Chapter 246
This is an ancient European-style building with a long history, surrounded by mountains and hidden in the endless woods.
Yitu stood in front of the gate of this lifeless manor, like a poor guy who had strayed into the earl's territory.
He didn't have to wait long before a middle-aged woman in maid's clothes opened the door for him.
The woman looked him up and down, her expression stiff and serious:
"Is that you, old James's new caregiver?"
"Come in, follow me closely, don't keep Mr. He waiting for too long."
Yitu discovered that the woman spoke fluent Chinese, and the game did not translate it in the middle.
He guessed that the owner of this manor, Mr. He, was most likely a Chinese.
Yitu followed the woman's footsteps and could only see her straight back and hear her instructions without even turning her head.
"I'm one of the housekeepers of this estate. My name is Padget, Padget Toney."
"As you can see, this manor is huge. Even a nimble young man would need half a day to walk around it, not to mention that part of the manor leads to the back mountain."
"What I want to say is that without the master's request, you cannot wander around the manor, and it's best not to leave Wayne Castle. All of Mr. He's servants must abide by this rule, including me."
"I'll take you to see Mr. He soon. Your job is to take care of Mr. He's food, clothing, and daily life. If the master has other requests, you must do your best to fulfill them."
"Wayne Castle will be locked after nine o'clock. I expect you to be back in your room before nine o'clock."
"Mr. He is a very good person. You don't have to worry too much about him deliberately making things difficult for you. He doesn't talk much, but if he wants to talk to you, I hope you can be kind and at least respond."
Paggie took Yitu into Wayne Castle, walked through the empty corridors, and climbed up the stairs. The castle was so huge that the footsteps of the two seemed so abrupt.
Fifteen minutes later, Paige brought him to the door of Mr. He's room.
"Remember to knock on the door." After giving the last instruction, Padget left with a stern face.
Yitu did not rush to knock on the door, but stood quietly outside the door for a while.
Will this be the last level? Yitu doesn't know the answer.
Since escaping the asylum as "Quentin", he has not found relief.
Instead, they keep entering the game and falling into various horrible dead loops.
In a sense, what Quentin's attending physician said was indeed verified.
And after that level, Yitu finally remembered who "Quentin" was.
Quentin is the fourth manager of the Gambler's Game, and it was Quentin who created the so-called Easter Egg Game.
What he experienced was most likely the same painful experience that Quentin had once suffered.
It's just that in the game, everything is exaggerated or horrific.
As the manager of the gambler's game, Quentin has to devote all his energy and efforts to the game.
He was obsessed with creating myths, fell into a completely non-existent world, and claimed to be the creator.
He's a god in the game, but in reality, he's just a deranged lunatic.
It is very likely that his parents were prestigious nobles in a certain country. In order to cure or eradicate their son's illness, they used drugs to block his meditation.
Yitu didn't know Quentin's final outcome, but there was no doubt that under such desperate circumstances, he still completed this magnificent project, which led to what all the players were suffering.
But Yitu didn't quite understand why Quentin incorporated his own story into the game, and even didn't change his name.
Rather than saying that he was remembering it in this way, Yitu felt that it was more like a disguised reminder.
Unfortunately, he knew too little information to really explain anything.
Yitu couldn't remember how many games this was, and he no longer had any expectations in his heart.
Hoping this would be the last one, hoping this would be the end.
Thinking of this, Yitu felt extremely anxious.
He couldn't feel the normal passage of time in the game, and also lost many of the instincts that a normal person should have.
His right foot had already stepped on the edge of the line called Madman and could not be withdrawn.
Yitu bit his fingers subconsciously. Whenever he couldn't control his emotions or felt tormented and painful, he would bite his fingers.
The most serious time was when he bit his fingers until they bled just to stay awake.
Although any damage to the body will be restored after the game is completed.
There was already a circle of fresh teeth marks on Yitu's white fingers as she knocked on the door.
"Come in." A hoarse and old voice sounded.
Yitu paused, turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.
The light in the room was very dim, and any expensive furniture was hidden from the light, looking so dull and boring.
He noticed the wool carpet under his feet. Not only the living room, but even the main hall was luxuriously covered with wool carpet.
Because of this, Yitu's footsteps were very light.
As he looked around and cautiously approached the study, the old voice sounded again.
"Did Pudge bring you here, the new caregiver?"
"Yes, my name is Yitu."
".....Chinese?"
"Yes."
"...Yitu, okay, I'll remember that."
"Mr. He, is there anything I need to do?" Yitu stood there, waiting for the host's instructions.
The old voice did not sound. After a while, the figure of the male owner appeared at the door of the study.
He was a man in his sixties who looked very old. He was sitting in a wheelchair. His once tall body had become thinner, leaving only a frail skeleton.
The man's eyebrows and eyes are still deep and his nose is high, but the years have mercilessly taken away his youthful appearance, leaving behind indelible age spots.
"As you can see, my legs are broken, and they've been broken for a long time."
"This manor is so big, but I can't even walk out of my bedroom door."
"Of course, I won't restrict your freedom... Your only task is to take care of me."
"It won't be too tiring. I just need you to read with me. I can't read those words anymore. I'm old and my energy doesn't allow me to do that..."
At this point, Mr. He waved to Yi Tu and said, "Come here."
Yitu pushed the wheelchair forward and entered Mr. He's study.
The space is not as big as imagined. There are only four rows of bookshelves in Mr. He's study.
Yitu took a look around and found that the books on the bookshelf covered a wide range of subjects, not just Chinese and English books.
He was a little worried that he would not be able to complete the task if the books Mr. He chose were somewhat difficult.
He was about to ask when the old man pushed his wheelchair to the mahogany table.
On the table was a thick cowhide book with a yellowed cover. The thread used to make it was very rough, as if it was made by humans.
Mr. He handed the book to Yi Tu. It was a very heavy book.
“You just have to read this one book. This is all I want to read.”
Yi Tu, who was standing there, seemed not to hear what he said. He was just shocked when he opened the book and saw the table of contents for the first time.
This is not a complete story, but a collection of unrelated stories.
But the protagonist of each story is a member of the playing cards.
For example, the first line of the directory reads, 2 of Hearts·Midnight Time.
Below the 2 of Hearts is the story of the 3 of Hearts, the White Asylum.
Next up are the 3 of Hearts: The Vanishing Neighbor, the 4 of Hearts: The Ogre...
Yitu's hands holding the book trembled slightly. He couldn't help but open the book, looking at the lines of tiny text, reading the extremely familiar plot.
These...are actually all the horror games he has experienced, or rather, the unknown part that he will continue to play next.
A chill slowly crept up his back, and Yitu had a hunch that he would die in this trial sooner or later.
Because this story collection is not complete, after turning the last game story he experienced, the remaining pages are blank.
Empty and soul-devouring, waiting for him to experience and fill it.
Perhaps Yitu was silent for too long, or perhaps the host noticed his pale face and kindly explained:
"You don't have to be scared, these stories are not true."
"I loved hearing horror stories when I was young, so my lover gave me this book for my 30th birthday."
"It's very old, and the original version is almost rotten. I had to find someone to re-transcribe it and bind it."
"The one you have in your hand is already the fifth edition."
Yitu recovered from the suffocating despair, and his brain absorbed the only information.
"Your lover?"
"Yes, my love." Mr. He paused for a moment, as if trying to recall, but his eyes were confused when he looked at Yi Tu.
Yitu knew that he had forgotten.
Mr. He suffers from Alzheimer's disease. He can no longer remember things from the past. Even the horror story collections he has read countless times will be forgotten after a period of time.
So he chose to keep listening and feeling, but still couldn't remember.
"He and I once had an agreement." Mr. He spoke slowly, as if to cover up something.
"But I can't remember it. I just remember that the agreed time was hidden in the story collection."
"Please read it for me, read it." Mr. He's voice was tinged with pain. "I really want to go see him."
Yitu nodded, and then couldn't help but ask:
"Sir, why are all the protagonists of this collection of stories playing cards?"
"Ah..." Mr. He thought for a while before speaking hesitantly:
"Because the gift I gave him was a deck of playing cards."
"That's the world of mine and his. In our world, every poker card is a person with a story."
"Although it sounds childish and ridiculous, it was a kind of spiritual sustenance at that time."
"He was my salvation, but....I seem to have lost him."
The author has something to say:
This old man and his lover are the first generation founders of the gambler game. The second generation transformed the story into a game, and then passed it down to the so-called managers.
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