"Something's wrong, why are you walking back again? We've been going right, only three times? Why did we go around in a circle? But even if we go around in a circle, we have to see the entrance to the starting point, right?" Meihui asked me.

I even wondered if there was something following us when we came in. He remembered my mark and had already marked it before we got to the next corner, confusing us. I suddenly turned my head...there was nothing behind me, not even a shadow of a ghost except for the dark wind.

"Go back!" I said.

We followed the way we came and went in the opposite direction. As soon as we hit the corner, we turned directly to the left. Logically speaking, we can definitely get back to the entrance by turning three times in a row. But when we turned the third corner, The symbol I marked for the first time appeared in front of me again, and the entrance disappeared for no apparent reason.

I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. I couldn't believe what I saw with my own eyes. "Woman, smell it, is there the smell of datura grass here?"

"No? It all smells like mold." She answered simply.

Weird, without datura we wouldn't be able to fall into the illusion that the brain sets for ourselves, but why can't we come back? Is there really something dirty in this layer causing trouble? In this case, I This is the first time I have encountered a kind of fear that is not only brought about by direct vision, but also the invisible pressure placed on myself by my own heart.

The current maze has brought us inexplicable panic. I am almost at my wits end. There is no danger in this maze. All we need to defeat is ourselves, but our naked eyes are deceiving ourselves again and again. .

"This time you walk in front, we are back to back. I stare behind to see if there is nothing behind us. Remember, don't make any symbols this time. Make a special mark that others can't imitate. The mark is drawn to the corner, let’s go to the left!”

Meihui nodded, took the marker, and walked step by step towards the corner on the left. I leaned against her back and stepped back a little. Although our heels often touched, at least now I felt a little safer. High Point.

Meihui made a mark and told me that no one would be able to imitate this mark, unless it was a copy machine. I stepped back step by step, trying my best to look ahead, for fear of something behind me, and when I passed the corner, I glanced sideways and almost missed it. Sprayed out. On the wall at the corner, she used a marker to write seven characters crookedly: "Park Mi-hye is here for a visit." Mi-hye's academic performance is very average. She can't write these words as much as she wants. It's ridiculous. Not to mention, no one can imitate it. And even though she was like this, she was afraid of being imitated by that thing, so she specially drew a cute smiley face in front of the seven words.

Don't tell me, Meihui's trick works. If you keep going forward, you will no longer see repeated symbols as long as there is a corner. Meihui follows the gourd and draws the scoop, writing a sentence every time, and then draws a simple smiling face, crying The faces serve as markers to the left and right. Although this method works, our entrance has lost its direction and it is impossible to go back.
Chapter completed!