Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Turn (VI)

78

The next day.

In the dim morning light, birds are singing outside the window. The morning breeze blows by, bringing with it the freshness of dew, awakening the sleeping coastal city.

Mo Shiyu opened his eyes, sat up from the sofa, and rubbed his shoulders gently.

He turned his head and saw Gin sitting against the wall, looking out the window with a cigarette between his fingers.

He didn't light it, he just held it between his pale fingers.

In order to avoid being alone with each other, the three winery killers had to sleep in the same room. The bed was naturally given to the lady, and Mo Shiyu moved a comfortable sofa over to sleep on.

Fortunately, the room was big enough to accommodate three beds, but Gin felt that sleeping in a row did not suit his temperament, so he sat alone in the corner for the whole night.

Mo Shiyu would not treat himself badly. He found a soft sofa, snuggled in it with the vest, and even covered the doll with a small quilt.

Just as he stood up from the sofa, he saw a charming and delicate arm hanging down from the bed beside him.

Mo Shiyu turned his head and saw Vermouth sitting up from the deep bed, lazily ruffling her messy long hair, and the straps of her nightgown seemed to be falling off.

Mo Shiyu subconsciously looked away, looking at the sky and the earth instead of at her, and then happened to meet Gin's gaze.

It was dangerous here, so they arranged a night watch.

Ensure about four hours of sleep, and each person will keep watch for two hours.

"Let's go and verify it." Mo Shiyu said, "Is Assistant Director John alive or dead at this moment?"

Last night, Gin had already sent John out of this 2km radius space, which was unexpectedly easy.

For John, the boundary that Mo Shiyu could not leave no matter what was just a matter of crossing it normally.

Of course, he was forced to walk over there at gunpoint.

And the next second after he left this strange space, in Gin's sight, John's fat figure gradually faded until it was completely out of sight.

Now is the time to verify John's current identity.

Did the dead John return to this space?

Mo Shiyu went to the crew, pulled someone over at random, and asked him, "Have you seen John?"

The man looked puzzled, "Which John?"

Mo Shiyu said, "Assistant Director, John Smith."

The man's expression became even stranger. He pondered doubtfully for two seconds, "The assistant director didn't come. He seems to have passed away. Didn't you know?"

Mo Shiyu withdrew his hand, turned around and looked at Vermouth and Gin.

It seems that, except for him and Vermouth, anyone who accidentally enters another space can return to their original time and space as long as they leave here.

Including gin.

But since they cannot leave here, they can only try to break through the alien space.

Mo Shiyu sighed.

The crew soon started to get busy. Mo Shiyu changed into yesterday's red costume again, tied a dangerous side ponytail with a black daze, and started wandering around.

There are more people during the day, and no matter where you go, there are always people around you.

"Okay, okay, we can start filming." Someone greeted him, and Mo Shiyu walked over. The man handed Mo Shiyu a plum blossom, "Here, props."

“…” Mo Shiyu took it with a confused look on his face.

Director, don’t just apply any oriental elements to a character!

How to use this?

He went to ask the director for advice, and Leonhardt patted him on the shoulder casually and said, "Just play around, it's not a big deal."

The problem is not small, it is a huge problem!

Mo Shiyu waved the plum branch speechlessly, and the doll in his arms followed the swaying plum blossoms with its eyes unconsciously moving, as if it liked it very much.

Seeing this, he picked a small red plum blossom and gently pinned it among the white hair on the vest.

***

Today, I saw the villain of my dreams.

In the dark church, the yellow candles whistled in the wind.

He was fiddling with a red plum blossom, a long, curved one that looked exceptionally elegant. When I looked over, I couldn't tell for a moment whether it was the plum blossom that was redder, or his lips.

He held it in his white, slender fingers, fiddling with it while looking over at me.

The church was too dark.

A yellow talisman painted with cinnabar covered most of his face.

I only saw him blink slowly, his long eyelashes were thick, black and dense, like feathers.

"Are you the bad guy who destroyed the peace of this town?" I finally mustered up the courage and spoke in a trembling voice.

As soon as I said it, I realized that I was at a disadvantage and my voice was too weak.

This villain wasn't scary, just a tall, thin zombie in a red suit. But I couldn't muster up any strength. Once again, I felt anxious and disappointed in myself. A hero who doesn't show weakness towards villains is not a superhero.

"You..." The zombie in red clothes finally spoke. His voice was also very unpredictable, like lingering smoke, hoarse but pleasant to the ear.

"You disturbed my dream," he whispered, "and blamed me."

Oh my god, I was shocked. He didn't speak English, but Cantonese! I couldn't understand him!

This is an imported villain!

So in this extremely tense situation, I hesitated for a while, took out my mobile phone awkwardly, and turned on the translator.

Silence.

I asked awkwardly.

"...Um, can you come closer and talk?"

The red-clothed zombie curled his stiff red lips, walked closer, and half of his body walked out of the shadows.

He stretched out a hand, and with his fingertips he lifted the yellow talisman, revealing most of his cold and beautiful face. I could smell the cool fragrance of plum blossoms. He looked at me and whispered, "Why do you blame me?"

"..." I hardened my heart, bit the tip of my tongue, and finally regained my composure and was not bewitched by him.

"Because you're a man-eating zombie," I said.

"I don't eat people."

What is he talking about? Zombies' diet is human, so wouldn't imported zombies be any different?

As a rookie, I didn't have much time and patience. I knew very well that a hero dies because of his talk, so I solemnly told him that I wanted to duel with him, and then punched him.

...It's such an exhilarating and budget-busting action scene.

I never expected that the imported zombie not only had a head that was not a weakness, but was also a wall-hanging zombie that was immune to physical attacks and had full self-healing.

As nimble as a cat, he did a back flip onto the cross, got on all fours, and looked down at me.

I was beaten black and blue and sat on the ground, looking up at him.

“Humans invented language, but they always refused to communicate.”

The red zombie's voice is very light, but his red clothes, gray hair and white skin are very impactful.

It's so weird that it makes people feel cold all over, and so stunning that people can't take their eyes off it.

***

After passing the test again, Mo Shiyu left the stage and felt that this job was too easy.

That is to say, Cantonese is a little difficult, but it doesn’t bother him.

The red-haired young man who played the leading role was a little shy, but his eyes lit up when he looked at him. Mo Shiyu smiled and shook his hand, "Thank you for your hard work."

"That's amazing." Director Leonhardt looked at him with a complex and amazed look in his eyes. "Shiyu, how did you manage to jump onto the cross so steadily?"

He then jumped onto the platform with beautiful movements. His control over his body was as professional as that of a gymnast.

Like Chris, the action scenes are always the same.

Leonhardt saw in him a quality similar to Chris, and something different from ordinary stuntmen.

It's a sense of familiarity.

Actors can go over their actions over and over again, but the characters in movies are really fighting. Even one mistake will be seized by the opponent and cost them their lives.

No mistakes are allowed.

At this point, they are more like... characters in a movie than actors.

Under what circumstances and how long does it take to practice?

Leonhardt thought.

Just as a hobby?

Leonhardt let out a breath, his eyes were a little complicated, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he just walked over, patted Mo Shiyu on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"You'll be a dark horse in Hollywood."

Mo Shiyu smiled lightly, "Thank you."

During the intermission, Mo Shiyu flipped through the script again.

He initially took a cursory look at the script and thought it was a traditional superhero film, but now it seems to be something different.

In the world of movies, only those who defeat the villains can become superheroes.

In order to become a superhero, the protagonist embarks on a journey to find his own villain, and witnesses flesh-and-blood people and stories along the way.

Until the end of the movie, the protagonist did not encounter a real villain.

But no one who has seen the movie can deny that he is a hero.

You don't need to save the world to be a hero.

People who do ordinary, trivial things, provide insignificant help to others, do not ignore anyone in need, and protect everyone's daily life are heroes, even if they do not change the world.

It's a road movie disguised as a heroic film.

Mo Shiyu only paid a small amount of attention here, and quickly put the plot behind him and continued to look for clues.

***

He walked out of the tent set up by the crew and suddenly felt itchy at his feet.

Mo Shiyu lowered his head and found that a black cat had appeared at his feet at some point.

This is a slender and beautiful black cat with a small red collar around its neck. Its shiny fur is kept very clean. But when Mo Shiyu looked closely, he found that under the cat's black appearance, its body seemed to be covered with small but deep wounds.

The wound had stopped bleeding, so it was not obvious under its black fur.

The black cat was rubbing against him gently. Mo Shiyu frowned slightly, squatted down, and looked at the black cat carefully for a long time. He took out a roll of bandages and medicine from his pocket and applied the medicine to it roughly.

Although the black cat was rubbing against him, it didn't seem to like Mo Shiyu touching its body. After bandaging a few places, it arched its body, avoided Mo Shiyu's touch, took a few steps back, and ran away.

Mo Shiyu watched the cat leave, pondered for a few seconds, and followed it.

Someone abused a cat?

It was very cold outside, and Mo Shiyu followed him all the way to a square.

It is cloudy today, the sky is very dark, as if covered by a thin layer of shadow, and the wind is a little strong.

Mo Shiyu confirmed that there were a few pedestrians in the square before he stepped up the stairs step by step.

The black cat was blown to and fro by the wind, and it jumped with difficulty onto a bench where a person was sitting. The cat curled up into a black ball beside the person.

Mo Shiyu walked over and stopped.

Sitting on the bench was a black-haired young man wearing a black windbreaker and a red scarf. He was looking at the square, but when he heard the sound, he quietly turned his head to look at him.

Mo Shiyu's breath was choked.

On the young man's face was a familiar snow-white smiling mask.

Mo Shiyu stood not far away, looking at the young man. Although he couldn't see his face, the M-shaped bangs and thin figure made him feel a strange sense of familiarity.

"Who are you?" Mo Shiyu asked softly.

The masked young man didn't say anything. Mo Shiyu frowned slightly and watched as the mask slowly turned into a crying expression under his gaze.

"Who are you?" Mo Shiyu repeated, "Are you here to see me?"

The young man in the black windbreaker shook his head.

Shaking his head means that he is not here to see him?

Mo Shiyu noticed that the young man in the black windbreaker had a white bandage wrapped around his exposed arm.

The placement of the bandage was very similar to where he had bandaged the black cat just now.

The black cat was covered in wounds, and so was the young man.

Is there a connection between black cats and youth?

The wind in the square became stronger. The black cat couldn't stand the cold, so it jumped off the bench and rubbed against Mo Shiyu's calf, but the young man remained motionless.

"Is this cat yours?" Mo Shiyu looked down at the trembling black cat rubbing against him at his feet. "Are you the real body of the mask?"

This time, the young man nodded and then shook his head.

Mo Shiyu tried to understand. What the young man meant was that the cat was his, but he was not the real owner of the mask.

He was a little puzzled. Could it be that this young man couldn't speak?

But even the male college student who jumped off the building and talked to him before was able to have a conversation at the beginning.

"Why do you wear a mask?" Mo Shiyu asked again.

This time, the young man neither nodded nor shook his head.

In the endless silence, Mo Shiyu had an increasingly ominous premonition. The young man in front of him looked so familiar that it could be said that the name was almost stuck in his throat.

But the temperament is different.

Moreover, with that person's intelligence, he should not allow himself to appear in another space with his face covered by a mask.

Mo Shiyu looked at the snow-white mask, trying to see through it and see the person inside.

The young man in the black windbreaker just sat on the bench, looking up at him quietly with his mask on.

Like a tired traveler.

“…”

The last person wearing a mask jumped from a hotel building that was dozens of stories high.

What about the person in front of me?

Mo Shiyu couldn't just leave like that, but what should he do?

***

At this moment, a cold child's voice came from behind Mo Shiyu.

"Why are you here?"

Mo Shiyu turned around and saw little Bai Lan standing not far behind him, staring coldly at the figure on the bench.

"Bai Lan?" Mo Shiyu paused slightly, and then a hint of surprise flashed through his mind.

Why did Bai Lan react like this?

"Hmm." Bai Lan turned her gaze and looked at Mo Shiyu.

"Is that the mother who called me for help? I think I'm not going the wrong way."

Bai Lan took a few steps closer and smiled sweetly at him, her narrow purple eyes filled with water. There was a purple inverted crown tattoo under his right eye, which added a strange charm to his appearance.

I only heard him say with a smile, "It's been a long time since we last met. Mom has become more beautiful."

Mo Shiyu: “…” The little pervert is making a sound!

The figure in a black windbreaker on the bench behind him stood up, and the black cat at Mo Shiyu's feet also slightly stood up.

Mo Shiyu turned around and frowned.

For some reason, the air gradually became tense, like a fully drawn bow, oppressive and unsettling.

He sensed murderous intent from both of them.

"Bai Lan, do you know him?" Mo Shiyu took a few steps back and subconsciously reached out to grab the white-haired child with a slight smile on his lips and cold eyes, stopping him from moving forward. "Is he related to this alien space?"

Bai Lan's eyes curved slightly, "It does matter."

He spoke word by word, his eyes cold as he said, "Let him jump off the building, and the alien space will be solved."

Mo Shiyu's fingers were slightly sweaty.

Last time, the male college student committed suicide by jumping off a building, which created this alien space. This time, someone else has to jump off a building to end the alien space?

What a joke!

This kid must have said that out of some unknown murderous intent!

One doesn't speak, the other talks nonsense.

Okay, okay, let's play it this way, right? Mo Shiyu took a deep breath and pressed his hand against the cross that had popped up on his forehead.

"I won't allow anyone to jump off a building in front of me again!" he said viciously.

Is jumping off a building a fashion item?

After saying that, Mo Shiyu turned to look at the young man in the black windbreaker, "Sir, for your safety, could you please take off your mask slowly?"

If possible, Mo Shiyu didn't want to touch the mask.

The mask was most likely contaminated by the "book". He didn't know what would happen to him if he touched it.

It would be best if you could convince the other party to take off this dangerous mask.

He walked towards the other person step by step. The young man in the black windbreaker stood where he was, watching him approach quietly.

As he got closer, Mo Shiyu suddenly discovered that the young man's black clothes were covered with large patches of blood.

Damn it.

Mo Shiyu widened his eyes slightly.

It is not dried blood, but fresh blood that keeps flowing out.

More and more blood seeped out of the young man's thin neck, torso, and mask, and even his black clothes could not cover it.

It was as if all the blood in the body was drained away, his joints could no longer support his body, and his limbs became thin and loose.

Like an old photo that is torn into pieces.

The scene before my eyes was silent, yet it made my scalp tingle.

Soon, his clothes and hair were soaked with blood, becoming wet and heavy, dripping onto the ground.

But he still stood there quietly.

The black cat hid behind his feet and called softly to Mo Shiyu.

It’s hard to say that this scene is not a ghost.

Is this a ghost?

Judging from the way he died, he definitely fell from a high place!

"Too..." Mo Shiyu uttered a short syllable quickly and confusedly.

Why?

how so?

Mo Shiyu looked at this scene in complete confusion. Now, he was almost 100% sure that the young man in front of him was the one he knew.

Different temperament, these are people from parallel time and space.

This is possible in this alien space where people from different parallel worlds gather together in chaos.

But why did the person in the parallel universe die in this way?

Is it the mask that caused the damage, or the alien space?

No, that's not right. Mo Shiyu gritted his teeth. Was it the "book" that did it?

"This is the path you chose, right?" Bai Lan suddenly spoke.

"Me too, you too."

The young man in the black windbreaker lowered his head.

For some reason, Mo Shiyu felt that the face under the mask should be smiling, a gentle smile.

The blood was still flowing, as if it would never stop, and it was creepy to look at.

There was no smell of blood. Perhaps his blood had already dried up in another world.

What is this?

Mo Shiyu made up his mind, took a step forward, and reached out for the mask.

He pulled away the ominous snow-white mask fiercely and forcefully.

The scene in front of me suddenly became blurry.

Suddenly, several images flashed through my mind like hallucinations.

Surrounded by grass and flowers, a young man in a black windbreaker and a red scarf stood in front of him, slightly bent over, and stretched out a slender hand towards him, as if to pull him up, or as if to invite him to dance.

The smile on her lips is as beautiful as an oil painting.

The scene changed, and a young man in a black windbreaker was sitting in a cell, his hands shackled. Mo Shiyu was watching him from outside the prison, seemingly arguing with him about something. In the end, they parted on bad terms, and he walked away in anger.

The scene changed again.

He lay on his back on the ground, next to him was a red velvet ring box, which was empty and constantly overflowing with pus. He was forced to wear a ring by a strange old man.

He tried his best and pounded the ground desperately, but he couldn't take the ring off his finger.

In the last picture, he seemed to be wearing only a white shirt, his hair was messy, his hands were covered in blood, and his fingertips were stained with blood. He took out a piece of paper, shaking his fingertips, as if writing something on it.

"Don't go home! Don't go home!!"

"You are watching! You must be able to see it, Mo Shiyu——"

“…” There was silence all around. Mo Shiyu took a step back and slowly opened his eyes.

Behind the mask is empty air.

It seemed as if a pair of gray, dry, iris-colored eyes were looking over, with a gentle smile, as if they were full of stories, yet as if they contained nothing.

Melted into the air.

For a long while, Mo Shiyu stared around in a daze.

The young man in the black windbreaker just disappeared without a trace.

"Is that a ghost?" Mo Shiyu was stunned for almost dozens of seconds before he came to his senses and looked at Bai Lan. "How did he die? Do you know?"

Bai Lan lowered his eyes and looked at the ground. What was strange was that he had shown such a cold and murderous look towards that person just now, but now that the person had really disappeared, there seemed to be no joy or happiness in his eyes. "Mom should have guessed it."

"Falling from a height and dying."

Mo Shiyu said, "But how could he..."

Bai Lan looked at him, a hint of indifference flashing in her violet eyes. "Who can force him? No one can interfere with the path he has chosen."

Mo Shiyu pursed his lips and suddenly asked, "Will you two become mortal enemies in the future?"

Bai Lan blinked innocently, "Why do you ask?"

Mo Shiyu covered his head which was hurt by the wind and said, "Intuition."

With such strong murderous intentions towards each other, it would probably take at least ten years for a grudge to arise.

Bai Lan smiled, "Maybe. I don't know. I just have a vague impression."

"What's the meaning?"

"Mom, you should remember that my future self once used my body to come find you."

Mo Shiyu nodded.

"I didn't inherit my future self's memories. I only saw some flashes of them. It seems that my future self was constantly battling with several mafia bosses."

"There are those who are as gentle as the sky, those who will do anything to achieve immortality, even deliberately allowing the spread of pollution, and even that arrogant guy who just now took the fate of everyone into his own hands."

"So I hate him. I think he doesn't know what is good and what is evil."

Mo Shiyu didn't say anything.

To be honest, it’s not reasonable for people from the same anime to fight each other.

I always feel that the future is a world of collapsed combat power and a super apocalyptic future.

Thinking of the scenes just now, my head started to hurt again.

He looked down at the snow-white mask in his hand.

"Mom, it's better to throw it away." Bai Lan came over and used her body to block Mo Shiyu and the mask. "You can tell at a glance that this mask is seriously contaminated."

Mo Shiyu glanced at him lightly.

"Of course I do."

The mask seems to contain some memories.

A possible future.

What was that ring he was forced to wear? Also, the old man had a hooked nose, and on the wall behind him was the symbol of a raven.

Mo Shiyu's face darkened.

Is that the leader of the Black Organization, Karasuma Ren?

In more than two years in the organization, he had never met the leader. Although they communicated via email, it was only limited to work and they had never met face to face.

He had watched Conan and knew that Karasuma Renya was an organization founded for the purpose of immortality. Could it be that he had done something extreme in the future to achieve immortality?

The pollution has already begun to spread.

Because of the underground bug incident, Mo Shiyu might soon become famous among governments around the world. This problem has not been resolved yet, and the leader of the Black Organization may still make trouble.

Mo Shiyu thought that he could no longer stay in the organization.