Chapter 951: Existence Erased by God (Two in One, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 951 Existence Erased by God (Two-in-one, please subscribe!!!)

In such a nearly closed space, it is normal for the mobile phone to have no signal, but for some reason, Chu Zihang always feels a little uneasy.

"Kerosene lamp?" Lu Mingfei in front suddenly said, "What's going on? Such a primitive way of lighting?"

Lu Mingfei picked up a few kerosene lamps from somewhere. They were not modern oil lamps, but more like ancient handicrafts, and there were also a few old-fashioned matches.

Chu Zihang looked at the battery level of his mobile phone, 27%. It would definitely not last long if the flashlight was turned on all the time, and the range of the flashlight was very limited. If there was no electric light, the kerosene lamp would be the best choice.

Lu Mingfei struck a match and lit the oil lamp, which gave off a stale smell of burning. It was not known whether it was a coincidence or not, but all three lamps were lit. Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang and Hui Liyi each held a lamp, and they looked like explorers who had entered an ancient castle in a movie. They walked forward a few steps and then stopped at the same time.

The not-so-abundant firelight was divided by this space, and Lu Mingfei and the others finally saw what kind of room they were in.

Paper, all paper. Everything in sight, except for the walls, ceiling and the narrow space where one could stand, was filled with paper. The left and right sides of this room looked like a reading room and a collection room, but it was far crazier than either.

Yes, crazy, because there are no tables and chairs for resting here, and there are no bookshelves or shelves. Hardcover books with worn covers are piled around the walls on both sides. Some of them are quite old and look like they were handed down from the Middle Ages. These books are piled from the floor to the ceiling. In the open space in front, there are piles of old newspapers and magazines, which fall together in bundles. Some are yellowed. The air is filled with the musty smell of the enclosed space that has not been cleaned for many years.

In the corner, you can even see a few parchment rolls, which look like the things that wizards and witches in medieval Europe used to record black magic. Lu Mingfei doesn't know why such things are placed here. The guys wearing strange masks hired by Su Enxi told him that they put the information they collected here, but why would they need so much useful information? It seems that they simply regard this place as a grocery room or storage room, and pile everything they find in it.

"Pay attention to the kerosene lamp in your hand. There are all dry papers here, which are very flammable." Chu Zihang reminded.

Once a fire breaks out in such a confined space, the flames are not the biggest threat. The most painful way to die is to be choked by the thick smoke and suffocate to death.

"What is Su Enxi thinking? Is she doing waste recycling or Renaissance?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but complain, "What kind of people are they hiring? There are so many things. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack to find useful information. We can't finish looking through them all night."

"There will always be useful things. Take a look patiently." Chu Zihang said, and he walked towards the newspapers that looked a bit old.

The newspapers of each month, quarter, and year are placed in different categories. There are city newspapers, tabloids, and entertainment newspapers. At first glance, they are randomly piled together, but in fact they are bound in order, just like huge thread-bound books.

This is a big project that requires patience and takes a lot of time and energy. Chu Zihang doesn't understand the purpose of finding so many old newspapers and binding them in a regular pattern. Could the clues to his father's disappearance be hidden in them?

Chu Zihang picked up a stack of entertainment newspapers and spread out the yellowed paper. The headline on the front page that caught his eye made his face change slightly.

"The opening of wasteland angered the 'gods', and 27 members of the engineering team disappeared overnight!"

Eriyi walked towards the hardcover books that looked like medieval books on the walls on both sides. It can be seen that she is very interested in these books that look very historical and like magic records in fairy tales.

Eriyi picked up a book with a golden cover. The cowhide cover was still intact, with only normal wear and tear.

"The Song of the Nibelungs"... The name of the book in Eriyi's hand seemed very interesting.

Lu Mingfei picked up a bundle of parchment scrolls from the corner. When he touched it, his brows couldn't help but frowned.

He had seen similar things in the principal's office. Of course, the ones in Angers' office were not fakes. They were all artworks that he spent a lot of money to buy from auctions and personal collectors. They have a history of at least hundreds of years... And these things, and those that Lu Mingfei saw in Angers' office, feel almost exactly the same.

These are all genuine... How is it possible?

The most incredible thing is that Lu Mingfei can touch the surface of the parchment scroll, which is covered with mold and dust.

Aren't these things found by those guys not long ago? This room is not damp, how can it be moldy and dusty so quickly?

"Cremina's Ritual: Loyalty, Sacrifice and Heimdall."

"Cremina's Ritual? Heimdall?" Lu Mingfei muttered to himself, "Isn't the name Heimdall in Norse mythology..."

"Lu Mingfei." Chu Zihang's call interrupted Lu Mingfei's thoughts.

Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked through the dim light of kerosene. He could see Chu Zihang's shadow waving at him.

"Brother?" Lu Mingfei stepped over the scattered newspapers and books on the ground and walked over, "Did you find anything?"

"In your impression, have you ever seen the news or heard from adults that... many people disappeared in this city." Chu Zihang suddenly asked a creepy question.

"Many people disappeared?" Lu Mingfei shuddered slowly, shook his head and said, "No, except for your father and senior brother Ye Sheng, I have never heard of such a thing."

Lu Mingfei didn't understand what Chu Zihang meant for a while. This was an ordinary coastal city, not a maze or a primitive forest. There was no abyss or man-eating beasts. Why did people disappear... or many people?

"People disappear in this city every year." Chu Zihang's next sentence was still shocking, "Since a long time ago, at least a few hundred people disappeared in the rainy nights of this city, but in the end they were all gradually found. Forgotten."

"Senior brother, where did you hear this strange story from?" Lu Mingfei was a little confused.

"It's not a strange story, it's something that really happened in this city, but people didn't remember it later." Chu Zihang said in a low voice, "I have the impression that when I was a child, I heard my father say that someone disappeared one day. This kind of thing happens every once in a while. Do you remember? When we were in elementary school, we were not allowed to stay after school because disappearances often happened in the city. But later, I don’t know why we all forgot about it. , everyone seems to have lost their memory, and they only vaguely remember it when they see me now.”

As he said that, Chu Zihang unfolded several newspapers towards Lu Mingfei. The dim light of the kerosene lamp illuminated the yellowed papers. In the darkness, several huge headlines appeared in front of Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"Three people disappeared overnight while working on the foundation? Black Prince Group workers went on strike."

"Ghosts attacking the wall? Luxury cars disappearing frequently occur in development zones."

"Accidentally, a couple fell into a lake late at night? The police tried their best to salvage for a week, but the whereabouts of the remains are still unknown."

Coupled with the newspaper that Chu Zihang first held in his hand about the disappearance of 27 people in the engineering team, some incidents happened just a few years ago, and some even spanned decades.

"Senior brother, when you said that, I seem to remember..." Lu Mingfei vaguely remembered that when he was a child, he did occasionally see news about people missing in this city.

Even his uncle and aunt often told him and Lu Mingze to go home early after school and not to stay at the lake or in strange places. Last month, the child from his uncle's unit went to the lake to play, but he hasn't been found yet. I don’t know if the person was swept away by the water or abducted by traffickers.

This city is very strange. Not only does it have an abnormal climate, but there are always cases of missing people, mostly during heavy rains. When Lu Mingfei remembers it, there were adults around him who said that when the city was being built, they were accidentally disturbed. When I am Tai Sui, someone above me is very angry and causes some natural and man-made disasters every year. This is a punishment and a sacrifice!

The memory is very blurry, but these things really happened. But if Chu Zihang hadn't reminded him, Lu Mingfei couldn't remember it at all. He didn't know if he had forgotten it alone or if everyone else had forgotten it. ...This feels very strange and strange, as if the memory has been tampered with.

"Yes, there are such things, but why can't I remember them?" Lu Mingfei patted his head, "It's not that you mentioned it, senior brother, or that I saw these news, I even seem to have lost this memory. Similar."

"It's not just you who feels this way. Before I saw these old news, I couldn't remember them at all." Chu Zihang said to Lu Mingfei, "My memory is more confusing than yours. I even read it several times. After instilling a strong memory in myself, I gradually had a vague impression. At first I thought it was the 'Mandela Effect'. I was not sure whether these news were fabricated, so I asked you for confirmation in a positive tone. Seeing you I can confirm that it is not my illusion or my imagination. These are the real history that happened in this city, but I have forgotten it.”

Lu Mingfei's body stiffened. He was not the only one who had forgotten these things, but also Chu Zihang, not even just the two of them, but everyone... Everyone in this city had forgotten that what happened in this city The feeling of hundreds of people disappearing, large and small, is so weird, even more terrifying than the disappearance of hundreds of people.

It was as if there was an invisible force that unknowingly distorted everyone's memories.

Someone who can influence an entire city...isn't a guy with this kind of power a "god"?

"Is there any word spirit that can do such a thing?" Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice, "What word spirit can affect everyone's memory?"

"I don't know, but someone who can do this kind of thing should at least be at the level of a Dragon King, such as... King Bai." Chu Zihang looked at Hui Liyi, then looked at Lu Mingfei and shook his head, "But King Bai already dead."

"But let's not forget that we have all forgotten this matter. So many people have really disappeared. Where have they gone?" Lu Mingfei frowned, "After so many years, no one has been found? ? This is too unreasonable, just like your father, senior brother, if you hadn’t been looking for him, maybe everyone in the world would have forgotten him..."

"Lu Mingfei!" Chu Zihang suddenly interrupted Lu Mingfei's words with a low roar.

"Sorry, senior brother, I didn't mean to poke your scar..." Lu Mingfei said apologetically.

"No, your words remind me of a possibility." Chu Zihang looked into Lu Mingfei's eyes and said word by word, "If it's not that we forgot, but the existence of those people... was erased Woolen cloth?"

"Existence...erased?" Lu Mingfei repeated these words in astonishment, as if he had recited a magic spell. After finishing speaking, he shuddered hard.

Compared with the erasure of memory, erasure of one's own existence is obviously more terrifying, but this statement is not entirely unreasonable. At least there are people Lu Mingfei knows who have this ability... Lu Mingfei looked at the wall. Under the mottled firelight, he seemed to hear the devil's low taunt.

Chu Zihang thought of another thing. He remembered the ghost figures he saw seven years ago when he encountered the accident on the elevated highway on a rainy night... Where did those things come from? There are so many of them, they are like unconscious walking zombies, so what kind of existence did they have before they turned into those things? Could it be an ordinary human being?

People in this city disappear inexplicably every year and are gradually forgotten. If they become something other than human beings, does that mean their original existence has been replaced?

So dad, if I can still find you, can I still recognize you...or, are you still the same person?

The unshaven man flashed through Chu Zihang's mind. He always loved to smile and was very talkative. Chu Zihang obviously spent half an hour every day thinking about his experiences with him, but for some reason, that man's appearance made him... His mind had become a little blurry.

Chu Zihang felt scared for no reason. He looked at the yellowed and old newspapers. These old newspapers were piled up in this closed room. If they hadn't paid special attention to reading them today, I'm afraid there would be no one in the world. Will think of these things... Chu Zihang is afraid that his memory will be like the things recorded in these old newspapers. It obviously happened, but was gradually forgotten by people, and was finally submerged in the dust of history.

If a person is forgotten by everyone in the world, then his existence is truly erased. How powerless and desperate must he be?

"Brother, are you afraid that you will forget?" Lu Mingfei noticed that Chu Zihang's mood was not right, and he comforted, "Didn't you keep a memo? Don't be afraid. If you really forget, I will help you." Remember, I will definitely not forget it, and I will remind you when the time comes.”

"Thank you." Chu Zihang took a few deep breaths.