Chapter 46: Natural Plant Museum (5) Once upon a time in the world of Kwaidan...
The museum director's eyes are a naturally grey-green.
Such colors are rare. The gray tones penetrate into the green and blend into a subtle contrast, which is a natural tranquility. The low-saturation cool colors reveal only gentleness. Even the gaze contains endless tolerance and patience.
The gray-green is so eye-catching that at first glance one cannot notice much else, including the black and white that make it up.
The skin covering the front of his eyes is pale, while his dense eyelashes and long hair that falls past his waist are all the same black. The extreme contrast makes him look sickly.
These colors eventually converge into a breathtakingly beautiful face, like a masterpiece carved by nature itself. The artist's surging inspiration is inexhaustible, making people uncontrollably obsessed and unaware that they have already fallen into the trap.
It is a beauty that should not exist, so perfect that there is no flaw to be found. In addition to the fanatical pursuit it brings, it also brings an unknown fear suppressed in the heart.
Gray-green eyes moved, then fixed in that direction after finding the familiar figure. A slowly flowing smile was like poison wrapped in candy paper. "You're here, Feiyu."
Unfortunately, despite his eagerness to deliver, his attitude remained indifferent. Fei looked away and reminded him in the same tone, "You'd better save your energy. I won't be affected."
Of course, the curator's good looks are not limited to simple appreciation. If the tourists' will is not strong enough, a brief eye contact can successfully confuse the tourists' consciousness and then manipulate them to cut their own throats.
"The plants told me your current name is Fei, the same ID as that rather unusually famous player who cleared the game." Curator Devin didn't seem to mind. If he had succeeded, Fei Yu would have been seduced during his previous visits. "What a surprise."
"But they said you didn't feel anything originally, and were tricked by the main system into entering the ghost story game. Only after entering the surveillance bureau did you realize something was wrong. You must hate that guy."
Thanks to the plants' tip-off, Devin heard every word of the conversation between Eileenla and Fei. He didn't bother pretending to be ignorant. "Will you dismantle it when we get back to the Surveillance Bureau? But it's different from the replica system, so it might not be possible."
"The replica systems are all artificially intelligent, but the main system is not, so they can't be dismantled." Fei stretched out his hand and expressed his intentions bluntly, "Give me the log."
Devin tilted his head and looked at him for a moment, neither handing it over nor refusing it. To be honest, he didn't quite understand why Fei wanted to help those unrelated humans. "Why do you care about this?"
"Oh... Look at my memory, I actually forgot that your companions and brother are still in reality. Of course you would stop the expansion of the strange story... So you have emotions?"
Devin's words sounded a bit incoherent at first, but Fei understood what he was wondering about. Whether it was Fei or Fei Yu, he knew that they were the same non-human existence. He who had once stayed in the world of ghost stories should not have such a thing as emotions.
According to the rules of the world of Kwaidan, emotions belong to humans, not to Kwaidan. Only the conscious incarnation of Kwaidan will retain the negative emotions of the deceased's resentment during his lifetime.
"It's easy for you to get the log. Just kill me. You know where it is on my body, right?"
Devin pointed at his own eyes, the beautiful lines of his irises wantonly displaying his charm. He smiled as usual, "It would be nice to make a specimen. Remember to buy me a good grave. You have to visit me often."
Fei couldn't follow the director's train of thought, but he was not surprised that this man started talking nonsense for no apparent reason. He grabbed the long hair that was floating in front of his eyes without any expression, and with a slight pull, he successfully interrupted Devin's speaking rhythm.
The museum director was very protective of his gorgeous, silky black hair. Fei's actions easily made him swallow back everything he was about to say. He glared at Fei, pulled his hair back, and then gritted his teeth and said, "You can keep the diary or not. It's up to you if you don't want it."
"If you touch my hair again, I don't care who you are. If you dare to enter my field, I will throw you out."
Fei slowly picked out those two words: "Oh, there can be a next time, are you so tolerant, Director?"
Devin: “…”
Devin: "You leave now."
"Okay." Fei suddenly stepped forward, grabbing the man and pulling him close. Devin could feel the cold temperature of his fingertips through the thin sleeves, like a bionic person without a set body temperature. "But I can't go back empty-handed as a guest."
Those dark blue pupils were like waves rushing in, swallowing up his consciousness and dragging him into a whirlpool from which he could hardly escape. Devin's gray-green eyes became somewhat unfocused.
When the curator came out of his trance, Fei had already got what he wanted. He folded the neatly folded paper between his fingers and shook the diary in his hand. "To harm others will only harm yourself. Curator, I will accept the gift first."
Devin hadn't expected Fei to be able to reverse control. His interest, which had waned after so many failed attempts at manipulation, resurfaced. He inquired with great interest, "Is this your ability as a player, or is it just a natural rule?"
Fei didn't answer his question directly, but simply said, "I'm no longer considered a player. My skills are still useful."
Devin crossed his arms, dragging out his words like his earlier slow, drawn-out tone, and told Fei in a deliberately irritating tone, "This is so suspicious! Why wouldn't I believe it?"
"It's up to you if you don't believe me." Fei stuffed the diary, which had been folded into a small square, into his pocket. He tilted his head, and his keen vision accurately captured a figure in the corridor not far away. He waved his hand casually, "I have something to do. I'll be leaving first."
Devin followed his gaze, plucked a leaf, and twirled it idly, reminding him casually, "The rotation time is almost here. You'd better take everyone away. The plants in the greenhouse are much more aggressive than those in the museum."
Fei still looked indifferent. He nodded, without saying whether he would listen to Devin's advice or not. He walked towards the corridor connecting the venue and the greenhouse.
The closer you get, the more active the comments become.
Did our little fish touch someone's cake? Why is this guy so persistent?! In the previous game, the poet was so dismissive of the protagonists that he didn't even bother to take action. Why is the situation reversed in the sequel?!
[Shi Bao, we've been set up! Run!]
[Speaking of which, the counselor isn't here... I have a bad feeling. After all, the protagonists have gotten separated, and Yangmei and Wenge aren't here. I wonder if they've already been controlled by the time they appear later.]
The pitch-black crack was less than an inch away from the young man. The tightly fitted lines were stretched open, revealing countless moving eyeballs. There seemed to be a constant stream of tiny whispers, the tone of which was indistinct, and the mixture seemed particularly blurry.
His keen intuition gave him a warning. Shi Yu wanted to look away, but his body was out of control. He raised his hand like a madman, trying to reach into the dark crevice.
The poet approached him with a casual gait. The tip of his knife drew a silver arc, and he carved a scarlet cross on the young man's palm. Then he put the sharp weapon into Shi Yu's hand and coldly said, "Pierce your chest."
Shi Yu raised the dagger stiffly, his lips opened and closed, his vocal cords vibrated but he couldn't utter a single word. His hands were shaking so much that he almost dropped the sharp weapon, but he still couldn't avoid the tip of the knife pointing at his heart, and cold sweat almost soaked his palms.
His blank brain seemed to have stopped thinking. Shi Yu could not escape the other party's control. His remaining sanity could only describe sporadic words, and he shifted all his attention to the object in his hand.
Go back and return to the original "non-existent" state.
The crooked tip of the knife that was against his collar did not move forward any further, and the light weight disappeared in his hand. Shi Yu rolled his dry throat with difficulty. He looked back at this man from the Ghost Story Protection Organization, his stubborn eyes still refusing to admit defeat.
Shi Yu struggled to speak. He tightened his grip, his nails digging into his flesh. The pain kept him calm. "You want to threaten him with me... He won't be stupid enough to fall for it."
The poet knew who he was talking about, so he naturally didn't take Shi Yu seriously. His target from the beginning was Fei.
"Really? But that depends on who the hostage is." The poet casually stretched out his hand, and his fingertips left new marks. Black lines appeared on the young man's neck, as if blood would gush out in the next second and his voice would be broken.
He gave a rare smile. "You're the best hostage. Coincidentally, those two guys and your friends are not here. Do you think he will show up when your throat is cut?"
[Ah ...
[First of all, it's impossible for the protagonist to die just after reaching the museum unless the old thief has gone crazy. After all, this isn't just a bad ending, so I feel safe for now (x) I'm actually more concerned about what the poet said. What two? Is the old thief...spreading information?]
[The best hostage is the human-machine guy, so it can't be Xiaoyu, right? And he's talking about those two guys. Besides Brother Fei, there's also... Que? Shi Bao doesn't even know Que?]
[A new character? Or is the robot preparing to upgrade his role and move on to a new storyline? Stop riddling and just tell me what you're doing!]
The black thread merged into the flesh and blood, like a needle and thread used to mend an old doll. Shi Yu could feel something wriggling on his neck. He clenched his teeth and tried not to lose his composure.
However, the black thread could not be torn apart and the blood splattering phenomenon did not occur.
A cold hand grasped Shi Yu's wrist. A clear jade ring was worn on the slender finger bones, making the skin look even colder and whiter. The young man felt as if a hand was placed on his shoulder.
Shi Yu heard that familiar cold voice. Perhaps it was because Fei's appearance gave him new hope in this difficult situation, so he felt that Fei's tone was so gentle that it sounded like praise.
"You did a great job. Thank you for your hard work."
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