Chapter 25 Twin Villages (1)
Fang Ke finally lay back down. Chen Cinian carefully tucked in the quilt for him and turned off the light again.
When he opened his eyes at dawn, Shen Cinian was no longer in the room. There was a breakfast on the table. He lay down and stretched out his hands, hooking them over with his fingers.
There was no note; he thought there would be one, but there wasn't.
He finished his breakfast and drank the cold soy milk while opening his phone to see if Shen Cinian had left him any messages. Only then did he realize that he had not added Shen Cinian on WeChat at all.
Chen Ci Nian just left like that, leaving him alone here, abandoning him alone in the deep sea to drift away.
Shen Cinian took away all his belongings, leaving only the black horse whip on the chair.
Is it lost?
No, it's giving up.
Why……
Because he is a weird guy covered with thorns, Shen Cinian is afraid, right?
It is perfectly normal to choose to stay away from him.
But... in fact, he is an ordinary person. In fact, there are no thorns on his body. In fact, those are just broken mirrors of self-loathing, fragments of his memory, which are stuck in his body and make him look very weird.
In fact, he is not a weird person. He tried hard to heal himself and his injury has improved a little, but the other half of the fragment has grown into his flesh, turning him into a horrible monster.
that's all.
Fang Ke was wearing thin pajamas and walking barefoot on the carpet. He stood in front of the chair and stared at the long whip.
Further in front of the chair was a floor-to-ceiling window with thick, dark curtains drawn, making the light that came through very dim.
Like being at the bottom of the sea, light cannot penetrate the deep sea surface.
He spread his arms, fell back, and lay back on the bed in a big letter shape.
It's like giving up resistance.
【0221.】
[Here, dear, are you ready to have fun?]
【Stop talking nonsense.】
[Alright~]
There was a moment of blurring of consciousness, a moment that had happened hundreds of times over the past two years.
Welcome to the dungeon: Twin Village. You are an outsider detective, invited here, and it seems you have other secrets.
[Warning! A special state with a 1 in 1000 chance of triggering: amnesia! All your clues have been erased by an unknown force. This dungeon has no clues, so you can only explore on your own. Please work hard to find your lost memories. Note: Your memory has truly run away.]
[Instance Quest: Find the truth and obtain the Yin Voucher. Note: The Yin Voucher is an invitation to the anniversary of the death of "Shu Yi," one of the ten great Abyssal-level monsters. This is humanity's only chance in a hundred years to encounter and understand this great Abyssal monster. Not only humans, but also monsters are vying for it.]
[This instance is a special instance written by the Shuyi Master himself. All rules are based on his wishes.]
This dungeon was too difficult and of a type that had never appeared before, so no one was willing to take the risk. In other words, he was the only player in this dungeon.
After a brief dizziness caused by his soul being pulled out, Fang Ke finally slowly opened his eyes.
It was midnight, and he was standing at the village gate. Two lamps emitting white light hung on the simple archway.
It seemed like someone was talking behind him. Fang Ke turned around and saw only the endless pitch-black night. The night was like a terrifying beast with its mouth wide open, making people afraid to turn around and walk into it.
There are more unknown dangers hidden in the darkness, and only by moving towards the light can there be a glimmer of hope for survival.
Fang Ke calmed himself down, carried his oversized travel bag, held a magnifying glass, pressed the brim of his baseball cap, and walked in.
He didn't notice that the two lamps that were originally hanging on the door behind him fell down, suspended in the air, and followed him from a distance.
The houses here are very strange and the color scheme is very discordant.
Black stripes, red tiles, blue roof, and dark green windows like beer bottles.
It's like - a grave burned for the dead.
Not knowing if there was anyone living there, Fang Ke was suddenly stunned when he looked at the second-floor window of a house.
There was a head pressed against the glass! His overly bright red blush was barely visible through the thick glass, his lips were exaggeratedly cracked into a strange arc, and most terrifying of all, his eyes were pupilless!
This should be... a paper man.
When he first saw this thing, even Fang Ke's heart skipped a beat.
Fang Ke quickly turned his head to avoid the gaze, but when he turned his head back, his scalp suddenly felt numb.
He gasped. Just when he looked at the second-floor glass, the first-floor doors of all the houses in the village had suddenly opened!
Without exception, the inside of the door was completely dark, the light was very dim, and you could vaguely see the presence of human figures.
The alley is very narrow, with a small path sandwiched between houses on both sides. There is a door every four or five meters. Ordinary players would probably feel weak in the knees if they came in.
Fang Ke took a deep breath. It was impossible to say that he was not afraid at all, but he was not too scared and could still walk normally.
Fang Ke didn't intend to look back. He walked forward slowly and cautiously. Every time he passed a house, a paper man would suddenly appear at the door of the house behind him where he couldn't see!
The paper man is standing at the door with a big smile on his face, as if welcoming the guests and inviting them into the house!
Just as they walked to a house of a different style, the paper people suddenly tilted their heads and stared at Fang Ke with only the whites of their eyes!
Fang Ke heard the noise, but didn't turn around. He knew that there were many eyes staring at him from behind, and his heart beat a little faster.
He must not look back at this time. He didn't know what was behind him. If he turned around and saw a horrible scene, and then became too frightened and lost his mind, his already low survival rate would only get lower.
Keep your sanity...
Keep it up!
Fang Ke started running. As soon as he moved, the paper figures also started moving. Now he was 100% sure that there was a group of things following him. He rushed into the only house that looked like a yang house at the fastest speed.
As soon as he entered, he began to regret it. The rustling sound behind him stopped the moment he entered the door. It seemed that they were afraid of the owner of the house and did not dare to get close, or even make too much noise.
He turned around and saw the paper people gathered outside the door, giving him pale smiles.
He got goosebumps all over his body and closed the door.
His eyes were finally clear, but a greater threat was waiting for him.
It was very dark inside the house. Fang Ke felt along the wall for a light, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness.
Suddenly, he felt a wet touch on the back of his hand, as if his hand was touched by something!
It's a human hand!
His solar plexus was beating a little, but Fang Ke refused to retract his hand. The more he scared him, the more likely it was that he had touched the right thing, and the switch must be nearby.
He suppressed his nausea and, despite having his hands touched from time to time, he remained firm in his belief and groped in the direction he thought was right.
The hand seemed to be fed up with his stubbornness and soon stopped moving and teasing him no more.
He had just breathed a sigh of relief and his heartbeat hadn't even calmed down when his hand suddenly touched something cold and wet!
The touch felt like dead skin, and his hair stood on end instantly. The fear of the unknown made his pupils dilate a little, but his hand continued to explore.
I felt a hole the size of two fingers, which was... the nostril!
He's touching the dead face!
Grass……
It's so fucking disgusting.
Resisting the urge to vomit, Fang Ke roughly touched the area around the dead face and found that it had no body and seemed to be embedded in the wall.
Could this be the switch? The designer of this copy is such a fucking weirdo.
Fang Ke clenched his fist and smashed it on the man's nose, making it dent.
The light didn't come on, so I guessed wrong.
It's just a fucking decoration.
Suddenly, a light source appeared in front of me. Two candles were burning, and the faint green candlelight turned the entire room into a strange dark green.
It was a very bad color, adding at least three or four points to the horror atmosphere of the entire space.
There was a photo frame in front of the candle. Fang Ke took a closer look and burst out laughing.
Damn, that's his posthumous photo.
Nervous. Some boring weirdos are really crazy.
Fang Ke was a little scared at first, but after seeing the photo he was speechless.
The "Fang Ke" in the black and white photo rolled his eyes, and then shed two lines of blood and tears at him.
It looks quite realistic. If the person standing here was not Fang Ke, but some other player, he would have probably peed all over the floor.
What a fucking idiotic thing! Fang Ke picked up a chair and started pounding on it. The photo fell to the ground and the candle went out.
The candle reignited after a while, flickering. The room was dark and green, like a hospital corridor at midnight, with the broken "Safe Passage" sign flickering, making the corridor dark and eerie.
Fang Ke did not let his guard down. There was nothing on the first floor except the living room, but he could still hear noises coming from upstairs. He even seemed to hear the sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard.
Forget it... I won’t go up for now. There might be some clues on the first floor.
Giving up on turning on the light, Fang Ke groped his way to the coffee table and found a flashlight in the drawer.
0221 suddenly spoke, and Fang Ke's hand shook and he almost dropped the flashlight.
Obtained Item: Childhood Flashlight. Try to recall your childhood. Did you fear leaving the dimly lit city and living alone in the countryside? The village nights were so dark that every shadow made you suspect ghosts. You slept with your flashlight, afraid even to leave it to go to the bathroom in the dark. One day, your flashlight stopped glowing. You remembered the bowl of sugar water handed to you by the old man at the village entrance, which always reeked of death. You remembered the time before nightfall, when you drank the stale sugar water and listened to the old man tell you about the daredevil game. You decided to give it a try.
Trigger the game: Who is the real you? (Walk into the bathroom, turn off all lights, light two candles on the sink, touch the mirror with your index finger, and stare at it for fifteen minutes. Every three seconds, repeat the question to yourself in the mirror: "Who are you?")
[Rules: No matter what happens or what you see during the game, you cannot close your eyes, move your feet, or take your index finger off the mirror, otherwise you will be considered to have failed the game.]
[Successfully obtain the item: a repaired flashlight. Failure to complete the game will result in the player's soul being captured in the mirror, leaving them here forever.]
You're hesitant. You can choose not to play this game, but you'll lose the only safe light source you can control forever. You've always been a coward, they all call you that. You now have two choices: Choose (yes), be a brave and courageous person and make all those who mock you disappear! Choose (no), and those guys outside will laugh at you through the glass again, hehe, coward!
A very vicious choice.
Making him stand still and repeat the same thing for fifteen minutes is more painful than killing him.
But having the paper people outside swarming on the window and watching his every move at any time would make him feel even more uncomfortable.
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The author has something to say: The attacker is in the dungeon, but he is not a player.
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