Chapter 115 Who are you looking at?
N said nothing, but just pushed Tu Lanxun out. While the two were fighting, Tu Lanxun kicked down a "wall" next to him.
It turned out that it was not a wall, but a wooden board painted white. It collapsed in an instant, and before hitting the tables, chairs and bed in the rental house, N held it steadily with one hand, and Tu Lanxun took the opportunity to drill through the triangular space between his arm and the white wooden board.
It was covered with small pieces of paper, arranged in a scaly pattern. Sharp handwriting densely covered them, each connected by curved lines. Upon closer inspection, each piece represented an event.
From the death of cats and dogs in the orphanage, to the murder of employee Keke, to the interval between Aunt Lu Liu Maosheng's amnesia, and even some trivial things that were based on hearsay, they are all written in it, and the cause and effect are revealed one by one.
Finally came to a terrible conclusion.
——Anyone who treats him well will suffer misfortune afterwards.
N also wrote at the end without accepting his fate: man-made misfortune.
Tu Lanxun was shocked. N was just a character in the game, but he could already feel the existence of the world's will?
Unlike most people, he did not feel sorry for himself and regard himself as a pile of garbage. Instead, he believed that someone was manipulating everything behind the scenes.
Even if it was a pile of garbage, he was determined to find out who kicked over the trash can.
“…” Tu Lanxun couldn’t utter any words of comfort. He just patted N’s shoulder, receiving a puzzled look in return.
N pointed at the door and insisted, "Get out."
Tu Lanxun looked around him. At least he was doing okay now, showing no signs of transforming into Doctor Nightingale. She resisted the urge to ask him about his life on Earth and let out a slow breath. "You'll take care of yourself, right?"
N looked at her with an increasingly strange expression and repeated, "Get out."
Tu Lanxun placed the box of money on N's bed. It was lighter than it had been a few years ago. She weighed it and said, "You keep it. I'll come see you later and we can talk about your findings."
N remained silent, gazing at this mysterious woman who seemed uncontrollable by the world. A flash of danger flashed across his eyes, but his suspicion was quickly extinguished. He said solemnly, "Hmm..."
Tu Lanxun caught that emotion, N was actually doubting her.
In a dangerous trap, if someone can come and go freely, he will naturally be identified as one of the trap makers.
"Okay, I'm leaving." Tu Lanxun raised his hand. "You can take care of yourself, right?"
N's expression at this moment was closer to a mask, with a tiny smile that wasn't quite a smile crossing his face. He said, "I'll try my best."
Before leaving, Tu Lanxun couldn't help but advise: "Everything has to end. If you want me to stay, then..."
N couldn't bear it any longer, so Tu Lanxun was kicked out of the rental house.
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The third fast-forward ended ten years later.
The scene in front of Tu Lanxun was exactly the same as in the first round. The gray city had developed to its most grand and desolate state. Electronic souls were speeding through the air, scattering bursts of mournful laughter.
It has now been clarified that there is a force around N, which may not be an organized group of people, but more likely a deus ex machina in the game's plot, pushing him towards the path of Doctor Nightingale with all its might.
The reason for this "cultivation" rather than directly setting a complete numerical model is probably to provide a more realistic gaming experience.
Tu Lanxun walked aimlessly. Why did Wen Chong let her play the whole game?
Seeing N's true face...
At first, Tu Lanxun thought Wen Chong meant to let her understand that "N is a bad person" or "how a bad person is made."
But why does it feel more and more wrong?
Anyway, so far, the bad guy is someone else.
In any case, Tu Lanxun decided to check in with Aunt Lu and Liu Maosheng first.
Aunt Lu's breakfast shop is still open, and her game model has white hair. What's even more surprising is that the breakfast shop's business is better than last time.
The old buildings had been renovated and given a coat of gray paint, but they were still dilapidated, so they were surrounded by tall advertising decorative boards on all sides, like they were put in colorful cages, so as not to affect the cityscape.
But there are always people living there. Even though they are all from the lower classes, they still need food, clothing, shelter and transportation every day. Tu Lanxun waited for the three people in front of him to finish buying breakfast. When they entered, Aunt Lu looked up at them, squinting her cloudy eyes and saying, "Oh, girl, I think I've seen you before."
Sure enough, Aunt Lu even remembered passers-by like Tu Lanxun, but she kept forgetting N.
Aunt Lu gestured several times in the air to indicate his height, but none of them matched, because Tu Lanxun was this tall the last time he came.
"You might be mistaken." Tu Lanxun smiled and said, "My aunt used to live in this city. She said she lived in this area."
Aunt Lu nodded, "Oh...that might be it. Look at me, what do you want to eat?"
Tu Lanxun ordered a few dim sum, paid for them, and then asked, whether intentionally or not, "I heard from my aunt that there was a student living nearby who was very good at studying and became a doctor in a big hospital. But everyone said he had a strange personality. Do you remember him?"
Aunt Lu shook her head honestly: "I seem to have heard of a legendary devil or something. I don't know him." She wiped her hands on her snow-white apron and smiled with wrinkles on her face: "But that kind of talk is just for show. No tabloid reporter has good intentions. How can a little kid be a devil? But I really don't know him." She kept emphasizing.
"That's right." Tu Lanxun gave her another bill, and Aunt Lu quickly packed her a few more soft ones. Tu Lanxun smiled and said, "Your business is really good. This is the most crowded shop along the way."
Aunt Lu also laughed: "I don't know what's happened in the past two years. People used to come and cause trouble, but now they haven't appeared anymore."
Tu Lanxun confirmed two points.
First, the controversy surrounding N's notoriety has passed, and the game's plot has entered the next stage at this point.
Second, N had not been in contact with Aunt Lu in recent years, which was part of the reason why Aunt Lu’s business was improving.
The other part may be N's secret help.
Tu Lanxun went to the mental hospital again. Liu Maosheng no longer lived there. It was said that he was taken away by his distant nephew half a year ago.
Who should I go to now?
Tu Lanxun was still quite clear about N's address at that time, as Wang Ella had been there once.
So when Tu Lanxun regained her consciousness, she had already strolled to the downstairs of N's apartment. It was daytime and she had no way of knowing whether anyone was at home.
I pressed the doorbell with the mood of "since I'm here", and before I even waited a second, the door was opened from the inside and N's face appeared behind the door.
He finally looked like the N that Tu Lanxun was most familiar with.
In an instant, N's eyes turned from alert to gloomy, and Tu Lanxun was pulled into the crack of the door by his wrist.
"You're finally back." N closed the door and said.
Tu Lanxun was stunned for a moment, seeing N sizing her up with a cold, snake-like gaze. "You really haven't changed at all."
That's right. Whether N is eleven, eighteen, or twenty-eight, Tu Lanxun—[Wang Aila]—will always have that ordinary girl's face.
N had already seen through her peculiarity, and Tu Lanxun continued, "I'm an immortal vampire. I have to move to a new place every few years to avoid being discovered."
N's eyes were almost stern, and his white, straight and strong hands without gloves reminded Tu Lanxun that she was not facing the N who was wearing an apron and mopping the floor, although they shared the same face.
The opponent is still the boss of the horror game. Just because the suspicion has been partially lifted doesn't mean he has no lethality.
"What have you found out in the past ten years?" Tu Lanxun asked curiously.
The white wooden board was no longer in the luxury apartment, nor were there any signs of evidence collection. The layout was exactly the same as the one where Wang Ella fell unconscious last time.
N stopped worrying about who she was and turned around, saying, "I assume you know that I'm currently working for Bluebird Metropolitan Hospital as an intern."
Tu Lanxun responded with an affirmative look without any hesitation.
"Bluebird Metropolitan Hospital is the largest gathering place for electronic souls in the city." N said, "The hospital director has a mysterious room. I almost went in. If you're looking for the same thing as me, you can go and take a look."
Tu Lanxun almost laughed out loud, "I thought we had some friendship, but you're using me as a pawn."
N sighed softly, moved closer to Tu Lanxun, and whispered in her ear, "Neither of us can do this alone. I'll use my position to escort you in. We share the same risk, and mine might even be more serious."
The voice sounded like a temptation, but it also pointed to a not very profitable deal, but Tu Lanxun still nodded.
It's just a game, it won't kill anyone if you go and check it out.
Tu Lanxun took the opportunity to stand up and move away from N, creating some distance. He staggered and was supported by N on the elbow again.
Hot.
Unlike the real N which was cold, this N's palm was slightly warm.
Tu Lanxun suddenly had the illusion that he was talking to the ghost of the deceased.
The smiling fox from the Heaven Group, the dark doctor from the horror game, and the big cat-like male ghost in the convenience store who makes hot meals with his cold hands.
Tu Lanxun is like looking at the brilliance of a diamond from different facets.
"What time?" Tu Lanxun withdrew his gaze.
N: "Tonight, I'm on night shift."
His expression became more and more inquiring. He didn't understand why a person would get involved in this matter at the risk of his life, but Tu Lanxun was an alien, causing this quick brain to lose its function.
N pulled out a plan of the hospital's structure and began marking important nodes and monitoring locations. Tu Lanxun looked at the familiar handwriting and suddenly asked, "Did you pick up Mr. Lanter?"
N did not comment.
Tu Lanxun had a vague feeling that the secret of the entire simulator would be revealed in the mysterious room that N mentioned.
The game's plot will take a sharp turn, and there will be no stopping or turning back.
Just as Tu Lanxun was reciting the map and intermittently stealing glances at N, N suddenly leaned over from behind and a cold voice floated down from above his head.
He said lightly but playfully, "I noticed you've been looking at me. It's been like this for many years."
"Be less narcissistic." Tu Lanxun replied.
N didn't care about this push and pull. He walked in front of Tu Lanxun, a little confused, but more sharp.
"Tell me," N hissed. "Who are you looking at through me?"
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