Swish, swish.
Su Yi flipped through the pages, quickly looking for any other records about himself.
If a patient drew him at that time, it meant that he was also one of the patients. According to the iron rule of the chain activity, he must also leave something in this record book.
Flipping through the pages quickly, densely packed words and graffiti flashed before my eyes... patients were venting their complaints about the hospital on paper.
Suddenly! A large number of numbers popped up in my field of vision.
A whole page of digital symbols stood out among the continuous text graffiti, and my fingertips stopped turning pages instantly.
Su Yi stopped at this page and looked at it carefully.
On the yellowish pages, several lines of numbers were written in black pen. The handwriting was beautiful and clear, and they were arranged into a neat pyramid of numbers:
1 1
1 2 1
1 3 3 1
1 4 6 4 1
…
Life-saving system: "What is this? It looks familiar."
"I learned it before." Su Yi said.
The first thing he thought of when he saw it was:
"This is Pascal's triangle."
Each row of numbers is symmetrical, starting from 1 and gradually increasing. Each number is equal to the sum of the two numbers above it.
Who would write about Pascal's Triangle in a chain writing activity held in a mental hospital?
Su Yi turned the page again and saw a line of small words on it, which read:
[Unknown power n?.]
The handwriting is beautiful and clear, with some nice little connective strokes.
"This is……"
The life-saving system read the handwriting and felt that it was very familiar, with a similarity of nearly 100%.
"Um."
Su Yi responded, he realized that this was his own handwriting!
——I participated in the first relay contest in the mental hospital a long time ago, and wrote down the inexplicable Pascal's triangle in this notebook.
[Unknown nth power?], Su Yi thought in his mind. Speaking of powers, Yang Hui's triangle has a very special property:
In the expansion of (a+b) to the power of n, the coefficients correspond to each term in the (n+1)th row of Pascal's triangle. For example, the expansion of (a+b) to the power of 2 is a to the power of 2+2ab+b to the power of 2, and the coefficients are 1, 2, and 1, corresponding to the numbers in the third row of Pascal's triangle: 1 2 1.
Even if I know this, what's the use?
There must be a reason for leaving this in the notebook.
Su Yi flipped through the pages again. There was no extra information left. They were all other patients' creations and some patients' complaints about him:
[What is the guy in front who left the Pascal's triangle trying to do? Doing math problems? There is no problem here!]
...Indeed, there is no topic in the notebook, and I don’t know what the point of leaving this here is.
Su Yi thought, since the question did not appear in the notebook, was it possible that... it would be encountered during the actual copy process?
Just like Young Master Bai secretly told him 3121 and didn't tell him what the password was, but when he saw the four digits on the password lock on the diary, he naturally thought of the four digits 3121.
Su Yi guessed that this Yang Hui triangle might have the same usage. It was left in the notebook by his past self, wanting to tell his present self some key information.
After flipping through so many patients' creations, only a little bit of the thick notebook was gone. There was still a lot of content to come. Su Yi flipped through a few more pages and saw new big words:
"The Second Psychiatric Hospital Relay Creation Activity"
Su Yi looked for it and found that this time the big pervert was serializing his pornographic novel again, which was the story about the prince and sea monster that he had not finished writing last year.
This time it was less written than last time. Su Yi took a rough look and found that Yellow's story was filled with a strange sense of tragedy. The prince went looking for a pearl that could cure his mother's illness in order to save her. After being bullied by the sea monster in a series of ways, the prince finally found the pearl with humiliation, and escaped from the sea monster with his tired and sticky body, and went ashore to return home.
After returning home, he immediately presented the pearl to his seriously ill mother, hoping that she would recover. However, who would have thought that his mother had already been replaced by a vicious witch!
The evil witch got the precious magic pearl and immediately unleashed terrible black magic, killing the king and the people, and the prince's country was destroyed.
The desperate prince was forced to jump into the sea, where he was caught by a sea monster.
At this time, his country, parents, friends, and people were all destroyed because of the pearls he brought. The prince had already lost hope of survival, and he turned around and fell into the arms of the sea monster.
The final ending is that the handsome but pitiful prince was filled up all over by the sea monster, and from then on he lived a shameless life in the deep sea.
Su Yi: . . .
He turned to the next page and immediately saw several angry messages:
[Fuck you!! What the hell is written in the previous part? Taking medicine every day to treat the disease is fucked up enough, can’t you write something sunny and yellow? ! ]
[Last year’s writing was quite interesting, but this year I was made stupid by the medicine the nurse gave me? ? ]
[Hehe, I think this ending is quite appropriate. After finding the pearl, saving the mother and then having a happy ending, that's too cliché, right?]
[Don’t you think this story is interesting in some places? Hehehe]
These two messages made Su Yi a little suspicious, especially those weird laughs. Could it be that the yellow story written by the pervert contains metaphors?
He read it again, feeling vaguely uneasy. The replaced queen mother and witch, isn't this just the same as miuki233's small account?
When the American was talking on the phone, he was replaced by the British guy on the other end of the line, although the American agreed to this replacement, or in other words, the small account was set up so that different people could log in alternately.
[replace]
Su Yi felt that he had grasped a key concept.
The operating mechanism of the world of [Thriller Script Killing] is to continuously pull people in, whether as players or spectators, and make them listen to the monitoring and arrangement of the light screen system and follow the rules of the virtual world.
Why do we need to keep bringing people in? If we don’t bring people in, will this virtual world not work?
Su Yi pondered that in the story written by the big pervert, the witch replaced the queen, and once she got the magic pearl, her true form was exposed, she killed the king, forced the prince to jump into the sea, and destroyed the country.
If this is a metaphor, it means that after [replacement] occurs, it will bring great disaster to the people around the original replacement, and even no one will be left alive.
Suddenly, Su Yi thought of the players with high-level permissions in [Thriller Script Killing].
This group of extremely few privileged players can completely ignore the rules, are not supervised by the light screen, and act freely.
Su Yi believes that all privileges are based on the exploitation of others, that is, these privileged players must have exploited ordinary players like them in some way.
In the virtual [Thriller Script Killing], Su Yi did not feel this kind of [exploitation] for the time being. Admittedly, they were supervised by the light screen system and needed to work hard to pass levels and earn gold coins, but this series of operations did not seem to generate any benefits for the [privileged players].
Su Yi's thoughts turned slightly, and he immediately thought of [reality].
In reality, do ordinary people like them have some kind of exploitable value? That’s why they are constantly pulled into the [virtual world].
After entering the [virtual world], what state will they be in in the real world?
Is it possible that privileged players who can freely travel between the [virtual] and [real] worlds are doing something to themselves in reality?
A bad premonition arose in his heart, as if he was crawling on by a cockroach. Su Yi wanted to regain his memory more and more, and he flipped through the notebook again:
In the third and fourth mental hospital relay activities, I didn’t find any records about myself, nor did I find the big pervert’s yellow novel.
Su Yi guessed that it was very likely that the big pervert died after the second relay event.
I don’t know if he died from his sex addiction or... he was killed by someone.
Su Yi closed the notebook. At the moment, it seemed that the most valuable thing should be the Yang Hui triangle, but it was not clear how to use these numbers at this stage.
It was quiet all around. The machine gun guy was guarding outside obediently and did not come in to disturb Su Yi from studying the notebook.
There was also silence upstairs. Su Yi listened attentively, his black hair falling beside his ears, but he didn't hear any sound.
I don't know how the fight between Bai Ye and Dean Bai is going in his ward. I heard no sound now, so it must have died down.
Twenty minutes ago, Su Yi's ward.
Crackling——
Many things were knocked over in the room. Metal forceps and surgical porcelain trays fell to the ground, making a harsh sound.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the furious Bai Ye punched Dean Bai in the face.
With a crackling sound, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground. Bai Ye stepped on them and crushed the frame and lenses into pieces.
"What the hell are you doing to Su Yi!"
Dean Bai stood up slowly, patted his white coat as if it was stained with dust, and said in a light tone:
"What? Didn't you see it all?"
Dean Bai was wearing a medical mask, so Bai Ye couldn't see his expression. Without the cover of his gold-rimmed glasses, the old man's eyes were cold. When he opened his mouth, it was as if he was narrating something that was a matter of course:
"I pried open Su Yi's mouth, pinched the tip of his soft tongue, and was about to give him an injection."
white night:"!!"
A ball of flame shot straight to the top of his head, and his skull seemed to be burning, sizzling hot. Murderous intent flowed in his boiling blood. Bai Ye's hands moved itchingly, and he almost wanted to draw his knife.
Dean Bai sneered.
Bai Ye paused, he did not restrain his murderous intent, and the other party obviously noticed his intention.
But the old man not only did not show any fear or retreat, but also did not have any intention of fighting. Instead, he just... sneered contemptuously.
Bai Ye felt extremely unhappy. Dean Bai was looking at him as if he were a child, sighing softly:
"Ignorant children are so happy."
"What bullshit are you talking about!"
Bai Ye hates this kind of guy who takes advantage of his age the most, and he wants to chop off this old man's head!
"After going through the last instance, didn't you notice anything wrong?"
Dean Bai straightened his tangled collar and moved his fingers slightly. The small TV behind him flew up and grabbed Bai Shen's small TV and floated out of the ward door together.
After confirming that the audience could neither hear nor see, Dean Bai spoke:
"That magician in the Bride dungeon looks exactly like you, right?"
Bai Ye frowned. He himself felt a little disgusted by this matter. That frivolous man looked so much like him, it made him sick just thinking about it.
The plot of that bride copy was so complicated that Bai Ye didn't remember anything. He just remembered that the magician seemed to have deliberately had plastic surgery to look like him, hoping to come back to replace him and inherit the Bai family's inheritance.
From this point of view, looking exactly the same should be the plot setting of the system.
Dean Bai: "You wouldn't? You naively think that looking exactly the same is just a plot setting."
White Night: Grass.
Dean Bai: "It's a bit strange to see Su Yi after the reunion, right? He doesn't know you at all. You were in a serious relationship at the time, but he didn't tell you when he went abroad. You looked for him everywhere, but your high school classmates thought you were weird and said to you:
"Why do you always look for Su Yi? You two don't know each other well, do you?"
!!!
Bai Ye felt like he had been stabbed in the lungs, and he became completely furious:
"What the hell are you trying to say!"
"I wore a mask the whole time in the last instance."
Dean Bai changed the subject and stopped talking about Su Yi. He reached out and pulled the strap of his medical mask:
"The magician looks exactly like you. You think it's a plot setting. Then, what do you think I look like?"
Bai Ye swallowed, and he suddenly had a premonition, and this premonition was really... indescribably terrifying.
Dean Bai looked coldly at the young and ignorant Bai Ye in front of him, exerted force with his hands, and took off the mask he had been wearing.
At this moment, Bai Ye's whole body was stiff, and he could hardly believe the scene transmitted to his brain by his visual nerves:
Under the mask, a face was revealed... that looked exactly like his own!
To be precise, the facial features are exactly the same, but the skin details and facial expression are more mature.
Like...myself ten years from now!
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