Chapter 31 Twin Villages (7)
Looking at everyone's embarrassed expressions, Shen Cinian smiled and said nothing.
Since he didn't say anything, everyone took it as his consent.
Anyway, the referendum has been initiated, so what will happen if you don’t recognize it?
After all, Chen Cinian was Fang Ke's teacher, so he wouldn't have the heart to see Fang Ke go to jail, right?
After the meeting, these high-ranking officials left through the small door and walked into the elevator.
Shen Ci Nian followed them not far away.
After leaving the building, I looked around and saw that human cities were all filled with similar buildings, with small square rooms trapping mediocre people.
It's like raising bees.
Living in a big square box is actually the same as living in an urn.
Chen Ci Nian returned to the hotel he had rebooked, walked into the "large urn" that was rented in turns, and looked into the distance at the pale sunlight that was not very strong.
To be honest, he was a little hungry.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to lie there peacefully, and suddenly have the urge to run to the human world to find someone.
How come I can’t find it? It’s so strange.
He thought Fang Ke should be it, but why isn't he?
It's really strange, it seems that every human being is so strange.
…
Fang Ke decided not to think about it anymore. If he continued, his mind would be filled with the image of kidnapping Shen Cinian and he would be unable to think.
He had found the study and had just stepped in when the door suddenly closed and locked with a click!
You rarely come to the fifth floor, but he is a frequent visitor there. When he was studying there, you were happily playing hopscotch in the yard. He stood by the window and looked at you from afar, but there was no envy in his eyes, only pity.
“Brother,” he said, “come up.”
You disagreed, you were having a great time, so he felt even more sorry for you. You were like a wild child with no one to discipline you. You were already over five years old and hadn't even attended kindergarten for a day.
"Come up, brother. I'll teach you hopscotch," he said.
So you actually went up. Your brother's hopscotch rules were very different. He used games and patience to teach you arithmetic.
[Trigger the psychic game: Hopscotch. When you reach a square that requires hopping on your left foot, you must gesture a number less than ten with your hand, while your brother says another number. When you hop on your right foot, you must say a number, while your brother gestures a number. If the sum of your gestured numbers equals the number you said, you win. If the sum of your gestured numbers equals the number your brother gestured, your brother wins.]
What the hell is this!!
. . .
What he hates most in his life is math problems!
Addition and subtraction within ten are still easy for you, aren't they, Detective?
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but 0221’s tone seems to be gloating.
If you succeed in the game, you will receive the village chief's notes. If you fail, you will be trapped in the study, forever writing endless math problems until your spirit breaks and your soul is shattered.
[Come on, great detective! The game starts in three minutes~]
Three minutes... two minutes... one minute...
Thirty seconds left...no clue what to do...
The last second passed, and Fang Ke gritted his teeth and started hopscotch. There was still some time left. At the beginning, he needed to hop on both feet, and at the end, he had to hop on one foot twice, but...
There is absolutely no way to calm down and think.
One grid... two grids...
Soon he reached the last square between his feet, and at this time Fang Ke could no longer control the trembling of his hands.
He lifted his right foot, and jumped onto the grid with his left foot standing upright. Then he took a deep breath, made a 0 gesture, and at the same time heard the number "7" in his ears.
0 is within ten, so no matter what number the other party gestures, he just needs to read out 7.
7-7=0, the number reported by the opponent can never be less than 0, that is to say, as long as the opponent reports the same number in the first round, he will make the same gesture in the second round. At least he will never let the opponent win. If the opponent does not win, it will be a draw.
The zero he gestured in the first round may be equal to the number he reported in the second round, as long as the number gestured by the opponent in the second round is equal to the number gestured by the opponent in the first round, because zero plus any number will always be equal to the number itself.
Fang Ke took another deep breath and jumped on his right foot: "7".
My brother counted to 7. As expected, he taught you this; your ideas are exactly the same. Congratulations, detective! The sum of the numbers you counted equals 7, and you said seven, so you win. The sum of the numbers you said equals 0, which is not greater than the 7 my brother said, so he loses. But it seems like he lost to you on purpose, just like when he coaxed you into learning arithmetic.
[Successful communication with the spirit, obtained the village chief's notebook and memory fragments.]
【Players please close your eyes and feel it carefully. 】
You see the empty yard. It seems like an afternoon from your childhood. It's the end of a hot summer, the cool autumn is approaching, but the heat is still as hot as ever. You and your brother suggest playing hide-and-seek.
[Your brother has once again hidden in that place you can't find. You're tired of looking for him, but this time you don't cry. You find a cool and comfortable place to take a nap.]
You slept on the refrigerator. The refrigerator was covered with a quilt, which was very comfortable. The refrigerator was right under the quilt, which was also very cool. You fell asleep in no time.
[The freezer key was still in the lock. Your brother had used it to unlock the freezer and forgot to remove it after getting in. Your foot accidentally kicked the key, and the freezer was locked!]
"Dear Detective, I've taught you to observe life carefully since you were young. Why were you so careless this time? You slept so soundly. The quilt is very soundproof, but I slapped the glass slide with my hand. Why didn't you notice my desperate cry for help?"
In the shadows, where the sun doesn't reach, you opened your tightly closed eyes. Your body shook with the slapping. You jumped out of the freezer without a care in the world. You didn't even look back, and you even pulled out the key. You were only seven years old that year.
[The main storyline, "Murder Game," has been completed. It turns out that every game you played in the past was a premeditated plan to kill your brother.]
【Congratulations to the player for entering the next chapter. 】
Fang Ke's eyes flickered. It was the first time he saw a copy divided into chapters. It seemed to be similar to a horror online game he had played on his mobile phone before. Could the author have been inspired by it?
Have you given me the copyright to write?
[No, dear, this is not your concern~]
Congratulations on entering the second main storyline: "Sacrifice." Chosen by the gods, you are gifted with the ability to leave your body during sleep. The gods called to you in the temple, but you did not go.
[In the past few days, you have heard many things in your spirit body.]
[They didn't register you as a baby, didn't give you a name, and sooner or later you'll die on the altar. An unregistered household will save you a lot of trouble.]
They never let you leave the house, just like any other family with twins. You, the chosen sacrifices, were supposed to be hidden from birth to death. Occasionally, when someone from outside saw you, your parents would call you your older brother's name and pretend you were the older brother.
[Are you Fang Ke? Of course not. You are "Hey." You are a sacrifice, just like a pig's head, a goat's head, or a cow's head. You are a dead thing.]
They raised you like a pig, providing you with food and water and protecting you from premature death due to accidents. They didn't teach you to read or speak because there was no need.
[Those of you who, like you, have been locked away in the closet, have secretly peeked at the street outside through the glass countless times at night, but the light-blocking curtains were always quickly drawn by a pair of hands much taller than you.]
You are like a frog in a well. Your sky is only the small courtyard surrounded by buildings. You even think that the sky is rectangular.
[Your brother is your salvation. You had few dreams in your childhood because your life was so monotonous. Until your brother started to notice you, you began to have many dreams, and most of them were of your brother.]
My brother secretly took you out, took you to the forest to play, where you built a cabin out of branches. He even took out his treasured Santa Claus and played house with you in the dirty dirt. He lowered his voice, deliberately imitating the tone of an old man, and told you many stories, some beautiful fairy tales, some scary ghost stories.
You close your eyes and imagine a wooden house in the woods. You picture the old man at the village entrance, just like your brother's doll, with pale skin and dull eyes. You shake yourself, and a thought occurs to you: the old man is a corpse.
You imagined the smell of rotting leaves to be the stench of a corpse, and you became frightened and asked to go home.
[Brother takes you through the forest, preparing to go home. You look at his back. There is a spot of light on his back, which is round. The sky is also round, not square.]
"Do I have a name?" you ask him. Your words are not clear, and it takes him a while to understand.
"You have. My name is Fang Ke, your name is Fang Yuan, and I am your brother."
[My brother gave you a name. This is a secret between you two. You once thought he was a beam of sunlight streaming down from the window of the fifth-floor study. When you looked up at the skylight, you could see it glowing.]
If it weren't for him, you wouldn't understand that the sky can actually be vast and boundless, a free blue sky with no boundaries. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't know that the outside world isn't just a narrow street and the neighbors across the street, but a world of many interesting and colorful things. If it weren't for him, you would always be in a daze like an unenlightened child, and you would always be that ignorant offering.
You once thought you would love your brother forever, but why did you kill him? Great Detective, have you truly forgotten everything? Are you truly unable to empathize with your former self? Are you truly unable to feel that invisible pain? Is your heart completely still? Aren't you angry about the injustice? Why was you chosen? Why was you the one to die? Why was you born as the original sin even though you did nothing wrong?
Yeah, why?
Why did he have to suffer injustice, why did he go through fire and water for humanity but not get a single bit of sincere gratitude, why was his mother abandoned, why was he abandoned just like his mother?
Is it really because of his bad character?
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