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Zhang Tianyi and I arrived at the hospital entrance, found a place where we could get some sun, and squatted there with our sleeves tucked in to chat.
The guys who were rummaging through the equipment occasionally passed by us and kept stealing glances at me with a look that said "the advisor has gone crazy again", as if they were ready to call a few big guys to rush over and subdue me and give me an injection at any time.
Because I had a feeling that our chat would not be too short, I reached out and grabbed a waiter, asking him to take time out of his busy schedule to bring back two bags of spiced soybeans for me.
The soybeans were really good. The texture was soft and chewy after being stir-fried with licorice powder and marinade. I quickly poured a handful of them into my mouth, and then hypocritically pinched one for Dongzai to smell.
The little fat cat was very easy to fool. He immediately started chewing the air happily, but from time to time he was confused as to why he didn't seem to chew anything. But facing my sincere and doting eyes, Dongzi obviously didn't doubt me at all. Instead, he pinched his throat and gave me a clip sound to show his praise.
I used the same trick again and took out another one and kindly handed it to my respected brother.
Unfortunately, people are not as good as cats. That guy just looked at me unhappily without saying anything, which was very rude. The warm trust between family members seemed to be gone.
In this rather impersonal interaction, the busiest guy walked past me at least six times, as if the soles of his feet were equipped with wheels.
However, seeing that I was not making any trouble and was just eating beans rather miserably, the others felt a little relieved and started preparing for the next journey with sweats all over their foreheads.
I have to say, whenever everyone is busy like this, I find myself strangely free.
Here is what you guys are busy with:
In order to clarify the confusing past twelve years ago, and also to understand what the "wall" that Taiwanese people are obsessed with is, I propose that at least three teams should cooperate in the action.
Three teams, one team went to visit the abandoned hospital in the town and looked through the old files of the hospital (the data of the nurses found before came from the electronic files jointly kept by the hospital and the talent market, which were relatively simple and lacked some useful information);
A team of advancers rushed to Shilin to serve as a vanguard for us;
The last team is more troublesome. They need to look through the original attendance records of the Zhang family, especially to screen those guys who have died in previous ghost stories.
This is to confirm whether the Prophet's hunting behavior is just an isolated case, and to count the time period when the Prophet is most active and summarize the rules. There are so many files accumulated over the years that I may not see results in a short time if I dive into it.
If circumstances permit, I plan to go with the team to both Shilin and the abandoned hospital.
As for the records related to the travel agency, they were in Gao Liu's possession and had been placed on the ground at my feet along with the spiced fried soybeans I ordered.
Originally, I still had some conservative concerns about the staff secondment, and just planned to ask my omnipotent housekeeper Yan Mo whether he could squeeze out two more workers from his family's funds to help out.
Gao Liu looked at me calmly and asked, "Advisor, what did you say?"
I had no choice but to repeat it, thinking that this was too much of a hassle, and that this idea was too presumptuous. I was a little embarrassed: "How many people can Old Yan lend me?"
Gao Liu nodded and replied calmly: "Then you should ask, consultant, how many people in our Zhang family are still able to breathe." After saying that, he left without a trace of worldly airs, leaving me stunned behind.
She wasn't joking, but a moment later, Yan Mo passed by and asked me if I had any special instructions for the people who were arranged to go to Shilin.
I didn't realize the seriousness of the situation yet, so I thought about it and said, "Don't touch the ground for now, just observe from a distance."
Yan Mo nodded slightly and made two notes: "Zhang Jia, the consultant approved it! You've been talking about helicopters for eight lifetimes!"
In the distance, there was a scream of disbelief, followed by ecstasy, and my loyal and steady captain ran past me with a crazy laugh, looking like a madman. Then a group of guys shouted in frustration and jealousy, staring at me with green eyes.
I was still shocked by Lao Yan's nonchalant tone, but when I saw this, I was afraid that one of them would excitedly rush up to me and kiss me, so I quickly shrank back into the corner.
Only when the broker's wife came over and stood still to calm these idiots did the situation avoid getting out of control.
I finally realized that I was involved in the past. The Zhang family didn't want me to be involved in too many strange stories, so many things would not be revealed in front of me. But now, things have come to this point, and there is no need to be polite anymore. If I go out and say that I am not a member of the Zhang family, I am afraid that even my own parents will not believe it.
Since we had all the necessary manpower, I was free to come up with bad ideas, and the three teams were quickly assembled. But the logistics work was a bit hectic, and it was said that it would take three to five days to prepare the basic arrangements.
I knew nothing about logistics, and suddenly found myself with nothing to do for the past three to five days. It seemed that I could only hug the cat and eat and drink for free.
Since God has given me a break, I have shamelessly decided to take a good time.
However, before that, of course, I still have to let that damn Zhang Tianyi explain everything to me.
After he said in a very serious tone that Nian Ziqing was the survivor who escaped, this guy actually acted as if he had made himself clear and was about to run away as a matter of course.
I'm used to his behavior of running around without a care in the world, so I asked in surprise, "Where are you going to go now? Who are you going to harm? Are you coming back to eat Zhang's rice? Why don't you eat lunch before you leave?"
Zhang Tian thought about it and seemed to think that what I said made sense, so he sat down again and said that he would stay for another half a day. Anyway, I, a fake, have become the feudal cancer of the Zhang family, so it is not a big deal to bring him one more person to pack lunch.
I was furious and asked him to check his conscience and reorganize his words.
"The organization of fake people is called Hide and Seek."
He suddenly said, jumping back to the harshness of the subject, casually as if jokingly, "I have always been a member of hide-and-seek. But to get by in it, it requires a lot of lies and energy, and also some luck."
“Give them the lies and illusions they need, and sometimes even willingly accept the deception and provide unimaginable information.
So if you have any questions, you can ask me now. I have reserved half a day for us before I go back, which should be enough. ”
The next sentence I was about to say got stuck in my throat. Looking at him, an uncontrollable sense of uneasiness welled up in my chest.
This damned thing, he said this, he really wants to leave. What is this, a farewell?
I thought he had told me everything about Ping Ping without reservation, because he wanted to fight side by side with me. After all, he had just welcomed me to the new world, so there was no reason for him to just walk away.
But now it seems more like he is about to die, so he just tells me some of his final arrangements.
It didn't make sense. I was extremely frustrated and felt more angry than ever before.
All the logic started to fight in my mind, trying to make sense of this inexplicable turn.
But soon, putting aside my bad guesses, I found that the matter seemed to be very simple and straightforward. Because his face looked very bad, and at the same time, there was a faint fishy sweetness spreading over him.
He is injured.
No, to be precise, his injury never healed.
Xu You once said that before Zhang Tianyi broke into the underground palace in the snowy mountains alone, he was seriously injured and almost died.
But in the subsequent contacts, Zhang Tianyi's behavior remained normal and remained very stable. In particular, he led me back to the surface and had the energy to return to the underground to save people. All these performances made me quickly lose my worries.
"Nian Ziqing asked me for help. That's what I said."
Zhang Tianyi smiled and said slowly:
"I didn't intend to pay attention to him at first, because my condition was very unstable at that time, and I was almost exposed in front of the fake people. I really didn't have the energy to care about anything else."
This made me realize that this topic had to be brought up and I could no longer avoid it.
Therefore, at this moment I actually understood what the second half of his sentence was.
"As a reward, Nian Ziqing... he gave you some comb jellyfish or banyan trees to parasitize you and paid for your health, right? He can even temporarily package you as a 'prophet' through the information dissemination of the comb jellyfish so that you can continue to lurk in the maze."
I said, shivering all over, "So as long as Young was alive, your health could be maintained at a certain level. But now that he is dead, the payment of the price has stopped."
I was dizzy, the fragmented information was reassembled from an angle I had never imagined, turning into a confusing truth.
"Yes, this is the exchange." Zhang Tianyi answered, and he said softly, "When he realized that the Zhang family he hated was his only lifeline, and that the only people he trusted and relied on were a group of living monsters in human skin, he could only turn to me, the only living person left, for help."
The only way to escape from fake people is to escape deeply into weird stories.
The valley is not safe enough. In Nian Ziqing's fragile mind, the only safe nest he can trust is the Foghao Town guarded by the Zhang family, or the Mouse Palace in the snow-capped mountains where the Nian family's "faith" is placed.
"It was seven years ago that I first met Nian Ziqing at a hide-and-seek party. But at that time, he and I had no connection.
It wasn't until seven years later when you arrived in the valley that I followed the caravan to this place. It was at that time that he accidentally discovered that I was a human like him and came to threaten me.
So, we reached a cooperation...or rather, we threatened each other and exchanged a promise.
I made a vow that Nian Ziqing would become the last priest of the Nian family, regain the watchful eyes and protection of the mouse, and achieve a complete new transformation. And he promised me to keep the secret for me. "
Zhang Tianyi's voice was filled with a bloody smell that was extremely unfamiliar to me. He said coldly, "Do you know how he was able to suddenly discover the abnormality of the fake man after years of blindness?"
A strong chill suddenly ran down my back.
There is probably only one reason why Zhang Tianyi asked me this, and that is that I have also seen the flaw and can directly infer the answer.
The only information that Nian Ziqing could obtain without being immediately confused and deprived of by the fake people was in the valley, under the power of the banyan tree and the comb jellyfish.
Is there such an important clue, and have I seen it?
A picture flashed and jumped into my mind, and because it was so perfect, it made my spine chill.
I remembered that there was indeed one. Moreover, it was not just me, but all of us had clearly seen it and were deeply impressed, but of course we did not realize the correct information hidden in it.
These are the human heads that are parasitized by the banyan trees.
I remember Zhang Jia and three other guys who were with me said this after they checked: some of the teeth seemed to be particularly severely infested. But one strange thing was that the teeth on those heads were very smooth, without any signs of wear and tear.
The original words were...the teeth of those human heads were so smooth and flat, as if they had never been used since they were born.
I felt uneasy at the time, but couldn't get an answer, so I asked Zhang Tianyi, but he changed the subject and shifted my attention to the invisible rainstorm.
Yes, Zhang Tianyi had no way to answer this question at that time.
Because human teeth are really used for chewing food, it is impossible to make them so spotless.
If I had had the wild idea to ask the guys to compare the teeth of all the heads, I would have found that only these few examples were out of place and unexplainable.
They were fake people who tried to sneak into the depths of the valley to get in touch with the core of the ghost story. But they were parasitic and contaminated by the ghost story, and the prophet in his sleep occasionally woke up for a moment and looked around.
At that time, we, the mature prey, were carried back to the stormy night eight years ago because of the comb jellyfish.
The prophet felt instinctively hungry, but was unable to break through the barrier of time created by the comb jellyfish, and fell into sleep again. But in the process, the prophet still noticed that his fur had become dirty due to the parasite.
So the fur was easily torn apart and discarded in the astonishment and despair, and the mutilated heads were mixed in with the victimized human sacrifices, making it difficult to distinguish between you and me.
At this time, the banyan tree did not show any disgust. It treated all things that could be defined as "human" equally and parasitized them in the same way.
But for the young man who came to check the sacrifice, the shock and surprise he felt for a moment when he found the face of a familiar companion among the victim's head was indescribable.
It was not until he suddenly discovered the inhuman features that Nian Ziqing, in his horror, recalled the striking white teeth of his companions.
So, he found Zhang Tianyi, threatened, bribed, negotiated, and showed him the victims.
But in his endless panic and resentment, he did not notice that Zhang Tianyi was silently looking at the victims' faces, and his eyes had completely changed.
Only in this matter, young people are more slow than the fake people.
The moment he saw those innocent victims, Zhang Tianyi's attitude towards him changed drastically.
"What?" Nian Ziqing was still asking. He no longer had any attachment to the valley and was determined to leave immediately.
The dark humor is that Nian Ziqing doesn't know that his survival means that he has never appeared in the prophet's diet and has never triggered the prophet's awakening. Therefore, he actually doesn't need to escape.
As a young family member, the pollution marks of the Snow Mountain Underground Palace on his body were too obvious, and he was almost completely hollowed out by the banyan tree, so that he was always hanging on the edge of the giant mouth of the moving rat, more like a bright and poisonous bait.
Even the prophet did not consider the hidden trap and tasteless nature of this meal.
Nian Ziqing was extremely surprised and puzzled when he found that Zhang Tianyi was still looking at the pile of heads.
Before Nian Ziqing left, Zhang Tianyi asked a strange question, asking Nian Ziqing whether he had any obsession with the Nian family and the Zhang family.
"Yes." Nian Ziqing answered casually, not taking it too seriously. "Apart from anything else, the Snow Mountain Underground Palace must belong to our Nian family. You probably don't know that the underground palace is a semi-finished product. In order to build the walls of the underground palace, our Nian family ancestors spent a lot of effort to find a suitable quarrying site."
“However, strangely enough, the underground palace mentioned in the records originally had a wall.
It is said that our Nian family ancestors discovered the wall by accident, and then based on it, they completed the sealing of the underground palace. But what is the use of a single wall?"
Nian Ziqing shook his head. He didn't care much about this meaningless and useless past.
But perhaps because he suddenly realized the existence of the fake person, he felt excited in addition to his fear, and regained his enthusiasm for the old almanac of the Nian family, which he was originally a little impatient with. Nian Ziqing rarely said anything more:
"Why are you still looking at those heads? They're not yours. No, we are extraordinary people destined to achieve great things, so even if a few blood relatives die, it doesn't matter."
Zhang Tianyi suddenly laughed when he heard this. "Is family not important?"
"What are you using it for? Love?" Nian Ziqing also laughed, "Love is useless."
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