[I have arrived, the frequency is related to death, each time leads to the loss of previous memories, including one's own memories, and deepens the connection (uncertain). There are enemies]
Lu Li quietly gazed at the oil lamp casting dim light upon the text in his own handwriting, then abruptly stopped.
The surface of the dust-covered table is filled with shoeprints and contains three notes.
Confirming it's not a trap, Lu Li approached the table, his dark eyes paused upon the familiar yet chaotic shoeprints on the table, and he picked up the three notes.
The first note's text was illegible, incomprehensible, the second and third were his notes, his tone.
Connecting the third and fourth times' notes with the crumpled note in his palm, a vague truth emerged: This place is a corrupt sewer, one of the forbidden zones. Death is not actually dying, but each time dying leads one to forget memories— including original memories.
