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It took me less than half a minute to rush out of the ward and run to the end of the corridor.
But then, with the sound of the door slamming open, I suddenly stood at the entrance of the corridor. Instead of going down, I was in great confusion and astonishment.
I never left that ward, thinking that I was probably in a special ward on a certain floor of the inpatient department, so the surroundings were very quiet.
But at this moment, I stood at the stairs and looked down to see a cliff. The dark hole below and the neat cross-section of the fault formed a scene that I could not understand.
The fake Xu You stood at the door of the room in the distance, looking at me gloomily, with no intention of rushing over.
A layer of cold sweat slowly seeped out of my forehead.
I must say that at this moment, the floor of the corridor under my feet was covered with a thick blanket, and there were similar felt blankets hanging on the walls on both sides.
During the time when I was recuperating, sometimes the fake Xu You would open the door to visit me. I accidentally saw these things that seemed to be used for sound insulation. I didn't suspect anything, but I was a little puzzled by this extravagant and almost childish style.
But the psychopaths in the Zhang family can buy houses and buildings, helicopters and small towns for no reason, so it seems normal for them to be a little extravagant.
Until this moment, I shivered unconsciously in the somewhat cool corridor.
The fake Xu You had a gloomy face, holding a rolled-up human skin and a raincoat in his left and right hands respectively, and whispered, "Advisor, there is a bathroom in the ward, where are you going?"
After leaving the heavy dust on the thick raincoat, I felt that the surroundings seemed to be filled with some kind of mellow sandalwood scent, mixed with some indescribable sour thorns, which made me feel a little nauseous.
As I confronted the fake Xu You from a distance, I suddenly felt an indescribable chill in my heart. I thought, that can't be the case. Is he sure that I have nowhere to escape?
Looking from front to back, the ends of both sides of the corridor are broken, with only a long and abrupt section in the middle.
Standing at the entrance of the corridor at this moment, looking down, it was bottomless and there was not even a sound of wind.
Looking further upwards, high above the concrete fault, there was actually a patch of unknown vines similar to ivy, green and tender, weaving a huge grid above.
The emptiness and the light that came from nowhere, combined with the cold incandescent lights in the corridor, made me suddenly feel extremely uncomfortable.
"You probably don't know how difficult it is to get water and electricity here." Fake Xu You said dimly, and sighed, "Taizi is obviously alive. Consultant, why did you lie to me? Haven't I done enough?"
Damn, my scalp is buzzing. This lunatic is talking nonsense again.
But at this point I didn't dare to move or argue, I just estimated the distance between us and started looking around, trying to find a suitable empty room to hide in. If I could lock the door in time, maybe I could find a window that I could open and climb out.
No, think calmly: if there are cliffs at both ends of this corridor, then there must be a secret door hidden under a tapestry on both sides of these walls, so that the fake Xu You can enter the corridor from a certain passage. This place cannot be completely closed.
In terms of force, it is difficult for me to confront him head-on, so I need to wait for an opportunity to deal with him again.
But the only thing I can be thankful for is that, at least through Taizi's comparison, I have confirmed one thing: this madman who could be identified by me is indeed a living person.
Without the definition of "human", even a complete human skin would be misinterpreted by me as something else.
I was conscious and I was fighting for my life against a living human being.
I don't know why, but a strange feeling still surged through my body.
Strangely, for a brief moment, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind: Is this fake Xu You really crazy? Is he also sober?
Once this nonsense came into my mind, it would not go away.
The fake Xu You stood there, still looking at me sinisterly. Suddenly, he whispered, "Advisor, we have dealt with each other many times before, did you know that?" That light tone was not something a human could say, as if he was accusing me, "Can you really not recognize who I am?"
Should I know his identity?
I squinted my eyes, wiped the sweat that dripped onto my eyelids, and once again wavered in my judgment.
The person opposite me looked at me quietly. After observing me at this time, I found that his posture was very unnatural.
But, but, my mind was tied up in a knot here. This kind of deformed and unnatural thing looked particularly weird and vicious at this moment. How could it be a living person?
A series of contradictory thoughts flashed through my mind, and I kept asking myself:
Why would a living person be like this? Is my standard for reading people really accurate? Is there something wrong with me besides face blindness? Why have I always turned a blind eye to this weird deformity?
"Master."
The fake Xu You added: "What you said just now was wrong. Taizi is still alive, and you should stop being stubborn. You will make Taizi very sad if you keep talking nonsense like this." His tone was like that of a stubborn child, as if he was determined to get an answer that he approved of on this issue.
I looked at him. His voice, which he had revived, sounded strange, and even his crazy talk, which I had expected, seemed a little different.
I was suddenly surprised:
Is he, like me, trying hard to prove that he is not crazy?
Are we both right?
But Taizi, that thin layer of human skin, has never been recognized by me as a human. The clear gap between "human" and "non-human" lies here, and this point cannot be explained or circumvented.
At the same time, a vague inspiration came to my lips, and I subconsciously said:
"Why did you have to pretend to be Xu You to lie to me?"
Before he could finish his words, my heart suddenly skipped a beat, and I felt a chill all over my body as he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at me.
It seems... he has never called himself Xu You?
I just thought so, and he tacitly agreed to mislead me through the title, and there was no flaw in the process.
So why did I mistake him for Xu You so easily?
I feel that this answer is very important, as it seems to be closely related to his inhumanly deformed body shape and the definition of his human identity.
Once I unravel this, maybe I can understand what's going on.
I took a deep breath and thought about it any further. I would get sick even if I wasn’t sick.
The fake Xu You seemed very disappointed with my silence and resistance. He lowered his head silently and rolled up the human skin in his hands again, organizing it meticulously with almost obsessive compulsive disorder.
It was at this moment that I suddenly realized something familiar from his actions, and cold sweat broke out on me.
Damn, apart from tacitly claiming Xu You's identity, the person in front of me really didn't seem to lie.
Taizai is indeed still alive.
Not only that, Taizi once "talked" to me and said that he was the one who helped me complete the resume of the young master of the Zhang family and the one who copied out the black notebook about the knowledge of traps for me. These two sentences are also true.
Even the person in front of me said that he had dealt with me several times and met me, and it was true.
"——When I was in the motorcade, something once looked at me from the window."
I said, with goose bumps all over my body. "The skinned ones—all the mud-haunted ones—were in my grocery store at the time, suppressed by the moonlight and inspired. But one of them, for some reason, was affected and just ran away while hanging outside the window."
It was a long, vicious face that looked extremely cunning, with the same red, naked appearance and bent limbs.
I naturally thought that it was also a mud monster with its skin peeled off. I even thought it was the source of the mutation.
At this moment, I looked up and down carefully again, looking at the fake Xu You who was carefully handling the human skin as if he were folding clothes, and looking at his grotesque body shape.
An answer that made my hair stand on end appeared:
Unlike other monsters in the mud, the evil-looking long-faced man was not attracted by the pit, just because of a very simple fact:
It was a person, a living person, a living person whose skin had been shed off.
The skinned man who had once hung on the car window with his limbs bent backwards, staring at me with hatred, was now very close to me, rolling up his skin and looking at me.
Look at the outline, look at the body shape and posture, and look at the pattern of movement. These are the three criteria I use to judge people.
Therefore, the reason why this person was able to successfully disguise himself as Xu You was not because he looked like Xu You, but because after Xu You was polluted and deformed, his body shape underwent a huge and special change, infinitely close to the mud monster.
So when I saw the man in front of me with his limbs bent and his exposed skin red, I mistook him for Xu You because his features were almost identical to those of the Ni Zhong Su.
All his strange and eccentric behaviors were therefore naturally tolerated and ignored.
He didn't say anything crazy, Taizi is alive.
Taizai is what he calls himself.
He pinched his voice and recounted like a child all the things the actor had done for me. There was nothing wrong with his logic, it was all true.
I was probably a little dazed, so I pointed at the human skin and asked him, "Didn't you say that you had been looking for him, but he was crushed to death by the second collapse?"
The fake Xu You looked at me, as if he was surprised: "Yes."
"--what do you call him? Have you ever spoken of him without referring to him by name?" I said, feeling my breath hitch.
Taizi was stunned and smiled stiffly: "This. This is a piece of human skin, a piece of clothing." He held my old raincoat in his hands and wondered, "Advisor, aren't you and those guys wearing clothes?"
"It's just that your clothes are so well made."
He pointed to two similarly folded pieces in his hand and said, “But I don’t understand why the intercom keeps ringing inside my clothes?
After I put the walkie-talkie in my clothes, it kept trying to contact me without talking. It was so weird and scary.
If my clothes aren’t well maintained and they keep making noises, I won’t be able to wear them again.”
I might be crazy, but I understood his logic again.
In the midst of the deep cold, I actually thought about it and asked him again: "Where did this dress come from? Why do you have to wear this dress?"
"To get out." Taizi looked at me in surprise, stretched out his hand to grab a piece of blanket by the wall, and pulled it down hard. "To get out of the wall."
The thick felt blanket fell to the ground, and behind it was a solid rock formation.
He pulled off the blanket piece by piece, very politely and carefully. There was only rock underneath, and there was no passage or door to leave or enter.
Here, there is only a row of empty rooms and bottomless cliffs on both sides.
Taizi seemed to not understand my stupidity and patiently repeated:
"Didn't I just tell you that my clothes kept contacting me, asking me to hurry over, but when I got there they had already been smashed to pieces and buried in the ruins of the small building. I finally dug them out, but they were already rotten and I couldn't put them on. Only this intercom kept contacting me, it was really terrifying."
I heard him talking about fear, with the skin still rolled up in his hand, and a thousand curse words rushed through my mind. Damn, what does that mean? This lunatic treated a living person as clothes, and he had the nerve to say that the skin he peeled off was scary.
"Then where is this damn place?"
Taiwanese answered almost every question, and some looked at me in condemnation:
"This is the Snow Mountain Underground Palace, Advisor.
You have no idea how hard it was for me to find a place where I could hide you and never be found."
Taizi said softly, "So, what are those black spots on my clothes? Can you help remove them? We can't get out without clothes."
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