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Jack's tone was somewhat commanding, as if he were instructing a subordinate.
Fatty glared at him, puffing out his cheeks.
I knew this was the prelude to Fatty's outburst. I wasn't worried about Fatty spitting on American Guy; I was more concerned about disrupting the current train of thought. I thought that Fatty's words had already sparked some realizations in certain people, like Jack. He wouldn't ask Fatty those questions without reason. His expression was focused, so much so that he seemed to forget that Fatty held the absolute advantage and that there was a difficult-to-reconcile conflict between them.
"Don't stoop to American Guy's level; let's focus on the main issue. We don't have time to waste with him," I quickly interjected, trying to smooth things over.
Compared to his conflict with Jack, Fatty valued my allegiance more. Hearing my obvious bias, Fatty shot Jack a triumphant glare. "We'll discuss this later; it has nothing to do with me. Does he really think he's something special?"
Then Fatty turned his face towards me. "You know, when I looked at that figure down below, my hair stood on end."
I glanced at Fatty's blood-crusted and charred bald head, speechless. The awkwardness I felt was indescribable. With a head like yours, completely bald, and just as it started to grow back, Heimanluo burned it all off—how hard could it be to have your hair stand up? That's just your hair roots.
"I looked at that familiar silhouette and felt an inexplicable sensation; it was like looking at myself. Qiangzi, you really can't understand how I felt at that moment. I saw another me, and it felt real; I didn't think that thing was Heimanluo—it was truly me."
Fatty's expression became complex once again, his features contorting as if he were enduring immense pain.
"At that moment, I felt a tingling in my spine, like being drawn in by static electricity. My sweat-soaked clothes began to lift away from my back. You know how cold it is there; the sweat and damp clothes had frozen against my spine. But in that instant, the clothes stuck to my back pulled away as if someone had grabbed them.
In truth, what worried me most was still Heimanluo down below. Yet instinctively, I turned to take a look."
Fatty stopped here. Under the flashlight, the flesh on his face trembled violently for a moment. It reminded me of an actor from an old Japanese drama who would have his cheeks shake dramatically whenever he got excited.
Fatty rubbed his face, took a long breath, and leaned his chubby head closer to me. "Do you know what I saw?"
I felt more nervous than Fatty, who resembled a horror movie monster at that moment; indeed, he looked quite terrifying. I shook my head, my scalp tingling.
"Behind me. Above me, it seems there’s a mirror, and in the mirror, there’s another me."
"Another Heimanluo!" I exclaimed.
"Not Heimanluo." Fatty's expression was pained.
"Why not Heimanluo? It appeared at the cliff's peak before. Your experience might reveal something else; there’s not just one Heimanluo here. Think about it: you fell down in front of me from above, and during your fall, you saw Heimanluo. But then I saw it appear at the cliff's peak. How do you explain that? I don't believe it can fly up there. Even if it could fly, it wouldn’t appear at the cliff's peak in such a short time."
Fatty shook his head heavily. "It's not Heimanluo. I can't explain it, but I can be sure that what I saw wasn't Heimanluo. Because there was another me doing the same actions. He was also looking back as if my soul was watching my body."
I asked in terror and urgency, "You didn't see its face? You just looked like you were staring into a mirror! What exactly is going on? I'm getting confused."
"I don't know how to explain it; looking into the mirror isn't accurate. That other me was doing the same actions, more like my image being projected behind me. I stared intently at this other me, waiting for him to turn around, but he seemed to have more patience than I did; I never got to see that moment.
At that moment, I suddenly thought: was the me below also doing the same actions?
I suddenly turned around. Unfortunately, I did not see the scene I had imagined. But at that moment, my mind spiraled out of control. I had to do something; if I didn’t, I would go insane. I desperately threw my Flashlight down toward the person below or Heimanluo.
“What happened next?” Despite Fatty ’s still pained expression, he suddenly stopped narrating. My impatience drove me to ask, “Did you hit him? What was his reaction?”
Fatty shook his head. “My memory stops here. Then I saw American Guy roughly throw me off Big Black Pig and onto the Ground.”
“You’re a real piece of work. You knocked yourself out,” Jack's voice reached my ears just as the frustration on Fatty ’s face had not yet faded.
Fatty and I both turned our eyes to Jack, exclaiming in unison, “Yourself?!”
I felt utterly shocked and confused. Fatty seemed to be processing this, his face falling into a frown. “Was it really me?”
Jack shrugged habitually, but even that seemed to burden him; he quickly relaxed after a slight lift of his shoulders. A fine sheen of sweat appeared on his pale face. It seemed his injuries were worse than I had anticipated, further diminishing my confidence in getting him out of here.
Jack gritted his teeth and pressed down on his sternum a few times. “It seems my main injury might not even be in my leg. Damn it, I hope I didn’t hurt any internal organs.”
“What’s wrong with your leg? Didn’t you just get Fatty off Big Black Pig?” Luckily, I reacted quickly and didn’t kick; if Fatty heard that, he would have flipped out immediately.
Jack shook his head. “Let’s not talk about that for now.”
Fatty scoffed. “That’s your guilty conscience.”
Ignoring Fatty, Jack continued, “Actually, when I threw down this Flashlight tube from above, I realized the situation below was quite complicated, which led me to speculate and take the risk to come down and uncover the truth.”
Tang Yumo had conducted the same experiment in front of me; I knew that incredible scene all too well and blurted out, “The reflection of a torch! Oh, Tang Yumo threw down a torch afterward. I think we saw the same thing.”
"Not a reflection."
"Is it this torch?"
Jack and Fatty spoke at the same time, each expressing their different concerns about the matter.
However, Fatty's desire to perform was stronger, and he pressed on urgently, "This torch." He pointed to the burning torch behind him. "I found it down below; it shows signs of having been lit before.
Is it the one you threw down? Did it land on the Ground before me and Jack?"
I swallowed hard. "If there isn't a second torch here, then it must be. But how the hell do we explain this?"
With that, I turned my gaze to Jack. Maybe he could provide an explanation.
(To Be Continued.)
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