Chapter 248
Padge's answer inevitably reminded Yitu of the black box he got from the Death Code card field.
These words were engraved on the dusty lid of the box.
The story begins in the spring of 1974.
But Mr. He's lover died in the summer of 1975.
Yi Tu and Xiang Mingjue had speculated about the origins of the Gambler's Game. Fuzzy data showed that the Gambler's Game was most likely invented in 1975.
He was a little hesitant, always feeling that things were not that simple, but also not that complicated.
After Paji served Mr. He his meal, she took the plate and left without even looking at Yi Tu.
Yitu knew what he was going to do next. He pushed Mr. He to the study, sat down and picked up the story collection again.
When he finished reading the second story, Mr. He reminded him that he wanted to take a rest.
Yitu pushed the wheelchair again and carried the old man back to bed.
The room became quiet again until it was almost dark, when Mr. He woke up and called Yi Tu's name from inside the door.
Yitu picked him up and placed him on a wheelchair, then carefully wiped the sweat off the old man's face with a wet handkerchief, just like a real caregiver.
"Do you know the time I agreed with him?" Mr. He suddenly asked.
Yitu was stunned for a moment, looking at the old man's drooping eyelids, thinking about how to answer.
"Sir, I don't think I can give you an answer right now."
Mr. He forced a smile and said, "As you can see, I'm running out of time, and you..."
"There's only one chance."
Yi Tu's hand holding the wet handkerchief gradually became cold. He said nothing more, and Mr. He went straight back to his room.
Yitu stayed in the study, still staring blankly at the book.
The story begins in the spring of 1974. Does it mean that Mr. He and his lover met in 1974?
After they separated, one of them died in the summer of 1975.
It is very likely that Mr. He was not the first to learn of his lover's death, so in 1977, Mr. He fell ill and was detained in this manor by his parents.
If this collection of horror stories was the inspiration for The Gambler's Game, it's quite possible that it was produced in 1975.
Although the time was a bit rushed.
Yitu thought about it for a while in the study, but couldn't figure it out, so he went back to his room.
He wanted to stay awake as much as possible, but in fact he couldn't last until 11 o'clock. The sleepiness was like a mountain pressing down on him, making his consciousness even more confused.
Not long after Yitu fell asleep, his door was opened again.
The old man and the wheelchair appeared at the door and moved slowly to Yitu's bedside.
He looked at his caregiver's sweaty face, furrowed brow, and nightmare-like expression.
He just watched quietly without making any sound.
After a while, a very tall and thin man appeared at the door, his face covered by shadows.
He called Mr. He "Uncle", but the old man moved his fingers clasped in his legs but did not respond.
The young man thought about it and did not come in again. Instead, he spoke in a very gentle tone:
"Uncle, we are almost there."
"Are you happy? Then you can truly escape death..."
"I won't be alone anymore."
The young man spoke the following sentence vaguely and in a low voice.
Mr. He did not react to his nephew's words. He just stared at Yi Tu on the bed and asked:
"Will he die too?"
The young man tilted his head and said uncertainly:
"Perhaps."
"But these are not important. As long as you can continue to live, it doesn't matter if a few more people die."
Mr. He still didn't respond, as if he didn't understand what the young man was saying.
He was just confused about it. He always wondered why his caregivers died one after another.
Although they both look young, they experience similar nightmares after falling asleep at night.
The ignored young man felt a little discouraged. He sighed slightly, muttered "What a shame, uncle", and turned away.
Yitu was tortured to death by the horrifying scenes in his dream. He used up his last bit of strength and finally escaped from the story collection.
The moment he woke up, he sat up suddenly and gasped.
Then, he looked into a pair of dimly lit eyes in the darkness.
Yitu's heart was shocked and his whole body froze.
Mr. He, who suddenly appeared in his room, didn't even give an explanation. He just looked at him calmly, then pushed his wheelchair out of the room.
As if nothing had happened.
Yi Tu sat on the bed for a while before he realized something: Mr. He was a disabled person, and it was impossible for him to move from the bed to the wheelchair by himself.
In other words, in this space, besides him and Mr. He, there should be a third person.
Yitu got out of bed and looked for Mr. He in the dark room, but to no avail.
But at the door of the room, he caught a glimpse of a speck of scarlet, and a tall figure that extinguished the scarlet.
The man left without Yitu even seeing his face.
Just as countless possible thoughts popped up in Yitu's mind, Mr. He's voice suddenly sounded behind him:
"He's my nephew."
"Nephew?" Yitu frowned. Isn't he the so-called resurrected lover?
"Well, he comes to visit me sometimes."
Yitu didn't quite understand, "But sir, it's three in the morning...?"
Who would come to visit uncle at this time?
Mr. He nodded and said, "Well, Ayi is an illegitimate child, so maybe his status is not convenient for him."
"Is that so?" Yitu's voice was uncertain.
Mr. He had no intention of saying anything more, so Yitu pushed him back to his room in a wheelchair.
The next morning, Yitu woke up very early. Before Paggi came to bring him breakfast, he was already reading the story collection.
Mr. He called him, and Yitu put down the book and helped the old man put on his clothes.
"Have you found the answer?" Mr. He raised his arm with great effort and asked with his eyes lowered:
"That book... I've looked through it so many times, and I can't find it. They seem like they're just regular horror stories."
Yitu responded, "Yes, but sir, you said the answer is in the book."
"Yes, the answer must be in the book. Xiaoyi will not lie to me."
Yitu paused for a moment, his intuition telling him that these were not the same person, even though their names were pronounced the same.
"Your lover Xiaoyi really didn't lie to you." Yi Tu suddenly put away his hand and stood up.
Mr. He was stunned for a moment and looked at him in confusion.
Yitu ignored him and ran to the study to get the story collection, holding it in his hand.
"There's no agreed time between you and Xiaoyi in this book. It exists only to prove that Xiaoyi did appear in your life."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Mr. He's face became very gloomy, and it was unclear whether it was because of the first half of the sentence or the second half.
Yitu is fearless:
"This book was created in the spring of 1974. The day you received the book, or perhaps soon after, you and Xiaoyi were forced to separate."
"You may have actually agreed to meet again, but no one is sure when."
"You were then deported back to China, and just one year later, your beloved Xiaoyi died in 1975."
Yitu's speech became faster and faster, and Mr. He gripped the wheelchair handles harder and harder, as if he was about to stand up in the next second.
"You didn't know it at the time. It wasn't until 1977 that you learned the truth. Afterwards, you went mad and were locked up in this manor."
The old man's eyes were completely red with anger because of his words, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.
Yitu was able to continue, "The so-called agreed time you are looking for is actually the time when this book was created."
"This collection of stories was born in 1974 by Xiaoyi."
"In 1974, Xiaoyi was still alive. You might be with him, or you might not be."
"But what does it matter? If you could go back to 1974, you could do whatever you wanted."
Hearing this, Mr. He laughed, "How could I possibly go back to 1974?"
Yitu was stunned for a moment, and his expression suddenly became a little complicated.
"Yeah, no one can turn back time."
"So you dream of creating a brand new world that can accept life and death and transcend time, just like the card man in that story collection, with endless death and endless cycles."
"This collection of stories is your source of inspiration and the foundation for you to create a new world, but you have forgotten when it was created."
"Because everything that happens in the new world happens after the story collection is created, time is your axis, and the game world cannot exist against it."
Yitu thought for a moment and said:
"I was wrong at first. The story begins in the spring of 1974, not the story of you and Xiaoyi."
Rather, it is the beginning of this collection of stories.
Mr. He remained silent. He had forgotten something, but was also obsessively looking for something else.
Now that Yitu told him, he could remember some vague things.
"You know, some people are born rebellious and carry the genes of a brutal madman in their bodies."
"I am like this, and so is Ayi."
Mr. He looked up, squinted his eyes, and stared calmly into the darkness.
In fact, looking back on his life, he had always been able to get whatever he wanted before he was 24 years old.
His mother was the only child of a prominent family, and his father was the son of a wealthy Chinese businessman.
The combination of the two gave birth to He Tianli, a selfish and arrogant person.
If He Tianli had not had a car accident at the age of 24, he would not have fallen into complete darkness.
After the age of twenty-four, he became a laughing stock in that circle. Although the sick tiger still had some power, its bite did not hurt anymore.
What's more, at that time, He Tianli's parents were already preparing for pregnancy in order to have a healthy heir.
It sounds like a joke. All the love he had received for so many years was ruthlessly lost along with his disabled body.
After He Tianli's younger brother, who was 26 years younger than him, was born, he found it increasingly difficult to stay in this family.
Especially when I saw the weak, crying baby, the utter madness reached its peak.
It’s not that he hadn’t tried to kill someone, but unfortunately he was discovered by the maid who was taking care of the baby.
After that, He Tianli never saw his cute little brother again.
He was even sent to a sanatorium by his parents to treat the blood and violence in his mind.
The doctor said he was sick and his mind was severely damaged, but he also told him that it was just a mental trauma that could be repaired.
As long as he can feel and is willing to actively accept love.
Unfortunately, He Tianli was unwilling.
He isolated himself from the rest of the world, with only death documentaries and some dead animals he found somewhere to keep him company.
He Tianli's personal freedom was indeed restricted, but his parents still gave him a lot of money, enough to meet any of his requests.
He could even use money to buy a real living person and kill and dig up the same thing.
When he actually did this, unfortunately, his parents came to visit him and discovered this horrible thing.
At that time, his knife had just cut the black woman's belly, and had not even completely cut through the fat layer.
He even gave her expensive anesthesia, fearing that she would wake up and scream and ruin the fun.
He Tianli couldn't understand why he had memorized something to such an extent.
He was then thrown back to his hometown, a backward province in China, by his angry father.
His grandfather also heard about the ridiculous things he had done, and found some people who were not happy with him and threw him to a remote mountain near his hometown.
It was at that time that he met his only salvation.
The author has something to say:
Do you know why Xiaoyi wrote a collection of horror stories? Because the people he likes are just that kind of people, there’s nothing he can do about it (spreading his hands.jpg)
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