared by the window looked helpless, but he just looked at the two children walking away silently. He glanced back, but felt that the face was a little blurry. Who was that?

"Today, we are going to find a treasure!"

The boy in front was full of enthusiasm and seemed particularly excited. He followed behind silently, crossing one thick tree after another.

Therefore, it did not see those fleeting words on the trees.

'Be careful, someone is trying to kill you. '

'They're all fake. '

Countless reminders flashed one after another, and finally faced the boy who was leaving...

'You're not getting out of here alive. '

Tick.

The dewdrops dripping from the leaves dyed the displayed fonts blood red, and then turned them into black.

Hahahaha.

“——————————”

It raised its head blankly, and in front of it was a person with arms crossed to support his head. At this moment, the somewhat evil eyes were staring here.

"Well, after all, they are high-level creatures, so they can still detect some abnormalities."

The woman muttered to herself, then smiled happily.

"You are--"

"Shut up, I don't want to talk to you. It's just a part of 'telling', so I need an 'audience' role to listen."

The woman's expression turned cold, and she felt a chill in her heart. She suddenly froze in place, as if she would disappear in the next moment.

"Oh, please sit down."

After the command-like words fell, its body immediately fell backwards, but inexplicably sat on a brown bench.

No 'dialogue' required here, just 'ears' and 'eyes', and it understands this, so it does nothing.

"Where should I start..." The woman thought, with some trouble in her eyes.

"Okay, let's talk about the difference between 'appearance' and 'inner image' first." The woman's gaze looked here, but it seemed as if she was looking into an illusory distance.

"For most living beings, they will be on the stage of 'appearance' throughout their lives, using fate as an illusion. From birth to death, they will present scenes of evocative dramas to others."

"How beautiful, yet how boring, the destined ending (script) has been 'written' from beginning to end."

There was a sarcastic smile on the woman's face, but she seemed to be filled with compassion. Her moist eyelashes were fluttering, but her eyes were filled with indifference.

"I can't detect the person behind the scenes, and I can't break away from my original destiny. I can only face my own death over and over again."

It listened quietly, but felt that the other person was talking about itself.

"I'm dead." The woman said calmly.

"No matter how hard I struggle, no matter how hard I try, it's all useless. My 'role' no longer exists on this stage, and all that's left is the 'dead' who is not even a residue."