Chapter 96 Night Market Street (XVIII)

Yu Ning wanted to go forward and knock on the door, but as soon as he raised his hand, he realized that he was doing a very stupid thing.

He extended his hand and placed it under his chin, frowning and pondering.

...If something really happened to the young master, the corresponding player in the night market group should have teleported him.

But so much time has passed and there is still no movement...

…

Will the copy not kill the player but just trap them?

But if he really gets to the point where he is trapped in the room, then the young master must have fallen into hallucination. If this continues, failure is only a matter of time, right?

He had been dragging it out for so long, his will must still be struggling with the dungeon, but it didn't seem like a good thing to keep dragging it out, after all, there wasn't much time left in the dungeon...

Yu Ning was conflicted.

Should he contact the night market group players for the young master?

Is it too much? Maybe the young master is actually doing well now?

Yu Ning wandered in the corridor for a while, but still felt that this was not a good way to go. He turned around and walked to his own warm bed. As soon as he opened the side door, he stopped there again.

A thought suddenly popped into my mind.

What exactly is this “feeling of dizziness”?

At the beginning of the copy, they all felt dizzy after they had chosen their respective university admission letters, but now it seemed that the situation at that time was completely different from the dizziness mentioned in the rules of the Xinlian Hotel.

Why do the four rooms 201 and 203, 202 and 204 cause dizziness to the players in groups of two, and the dizziness pills that Xu Jin and Wang Hao took didn't work the previous times, but it worked for him just now?

Yu Ning quickly reviewed it in his mind.

The two times when Xu Jin and Wang Hao took the dizziness pills were when they entered 204 and 201 respectively.

And he was just in 203...

——For each group of rooms, will the dizziness pill only be effective in one of the rooms?

After the dizziness pill took effect, the dizziness and double vision quickly subsided, he returned to normal and left the room. But what would happen if he allowed the dizziness and double vision to worsen... ?

Yu Ning must try to think in reverse. After all, the rules may not necessarily be beneficial to the players.

On the surface, it may be beneficial to players, but if taking medicine can eliminate the risks and everything is that simple, it seems too simple and even a bit confusing.

The more Yu Ning thought about it, the more he felt that... there must be some kind of connection between the rooms in pairs that they had not discovered, and this connection was definitely related to the "dizziness"!

If he asked someone to teleport Yan Shaowen out now, the two of them would have to exchange rooms to explore later, which might not go smoothly and would take longer and longer. It would be better for him to go back to Room 203 and try again!

Thinking of this, Yu Ning took the knife from the bed and carved [Quickly send me! Hotel Group]

*

When Jiang Shuyue saw the words, he immediately ran back to his stall and filled the left side of the table with goods. In an instant, all the words on the scars on his arm disappeared.

Just at this moment, Mu Yu's handwriting appeared on Lu Zhongnian's arm.

[We have all come out. We don't see anyone at the Xinlian Hotel. How about you? ]

Lu Zhongnian said to Miao Xiang, "You go out and meet them first. Jiang Shuyue and I will wait until the remaining two players in Xinlian Hotel are dealt with before we go out."

Miao Xiang hesitated to speak, finally gritted his teeth and said: "...Okay, then you guys be careful!"

After Miao Xiang ran away, Jiang Shuyue supported himself on the table with both hands, remaining silent, with veins bulging on his arms.

It's already 7:19.

Just now at 7:17, the player in the Junk Street Group corresponding to him ate the food that had a time limit of only 10 minutes, which means that he only has 8 minutes left.

...Is it really too late?

*

The Miao people run very fast.

She was sprinting at the speed of a 100-meter physical fitness test. After passing through the thick fog, she stepped into the outside world!

The refreshing yet cold air blew in her face, and the dark city stood before her.

There are rows of dark buildings and deserted roads everywhere. Everything is so familiar, yet so strange.

Miao Xiang watched all this in amazement, not daring to slow down, and soon saw two little brats at the place where the Xinlian Hotel should be? !

She almost fell down.

I guessed that the young group would become younger, but I didn’t expect them to become this young!

Mu Yu's heart sank when he saw that only Miao Xiang ran out. When Miao Xiang came closer, he asked, "Where are Lu Zhongnian and Jiang Shuyue?"

"They are still waiting for the players from the hotel group. It seems that the players from the hotel group are in some trouble. Huh..." Miao Xiang gasped for breath and rubbed his chest. He was still panicking. "They asked us to leave first!"

"How come your group has grown so old?" Gao Zhanyuan looked at Miao Xiang's silver hair in surprise.

When everyone met in that white space, they were in normal physical condition. Mu Yu had said that the players in the Night Market Group would age, but he didn't expect them to age like this...

Miao Xiang now looked like she was 70 years old. If it weren't for her youthful voice and the fact that she could barely sprint a hundred meters just now, he would have thought that the dungeon was really inhumane to choose an old lady to come in...

"Yeah! I think it's amazing too!" Miao Xiang also thought that the two little kids in front of him looked very strange...

Wait, why are there only two?

Just then, Zhang Huawei came running over from a distance holding a stick.

——Before leaving Garbage Street, just in case, Mu Yu found the vending machine that they had always ignored and exchanged a demon coin for a baseball bat.

Zhang Huawei just searched around with a stick and found something: "There is a sticky note left by a player named Hong Yang!"

Mu Yu's heart skipped a beat.

After Zhang Huawei ran over, he quickly took the sticky note and looked at it. Hong Yang's familiar messy handwriting read:

[The hotbed has been laid, no problem. A player from the hotel group got on the train, I'll catch up and take a look. - Hong Yang]

Hong Yang got on the train?

Mu Yu's expression changed slightly.

It is still uncertain whether the train terminal is in the same place as the monster generator. If not...

Miao Xiang was also a little surprised when he saw this, but fortunately, they already had an idea of ​​where the monster generator would be.

She quickly shared the clues about the night market.

"How about this, I'll get on the train and catch up to them," Zhang Huawei volunteered. "If the train's terminal and the monster generator are in the same place, that would be the best. If not, I'll find the other two people and then think of a solution. Anyway, I've got these arrows in mind!"

Mu Yu and Gao Zhanyuan were stunned.

Gao Zhanyuan frowned: "Are you sure? You——"

As soon as Gao Zhanyuan opened his mouth, Zhang Huawei's face changed.

"I'm sure! I told you I really want to help you solve the dungeon together!" Zhang Huawei glared at him in shame and anger, "I'm a man of my words. No matter whether this train sends me to life or death today, I'm on it!"

Gao Zhanyuan was choked.

He grabbed a handful of his hair and turned his eyes away.

After these heroic words came out, Zhang Huawei seemed to have finally exhaled the foul air in his chest, and he finally felt refreshed.

He glared at Gao Zhanyuan again, and when he saw Mu Yu moving his lips, he cleared his throat and said, "Well, Mu Yu, you stay here. You don't even know how to get to the right place with these arrows, and how many hundred meters you have to walk before you can turn. I will take care of your friends. Your most important task now is to lead everyone to find the monster generator!"

"If the train's final stop is still a dead end, then you can save our lives if you find the generator in time!"

Mu Yu was silent.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, and said, "...we'll mark the way with sticky notes."

Zhang Huawei understood what he meant.

"Okay, if we come back here at that time, we will follow your marks!"

"Well," Mu Yu said to Zhang Huawei, "...be careful, we are waiting for you."

…

After Zhang Huawei took out the train ticket, before he could figure out how to get on the train, the train appeared in front of them.

The little fat boy waved his hand with a relaxed expression, but the moment he got on the bus, they noticed... his body was very tense.

Zhang Huawei swallowed, clenched his teeth, and got on the train in a flash, as if not giving himself a chance to regret.

The train whistled and started moving.

There was silence at the spot.

Mu Yu heard Gao Zhanyuan let out a low "tsk" sound, and turned his head to the side, only to see this guy with his eyes downcast, scratching his yellow hair into a mess.

Mu Yu patted his shoulder and said softly, "If you have anything to say, we can talk after the dungeon is out."

"......Yeah." Gao Zhanyuan responded sullenly.

Miao Xiang led them towards the night market and groped their way to the location where Lao Yang's table was originally located.

Then they set off following the arrows, dropping sticky notes along the way.

Time was running out, so they had to run.

At first, they were still worried about how many meters they had to run to turn according to the second arrow, which would waste a lot of their time. As a result, they found that the route was actually very clear!

After running about 300 meters, they came to a three-way intersection. The paths leading straight ahead and to the right were small roads, and the only one leading to the left was a road as wide as the one they were running on.

Obviously, they have to turn here according to the second arrow.

The night is cold.

Their breath gradually turned into bursts of white mist.

When Gao Zhanyuan heard Miao Xiang mention Lao Yang, he was surprised and said, "Lao Yang? I know him well!"

Mu Yu asked curiously, "How come you are so familiar with 'Lao Yang'?"

"Because I have a cousin who usually sells clam rice noodles on Garbage Street, I used to come here often," Gao Zhanyuan recalled and sighed, "Old Yang is very literary and speaks in a very literary way. I think he studied liberal arts at Lian University. After graduating from university, he went back to his hometown and worked as a Chinese teacher for a while."

Miao Xiang ran out of breath: "I, I still haven't figured it out, huh, why, huh, the copy chose him...!"

Mu Yu thought for a moment and asked Gao Zhanyuan, "How much do you know about Old Yang?"

“That’s a lot!”

Gao Zhanyuan said that Lao Yang once mentioned that he came from a very remote small city and his family was very poor.

He is the third child in the family, with an older sister and an older brother.

When he was a child, he was wild, playful and rebellious. Because he was not calm enough, his parents thought he was not good at studying, even though his academic performance was good at the time and his teachers praised him for his intelligence.

Right after graduating from junior high school, his parents wanted him to go out to work and earn money. Lao Yang was very dissatisfied and said that he could go out to earn money, but only during holidays, and the money he earned could only be used to allow him to continue his schooling. His father thought he was disobedient and was so angry that he almost broke his legs.

Many years later, Lao Yang slowly got over the resentment he had during his childhood.

The education his parents received was certainly not enough. Perhaps it was because of their limited knowledge that they always had a stubborn prejudice against people. Or perhaps it was because they were too tired from life that they had no energy to think more.

Anyway, Lao Yang knew that it wasn’t that they didn’t love him, they just couldn’t change their mind.

Unfortunately, some things cannot be let go just by understanding them.

Even many years later, when Lao Yang recalled his childhood, he still said that he would never compromise. However, if he had been more stable at the time, he might have chosen a less intense way to deal with these conflicts.

However, of course, time cannot be reversed.

During the summer vacation when Lao Yang graduated from junior high school, an uncle couldn't bear to see his situation and stepped forward to say that he was willing to send him to a good school.

His parents felt embarrassed and tried to refuse, but Lao Yang left without hesitation.

It has been many years since I left.

At the beginning, he was full of resentment. He lived in the school dormitory, had no mobile phone, and ignored the calls from his parents to the teacher's office.

Later, during the winter and summer vacations, he stayed at his uncle's house and did not go back. He finally started answering his parents' calls, but they always ended in a bad mood.

Later, he successfully passed the entrance exam to Lian University, and he was proud of himself and had a bright future.

He finally felt a little relieved, but the family affection had been worn away. When he received a call from his parents again, he felt that their voices sounded more tired than three years ago, but he couldn't open his mouth to say a word of concern. He felt awkward.

Time passes day by day.

Humans are truly contradictory creatures.

Lao Yang's days at Lianda were fulfilling and satisfying. All of this was in line with his childhood ambitions. Everything he had now was the best counterattack against what his parents had done back then. Moreover, all family ties were gone. He should have been able to completely abandon everything and move forward in big strides. However, in the silence of the night, Lao Yang began to recall his parents' voices on the phone over and over again.

Very strange.

The thread had long been worn down by the knife to only a strand left, but that strand seemed impossible to break.

It is solid and firm, and is the most real thing that is revealed after peeling off layer after layer of complicated and gorgeous outer layers, connecting him with his parents.

Lao Yang began to think, has the relationship between him and his parents really reached the point where they have to break off?

His parents were certainly unreasonable during those years, but is this incident really unforgivable?

The most important lesson that years of growth have taught him is that humans are not perfect, they are creatures that make mistakes, and they grow by making mistakes throughout their lives.

When humans become parents, they only enter a major milestone in life. It does not mean that they become perfect people from then on. They may restrain themselves and make fewer mistakes, but they may also be overwhelmed by life and make more mistakes.

At the end of the day, humans are unpredictable.

Just like him, he suddenly wanted to try to reconcile with his parents.

This idea had no origin, but once it emerged, it grew higher and higher upwards and penetrated deeper and deeper downwards.

It grows inexplicably, becoming more impossible to ignore every day.

Lao Yang rarely dwells on a problem for too long, so he chose a sunny afternoon to do this.

At that time, he had just confirmed that he would receive a scholarship and had just got a very good holiday internship.

He was cheerful but a little nervous.

He had a full speech in mind, and wanted to explain to his parents his mental journey over the years one by one. It seemed that only in this way could the gap between them be completely dissolved.

But when the phone was picked up and he heard his mother's breathing, who always stopped telling him stories when he was drowsy and just lingered in his ears to send him to sleep, his throat seemed to be choked.

He remained silent, his lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.

How should I say it? How should I start?

What was his mood when he left home, and how did he spend the years away from his family? He had prepared so much, but suddenly he seemed to have forgotten everything.

He felt like he had become a mute. He had studied science and literature for so long, but in the end he couldn't even produce a punctuation mark.

Finally, he clenched his fists, sweating all over, and what came out of his throat was a dry sentence: Do you want to come to Xinlian City to play for a few days? I, I will pick you up...

In response, he was met with even longer silence.

…

"He, his father is sick?!" Miao Xiang asked breathlessly.

Gao Zhanyuan sighed, "Yeah, at that time, Lao Yang was only a sophomore, and his father seemed to have cancer? Anyway, his father had been ill for a long time at that time, and they had been hiding it from him."

"Why, why did you hide it? Huh..."

"I don't know. Maybe his parents also felt it was awkward to contact him. At that time, Lao Yang's brothers and sisters seemed to be working outside. His father also needed money for medical treatment. It was impossible for them to quit their jobs and go home to take care of him. It seemed that it was also very hard for Lao Yang's mother to take care of his father at home alone, so Lao Yang had the idea of ​​dropping out of school and returning home at that time..."

Gao Zhanyuan scratched his head. "At that time, he was probably afraid that his father wouldn't make it, and he regretted the cold war for so many years... But at that time, his parents' attitudes changed. They told him not to go back, to stay here and study hard, cherish the opportunity, and apologized to him for what happened in the past."

"Later, Lao Yang worked while studying and sent all the money back home. But Lao Yang said that he was actually quite confused during that time."

When I was young, I left home without looking back because I was filled with hatred and unwillingness to admit defeat. I thought I could make a way for myself with my own tender legs.

Now I want to go home and the road is already paved before my feet, but my parents persuade me to stay.

What kind of place is home?

Why does this place always evoke such mixed emotions?

He looked at it from afar, wanting to get closer but not daring to take a step. He wanted to look at it but it seemed to be getting farther and farther away. He tried hard to recall its appearance in his memory, but the picture in his mind became more and more blurred.

Of course, Lao Yang went home a few times.

But he said that in his memory, he always felt as if he had never been back since the summer after he graduated from junior high school, until the day his father died.

After graduating from university, as an outstanding graduate of Lian-Jiang University, he could have had good job opportunities, but in the end he chose to return to his hometown to teach and take care of his mother.

He didn't come back until his mother passed away and his daughter was admitted to Lian University.

At that time, Lao Yang was already old. He set up a stall here, made clay figures every day, and watched the students coming and going with a calm mind.

Because President Lian Daha likes to come to him for tea, many students in the university town know Lao Yang's story.

Many people feel sad and think that Lao Yang's life started off high and ended low - although he returned to his hometown due to family ties, based on Lao Yang's performance in Lian University, his life could have been on the rise, instead of ending up as a Chinese teacher in an ordinary high school.

But Lao Yang himself doesn't think so.

Looking back over the past years, he admitted that he left home for some ulterior motive, but he also really liked reading.

Later, he chose to return to his hometown because at that stage, he felt that he could continue to "study" anywhere, but family affection was only at home.

Lao Yang once hoped that he could live his life again. He liked the poem that goes, "Half of our life is spent cleaning a table."

He also always wanted to clean up that table. However, if he really went back to the starting point, would everything be different?

If he were put back to every node in his life, would he make different choices?

not necessarily.

He figured it out and realized that it wasn't necessarily the case.

From the past to the present, he has actually made the choice he wanted most at every stage of his life.

Those choices may not necessarily be the most correct ones, but how many choices in life can be perfect and leave no regrets?

The fact is, no matter what choice you make, there will be regrets. No matter how you clean the table, there will be mottled scars left on the table as you go through life.

So, he cleaned the table in the first half of his life in an attempt to reset everything, and he cleaned the table in the second half of his life in order to look back on the past journey and touch the traces left by time.

…

They ran in the cold wind and in the darkness.

Gao Zhanyuan also began to pant: "Old Yang is actually a very forward-looking person. This copy...it doesn't understand Old Yang at all!"

...and they don’t understand humans at all!

There are many important things in a person's life, but "absolute correctness" is definitely not one of them.

Human beings may have various pursuits in their lives, but "absolutely correct" is definitely not one of them.

Human beings are unpredictable and undefinable. Even an ordinary mortal has a vast and rich inner self.

He doesn't understand at all.

Miao Xiang was so tired that he could hardly speak: "The sunflower..."

Gao Zhanyuan: "Sunflowers are Lao Yang's favorite flower. When he was a child, there was a field full of sunflowers next to his home. He said he loved rolling around there the most, huh...!"

Miao Xiang: "So this, huh, this is an image? It, huh, it has no other meaning?"

Mu Yu had been listening silently until this moment, when he spoke: "For him, sunflowers are home."

…

The train rumbled along in the darkness, gradually picking up speed.

Zhang Huawei was alert at first, looking around, but after finding that the train was moving forward normally, he gradually began to doze off.

At a certain moment, his head nodded heavily and he suddenly became sober.

At this moment, the train passed through rows of tall buildings and roared into the vast world.

Something glimmered in the peripheral light.

Zhang Huawei glanced out the window, then jumped up, leaned over to the window, and blurted out in shock: "F---ah--"