Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Roundabout (V)

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Mo Shiyu walked off the set and found that his bag had fallen on a chair at some point, with the opening of the bag facing the set. She Yu was lying in the seam of the bag, revealing two bright eyes, staring at him without blinking.

Mo Shiyu laughed. What is this kid Sheyu doing?

He walked to the chair, took the doll out of the bag, held it in his arms, picked up the water bottle and took a few sips of water.

Vermouth asked him, "Is the performance over?"

Mo Shiyu nodded and said in surprise, "Did I act well? The director actually approved it in just one take."

Vermouth raised an eyebrow and praised him generously, "Your acting is still a little immature, but you're photogenic and have a cinematic feel, which is one of the most important qualities of an actor."

She stroked her hair and said with a certain amount of satisfaction, "I really have good taste."

Mo Shiyu looked at him for a moment, then smiled affectionately. "So, I'm still me, right?"

Vermouth lowered her eyebrows and smiled, "Of course."

"I'm sorry, for a moment I doubted your identity."

There was also murderous intent.

Vermouth did not deny that if someone really pretended to be Valentine, she might really skin that person.

She enjoys appreciating art and hates the desecration of beauty.

Mo Shiyu shook his head, expressing his understanding. "Don't worry about it. To be honest, I don't understand why there are differences between our memories."

In fact, he had some guesses, but this had to wait until the evening to verify.

"Take your time." Vermouth shrugged.

Gin stood in the corner with the least traffic as usual, looking at him with cold green eyes. Mo Shiyu held the doll and curled his lips at him from afar.

Gin looked at Sheyu and asked, "Where did this doll come from?"

Mo Shiyu said, "I caught it in the claw machine. It's very cute, isn't it?"

Gin said coldly, "Your aesthetic taste is always bizarre."

She Yu didn't move, his limbs hanging down, but Mo Shiyu subtly sensed hostility from him.

Mo Shiyu guessed that Sheyu's self-esteem suffered a severe blow because Gin hinted that she was not good-looking.

"My aesthetic taste is better than yours." Mo Shiyu protected his vest and pushed Qin Ye, "But Gin, besides corpses and traitors, what else do you like?"

His favorite car is an old Porsche. He has long literary hair and knows how to appreciate various fine wines. No matter how you look at it, he seems to have a rich life. Qin Ye sneered, turned around and left without talking to him.

“…”

Mo Shiyu wondered whether he should tell them that he had just seen the white mask. After thinking for a while, he did not speak for the time being.

The next scenes will mostly be about Vermouth, but he has no scenes today.

Mo Shiyu circled around the crew. Perhaps because he had been in the same room with others, he did not notice any unusual people or things.

At night, the three of them returned to the hotel and followed the assistant director into his room.

Mo Shiyu had already installed eavesdropping devices and cameras in John's room in advance. He thought he would see a smiling mask or some other horror scene, but to his surprise, the assistant director John's room was incredibly ordinary.

He stayed in the room, doing nothing but playing games with the controller, and had no intention of working overtime at all.

He played games for as long as Mo Shiyu and the others monitored him.

During this time, there was a knock on the door. It was the black makeup artist named Scott. He asked through the door, "John, do you want to go out and play?"

John didn't answer, but muttered something in a very low voice.

This sentence made Mo Shiyu open his eyes slightly wider.

After knocking for dozens of seconds and getting no answer, Scott left in frustration.

"Is John Smith a game fan?" Gin suddenly asked while sitting behind the monitor and looking through the information about this person found by the organization.

Vermouth said, "As far as I know, no."

A person who has never played games suddenly becomes addicted to them.

It’s not that it’s impossible, but it just seems unusual and strange that it starts from the day he was supposed to die.

They played until the early hours of the morning, and then John went to bed.

His body temperature, breathing, and complexion are normal, just like any other person.

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes, his gaze gloomy.

"Could it be that he noticed our surveillance..." Vermouth frowned.

Ordinary people don’t have such strong anti-detection capabilities. If John discovered it, it would prove that he is definitely abnormal.

If he hadn't noticed, he had actually been playing games for the past two weeks, which was obviously an abnormal behavior.

Gin said, "Maybe the problem isn't him."

Vermouth's eyes moved slightly and looked at him, "Gin, have you found the reason?"

Gin didn't say anything.

Vermouth discovered that this silver-haired killer, who was always calm and cold-blooded, now had a face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

The corridor was eerily quiet, with only the sound of three people's footsteps.

It was as if no one lived in this hotel at all.

Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and his expression was not very good.

The contradiction is not between the dead and the living, but the differences in the experiences of everyone here.

If you start from the beginning.

Director Leonhardt said that he had informed Vermouth that the filming would be done here, but Vermouth had no impression of this.

Before entering the fitting room, Mo Shiyu chose to make a voice call with Vermouth just in case, but the latter did not remember it.

And what John muttered just now. Mo Shiyu and Gin heard it.

The sentence was: "If you harass me again, you familiar guy, I will call the police."

Scott thought John was just a good friend who went out skateboarding every night, but to John, he didn't even know the guy who knocked on his door every day.

Everyone's experience seems to be on a different plane.

"Multiverse theory." Mo Shiyu said softly.

Vermouth widened her beautiful eyes slightly.

"I see." Her expression gradually turned as gloomy and cold as Gin's. "Is this another dimension..."

"Um."

Mo Shiyu walked step by step in the empty corridor, looking down at his long shadow on the ground.

It was so simple. Why hadn't he realized it before?

“When I’m alone in a confined space, I’m isolated from the outside world. The outside world can’t observe my state—I’m Schrödinger’s cat.”

“The ‘I’ who steps out of this confined space could be the ‘I’ of any world.”

“Everyone here, once alone, may randomly transform into another self with completely different experiences.”

People from different parallel worlds gather together in this strange space.

So, everyone's memory doesn't match.

So, the dead John returned to the set alive.

If this is true, they will not be able to call for reinforcements at all, because the situation will become more complicated with every person who comes in.

There is no enemy here, but murderous intent is inevitable.

***

Mo Shiyu looked at the night view outside the window.

The night view of Yokohama is beautiful, with the lazy and relaxing atmosphere unique to a coastal city.

Mo Shiyu suddenly turned around and walked back.

"Valentine?" Vermouth asked.

Mo Shiyu didn't look back. "I want to verify a hypothesis. Don't worry, I will keep someone by my side."

Gin glanced at him sideways, stretched out a hand to stop him, and said slowly and in a low voice, "Are you going to kill John?"

Mo Shiyu stopped and looked up at him.

"No," he said, but his vision suddenly blurred.

kill?

It seems like he...did kill someone.

He was inside the door, with the man's body, while the man was outside knocking on the door.

Who was it? Who did he kill?

Mo Shiyu felt dizzy, took a step back, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down.

He covered his head in pain. The more he recalled, the more blurred his memory became.

"Killing people... might make things worse." Mo Shiyu buried his head, his voice trembling with pain, "I can't kill people."

So scary. So scary.

Gin squatted down, stared at him with his green eyes, and pressed his shoulders hard.

"Don't even think about it." His tone became stern. "Valentine!"

Mo Shiyu instinctively tightened his fingers, gritted his teeth, and calmed his breathing.

"I..." After a long moment, he lowered his eyes, his gaze blank, "I seem to have experienced exactly the same thing..."

Is this his memory from a parallel universe?

That guy seemed to be driven crazy.

Will he follow in his old footsteps?

Gin looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go get John out of here. Vermouth, keep an eye on the crew."

Vermouth looked up, narrowed her eyes, and said coldly, "Okay."

The range of the alien space is only two kilometers at most.

People from different parallel time and space meet here. So, will those who leave this different space return to their original time and space?

The person who best proves this is John.

If John were pushed out of here, his status in the crew would become dead again...

That means that leaving the alien space is the way to survive.

The silver-haired killer turned and left, while Vermouth gently stroked Mo Shiyu's gray hair.

Mo Shiyu took a deep breath, "Vermouth."

Vermouth whispered, "Hmm?"

Mo Shiyu raised his eyes, his calmness had returned, and he said, "I need to make a phone call."

"Who are you calling?"

Mo Shiyu did not answer.

Vermouth looked at Mo Shiyu, and she knew that the Valentine in front of her was not the Valentine she knew, but a him from another world - what a wonderful feeling.

"Valentine," she whispered, "you are special."

"You are the only one who saw strange, physical-defying phenomena when you were alone. No one else, John, no one else."

Mo Shiyu said, "I understand."

"There are so many people here, but we are the only ones who can't leave. If anyone is trapped in this alien space, it can only be the two of us." He laughed sarcastically.

Trap him—the world just wants to trap him.

Even the pollution spread by the "book" just wants to lock him up here.

Whether he can bear it or not, whether he will go crazy or not.

Mo Shiyu's eyes were extremely gloomy, but his voice was still very gentle. He hooked Vermouth's fingertips, as if making a promise.

“We’ll get out.”

Vermouth's eyes were touched. She looked down at her fingertips and smiled helplessly and gently, "Valentine, baby, with a temper like yours... you really aren't suitable to be one of us."

***

Mo Shiyu walked in the corridor.

He pressed a few keys and dialed someone's number.

After a few hollow beeps, the other party answered, "Hello."

"Hello." Mo Shiyu asked a strange question first, "Do you know me?"

The child on the other end laughed sweetly and gently, "Mom, of course I know you."

"No matter which world you are in." he said.

Mo Shiyu closed his eyes and heard his own heartbeat clearly. "Then can you come find me?"

"Find me." Mo Shiyu looked at his own shadow. This might be the first time he actively explored his own abilities. His voice was hoarse and fragile. "Come find me."

This time, the child on the other end of the phone was silent for a while before speaking.

Amid the chaotic and harsh noise of the radio waves, Mo Shiyu heard his answer.

"Of course, Mom."

The child's smile was sickly and gentle, like a ball of white marshmallow melting together.

“I’ll find you.”

"No matter which world I am in."

Every word the child said was piercing to his heart, and he was extremely paranoid.