Madison squatted on the boundless plane, writing something on the ground. The afterimage of the finger made the words written by Madison appear briefly.

"Arthur?" Someone read the name written by Madison.

Madison turned his head and frowned, "When did you come?"

The master of this world, Leo in Inferno squatted down next to Madison. "There is no concept of time here." It probably means that he cannot use the phrase "just come early. Watching the remnants of Madison ’s fingers disappear, "Who is Arthur?"

Madison pouted and began to write with the afterimage, lonely.

This pitiful situation was caused by Madison himself. He could have met Leo with other people in this purgatory, which he himself refused.

Time doesn't exist, so Madison doesn't know how long he has stayed on this endless plane ... Hey, this situation is too difficult to describe.

Leo didn't ask any more, watching Madison write on the ground.

Words constructed by the afterimage-Arthur held the timer, watched the time passed and walked to his companion, put his expressionless hand beside his cheek, and pulled the slightly trembling companion to his face. Arthur opened and closed her lips almost against the other's ears, "Do you want to kill us."

"Tough guy ha." Leo said again.

Madison glanced at Leo again. The previous words had slowly disappeared. Madison started a new line and continued to write with the afterimage-

Arthur's trembling trembling companion, coldly, "Come again."

Leo sat cross-legged next to Madison, "Is this what happened in this time?" Asked another question.

Madison continued to write, but finally responded to Leo, "You have nothing else to do."

"Here is purgatory." Leo laughed. "Nothing to do ~"

Madison tilted his mouth, "Then find someone to chat with."

"Others don't need me." Leo looked at Madison's new words, "Who is this Arthur? Is he a human in Patton?"

"You don't need to know." Madison continued writing--

Arthur looked at the timer that finally didn't time out, nodded blankly, and pointed to the backpack beside him. "Now there is 500,000 cash in it. Carry it on your back and try again."

Leo looked at the disappearing afterimage and blinked, "Uh ... Madison, what is this Arthur doing?"

Madison rubbed his lips, "There is nothing you need to care about." Leo looked at him, "It's not your purgatory."

It is also a reply to what I just said-what Madison is writing now is a matter of time in the world.

"Madison, I need to talk to you about purgatory." Leola held Madison's hands trying to continue writing. "You can't stay here alone like this ..." Leo was ready to speak in Madison. He gave a speechless face, "Hey, I know you think you still have the opportunity to go out from here, but Madison, your ability is to see the future of this world, not this purgatory. You may be very sure that you I can go back to this world but I can tell you very responsibly that if you go on like this, you will be 'dead' here. The future you see in this world will change. "

Madison's mouth moved, and he didn't speak.

"Hey." Leo shook his head. "Yes, he was also dead in purgatory." Leo let go of Madison's hand and pointed to the distance. "Look there."

Madison looked at it. The plane without margins still had no margins. Madison didn't know what Leo wanted to see.

"What do you see?" Leo asked.

"I didn't read anything ..." Madison glanced at Leo when he answered and paused because Leo was gone, "Leo?"

"I'm here." Somewhere in the distance, from a sesame-sized dot, zoomed in a little, until I returned to Madison, still sitting cross-legged, "It's beside you, also in the infinite distance. Leo shook his head. "I do n’t know how to explain this to you, the creature of the Lord ’s faith, but I can tell you that if I am the gatekeeper of purgatory, I can no longer hear your voice and come to your By your side, you are dead. "

Madison squatted for a while, and said, "What the **** are you, the gatekeeper of purgatory?"

Leo suddenly had a smile on his face, and his body swayed twice, "I? I am the gatekeeper, guarding the various doors in the world of purgatory ~"

Madison's eyes crossed Leo, looking at the infinite plane behind him, "Door. Do I have a door here?"

"Yes ~" Leo shrugged. "But it's probably not the door in your common sense." Laughing, "But if there is no door, how do you think I came in ~"

Madison pursed his lips for a while, "You are going out and looking in once."

Leo smiled and disappeared.

"Leo." Madison looked around the open area.

Leo appeared, on the other side of Madison, sitting cross-legged again, "Madison ~"

Madison turned around and faced Leo, pursing his mouth again for a while, "Can you take me out."

Leo smiled, "I can ~ this is what I tried to get you to do, go out and see the other people behind the door of purgatory ~" Leo suddenly got excited, "I have asked you a lot ~ There are many Does anyone know you ~ "He said, he was going to prepare for La Madison.

Instinct alert by Madison, "Who wants to know me?"

"Uh ... some angels and the like." Leo replied, "Madison, things in this world have nothing to do with us, you don't need to worry about anything."

Madison frowned, "If I go out with you and see the creatures behind the other doors, will I not die?"

"Hey." Leo sighed again, "I know that you can't understand the rules of purgatory, but basically, yes. If you continue to be behind your door and kill your own thoughts, your thoughts without new additions It will dry up. Then, your thoughts will no longer be able to drive your physical form ... "Leo said as he gestured at Madison's body, especially the hand where Madison wrote," You will become a bunch of stone."

Madison started blinking, and the frequency was still a little bit faster. "What's it?"

Leo continued to shake his head and sigh, "There is no time in purgatory, which means that this world is not dynamic. Everything should be static, do you understand?"

This Madison can understand. Time is the scale used to record the dynamics of matter, isn't it?

"Then tell Madison why you can move?" Leo asked.

"Because I'm alive, I'm not a stone. Of course I can move." Madison replied with a lip.

Leo shook his head, but soon turned to nod, "You will turn into stone." Leo looked at Madison's hand, "I know that you are here because of boredom. Write here and write Barton's story, right. But have you ever thought about waiting for you in this world of nothing, the only thing you can do-after writing the story, what else can you do? "

"I will come up with new things to do." Madison frowned.

No, Madison was wrong.

Leo lowered his head, "I said, there's nothing here, you can't think of anything new to do."

Madison opened his mouth, instinctively refuting, but looked around—the endless plane.

"When you can't think of what you can do, your thoughts stop moving." Leo's fingers are circled. "You become a stone, and you die."

Madison opened his mouth slightly and hesitated, "Knowing the other people in purgatory can keep me going on with new ... uh, 'thought'?"

Leo nodded, it should be that Madison's attitude has changed, let Leo relax a little faster, "Of course ~"

Madison's face pulled, "What is this 'thought'? Soul?"

Leo was a little helpless again, "No." Leaving a circle he painted, "When I say that thought drives material form action, the material form is also different from what you understand in this world. In purgatory, the soul is also Matter. "Looking at Madison," It's stone. Anything that doesn't have a thought is a stone. "

Madison closed his eyes and struggled to accept the new knowledge, which seemed a bit difficult.

Leo suddenly looked at Madison. "You have written so many stories about the vampire of Zachary Torrido. His strongest ability is to change other people's memories. What do you think of memories?"

Madison opened his eyes, "What can it be, is what records a person's life experience. What kind of person a person lives in is an extension of memory in the present."

Leo nodded and asked again, "What is the mark of the soul."

"Same thing."

Leo nodded again, "The human body and soul can be one while the person is alive, and may separate into other things after death, accumulating other memories and soul marks." Looking at Madison, " Speaking of this, the memory in the flesh and the imprint of the soul in the soul are just a record, right? A record of what action a certain creature will take at the moment, right. "

Madison tilted his mouth. "And then." Madison could feel what Leo was trying to tell himself.

"But you have also seen those creatures that have lost their soul marks, or memories, still being themselves, aren't they."

Madison recalled it. Yes, in the case of Harrison, Harrison is a perfect example. The memory of the flesh is Harrison the ghoul, and the soul is the memory of Harrison the angel.

Madison felt that he was keeping up with Leo ’s meaning, “You mean‘ thought ’? A biological‘ thought ’is the most important thing to leave a record in the flesh or soul.”

Leo En said, "In this world, everything is carried out in order, so there is the so-called cause and effect, memory or soul mark, which causes the creature's" thought "in the moment, and then this" thought "becomes an action, Finally it becomes a new memory and soul mark, which is recorded in the life experience of the creature. "

Leo looked at Madison seriously, "But in purgatory, there is no time. There is no order and causality. Thought is the only dominance of this purgatory creature." Some worry that Madison's understanding is limited, "You can understand what I said If there is no time to divide the order in purgatory, there is no causal relationship between memory and action. Any creature that is not a stone can have any dynamics in purgatory only because of one thing-the existence of thought. "

Let ’s not say Madison can fully understand it, but at least I heard some important points, and looked at Leo, "If you do n’t think, then do n’t talk about memory and actions, you will have nothing. There is nothing in purgatory, just stone. , Is death. "" But you have also seen those creatures that have lost their soul marks, or memories, still doing themselves, aren't they. "

Madison recalled it. Yes, in the case of Harrison, Harrison is a perfect example. The memory of the flesh is Harrison the ghoul, and the soul is the memory of Harrison the angel.

Madison felt that he was keeping up with Leo ’s meaning, “You mean‘ thought ’? A biological‘ thought ’is the most important thing to leave a record in the flesh or soul.”

Leo En said, "In this world, everything is carried out in order, so there is the so-called cause and effect, memory or soul mark, which causes the creature's" thought "in the moment, and then this" thought "becomes an action, Finally it becomes a new memory and soul mark, which is recorded in the life experience of the creature. "

Leo looked at Madison seriously, "But in purgatory, there is no time. There is no order and causality. Thought is the only dominance of this purgatory creature." Some worry that Madison's understanding is limited, "You can understand what I said If there is no time to divide the order in purgatory, there is no causal relationship between memory and action. Any creature that is not a stone can have any dynamics in purgatory only because of one thing-the existence of thought. "

Let ’s not say Madison can fully understand it, but at least I heard some important points, and looked at Leo, "If you do n’t think, then do n’t talk about memory and actions, you will have nothing. There is nothing in purgatory, just stone. Is death. "

On Leo ’s face, there was another relaxed smile, "Yeah ~ Oh, it ’s worthy of being a storyteller. I ’m worried that you ca n’t understand it. I ’m worthy of being a storyteller. I ’m worried that you ca n’t understand it ~"

Madison had no intention of receiving this praise. Instead, he looked at Leo, "Thinking, it seems like a very powerful thing."

"Of course ~" Leo is probably in purgatory. "Thinking is why the creatures here can be called creatures ~" Then, he put on a persuasive look, "Madison, your thoughts are already Being constantly consumed, you are in this world, no, everything you have experienced, all your ideas will be consumed here. If you want to live in purgatory, you must find a way to continue to let yourself think Alive, move! "

"Isn't it good to talk to you?" Mediz put on a headache, it's a joke, "I'm going to explode a lot of" thoughts "in my mind now." It's not a joke, I said later.

"It's a pity, not count ~"