Chapter 32 Twin Villages (8)
The moment reason is eroded and emotions are aroused, the long-accumulated resentment bursts out in an instant.
My fingers were trembling, my heart was aching, and the left side of my body was so numb that I couldn't move.
My chest heaved, feeling like it was being pressed down by a huge rock. I could breathe, but I couldn't figure out how to find oxygen.
He had a migraine attack, as if someone was cutting his trigeminal nerve with a saw. All the sounds had stopped, but there was still a buzzing in his ears.
"Madam, the master said he has booked a couple's dungeon for tomorrow..."
"She's not coming back."
"What are you fussing about? I'm doing this for humanity!"
"Let him go to the front line and die a worthy death."
Later, there were only two voices left in his ears, one on the left and one on the right, circling around his ears over and over again.
"She's not coming back."
"A worthy death."
"I'm not coming back."
"A worthy death."
Fang Ke squatted down and covered his ears, his eyes were very fierce.
It's to the point where anyone approaching would be scared and step back.
But those eyes actually hid sorrow and a hint of pleading.
In fact, it only expresses two words: save me.
No, nothing, no one came to save him, only the heavy snow in Tang County that never melted year after year. The snow piled up thicker and thicker, and the cold wind became more and more biting, like knives cutting his body, like a thin whip directly hitting his face.
Only countless pairs of invisible eyes tracked and monitored him, trapping him with invisible chains in this cage called "compatriots" and "morality."
Then drive him, enslave him, order him to be a forerunner, force him to open up a copy, take away everything he gets, and spit in his eyes.
"He'll eventually turn to the weird. Look at his terrifying, half-human, half-demon appearance."
"Drain all his worth and let him die a worthy death."
"That's not his contribution to humanity. That's what he should do."
In fact, he doesn't care. In fact, he has been used to it over the years.
The sounds continued, Fang Ke's back remained straight, he covered his ears with his hands and looked painful, but he could actually still hold on. He just needed to take a break, and a cigarette would be even better.
Until that slightly cold voice sounded.
"Student Fang Ke, I have no obligation to take care of you."
It was like the straw that broke the camel's back. His reason told him that this was the fact, but the self sculpted by emotions was collapsing at an extremely fast speed.
Why……
Is that right? Fang Ke is not worth reaching out to.
Not worth being held.
I don't want to play anymore.
[Yo yo yo, the sun is rising from the west. Are you going to admit defeat? If you admit defeat, your soul will belong to me~]
Fang Ke looked at the bloody "Yes" on the panel and nodded tiredly.
No response.
[Oh my, it seems I can't admit defeat. Master Shuyi asked this system to tell you that he spent so much effort to create this dungeon, and you must complete it.]
Play shit.
Fang Ke stood up, pulled a chair and slumped down on it.
[What's going on? You're dying! Hurry up and get up. The game needs to continue.]
[Get up! Get up! Get up!]
0221 also became a little anxious and started to refresh the screen continuously. Three large blood-red words with an exclamation mark kept floating across Fang Ke's sight.
No.
[Grandpa, I beg you, please get up quickly, or I'll be upset. Can you please get up? I'm just a part-time worker, and I'm having a hard time too. Can you please not make things difficult for each other?]
[My dear, if you finish this dungeon well, I'll tell you a secret about your teacher. Is that all right?]
0221 silently said in his heart: I am sorry, I am sorry, great Lord God, a good man never suffers a loss in front of him, I didn’t mean to sell you out, I really had no choice, please be magnanimous and don’t hold it against me, it was all forced by the boss, every grievance has its perpetrator, if you have any questions, please consult the leader...
Fang Ke finally moved. 0221 Thank God, especially thank the Ghost God, who for the first time in his life coaxed Fang Ke in a kind and gentle manner.
【Then let’s continue】
0221 carefully avoided the lines in the script that might irritate Fang Ke. He cursed like a bastard in his heart, but his tone had to be comforting.
Damn it, workers have a working spirit, and all workers are servants!
If your brother hadn't taught you to speak and read, you wouldn't have understood the meaning of your parents' words. Your parents never talked behind your back, because they thought you didn't understand.
[The light that saved you is actually the devil that led you into the abyss?]
"If God chose my brother, then you are the one who is being favored right now."
You think you are smarter and more scheming than your brother, and you are indeed so. If you were in a normal family, you would be valued more than your brother.
[My brother is not your light, he just happens to be standing in the light.]
[When you were young, you decided to kill your brother, your twin brother who looked exactly like you.]
[You don't know that at the same time, your brother wanted to help you escape from the Twin Village. He wanted to save your life.]
Do you still remember the chirping of cicadas in the middle of summer, when your brother held your hand, blindfolded you with a piece of cloth, and played blind man's elephant game with you?
"Brother wants to give you to human traffickers. It's better to let them sell you than to let you die. The day of sacrifice is approaching, and this imperfect solution is the only one he can think of at such a young age."
He was afraid that your crying would attract the villagers, so he tricked you into playing a game. However, you mistakenly thought that he was jealous of your intelligence, thought you were a threat, and wanted to send you away.
You deliberately stepped on a bear trap and then burst into tears.
The traffickers were scared off, but unfortunately Lin Ziyuan didn't alert the villagers. My brother had no choice but to take you home. No matter how much you cried, he kept comforting you. When you said you wanted to play hide-and-seek, he immediately agreed.
When your parents came back, you were still lying on the freezer. You were acting silly as usual, and they didn't notice anything unusual. They were just worried you'd catch a cold and die, so they carried you down.
[The mother was about to make dinner. She opened the freezer and instantly let out a scream of disbelief.]
She saw her brother's body, frozen solid. She had always treated him like her only child, but now... now...
She hugged you, comforted you, stroked your hair, and told you: "From now on, your name is Fang Ke."
Your brother's household registration became yours. The day of the sacrifice drew closer, but your parents were reluctant to send you to the temple. One night, a strong wind blew up, and when you woke up the next day, you found that both your parents were dead.
My father hanged himself with a bone-chopping knife, and my mother's head rolled under the bed.
You panic and go downstairs to see your brother's skinned body sitting on the sofa, while bone soup is simmering in the kitchen.
【Why? Things turned out like this.】
【Twins became a curse.】
[You were traumatized and lost your memory after escaping the forest. You were taken into an orphanage while wandering. Later, you had new parents, but your mental state was no longer normal.]
You constantly hallucinate. You think the pork rib soup your adoptive mother makes for you is made of human flesh. You even see her chopping off someone's legs before bed. Your adoptive parents tell you you're sick, and you are, but you deny it. You think they're trying to mislead you, and they don't want you to remember the truth.
You always feel like you must have had a brother. Did your adoptive parents kill him? From then on, the seed of wanting to be a detective was planted in your heart.
[Ten years after you left home, the people of Twin Village died one by one, and it eventually became a ghost village.]
Those children, chosen like you from childhood, were made into paper figures. Their families covered their bodies with rice paper, painted smiling faces on them, and placed them in the temple, burning them as tribute to the two-faced Buddha on the shrine.
Great Detective, this is the truth you've been searching for. Isn't that ridiculous? You've grown up, no longer as naive as before, no longer looking at things so simply. You've finally realized that your brother isn't a disposable object; he's your family. How could you have thought that back then? How could you have felt that he'd ruined everything for you?
As you grow up, you can no longer resonate with your childhood self. Your adoptive parents paid for your education and gave you a good education. The dark side of your nature has long been suppressed. But the brother who doted on you the most can no longer return. His skin has melted into the sofa, and his flesh and bones have been boiled in the pot.
You open your father's notebook. The handwriting is stained with blood, telling a tragic story: I don't know where I went wrong. I don't know why God won't let Duozi Village continue to live. One day, I received a miracle, and God gave me guidance. I didn't know it then, but that was the beginning of a nightmare.
We didn't give him a name because calling him by his name constantly creates attachment, and when we have attachment, we can't let him go. We never taught him to speak, but I know this child is smarter than any of us. Maybe he'll learn by listening more and more. I have a faint hope in my heart. I hope he understands what terrible things we're talking about and escapes Duozi Village. You see, I'm still used to calling it Duozi Village. I should call it Twin Village.
"Oh my God, my wife and I are both honest people. In all the years we've been village chiefs, we've never abused our power for personal gain. Why...?"
[Dear child, dear Fang Yuan—this is the name your brother gave you, right? By the time you see this notebook, your mother and I will probably be dead. You should be quite old now, perhaps even an adult. He has killed everyone in the village, and sooner or later he will find a way to bring you back. Please... return it to the underground for us.]
[You received a hint from the village chief: Tea is on the left, wine is on the right. The tea is the chrysanthemum tea planted in the flowerbed in front of the door, and the wine is the wedding wine brewed the year you were born.]
The fruit is in front, the flower is behind. The fruit is a bodhi fruit in front of the portrait in the ancestral hall, and the flower is a twin lotus that grew on your brother's flesh at the bottom of the burnt pot.
The five offerings are props from the games you and I played together: a cabin in the forest, a detective's cane, chalk for drawing a house, blindfolds for hide-and-seek and the blind man's elephant, and... my favorite Santa Claus doll. You left it in the forest and never found it again. Actually, your mother and I always knew what you were doing outside. Sometimes we'd stand by the window and watch your happy faces, and we felt incredibly happy.
Finally, the two evil objects are the refrigerator key and my brother's skin. Place these in front of the Buddha statue, and my brother and I will help you.
[My child, I forgot to say "Welcome home" to you. I still owe you...]
【"Happy birthday."】
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