Da da, da

The player, Memory Master, wakes up in a cozy home.

The one-bedroom, one-living-room home of more than 40 square meters is mainly decorated in beige and light wood colors, and is spotless like a model room.

Right in front of the bed was a dressing mirror. The illusionist saw herself in the mirror. She was a young woman about 25 years old, with a pretty face but nothing special about her.

She put on her shoes and walked into the living room.

Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da—

A slight and regular sound rang in the amnesiac's ears, like plastic buttons falling rhythmically on smooth tiles. When she tried to catch the sound, it disappeared.

Da da, da

The voice in her ear disappeared, and the memory artist's mind began to replay the voice on a loop. She shook her head irritably, trying to get rid of the voice from her mind.

She tried to distract herself by looking around the room.

The off-white room deserves all the beautiful words in the world: clean, tidy, comfortable, livable, elegant, simple...

But it's weird.

The memory artist couldn't explain why it felt strange, just like she didn't understand why the tapping sound lingered in her mind.

She felt as if she was being pressed down by something heavy and was having difficulty breathing.

But the room had a normal ceiling height, and the window next to the bookshelf was half open. The breeze blew through the white gauze curtains, filling her nostrils with fresh air. There was nothing abnormal that prevented her from breathing.

Besides that, there was also a feeling of suffocation and irritability. According to the Memory Master's passion for reasoning and writing, she should have pounced on the bookshelf and read books like a wolf.

But she did nothing.

She had no intention of touching anything in the tidy room, as if she didn't belong here and was intentionally isolating herself from everything.

How annoying, the Memory Master thought uncontrollably.

There seemed to be a non-existent thin layer of sweat on his back, and the steaming heat surged upward from his chest. The illusionist tugged at his collar.

She looked down at her cuffs, which were embroidered with a cute little bear head.

A bow of the same color is drawn with a simple stroke just below the brown teddy bear's head, with two ribbons separated at an angle of 30 degrees.

There are also brown bows. The Memory Master has never seen a brown bow. Generally, bows used as bow ties are mainly red and blue.

She forced herself to overcome the irritation she was feeling and reached for a book on the shelf.

Instantly, the bookshelf spontaneously combusted.

A raging fire started from the books in the middle and spread quickly. Just as the illusionist was about to turn around to find water to put out the fire, a girl in white hair and a white dress jumped out of the fire in a panic.

The fire was concentrated on the girl. She had no burns on her body, but her clothes and hair were burning fiercely, like a furnace filled with flames.

The Memory Master's irritability was burned away by the flames, and her eyes were fixed on the paper in the girl's hand that was being consumed bit by bit by the flames:

1. You are an ordinary person, living an ordinary life every day, and you are not allowed to [be burned]

2. Life is full of ordinary little things, nothing unusual, you are [burned]

3. Symmetry means that a figure is [burned] under certain transformations

4. When a character believes in [burned] wish [burned]

5. Burned

The flame flickered on the paper, and the illusionist's eyes followed the flame, trying his best to imprint the words in his mind, but he still didn't read it all.

The white-haired girl gave an apologetic smile and let the fire devour her.

After reading the rules, the Memory Master remembered that she was a detective and came here as a player with the only purpose of completing the ghost story game according to the rules and finding a way to save Aku.

But this time, even half of the rules of the ghost story were burned, and she had a bad feeling.

Da da, da

The strange clattering sound was heard again behind him. The illusionist picked up a thick book, shook the weight of the book, and prepared for the attack.

She glanced at the cuffs.

The teddy bear's head is missing.

The illusionist turned her neck suddenly, and there was a crisp sound from her neck, revealing that only the teddy bear's head was standing behind her.

It is not accurate to describe it as "stand", it is more reasonable to use "support".

Below the bear head is a butterfly-shaped torso, with the small torso supporting the big head.

It waved its legs, which should have been ribbons, and moved slowly twice, making a clicking sound. Its poor trunk could not support its heavy head, and the bear's head hit the ground, and the plastic eyes and tiles made a third clicking sound.

Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

The Memory Master looked at the Teddy Trunk in shock as it strolled around its cozy home without paying attention to anyone.

She really didn't expect that there could be such an impolite monster. A wave of nausea and irritation came over her, and she threw the book at the teddy bear.

Torso Teddy suddenly turned his head and looked at the Memory Master.

Dadadadadadadadadadadadada--

Torso Teddy rushed towards the Memory Master at an abnormal speed, his body spread out like seaweed shaking in the water, his heavy head tilted upwards weakly.

It quickly climbed up the Memory's trouser legs and then used its small trunk to hug the Memory's head. It opened its cotton mouth and swallowed the head in one gulp.

......

The player, Memory Master, wakes up in a cozy home.

Da da, da

The illusionist sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the teddy bear walking under the bed.

She felt a thin layer of sweat on her back and her body was much weaker than the last time she woke up. This was probably the punishment for death.

It is difficult to judge whether it is cost-effective to use one death to complete the burned second rule.

2. Life is full of ordinary little things, nothing unusual, you are [burned]

Now it seems that the burned text should be "You must ignore all anomalies."

Teddy Trunk walked from the bedroom to the living room, and his contented look made the Memory Master suspect that this was actually his home.

If you look closely, it's actually not ugly, and it's even a little weirdly disgustingly cute.

The Memory Master decided to live in peace with the Teddy Trunk and simply treat it as a house cat. She casually flipped through a few books that were not burned and then opened the door of the room.

There was a vending machine blocking the door.

The Memory Master took a deep breath, closed the door and opened it again.

There was still a vending machine blocking the door.

A huge penguin wearing an orange beret is printed on the fuselage. The penguin has its eyes closed and its mouth wide open, and its mouth looks like the delivery port of a vending machine.

The illusionist pushed the machine hard, but it didn't move at all. She stared at the screen.

There is no text description, only five patterns on the screen, namely eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. The patterns are realistic, and the distinct facial features look like they have just been cut off from a person.

The Memory Master looked at the vending machine from top to bottom, but could find neither instructions for use nor a window to display the merchandise.

There is no coin slot.

The Memory Master sighed helplessly. She understood that there was no goods in the vending machine. She herself was the goods.

What she thought was the shipping port was actually a coin slot. Only by putting one of her facial features into the coin slot could she get a chance to go out.

If she had to rely on coins to go out, she would choose eyebrows.

But things were not so bad that he had to lose his eyebrows. Besides the door, there was another exit in the room. The illusionist turned and walked towards the window.

The room was on the second floor, not very high, but there was an old lady in a floral cotton coat standing by the window, doing something furtively by the wall.

The air conditioner outdoor unit blocked the illusionist's view, and she couldn't see what the old lady was holding.

The Memory Master thought seriously about whether or not to climb down from the second floor.

She greeted the old lady: "Good morning, you——"

The old lady raised her head and blocked the memory master's words.

Before entering this weird game, the Memory Master never thought that eyebrows could be connected to the brain.

The old lady fed her eyebrows to the vending machine when she went out today. There were two deep eyebrow-shaped holes on her face where her eyebrows were originally. Through the bloody flesh/holes, one could see the street scene behind her head.

The illusionist nodded politely to the old lady and drew the white gauze curtains.

She would never give her eyebrows to a vending machine, but if she were asked to choose from the remaining four, she couldn't choose.

Standing in front of the vending machine, the illusionist made a painful decision - she bent down slightly and kissed the penguin's cold beak.

The vending machine disappeared, her mouth was still there, but she had lost the ability to speak.

Choosing the mouth was the result of careful consideration by the illusionist. She needed to use her eyes to see, her ears to hear, and her nose to smell.

These three parts are used to input information, while the mouth is used to output information. When the amount of information is insufficient, she does not need to output, but only input.

The Memory Master stepped out of the room.

The soft home clothes turned into a professional suit, a white shirt, a black suit with an over-the-knee skirt, and a pair of pointed short-heeled high heels on the feet.

Da da, da

The last of Teddy's footsteps suddenly fell silent. The Memory Master pulled the sleeves of his shirt out of his suit jacket, and sure enough, he saw a bear head on the cuff.

Tucking his sleeves back in, the Memory Master took the opportunity to touch the bear's head, feeling that the torso teddy bear didn't seem so annoying.

There was a work badge pinned to his suit jacket with two lines of words written on it.

【Previous Printing Factory

Name: Kang Kang

So this is He Kang's body, and she works in a printing factory. But He Kang is clearly a 20-year-old adult male, so why is he a young woman in the ghost story?

The illusionist walked out of the building while thinking, and finally saw clearly what the old lady in the floral cotton coat was doing.

She was building a house out of body parts.

The illusionist almost vomited.

She stood by the bumpy wall in a floral cotton coat, using the dark blue corpse pieces as bricks and the yellow and red human fat as cement mortar, building her small shack piece by piece.

She tremblingly picked up a corpse with only arms and torso left, placed the corpse face down, and neatly stacked it on two human legs. She then carefully smeared grease on the corpse's rotten face to fill the gap between the torso and legs.

While doing all these things, she was diligent and joyful, as if she was building her dream home.

Noticing that the Memory Master was looking at her, she straightened up in the floral cotton jacket, wiped her sweat, and greeted the Memory Master:

"Kang Kang, go to work!"

The illusionist touched Teddy's torso at the cuff, forced a stiff smile, nodded to his neighbor in a friendly manner, then turned and left.

She no longer calls Trunk Teddy disgusting, Trunk Teddy is the cutest little bear in the world.

The illusionist walked forward for a while and didn't find any signposts. She looked at the sky. The sun was hanging in the middle of the sky. It was about 12 noon.

Arriving at the company at this time would make him late anyway, so the Memory Master was in no hurry and took a leisurely stroll on the street.

There were no people on the street, not even a living ant. There were no trash cans on the roadside, not a single hair on the ground, it was so clean that it seemed like another world.

Suddenly, a group of people emerged from shops, houses and even trash cans on the street and walked in the same direction, with the Memory Master following behind them.