Chapter 29 Old Memories
Garden Street was silent, with rows of villas on both sides of the empty street, with no signs of human life.
Feng Zhibei observed the wooden doorplate outside the villa. The one in front of him was number B-0100, so...
The building hidden in the white fog ahead should be the villa of the woman in the copy.
He gripped the fruit knife tightly and walked forward lightly.
At this moment, he suddenly felt like he was being watched.
Feng Zhibei turned around suddenly, but he couldn't see anything in the foggy environment and couldn't tell whether there was someone hiding in the dark.
Quick victory.
He quickened his pace and walked forward, and a ruined villa appeared before his eyes.
"This is……"
Feng Zhibei opened his eyes wide and looked up at the house number at the entrance of the villa, B-0099.
This was the villa where the woman lived at that time, but now it has been completely changed.
The iron gate outside the villa was unlocked and could be easily pushed open. He pushed it open carefully and found that all the roses in the garden had disappeared. Only a few clumps of weeds remained, and the dry soil showed signs of being burned.
The villa appeared to have been destroyed by fire.
Feng Zhibei avoided several sharp ruins and explored the villa, which was less than half left.
Some of the furniture inside was still left, and in the middle of the room, a sofa had been burned to the point where only its frame remained, and a charred corpse was sitting on it.
He raised his head and met the black eye sockets of the charred corpse.
“…”
Feng Zhibei took a deep breath and tried her best to suppress her scream.
The body sat upright on the sofa frame. He didn't approach, but observed it from a distance. The body had broad hips and narrow shoulders; it must be a female.
...Is that the woman? Is she dead?
Suddenly, the charred corpse shook twice, and with a creaking sound, its head turned towards him.
Feng Zhibei's pupils trembled violently, and he turned around and fled quickly.
The fog around them grew thicker, and whispers could be heard. Light shone through the windows of several villas, forming a few blurry rays in the fog.
He ran forward according to the route he remembered, and the creaking sound behind him kept getting closer, almost right next to his ear.
Feng Zhibei glanced back while escaping.
“……?”
He stopped and looked back. There was nothing behind him, only an empty street covered by fog.
Is it an illusion?
Feng Zhibei didn't stay for long and hurried back to Yan Chuxue's villa.
It was not until he sat on the sofa that he realized that he had been tense and his hands and feet were cold all the way.
The clock in the living room showed that it was 8:15 pm. Yan Chuxue should be back soon.
Feng Zhibei let out a long sigh.
The scenes inside and outside the dungeon are similar, but their states are different.
Maybe it's a parallel space-time, or maybe... it's the same space-time.
He had just sat down for a few minutes when he heard rhythmic knocking on the door.
The puppet at the door screamed, "Guests are coming! Guests are coming!"
Feng Zhibei looked out of the window. In the mist, a dark figure was knocking on the fence outside the iron gate.
He couldn't help but change his expression.
The charred corpse knocking on the door was obviously not the one we had just seen. This one did not seem to be burned so thoroughly, and its body was dark brown, like the color of some kind of air-dried sausage after being roasted.
It was wearing a ruby ring on its finger.
"Damn... why did this big brother come here..."
Feng Zhibei was stunned. This person was obviously the "brother-in-law" who was stuffed in the trunk in the previous copy.
Seeing that no one opened the door, the charred corpse outside the door became increasingly angry and started shaking the iron door hard.
Feng Zhibei thought for a moment and decided to ignore him.
Anyway, Yan Chuxue will be back soon, so let him take care of it.
He returned to the sofa, took out the information booklet that B-367 had given him, and began to read through it bit by bit.
It was not until nearly nine o'clock that the sound of a key unlocking the door was heard from outside.
Yan Chuxue put her finger to her mouth and made a quiet gesture. The puppet that had just opened its mouth to scream closed its mouth again.
He pulled out a tissue and wiped off the carbon ash from his hands.
He Yutong stared at the red-haired young man sleeping on the sofa, stunned.
"Yan...Brother Yan, you, you and him..."
"Shh, keep your voice down."
Yan Chuxue walked forward. The young man on the sofa was breathing steadily and curled up into a small ball, looking even smaller.
His bangs were blown to the sides due to his sleep, revealing his entire face.
Yan Chuxue's gaze moved from the teardrop mole under his eye to the bridge of his ear, and she frowned.
He seemed to have some information about the origin of this in his memory.
Yan Chuxue picked up the sleeping young man under He Yutong's horrified gaze and walked upstairs while recalling the past.
It was probably the spring after Feng Zhibei turned fourteen, and the wind blowing outside the window was warm.
Yan Chuxue pierced her ears all by herself. Her hands were clean and neat, and it was very convenient.
One time, he had just pierced one of his ears when he heard a clicking sound coming from outside the house.
"Are you fiddling with your ears again?"
Came the boy's hoarse voice.
At this time, his voice had been made hoarse by the Feng family.
Thinking of this, Yan Chuxue suddenly got stuck.
How did Feng Zhibei's voice get damaged? He had no memory of the whole process.
...Maybe in another memory that has not been retrieved yet.
At that time, Feng Zhibei was walking barefoot on the wooden floor, and he stuck his head out to watch Yan Chuxue disinfecting her ear holes.
He looked at it for a long time, then suddenly said, "Can you give me a call?"
Yan Chuxue shook her head: "You are still young, you can't do this."
"I'm already big! I'm fourteen!" Feng Zhibei was dissatisfied. She held onto the door frame and said to him in a nasal voice, "Brother, brother, Teacher Yan, please give me a call."
Yan Chuxue was twenty years old at the time, and did not fit the image of a teacher in Feng Zhibei's mind, so he called him "Brother" most of the time, and only called him "Teacher Yan" on the rare occasions when he needed help.
How did you answer at that time?
It seemed that he didn't give in until the end, so Feng Zhibei ran away while shouting that he would beat her secretly in the future.
Yan Chuxue lowered her eyes and put Feng Zhibei on the bed in the room.
Even if that memory was false, he couldn't treat Feng Zhibei normally.
After all, I watched him grow from a little boy to a teenager, and in this situation, I saw the adult Feng Zhibei who was completely different from before.
Yan Chuxue closed the door gently.
A few seconds later, Feng Zhibei suddenly opened his eyes.
He straightened up from the bed and looked out the window. There was a dark mark near the iron gate downstairs, probably left by the charred corpse.
He had indeed dozed off for a short while, but he didn't sleep well in this unfamiliar environment, and he woke up when Yan Chuxue walked in.
Feng Zhibei was in deep thought.
In his dream he remembered where he had seen the ruby ring.
The head of the Feng family, his biological father, seemed to be wearing such a ring.
He had cursed his father to die more than once, but he never expected that this wish would come true in the game in this way.
Feng Zhibei withdrew his gaze and collapsed back on the bed.
It is almost half past nine now, and there is still half an hour until ten o'clock when the strange event is said to occur.
He closed his eyes, intending to take a rest and get up later to see what had happened, but he fell asleep again without realizing it.
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Feng Zhibei was awakened by a sharp scream.
It took him a long time to remember that he was now in Yan Chuxue's villa, but the other party didn't seem like someone who would call him that.
and……
"Why does this plot seem so familiar?"
Feng Zhibei got out of bed and stepped on something soft.
He lowered his head and saw a sticky piece of flesh on his foot, which was even stained with blood.
A fishy smell came from the soles of my feet.
"...What is this?"
Feng Zhibei's face turned green.
Fortunately, he was wearing socks. He quickly took off the dirty socks to avoid soaking the blood on the soles of his feet.
He tiptoed for a long time before finding a pair of slippers in the corner. As soon as he put them on, he saw a piece of paper floating down from his body.
"This is……?"
Feng Zhibei picked up the paper on the ground and opened it. There were crooked black handwriting inside, which looked a bit messy.
"Three days later, Jiangnan Misty Rain, please be sure to come. Here is something important for you - 6108"
"6108? He Xinmei?"
He touched his chin.
In the previous copy, except for the props in the system backpack, nothing else could be taken out. After the copy was over, the blood-stained backpack and He Xinmei in the backpack disappeared.
But now we are outside the game copy, when did she stuff the paper in?
Also, is this really the note He Xinmei left for him?
It is also possible that something on Garden Street is deliberately misleading him.
"Jiangnan Misty Rain, this name sounds quite interesting."
Feng Zhibei crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it into the trash can.
Downstairs, Yan Chuxue was trying to calm He Yutong down awkwardly.
"Garden Street is like this. There are some things at night. They are not living creatures and will not hurt you."
Feng Zhibei had just walked down the stairs. When he heard these words, he thought of his sock that had been tragically sacrificed.
He thought to himself, you farted, it wasted my only remaining socks and hurt my heart.
Yan Chuxue looked up at him, her eyes were unnatural for a moment, but soon returned to their previous state.
He was still wearing a mask, but it was white, making his face look even paler.
"Morning. Why are you here?"
Feng Zhibei looked at He Yutong and was shocked by his earth-shattering head shape.
"I... I joined Brother Yan's guild. Brother Yan said he would provide food and accommodation, so I followed him."
He Yutong was terrified. He turned over in bed, dazed, and his face was covered with something. He struggled to get up and go to the bathroom, only to find that it was a layer of blood film.
Feng Zhibei raised an eyebrow: "Free food and accommodation? Is there such a good thing?"
I signed an agreement and agreed to help him kill people to get this treatment, but I didn't expect that others could get it just by joining the guild.
Yan Chuxue threw something at him, Feng Zhibei caught it and found out it was a cell phone.
"This is for you. I wanted to give it to you yesterday, but you fell asleep."
Feng Zhibei felt a little happier.
While drinking the hot milk handed to him by Yan Chuxue, he was thinking about the relationship between the outside of the copy and the copy.
There are only daytime scenes outside the dungeon, and no dark scenes, but there are dark scenes inside the dungeon; both have something in common: as long as the dark scene comes, uncontrollable changes will occur.
According to a regular game, this bug is a bit too big, but this is just an infinite flow game that costs lives after all, so it is normal no matter how outrageous it is.
Feng Zhibei looked out the window. The light remained unchanged, but the fog was obviously much less.
"Brother Feng, is there a guild you want to join?"
He Yutong spoke cautiously.
"Me? I have no idea at the moment."
Feng Zhibei was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect him to ask him that.
He Yutong struggled to organize his words: "I think... the three of us are friends for life and death, and Brother Yan's guild is doing well, so we can consider it..."
Feng Zhibei: "No, no thanks. I'm not considering joining a guild for now."
Just kidding, it's not like he hasn't played games before. There are so many troubles when joining a guild.
Today I ask you to complete a task, and tomorrow I ask you to lead a new person and suck your blood dry.
He Yutong looked at Yan Chuxue for help, but the latter pretended not to see him and handed him a glass of juice.
He Yutong took a big sip of juice, trying to cover up the embarrassment of having nothing to say just now.
"By the way, can I choose which game copy to go to?"
Feng Zhibei asked Yan Chuxue.
Yan Chuxue pondered for a moment and replied, "Theoretically, yes. But the opening hours of each dungeon are different, so you have to calculate the time."
Feng Zhibei opened the live broadcast panel.
His next dungeon would begin at the latest in three days, and among the dungeons open that day, Jiangnan Misty Rain would be among them.
"Jiangnan Misty Rain, have you ever been there?"
Yan Chuxue shook her head: "This dungeon has not been officially opened yet."
"I see..."
Feng Zhibei seemed to be lost in thought.
What important things could he have in an unopened copy?
Feng Zhibei suddenly became curious.
Money? Paintings? Or someone?
Or maybe... a memory?
He flipped through the dashboard, already making a plan. When he came to a profile, he paused.
I don’t know when two of the six stars below his ID photo were filled in, and he has become a two-star anchor.
"The upgrade is pretty fast."
Feng Zhibei muttered.
He Yutong was curious: "Brother Feng, what level of anchor are you now? Did you level up so quickly?"
He had to complete two dungeons before he could reach the second star level!
Feng Zhibei nodded slightly, then seemed to remember something and turned to He Yutong: "When is your next dungeon?"
"...three days later?"
He Yutong hesitated a bit, "I haven't really paid attention to this. Before, I would just wait until the last minute for the system to randomly assign me a position."
Yan Chuxue at the side said: "Do you want to go to Jiangnan Misty Rain?"
"Yes." Feng Zhibei answered without hiding anything. "After all, it's a newly opened dungeon. Let's go and take a look. Maybe we can get some information."
Yan Chuxue lowered her head and thought for a while, and finally made a decision: "I'll go with you."
Feng Zhibei was a little surprised: "Don't you have a punishment copy?"
"The sentence will be suspended and will be carried out in a month."
Yan Chuxue clicked on the dungeon information for three days later. "Jiangnan Misty Rain is a three-star dungeon, categorized as a puzzle-solving dungeon."
He Yutong on the side cautiously interrupted: "Can I...can I come with you?"
Of course Feng Zhibei agreed. How could he refuse such a good offensive expert?
After all, he is a member of Yan Chuxue's guild, so it is quite legitimate for him to go into the dungeon with him.
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Three days later, at nine in the morning.
Feng Zhibei, Yan Chuxue and He Yutong were sitting together in the living room, preparing to click to enter the dungeon.
Jiangnan Misty Rain is open for a limited time, from 10:00 to 11:00. If there are enough players entering, it will close early.
After a few days of being baptized by Garden Street at night, Feng Zhibei could now face the various things stuck to his feet and bedside when he woke up in the morning without changing his expression. Since the day he attracted the charred corpse, he had never left the house again.
The clock ticked twice, pointing to ten o'clock.
The three of them clicked "Enter the copy" at the same time.
With a dizziness in front of my eyes, darkness came over me.
[Ding! Congratulations on successfully entering the dungeon - Jiangnan Misty Rain!]
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