Chapter 15 Jiang Taigong Fishing
Li Ziyue put the note into his trouser pocket, looked at the tightly closed door of the room beside him and the broken hole in the wall in front of him, and smiled slowly.
"I really caught it." He glanced at the locked door and rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips.
[What is the anchor saying? I don't understand. Isn't he the one who is at a disadvantage? Why is the anchor not nervous at all?]
[I don’t know. I’m so nervous right now. I just joined the anchor’s fan club. Will I be attending the anchor’s funeral tomorrow?]
【Pooh, pooh, pooh】
Li Ziyue placed the note in the palm of his hand, muttering to himself as he looked at the instructions on it.
"I thought I was the rabbit that escaped, but I didn't expect that I was the scapegoat."
He walked slowly through the rooms along the wall that he had broken open before. The dog on the wall turned into a solid entity after it broke away from the wall, and twisted its body to attack Li Ziyue. Li Ziyue held a scimitar in his hand, and chopped off each one he came at, and cut off each pair at a time. The scarlet blood soaked half of his body, and his fair face was stained with several circles of sticky and smelly dog blood.
He frowned in annoyance, wiped the blood off his face, and then heard the system sound.
[After the main quest is over, you still choose to stay in the main area. Now the main experience has been opened for you. I wish you a happy game~]
In order to ensure a certain degree of playability and the integrity of the main storyline, the main storyline experience will be automatically started if the player stays near the task for a long enough time after completing the main task.
The degree of danger of this main-line experience depends on the plot. Some main-line tasks are to analyze the reasons for a quarrel between two people. After the player enters the main-line experience, it is likely that he will play one of the characters and quarrel with the other person for a long time, and the person will be automatically released when the time is up.
There are also brutal main quests, such as murder tracking, where unlucky players will role-play the victim and experience the entire process of being brutally killed.
Because some plots are too bloody and violent, there are also cases where players complete the main quest but suffer a mental breakdown in the later plot experience because they cannot bear the stimulation.
Li Ziyue was not unaware of this. The correct thing to do was to leave immediately after completing the main task. The reason why he stayed at the original location and even took the initiative to enter the task room and lead Zhang Lian away was only because he was luring him.
The last infection triggered last night has shown that there is a fake person hidden among their group. However, judging from the current situation, it seems that no one can be bitten to death as a fake person. Everyone seems to be getting along well, but in fact they are testing each other.
As for why they suspected him, Li Ziyue himself knew it. He had never "died" to prove his identity. If he were Yu Yu, he would definitely suspect himself.
But what about Yang Hu?
He remembered the incoherent words Yang Hu said to him before the copy started.
If Yu Yu was testing him, Yang Hu basically insisted that he was a hidden fake.
[“You are still playing dumb even now.”]
Why?
There are generally two reasons for doubt. One is that he has not yet fully connected the currently known clues, and the other is that he has not yet collected all the clues.
However, there is another matter at the moment.
Without sufficient profit motivation, Li Ziyue rarely takes such risky actions.
One reason he deliberately stepped into the room was to test whether someone outside was behaving strangely.
In addition, the primary pseudo-human copy will end tonight, and the audience who remain in the live broadcast room will give rewards to the anchor. The last few hours are the golden time to attract the audience in the live broadcast room. Li Ziyue looked at the slow increase in the number of people in the live broadcast room with a calm face, as if he had no intention of deliberately attracting the audience.
Of course, the above reasons alone are not enough for Li Ziyue to take risks.
The note in his hand is the third reason.
Li Ziyue turned over the note that the system had given him earlier. There was a simple picture drawn on it with a pencil, which he couldn't understand yet: the content was very simple, with a large oval drawn below and a standard small circle drawn right above the oval.
It seems that we need to understand the main storyline more deeply to figure out what the picture behind this means.
At the same time, the system sound rang again.
[Main line experience open]
[Countdown 3]
[2]
[1]
[0]
The turbid air was filled with the pungent smell of tobacco and sour sweat. The sound of the van's engine roared in the ears, and the muddy tires rolled and bumped on the uneven ground.
His face was pressed against the cloth mixed with oil and other unknown black stains. He could feel the stuffiness accumulated in the back seat of the car for many years through the cloth. With every breath he took, the discomfort and nausea in his body increased. A stream of stuffy air came out of his nose. He frowned unconsciously and huddled in a corner, tied up.
I could vaguely hear some rough voices ahead.
They started by swearing in the local dialect, which he could not quite understand. Then they started laughing. The smell of cheap cigarettes became stronger and the car seats were kicked around.
He lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a crescent moon hanging over the treetops. The cold moonlight shone through the tattered glass window covered with spider webs, illuminating half of his face.
Li Ziyue supported his forehead with one hand, looking at his own outstretched little hand, and his short legs that couldn't reach the edge of the bed even after stretching them completely. He frowned slightly, still adapting to this small body.
As expected, in this plot experience, the role he played was "I", a trafficked child.
With every breath he took, he was choked by a strong smell of dust and couldn't help coughing a few times. With the dim moonlight, he could barely see that he was in a rural storage room.
There was no other sound around except the chirping of insects hidden in the weeds. Li Ziyue leaned against the hastily painted wall, holding in one hand half a piece of gray steamed bun that was so dry that it crumbled when touched, and chewed it without knowing the taste.
The other hand was tied tightly with a thick rope, and a red circle was rubbed at the wrist.
He lowered his eyes and looked twice, but did not attempt to untie the rope.
The coarse grains that made his throat sore cut through him. Out of survival instinct, he endured the discomfort and swallowed a few bites of steamed buns that were as hard as murder weapons. He found that his stomach was still empty, with sour water swirling arrogantly inside.
He swallowed for a long time but didn't feel full at all, from which we can infer two points.
1. The original plot of this copy is extremely difficult to operate. He basically cannot change any of the original plot and can only act according to the plot requirements.
Second, the child he played in the original plot should have endured hunger and did not eat the steamed buns. Either he was too scared, too stubborn, or he was a pampered young master who had no idea that the unidentified object on the dusty table was an edible steamed bun.
Li Ziyue put down the stone-like steamed bun and shrank back into the corner. The night outside was getting darker and a breeze brought a hint of warmth into the house. His eyelids were heavy and he was about to fall asleep, but he suddenly started before he became drowsy.
This is not the sharpness of the children in the original plot, but the alertness to other people's gazes that Li Ziyue has developed over a long period of time.
He quietly raised half of his body and moved his sight towards the window without leaving a trace. Amid the sounds of insects chirping and flowing water, there was also the sound of hurried footsteps running away.
The voice was gentle, either that of a woman or a child.
Also kidnapped?
He leaned his head to think for a few seconds, then went back to his work and closed his eyes.
The degree of freedom he has is too limited, and it is obviously meaningless to worry about who it is, as he cannot change anything.
He spent the past few days like this. No one came to pay attention to him, but occasionally a figure would flash at the door and bring some stale rice and pickled vegetables. Li Ziyue was not bothered by this at all. He had been in worse environments than this before. He didn't expect that this body would not listen to him.
He felt that he had never shed so many tears in his life.
He cried uncontrollably all day, rolled on the ground, refused to eat, and screamed for his mother...
What he got in return was a beating from the strange man.
They divided into several groups and took turns to catch him, insulting and mocking him at will, and sticks and fists rained down on his thin chest.
This body wanted to follow the plot and he couldn't stop it, but he had to bear all the pain alone.
As Li Ziyue touched his swollen and numb cheek, it seemed as if that piece of flesh no longer belonged to his body. It was covered with layer upon layer of hot, tattered, old blood, with dried tears hidden inside.
He huddled in a corner for a long time, counting the dates silently in his heart.
The moon sets, the sun rises, dogs bark, and cocks crow.
After several days of dark imprisonment, the man finally came.
He was limping, and his army-green rubber shoes with worn-out heels dragged across the ground with difficulty. A long-handled hoe was propped up next to his arm, and dry yellow soil covered his body. In his other hand, he held a bag of sweet, steaming yellow steamed buns.
He was very emotional and muttered a long paragraph in dialect, which might be a curse. He scolded the men who were still scolding Li Ziyue. Those men left cursing, and the last one even spat at him before leaving.
He seemed not to see all this and smiled foolishly at Li Ziyue twice, but did not come closer. He just stretched out the hand holding the steamed bun and handed it to Li Ziyue.
Li Ziyue watched all this coldly.
A very typical example of "give a slap and then give a candy".
First a group of people play the bad guy, and then someone plays the good guy. The child has been hungry for several days and has been wronged, so he will naturally relax his vigilance against him.
The owner of this body burst into tears, but his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a river that had been dry for several years, with cracked yellow earth all around.
The days were very monotonous. Whenever he cried or said he wanted to go home, someone would come and beat him up without saying a word, and then the lame old man would come to comfort him.
Very formulaic, but good for fooling kids.
The distant mountains swallowed up the child's memory and attachment to his biological parents. He began to rely on the old man, began to speak, began to swallow coarse grains in big mouthfuls, and began to get used to the hot yellow earth and the dragonflies flying on the ridges.
The scorching sun fell on the fields, and his skin turned from delicate to rough, from fair to dark yellow. His toes were covered with mud, his shorts were full of patches, and his ankles were covered with scars cut by the grass.
The old cows in the fields were mooing. A lame old man was facing the earth with his back to the sky, walking slowly in the paddy fields holding the rope that was leading the old cow. The turbid water waves spread out in circles.
He dragged a heavy hoe and followed the old man around the field. Sweat had solidified the short hair on his forehead into strips.
On the same day, heavy rain and strong winds were raging in a certain urban-rural fringe area. People on the street seemed to be trapped in a tornado made of rain. His photo was posted on a telephone pole near the street, with a dense missing person request written below it.
The cold rain soaked all the "small advertisements" posted on it, and the photos of children were submerged in the water and gradually became blurred to the point of being unclear.
In the dark room, there is a messy table, cold food, and a lit cell phone screen.
"Hello...comrade police...has it been filed? OK..."
The sighs and suppressed cries seemed so weak under the heavy rain.
…
Li Ziyue dragged the hoe to the edge of the eaves and leaned against it. As soon as he turned around, he saw someone looking at him from the other side.
When he was a child, his relatives who lived in the county town gave him a few days to study. Later, his relatives thought he ate too much and sent him back to the village.
Because he had only read a few days of education, he was unwilling to associate with the illiterate villager. Also, because he had only read a few days of education, he was not accepted by real intellectuals. Everyone laughed at him and gave him a sour nickname - "scholar".
The scholar always frowned when he saw Li Ziyue. He kept muttering, "This shouldn't be the case. This shouldn't be the case."
"You don't belong here. You should go back to your home."
Li Ziyue looked at him.
He began to hum for no apparent reason: "Little swallow, wearing flowery clothes, comes here every spring. You ask the swallow why it comes here, and the swallow says that the spring here is the most beautiful..."
"Have you studied the text "Swallows Flying South"? It's a first-grade text... I guess you haven't studied it yet, right?"
"The teacher will teach you then. Swallows stay in different places in different seasons. We cannot interfere artificially, nor can we force the mother swallow's children to stay..."
He glanced at Li Ziyue and suddenly lost his temper: "Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you."
Li Ziyue turned around, but heard him talking behind him again.
"Little boy, you have grown feet and are wearing shoes. Run when you have the chance, run to your mother. Just like those little swallows, they have grown wings and cannot be kept anywhere... but they must not forget the way home."
He walked away slowly.
The sound still echoed around.
“Just don’t forget the way home.”
A very strange person.
Li Ziyue kept a low voice and did not respond to him. This person had never appeared in any clues of the main quest, so he was probably not an important person.
He collected the weeds piled in the corner. The lame old man called him from the other side, so he moved towards that side. However, he heard a cry similar to the cry of a wild beast coming from the haystack next to him.
His movements froze, and the owner of the body wanted to escape. But before he took a step forward a meter, he saw a withered wooden stick sticking out from the haystack. The end of the stick actually branched out into five branches covered with blood scars. The branches grabbed his thin wrist tightly, and then pulled hard -
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