Chapter 4: The First Item: Deserted City Notes
Red Hair shouted in surprise: "What's going on! The tattoo on Sister Sa's face is moving!"
Redhead always chews gum when he's anxious, but when he opens the jar, the last piece is lying alone inside.
He buttoned it up with great restraint.
The lights in the inn flickered a few times, and the flickering overhead light cast a terrifying shadow on her face.
Her facial features were covered with a layer of shadow, making it difficult to grasp her emotions at the moment.
The printed text on Li Dangxin's face, the previous paragraph is just a simple description of the scene.
The latter part is related to her.
"Her bipolar disorder hasn't improved at all. Anyway, life is already like this. If she doesn't want to be a human, then she might as well be a ghost."
Being a human or a ghost is just a matter of thought. If you don't follow her will, someone might die.
The light flickered a few more times, and an inexplicable rustling sound appeared in my ears.
Chen Li discovered that every time the lights flickered, there would always be some changes in the post station.
For example, the place where there was originally an electronic screen has become a background wall.
When the lights dimmed, it was almost pitch dark.
When the lights came on again, the post house turned into a dirty, dim shack.
The room smelled heavily of cooking fumes. The range hood was old and although it was turned on, it didn't work at all.
A light bulb filled with oily smoke hung above her head.
The light bulb is also of very old style. Through the oily surface, you can vaguely see the tungsten filament glowing.
Li Dangxin stood there, like a character on a TV that had just been turned on, detached from reality and doing his own thing step by step.
She lifted the black plastic bag in her right hand, took out a fish from it, put it on the chopping board and began to scrape the scales.
The blind man felt a little uneasy when he heard what they were saying in small print.
Because he couldn't see, he could only grab the red-haired man and ask him to read to him word by word what was printed on Li Dangxin's face, even the punctuation marks.
"Click." Li carefully turned on the stove, and a small flame was jumping.
She boiled water in a pot, scraped the scales and cut open the belly. Her movements were like those of an experienced housewife, and even a few wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes.
A young girl grew old all of a sudden.
Li Yixin knew her sister's situation at home and didn't do any housework.
Seeing her kill the fish skillfully was like being possessed by another person.
The matter involved his sister, so he didn't dare to hang up. He suppressed the discomfort of being around others and walked to Chen Li.
"Save...my sister."
He mustered up his courage and uttered three words.
Seeing Chen Li nod, the socially anxious man felt relieved and quickly fled from the crowd.
The furnishings in the room had undergone incredible changes, but Chen Li seemed to be used to it. A sense of calmness and ease burst out from the depths of his pupils.
Half of the room is real and half is imaginary.
One step forward is the wooden floor. With every step, the wooden keel makes a hoarse cry under the weight.
"Crunch, crunch." It was so fragile that it seemed like it would break in the next second.
Taking a step back, the tiled floor of the inn is still there, and the cold light separates the room into two worlds.
They are the audience, watching a stage play.
The boundary between reality and fantasy is so clear.
"So what do we do now? Do nothing and wait for her to finish cooking this meal?"
Redhead stood beside the table pretending to be relaxed, considering whether he should try a few bites of the food later. After all, he hadn't eaten anything yet and was a little hungry.
Li Danxin grabbed a handful of unknown meat and threw it into the boiling pot.
There is blood on the chopping board and foam in the pot.
The printed text seemed to be a script that governed everything, and all the scenes emerged one by one.
Just waiting for the mouse to poke its head out.
The room is closed on all sides and has no windows.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of meat.
For a moment, the foam in the pot stopped and even the flames stopped dancing.
Li Dangxin kept stirring with the spoon, his body stiff as if the pause button was pressed.
The scene is stuck!
"Why isn't she moving? How did she get stuck?" Red-haired man waved his hand in front of Li Dangxin, but the other party didn't respond at all.
The foam in the pot becomes eternal and cannot be broken.
Red Hair felt that if they didn't do something now, Li Dangxin would be stuck in this scene forever!
Li Yixin carefully observed the printed text on her sister's face and found that the color of some of the fonts in the first paragraph had faded.
"There's blood on the chopping board and bubbles rising in the pot. It should be a feast." These are the faded parts.
But the print of the part "The mouse smelled the scent and poked its head out of the hole" was still so thick that it looked like a tattoo.
In order to verify his guess, the socially anxious person reluctantly moved to the side of the red-haired man.
He lowered his head, and the words he wanted to say rolled up and down several times with his anxious Adam's apple, and the hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists.
It takes a lot of courage for him to speak to a stranger.
The red-haired man just sat there with his hands in his pockets, waiting for him.
He tried to hold it in for a long time, and even gnawed his ten fingers until the skin was peeled off, but he still couldn't fart and he almost went into shock.
"Good fellow, if someone didn't know, they would think you were going to confess your feelings. Why don't you just say it! I'm so anxious!"
"I saw you talking to him just now, and it wasn't that difficult. What? Can I eat you?"
After saying this, Red Hair subconsciously glanced at the wounds and teeth marks on the socially anxious man's arm, and suddenly reacted.
He had some recollection of what had happened after he was dominated by the printed text.
If no one stopped him, he could really bite a piece of meat off his arm.
Feeling a little guilty, Redhead calmed down his temper and suggested:
"How about I turn around? If you have something to say, say it to my butt first?"
He turned around and waited for a while, and felt that the socially anxious person behind him seemed to pull at his collar.
Red-haired man only felt a chill on his back. He did not dare to turn around for fear of scaring people away.
The socially anxious person finally spoke up, "The words have faded."
The printed words on the red-haired back have faded.
"When it's finished, it just... becomes lighter."
The socially anxious person pulled off Red Hair's clothes and quickly stepped aside.
It was very stressful to write so many words at once, and he was so anxious that he bit his fingernails.
The red-haired man and the blind man understood what he meant immediately.
The printed words that appear on their bodies can control their actions.
Once the printed content is completed, the font will fade.
Li Dangxin only completed half of it. For some reason, the first half could not be completed, causing it to get stuck there.
Red Hair recited the sentence that had puzzled Sister Sa: "The mouse smelled the scent and poked its head out of its hole."
"So, where's the rat? Where's the hole?"
Red Hair started looking for a rat hole near Sister Sa.
A blind person cannot see, so naturally he can't be of any help.
Chen Li took a step back and stood at the dividing line between the wooden floor and the tiled floor, lowering his head in thought.
He pointed at the red-haired man and said, "Come here."
Red Hair had been standing on the side with the wooden floor before, and now he leaned towards Shen Li, somewhat confused.
"What's wrong?"
Shen Li pointed at the ground under his feet.
The red-haired man took a look subconsciously, and this glance gave him goosebumps.
He had clearly already walked to the tiled floor in front of Chen Li.
After crossing the dividing line, his feet were still stepping on the creaking wooden floor!
The red-haired boy was frightened and took two steps to the left and right uncomfortably.
"Damn it!" Red Hair's face looked very ugly.
Because he found that wherever he went, the wooden floor followed him.
The wooden floor was not very wide, just beneath his feet, as if he were someone who had jumped out of the world on the other side of the boundary.
Wherever you go, the ground beneath your feet changes naturally.
He immediately glanced at Chen Li's feet. He was standing on white tiles, his feet were clean, and everything was normal.
A wooden floor will not appear out of thin air under Shen Li's feet, and the same goes for the blind man.
Only him!
In other words, there is another Li Dangxin.
Red Hair immediately thought of the notebook.
"It's because of the notebook! I've seen the notebook with her!"
Red Hair subconsciously sentenced himself to death.
"It's over. Sister Sa and I really have to stay here."
Shen Li tried to cross the dividing line and walked to the other side of the wooden floor.
Strangely, the world beneath Shen Li's feet also changed.
He was like an alien, unable to fit into the world on the other side of the wooden floor.
Similar to Red Hair's situation, he stepped onto the wooden floor, and the area under his feet and around him turned into tiled floors.
He already had a guess in his mind.
Anyone who comes into contact with the notebook will be affected and enter another world.
Hongmao and Li Dangxin have read the notebook, so they can fit into that world.
On the contrary, people who have never been exposed to notebooks will naturally not be able to fit in.
The two worlds are fighting against each other, so the room is only half changed.
The rat hole therefore did not appear.
Shen Li briefly explained the situation to them.
"The solution should be very simple. People who have never touched a notebook can just touch it."
The blind man raised an objection at this time:
"It's not good for everyone here to go there. If they are trapped, how can they come back?"
The current situation is definitely not favorable for a blind man like him.
Because of the side effect of printing, he didn't want to touch the notebook and take greater risks.
"How about this, I won't touch you, I'll just stand here and wait for you, leaving you a way back, how about that?"
The red-haired man immediately criticized: "This blind man has eight hundred tricks up his sleeve."
Li Yixin doesn’t care what the blind man thinks now. As long as he can save his sister, he will do anything.
So he took the brunt of the action and quickly touched the black notebook in the monster box.
Hongmao and Shen Li saw that after the socially anxious person touched the notebook, the ground beneath their feet changed on the spot.
Ripples began to form in the area near his feet, and the tiled floor gradually turned into wooden floor in the rippling waves.
And compared to the beginning, the range is larger!
It seems that the scope and number of people are also related.
"It really works." Hongmao admired Chen Li a little.
I have to admit that at this moment, Shen Li is very reliable.
As of now, there is no printed text on Li Yixin's body.
He began to walk around in the left half of the real world that had not been eroded.
Wherever he went, things changed under his feet.
Red Hair also came over there, and he and the socially anxious person walked and stopped, searching on the left half.
"Here!" Red Hair was the first to discover the mouse hole.
He walked to the corner, and everything within a one-meter radius around him changed.
But the problem now is that simply discovering a rat hole will not advance the scene.
Because this small area is too far away from there, it is disconnected a lot in the middle.
It's like an island that has no connection to the mainland.
The two worlds are separated, unless the road in the middle is filled and the two sides are connected.
Needless to say, the socially anxious people stepped forward and filled the distance.
"not enough."
The socially anxious person looked at Chen Li for help, with anxiety and pleading in his eyes, "There is still one person missing."
Red Hair is quite speechless.
"Hey, hey, hey? Don't worry about whether it's enough or not. Why didn't you stutter when you talked to him? You also treat people differently because they are socially anxious, right?"
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