Chapter 1716 Did I change history?
Exactly the same.
Especially the pitch-black mask, which was almost the same as the attire of the white-haired man he saw in the memory of the raven corpse.
And now.
But they appeared in his hands.
And what does this mean? Do you need any explanation...
"This is really ridiculous!"
Lynn adjusted her monocle and smiled.
Because this has almost made it clear to him that he has long suspected, that he is unwilling to admit that he feels ridiculous, that white-haired man who appeared in the past history, that appeared in the old wars Raven, is no one else at all.
And just himself.
That's why he looked in the direction of himself at that time in Cthulhu's memory.
Because this is such a bad taste.
Because being able to watch my past self thinking about the weirdness and hidden mysteries all night long because of that look from him, it really makes me happy just thinking about it.
"If that's the case."
"Will the Flesh Dominator be created by me myself?"
Lynn looked up.
The robe and mask transformed into his hands.
But for what purpose?
If I create him in the future, do I just have to kill him now?
He didn't dare to think about it.
He only knows that all the mysteries will be presented to him little by little as time goes by, and whether he is willing or not, he will definitely cross the long river of history again and again and appear in that ancient place. of the past and become part of that history.
Just like the quill said.
Maybe sometimes the cause does not necessarily appear before the result.
Lynn closed her eyes.
That moment.
The armor covered with black feathers was worn on his body, and a dark mask was put on his face.
After putting on the two pieces of equipment, he opened his eyes.
That moment.
He clearly saw time materializing before his eyes.
They are countless invisible threads that are densely packed in all directions. Every movement and every behavior you make is transformed into a continuous line in the embodiment of abstract time. And those countless lines , and converged into a long river rolling forward.
With just one glance, Linn felt dazzled, and the huge amount of information made him dizzy.
"This...this, this, this..."
Zuo Zuo was shocked.
She looked at the equipment Lin En suddenly put on and felt the hairs on her hair stand on end.
Because at this moment, except for the short black hair, Linn was almost exactly the same as the white-haired man they saw in the phantom, as if an ancient phantom appeared in front of them.
Lin En looked at his left hand and said in an inexplicable tone:
"Zuo Zuo."
"Do you still remember the left hand that you saw in the phantom that can also move?"
"I'm sorry, that may not be a coincidence or anything else. She may be you, and the white-haired person who appears in history is not someone else."
"Everything points to me."
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Chirp——
A long crow.
Over the night city, a crow spread its wings and flew high, passing through the layers of towers and the dazzling temple in the square.
The dark crow landed at the window of the women's bathhouse, and the dark crow's eyes reflected the lovely girls inside.
Zuo Zuo was in a daze for a long time, unable to recover from this abnormal change.
She said stiffly:
"Put your head together...you...you..."
Lin En, who turned into a crow, looked at the laughing scene inside the window. The long beak highlighted his appearance at this moment.
"In all the phantoms I saw, he appeared in this form. Even in the ancient legends I heard about Brother Egwene, the Mistress, and even Colossus, the crossings they encountered The ravens are all like me now, that’s why ravens are called ravens.”
Zuozuo said dully: "You can really turn your head into a bird...but that's wrong. Even if you can change into a bird, why is your first reaction to go here? Are you..."
Lin En looked at his paws, interrupted her, took a deep breath, and said:
"Don't worry, there is no way to know who I am."
"In this form, coupled with the blessings given to me by those two pieces of equipment, it basically isolates me from all prying eyes. In the eyes of outsiders, at this moment, I am just a simple crow, without anyone You can recognize me as Lynn.”
Zuo Zuo looked at the girl in the bathhouse in shock and said: "But... but..."
"This shouldn't be the right way to use this ability, right?!"
There was a trace of confusion and desolation in Lin Yaodi's eyes.
Maybe I know this absurd truth.
Even peeping at the girls taking a bath here made him feel a little bit boring, but of course only a little bit.
The next moment.
He flaps his wings and flies high.
"Let's go! Let's go to Wandering Soul Alley to verify something!"
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Go through the portal set up in Night City.
Lin flapped his wings and once again returned to the familiar Wandering Soul Alley.
Black mist surges.
After passing through the rolling black fog, after a full three years, he once again came to the coordinates where he had just fought not long ago.
There was no trace of anything there.
Because it had been three years.
"Let's go home."
Lin En did not stay here for too long.
He flapped his wings and flew over the streets of Wandering Soul Alley, and saw the locked door of the Blood Saw Pharmacy from a distance.
Hualala--
Just in front of the closed door, he turned back into a masked man.
The door of the Blood Saw Pharmacy was locked, and it had been a long time since he last came here.
He opened the door with the key.
His eyes fell on the stone slab in the corner where he had placed the blood contract with the blood doll three years ago.
Zuo Zuo asked in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
Lin En adjusted his monocle and said with dead fish eyes:
"When I went back three years ago, I buried something here. I don't know if it's still there, but from my current memory, nothing has changed, that is to say, history has not been changed. I have repeated my three years of experience since then."
But does the contract of the blood doll still exist?
He walked to that corner.
The slate has become more rotten and covered with dust because of the passage of time.
He stretched out his hand.
He smashed the slate with a punch.
And at that moment, his pupils shrank slightly.
"Actually..."
At that moment.
Under the broken slate, he saw the contract written in the past time with bloody words scribbled on it. Time left traces on it, but it did not erase the contract.
He stretched out his hand and picked it up. It was indeed the contract of selling the blood doll.
Lin En said to himself:
"So, did I change history to some extent, or was history originally like this?"
