Chapter 33: The Thirty-Third Night
"Let's assume that your Yin-Yang eyes weren't very sensitive these few times, so you didn't see anything. Then everything would be explained, right?"
Qiu Tingxu: "...It makes some sense, but not much. It's like writing a bunch of messy processes and trying to get a correct answer."
Han Yun spread his hands and said, "Then how do you explain these accidents?"
Xu Yansheng personally came out to dispel the rumor: "I saw ghosts three times, following me, very ordinary, and would not hurt anyone."
Han Yun, Qiu Tingxu: “……?”
Qiu Tingxu looked around suspiciously, but there was nothing. However, he felt a chill on his back for some reason.
"You mean there's a ghost in our dormitory now?"
Xu Yansheng nodded.
Qiu Tingxu and Han Yun jumped up: "Ah! Where is it?"
Xu Yansheng stretched out his hand and pointed at Qiu Tingxu's red arm, "I'm touching your arm."
Qiu Tingxu: “???”
When he felt it carefully, he felt that his arm was indeed cold. He shook his arm as if he had a cramp, trying to shake something off.
"No, why are you touching my arm?"
Xu Yansheng said calmly: "She said her arms looked good and were red from being beaten, so she wanted to cool them down."
He always speaks very concisely, and sometimes it even requires people to understand him carefully.
Qiu Tingxu understood what he meant. Did this mean that Han Yun had slapped his arm until it turned red, and this ghost was kind enough to apply some water on it?
It's really annoying, but he doesn't need it! ! !
He was covered in goose bumps, which popped up like bamboo shoots after rain when he realized that what Xu Yansheng said was true.
"Brother, let's not cross paths. Can you please stay away from me?"
By the time he finished talking, his food was starting to get cold. He shuddered, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked at Xu Yansheng blankly.
Xu Yansheng: "Ghost girl, you are not happy anymore."
Qiu Tingxu rubbed his arms and began to please the female ghost he couldn't see.
"Beautiful lady, thank you for your kindness, but I feel a little cold now..."
Han Yun saw him jumping up and down pitifully, feeling a bit gloating and laughing secretly as he stood aside.
As a result, the coolness slowly faded from Qiu Tingxu's body, and he pounced towards Han Yun again.
Xu Yansheng's eyes followed the empty mass in the air and he stared at Han Yun expressionlessly and said, "It's your turn."
Han Yun: “???”
He stepped back quickly, refusing with both hands: "Thank you, no need, bye!"
Qiu Tingxu frantically tried to persuade her to stay: "Hey, hey, hey, don't leave. We haven't finished discussing this yet!"
Xu Yansheng: "Yuer."
As soon as the words fell, the chill that had been surrounding Han Yun suddenly dissipated, and the entire dormitory seemed to be filled with sunlight as if the clouds had parted.
It's a lot warmer.
Qiu Tingxu and Han Yun looked at Xu Yansheng blankly and asked, "An acquaintance?"
Xu Yansheng shook his head.
Qiu Tingxu didn't understand. He didn't know why this ghost listened to him so much?
"What do you mean by this? If you are not familiar with me, why did you stop when you just called my name?"
Xu Yansheng: "They all like me very much and listen to me very much."
Han Yun: "Why do they like you so much?"
Xu Yansheng: "Maybe, I'm the only one who can see it."
Qiu Tingxu: “666.”
"Your social charm has spread to the underworld, brother."
"When can you radiate the world?"
Xu Yansheng actually thought about it for a moment, then shook his head and rejected him, "Ghosts are better than humans, they won't lie to me."
Qiu Tingxu gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, awesome, but aren't ghosts also transformed from dead people?"
Xu Yansheng pursed his lips: "It's different."
"In short, these things have nothing to do with ghosts."
Han Yun scratched his head, distressed, "Ah, if that's not a ghost, what is it? Can they move by themselves?"
Qiu Tingxu suddenly remembered that he was a person who had traveled through a book. He sat back on the stool thoughtfully.
Do novels all have the power of plot?
But if there is such a thing, then he has never followed the plot since he came here!
Could it be that he is a bug and the plot has no control over him?
Why doesn’t the plot directly control people, but controls objects?
What if this plot can’t control people either?
Then the power of this plot is too weak!
He was silent for a long time, immersed in his own thoughts, and didn't even hear Han Yun calling him.
"Qiu Xiaogui, Qiu Xiaogui!"
Qiu Tingxu turned a deaf ear to it.
“…I’ll go!”
Han Yun took action directly and slapped the man who was daydreaming with his chin supported on his shoulder, making him tremble.
"Huh? What? What happened?"
Han Yun rubbed his hands, his face wooden, "Nothing, I just wanted to ask you what you were thinking about. Can you tell me so we can discuss it together? Don't think about it alone."
Qiu Tingxu thought, can this be said casually? What if Xine dies as soon as I say that?
But I dare not say.
But it is acceptable to conceal part of it and make some artistic processing.
“Perhaps, have you read a brain-opening novel?”
Han Yun: "Does fantasy count?"
Qiu Tingxu himself was not clear about the specific classification of novels. He scratched his head and talked nonsense.
"Hmm... why doesn't it count?"
"That is, suppose our world is like a novel, and there is an existence that binds everyone's life and death just like the plot."
"Let's call this kind of existence 'world consciousness'. Suppose the world consciousness determines that everyone is born and dies at a specific time. If someone doesn't die when he should, what do you think should happen?"
Han Yun has a very active mind, so even though he has never read this type of novel, it is not difficult for him to understand it.
"You're saying that we're like NPCs. So it makes sense to say that we're game characters? Is there a higher-dimensional being controlling each of us?"
Qiu Tingxu's eyes lit up, "You can say that, it's almost the same."
Han Yun was puzzled again: "But, if that's the case, they could just kill Xu Yansheng directly, why do they have to go through so much trouble?"
Qiu Tingxu calmly gave a spoiler: "Is there a possibility that they can only influence the process but cannot directly achieve the result?"
"For example, Xu Yansheng was supposed to die from bleeding to death after cutting his wrist, but for some reason he didn't die. So the world consciousness wanted to control certain objects to injure his wrist and continue to cause him to die from bleeding."
After hearing these words, Xu Yansheng finally stopped being indifferent and stared at Qiu Tingxu.
Han Yun was even more confused, "No, why would Xu Yansheng cut his wrists?"
Qiu Tingxu buried his head and rolled his eyes. He unconsciously put his thumb to his lips and even wanted to bite his nails.
"Well... because life is boring, just like me before, didn't I almost die?"
Han Yun has a lot of questions now. "Okay, let's not talk about this question for now. Wouldn't it be more convenient for this world consciousness to directly control people? Why control objects?"
Qiu Tingxu started to make up stories: "Emmm, is there a possibility that the consciousness of this world is relatively weak and cannot control living species, but can only control inanimate objects?"
Han Yun drooped his face, not really believing it. "Then why does the consciousness of this world you mentioned seem to be both strong and weak? Don't you think it's unreasonable?"
Qiu Tingxu hesitated for a while before saying, "What if there is a fulcrum that pries the balance between world consciousness and the world, preventing it from interfering too much with the world?"
Han Yun: "Then according to you, what is this fulcrum?"
Qiu Tingxu brushed his hair and said coolly, "It's far away in the horizon, but it's right in front of us."
Han Yun looked around and guessed, "Are you talking about those ghosts?"
Qiu Tingxu felt like she was flirting with a blind man, "...Why does your IQ fluctuate so much?"
"So, you knew I would die?"
"So that's why you keep pestering me?"
Xu Yansheng suddenly asked in a deep voice.
Qiu Tingxu avoided the topic and tried to confuse the audience, "Ah? Isn't this just an assumption? An assumption!"
Xu Yansheng glanced at Han Yun and said nothing.
Han Yun was like a confused monk, not knowing what to think. "What are you talking about? Xu Yansheng, what do you mean you will die? And what are you looking at me for?"
Qiu Tingxu looked at the ceiling and gave up. "Forget it. You are in the same boat with us anyway, so it doesn't hurt to tell you."
He asked Xu Yansheng: "Can you tell me?"
Xu Yansheng was indifferent and just closed his eyes slightly.
Qiu Tingxu knew that he had agreed, so he tidied his words.
"It's like this, Brother Han, you knew that Xu Yansheng had aphasia before."
"In fact, it's more than that. He may also be depressed. Before I knew him, he often hurt himself."
"Just one week after school started, I happened to see him self-harming and I felt that he was not in a good state. I was very sensitive because I had just experienced this myself."
"I was worried that he would commit suicide, so I kept pestering him and wanted to live with him."
"Later, he was so annoyed by me that he chose to move back to the dormitory."
"Do you think it's possible that, if it hadn't been for me, he would have committed suicide that week?"
Han Yun's head was buzzing after hearing this. He held his head and sorted out the logic.
It's outrageous, but it also seems somewhat logical.
"You mean, you are the fulcrum between the world consciousness and Xu Yansheng, and you destroyed the balance between his life and death?"
Qiu Tingxu nodded cheekily, "Maybe it's not just Xu Yansheng, but the balance of the entire world."
Isn’t that right? If he hadn’t traveled through time, both the original owner and Xu Yansheng would have died.
His death might not matter, but if Xu Yansheng died, the whole world would be gone.
Although he has not yet found the connection between the original owner and Xu Yansheng, the author has to specifically describe the death of two cannon fodders.
Isn't it enough to just write about Xu Yansheng?
After all, he hadn't read the original work, he just listened to it, and all his analysis was somewhat speculative.
Han Yun looked at him with a very suspicious look, "So, you are pretty awesome?"
Qiu Tingxu smiled, pointed at Xu Yansheng and said to Han Yun: "There are even more awesome ones, do you want to see them?"
Han Yun: “Huh?”
Qiu Tingxu said to Xu Yansheng: "Do you want to show your unique magic power?"
Xu Yan sighed inaudibly, thought for a moment, and then said, "Doctor Han, please go back to the school hospital."
Although Han Yun didn't understand, he still did as he was told. "Ah? Oh, okay, I'll go back right away..."
He turned around, took the treatment box and walked a few steps, then turned back: "That's not right, didn't Qiu Xiaogui want to treat me to a meal? Why did you suddenly chase me away?!"
As he was still walking out, he turned around and saw Qiu Tingxu smiling again.
"What the hell are you laughing at!"
Qiu Tingxu burst out laughing even more happily, "It's really amazing, Xu Yansheng, come on, don't really ask Brother Han to leave."
Han Yun: “?”
Xu Yansheng looked at Han Yun again and called him back.
Han Yun felt as if his will was controlled by Xu Yansheng, and he had to do whatever Xu Yansheng told him to do.
Like a puppet, consciously acting according to the wishes of others.
"???"
"No, this is wrong. What's going on?"
Qiu Tingxu saw that Xu Yansheng looked too lazy to explain and spread his hands.
"As you can see, Xu Yansheng not only has the Yin-Yang Eyes, but also the ability to speak spirits."
"As long as he uses prayers or imperative sentences, the subject will involuntarily act according to his instructions. It is not certain whether the subject is only human."
"How's it going? Is it great?"
In just one day, Han Yun was shocked beyond words, and his worldview was completely shaken.
He rubbed his face and said to himself, "You two must be toxic. I shouldn't have known you. If I hadn't known you, my life wouldn't have changed so much."
"Well, let's just pretend I've never met you. I'd better leave first. Goodbye... Goodbye."
He wanted to leave even more urgently than before, and he was almost running.
Qiu Tingxu held his hand and said, "Hey, don't leave. I haven't invited you to dinner yet."
Han Yun was so scared that he waved his hands: "Forget it, forget it, we are not familiar with each other!"
Qiu Tingxu laughed like a goose and called out to Xu Yansheng, "Our accomplice is about to run away."
Xu Yansheng saw the smile in his eyes and knew what he wanted to do.
After pursing her lips, she said, "Doctor Han, please come back."
Han Yun began to walk backwards, wanting to cry but unable to, "Aren't these feet mine? They belong to Xu Yansheng's mouth?"
"Why? Why do you want to control my freedom?"
Qiu Tingxu put his arm around his shoulder and said, "You can't say that. We are not trying to control you, but to seek your help."
"Think about it, Xu Yansheng keeps getting injured in strange ways. What will the alumni think if they find out? How do we explain it?"
"What if the school notices it? It's obviously not Xu Yansheng who did it. Is he going to drop out just like that?"
"So, we need you. It's your duty to save lives, right? You can't just stand by and watch students die."
"Secondly, your identity as the school doctor can help us conceal part of the truth and reassure the school that Xu Yansheng is not a dangerous person."
"Finally, as the saying goes, three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. The three of us are so smart and have such mysterious abilities. We can definitely fight against the world consciousness. Please help us, please..."
The tone of his voice changed from tough to pitiful, and finally he just grabbed Han Yun's shoulders and shook him.
Han Yun was dizzy from his shaking and pushed him away, "Stop, stop, stop, let me think about it first..."
"I still have a question. Since Xu Yansheng is so awesome, why doesn't he just tell himself to live in peace? Without any injuries or illnesses, and grow old naturally?"
Qiu Tingxu's expression froze, but then he became even more excited and hugged Han Yun and shook him.
"Brother Han! It's you! It has to be you! Why didn't we think of it?"
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