馆长慢悠悠走来,脚步几乎没有声音,仿佛他从未踩在地面上.
The curator walked slowly, his steps nearly silent, as if he floated above the ground.
他停在两人面前,抬起那盏灯,照亮了大厅中央的一面大墙.
He stopped before them and raised the lantern, illuminating a massive wall at the center of the hall.
墙面上整齐排列着二十多个木偶,每一个...都长着林墨的脸.
Lined across the wall were more than twenty puppets—and every single one had Lin Mo's face.
林墨倒吸一口凉气,不由自主后退一步.
Lin Mo gasped and instinctively took a step back.
"这是...什么?"
"What… is this?"
馆长笑容加深:"是你.也是你可能成为的你."
The curator's smile widened. "It's you. And who you might have been."
他伸出细瘦如枯枝般的手指,在其中一个人偶胸口轻点了一下.
He reached out a twig-like finger and tapped one of the puppets on the chest.
那人偶猛地睁开眼睛,露出一个极度熟悉又冰冷的表情.
The puppet's eyes snapped open, revealing an all-too-familiar, cold expression.
"编号017号玩家,当前人格将被上传至试炼人偶."
"Player No.017, your current personality will now be uploaded to a trial puppet."
系统提示随即浮现,带着机械压抑的回响:
The system prompt followed, echoing in a mechanical, suffocating tone:
「请选择一个版本的'你自己'进行投影操控.」
"Select one version of 'yourself' for personality projection."
「该人格将进入人偶进行楼层挑战,原人格暂时被冻结.」
"This personality will enter the puppet for floor trial. Original identity will be temporarily frozen."
林墨感到后脑一阵剧痛,整个人像被拖拽进意识的深渊.
A sharp pain stabbed the back of Lin Mo's head, as if his consciousness was being dragged into an abyss.
他看见墙上的"林墨们"开始微笑,嘴角牵出不同的弧度.
He saw the puppets on the wall begin to smile—each smile slightly different.
有的狡猾,有的懦弱,有的暴躁,有的阴冷...每一个,都是他.
Some sly, some cowardly, some irate, some icy… each of them was him.
苏槐伸手拉住林墨的手腕,眼神警觉.
Su Huai reached out and grabbed his wrist, her eyes wary.
她迅速写下一张纸条塞进他掌心:
She quickly scribbled a note and pressed it into his hand:
「不要选你想成为的,选你最怕变成的.」
"Don't choose who you want to be. Choose the one you fear becoming."
林墨的瞳孔微微收缩.
Lin Mo's pupils contracted slightly.
他终于明白,这是个"陷阱型选择".
He realized at last—this was a trap-choice.
选错了,不是通关失败,而是——失去自我.
A wrong choice wouldn't just mean failure. It meant losing himself.
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系统提示:
System Prompt:
「请在30秒内选择人格映射对象,否则系统将强制分配.」
"Select a personality mapping target within 30 seconds, or the system will assign one for you."
林墨深吸一口气,缓缓举起手,指向最右侧那具人偶.
Lin Mo took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand, pointing at the puppet on the far right.
那是一个带着血污的林墨,眼神疯狂,脸上还带着笑.
It was a bloodstained version of himself—eyes wild, lips twisted in a grin.
"选他."
"This one."
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