Chapter 190 Dream Lion
At the critical moment, Qiao Yan dragged the two people to the back of the spiral staircase and retreated into the shadows.
Peter Pan flew out of the room and went straight to the first floor.
Qiao Yan cast a questioning look to the side.
Is this kid planning to go to their room?
Shi Yu walked out from behind the stairs, leaned against the wall and looked down.
The room closest to the stairs is Little Red Riding Hood's room.
Peter Pan didn't know if it was because he had already been there once, but he actually bypassed that room and stopped at the door of the nearest wizard's room.
Raise your hand and push the door.
Shi Yu turned his head to look at Shuying and slowly lip-synced.
go back.
The next second, Qiao Yan watched Luo Huaishen's figure in front of him disappear into the air like a drop of water falling into a lake.
Peter Pan walked into the wizard's room.
Shi Yu said, "You go back too."
Qiao Yan didn't expect that his idea of following Peter Pan would fail just as he started. However, he was not an unreasonable person. He knew that Peter Pan going to the player's room was probably a fixed procedure, and he would be the next one to come out of the wizard's room. No matter how unwilling he was, he had to go back and lie dead.
Fortunately, his innate weapon is to slide on the ground instead of running, so even though he is now missing a leg it does not affect his speed. After successfully returning to the room, he suddenly realized: Why is the other party alone now?
Shi Yu sent the two tails away and walked into Peter Pan's room.
Peter Pan must have been really anxious when he left, and he didn't even close the door.
There was no candle lit inside, the windows were closed, the sheets on the bed were still dishevelled, and the temperature had not yet subsided.
Shi Yu remembered Peter Pan’s whispered words, “You are all I have now,” and walked to the wooden table.
There were many things on the table, but the raw materials were all from the forest: feather pens, parchment scrolls, paper frogs, wooden horses, whip tops and all kinds of miscellaneous gadgets.
The parchment scroll was spread out, without a single word written on it.
Further ahead is a bookshelf with a lot of content, such as "One Hundred Ways to Cook Fish", "Flower Arrangement from Beginner to Master", "Wood Sculpture", "Three Primary Colors of Art"...
Shi Yu looked from left to right and scanned the title of the book on the spine, but at this moment, the sound of a door opening and closing was heard outside.
Peter Pan came out of the wizard's room and, as expected, went to the tin soldier's room next door.
This time, he probably just took a few glances and then came out. When he reached the door of Pinocchio's room, he didn't even go in. He just stood outside, took a few glances and left.
Of course, there was no need to go into Pinocchio's room. After all, compared to the previous two, the other person's face while lying on the bed was facing the door, which made it impossible to fake it.
Peter Pan was like a treasure hunter who had counted his treasures. The gloom and low pressure he had when he first left the room in a hurry gradually dissipated as he passed through room after room, and by the time he closed Pinocchio's door, he had completely stabilized.
When he passed by Little Red Riding Hood's room on his way back to the second floor, he pushed the door open, paused, and ran in quickly.
The balcony door was never closed, the windows were wide open, and the bed was empty.
Peter Pan stood in front of the bed and slowly clenched his fists.
With a "rustle", wind rushed in.
Peter Pan turned around suddenly, his eyes startled: "Little Red Riding Hood?"
Shi Yu went downstairs after the other person entered his room, and climbed over the balcony of the wizard's room next door. When he raised his eyes, his voice was just right with surprise: "Why are you here?"
Peter Pan walked up to him step by step, with the balcony door just inside and outside him. The rain soaked the tip of his shoes. "Where did you go just now?"
"On the balcony." Shi Yu replied, "The room is too hot, I'm going downstairs to get some fresh air."
It was summer outside, and the temperature was not low even at night. His clothes were wet, and his eyelashes were wet in clumps. He couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat, and he couldn't tell whether the heat in his words was true or false.
"Why are you going out?" Peter Pan slowly rose up and looked him straight in the eyes. "It's still raining outside."
“But there is wind.”
"You didn't leave the castle?"
Shi Yu asked back: "Why should I leave?"
Peter Pan was silent.
Shi Yu approached and asked, "Why are you here?"
Peter Pan followed and backed away until both of them were out of the rain's reach. He suddenly asked, "Do you like wine?"
Shi Yu was stunned: "Not bad."
"Would you please have a glass of wine with me?"
Shi Yu looked at him.
The man flew back to the stone table, picked up the bottle with a clumsy move that was too awkward for an adult, and poured it into the wooden cup to seven-tenths full. When he put it down, there was a light sound. He turned around with the wooden cup in his hand. His eyes were pure and innocent, and he pleaded cautiously, "Didn't you ask me why I came here? I'll tell you after you drink it."
Shi Yu untied his wet robe and sat on the edge of the bed. He raised his hand to take the wooden cup and drank it in front of the boy.
When I put the cup down, it was empty.
He asked, "Can you tell me now?"
The other party's voice was very low, aggrieved and panicked: "I had a nightmare."
Shi Yu didn't expect such an answer.
"So I came to see you." Peter Pan looked at him without dodging his gaze, "Otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep."
The other party asked in a soothing voice: "Why?"
Peter Pan flew to the cupboard.
There was a clothes hanger in the corner of the cupboard near the window, covered with a curtain. Shi Yu noticed this as soon as he entered the room.
It's not that he didn't think about uncovering it, but the curtain was locked at the bottom, and he couldn't find the key, so he didn't damage it.
After Peter Pan arrived, he seemed to be silent for a long time and did nothing. Then he flew back again: "Are you sleepy?"
Shi Yu sat on the edge of the bed and said nothing.
Peter Pan sat on the table, put his hand on his neck, gently stroking the warm skin with his fingertips, but his eyes were just level with his.
Shi Yu moved his lips: "Peter..."
Peter Pan suddenly exerted force, strangling the other's breathing: "When you ran away, did you ever think you would come back? Did you ever think there would be a moment like this, with me strangling your neck?"
Shi Yu was unable to break free from him, his hands were clasped on his wrists, but his throat was firmly held in his hands.
"Didn't you all promise to stay with me? Didn't you agree to live in the forest forever? Did you ever think of me when you broke the contract? Did you know that I couldn't sleep all night when I was alone in the castle?"
Veins bulged on the back of his hand from the force he put in. "It's been less than three years since we carved the words together under the southern oak tree. Have you forgotten it?!"
A drop of rain fell along the hair on his cheek and rolled into the other's fingers.
Peter Pan suddenly let go of his hand and said, "Can you call my name again?"
"...Peter Pan."
The other person's hand went up from his neck and covered his eyes. He felt his eyelashes trembling slightly under his palm and said very softly, "Just this once, don't leave. I will be angry."
Peter Pan said, "It's late. You should go to bed."
The long eyelashes under the palm drooped.
[I gasped in fear]
[This tune is so damn yandere]
【From what Peter Pan said, it seems that Little Red Riding Hood let Peter Pan down first? 】
[Did Little Red Riding Hood and Peter Pan develop some magical relationship secretly? ! ]
[The above is not the case. Don't forget that Peter Pan did this not only to Little Red Riding Hood, but also to everyone in the castle. Being drugged is a common treatment for all players.]
[But I remember that Peter Pan in the fairy tale I read was not this character. What's going on? Am I reading a fake fairy tale book? ? ]
The rain is getting heavier.
It was after Peter Pan left that Qiao Yan came out of the balcony again.
Although having only one leg did not affect his running speed, it was still more difficult for him to move around obstacles such as stairs or balcony railings than for normal people. I don't know if it was a coincidence or Peter Pan's design, but among the four rooms side by side, only his room's balcony had no railings, which saved him the effort of climbing over the railings.
He came over almost at the same time as Shuying, and saw someone sitting at the table when he entered the door: "You didn't come here to learn a craft, did you?"
Shi Yu turned the book cover at an angle and pushed it in front of the two people: "The True Story of a Lion's Life".
Qiao Yan lowered her head and saw the cursive words "eating habits" on the page the other person had opened: "What's the problem?"
Shi Yu put it simply: "This is the only book in the cupboard that has anything to do with animals."
It just so happens that the one that is related is the lion, not the big bad wolf.
It’s hard to explain why, but Qiao Yan thought of the lion summoned by the steps on Penrose’s stairs.
Shi Yu stood up with the help of the table and walked out to the balcony.
"You want to go out?"
"I want to see the body." Shi Yu put on his hat. "I couldn't find it on the way to the castle, so I need you to lead the way this time."
Qiao Yan closed the book and said, "Since you didn't find it all the way here, what if there is no body in this dream at all?"
"Before entering the castle, I thought there might not be, but after entering the castle, I think there will be." Shi Yu pushed open the door, "Dreamers need anchor points."
Qiao Yan glanced at the heavy rain outside and said, "I didn't know you believed in Inception."
"It's not a totem," Shi Yu said, "it's the product of a person's real memory after being blurred and transformed by dreams. But no matter how dreams are transformed, there will always be loopholes, just like ordinary people may suddenly realize in a dream that the world they live in is fake and they are dreaming."
Qiao Yan turned his head and said, "You actually always thought that the dreamer was Peter Pan."
"Players will die, and there is no pattern to their deaths. If this dungeon world was created by one of the players, then the player who rolled the dice in the first round could cause the dream to dissipate. Animals are never individual in the forest, and there is never more than one of the same animal. Unless their dreams can merge with each other, it makes no sense that they would all be treated the same in the dream of the first level of the Penrose staircase."
Shi Yu said: "Peter Pan died in reality, but I don't think the dreamer would forget it completely, so that there would be no trace of him in the dream."
Qiao Yan: "I remember that I didn't confirm that the dead person was Peter Pan. Apart from the clothes, the face of the corpse couldn't be recognized at all."
"But I think so," Shi Yu said, "so I want to go and see the body."
Twenty minutes later.
The three people who climbed out of the castle stood by the river. The water surface was bumpy due to the rain.
What was still left in the bushes was not a corpse at all, but just a pile of minced meat infested with worms.
But I don't know whether the dreamer was emphasizing it subconsciously or simply reproducing it as it is. The neck of the skull that fell at the top still had some flesh that had not been eaten clean attached to it, and the broken hole was deep.
Before, in that forest, Qiao Yan and Shu Ying had never checked this place at all. One reason was that they were in a hurry to go back at that time, and the other was that the size of the players was too small at that time. Faced with the "mountain of corpses" that was magnified dozens of times, they were powerless even if they really wanted to see it.
But now that they really saw it, all three parties were silent.
Qiao Yan once again recalled what the other party had asked him when he stood in the broken light and shadow: "Insect swarm, wasp, hawk, venomous snake, bison, lion, which animal bite mark do you think is more similar to the scars on the body of the deceased?"
He couldn't answer it then.
But now he could probably answer it.
"It's not the gnawing of insects, nor the sting of bees, nor the claws of hawks, nor the teeth of bison that are grown for eating grass, that can make such a hole."
Shi Yu looked at him.
Qiao Yan said: "Unless the venomous snake is big enough to swallow a person's head whole in one bite, the tooth marks left on the neck should not be horizontal, only the lion's."
But they had just found the book "The True Life of a Lion" in the cupboard of Little Red Riding Hood's room.
No one present was a novice, and this little clue was enough to piece together a complete and very magical story: Little Red Riding Hood specially learned the habits and hobbies of the lion and guided the lion to kill Peter Pan.
Qiao Yan looked up at the person involved.
The party involved did not speak.
Qiao Yan called him and asked a serious question: "How does it feel to be the murderer who killed the reserve boss of the dungeon?"
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