Chapter 107 Qingtong's Current Situation
Heng City.
Qingtong sat at the table, writing and drawing with a pen and paper. Behind him, a paper man was sitting on the bed with a smile on his face, playing with a bright red apple in his hands.
"If you have nothing to do, go out and find something to do." Qingtong stopped writing, looked back at the paper figure and said.
The corners of the paper man's mouth curled up slightly, he picked up the apple and took a bite, he crossed his legs, looking very relaxed and at ease.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qingtong turned back and continued writing and drawing in the notebook.
"I'm already busy enough." The paper man raised his hand, and dozens of small paper people appeared in his palm. "Since the time you and your class went on the autumn outing to climb the mountain, people have disappeared during every live broadcast, and I took every one of them away. I ran errands for as many times as you did live broadcasts, and you had to be careful not to appear in front of the live camera."
"I've worked so hard, and finally I can have two days of leisure." The paper man stood up and walked behind Qingtong, holding his shoulder with one hand, and passed a bitten apple to his mouth, "Are you just looking at me with disdain like this?"
"You are me, there is no such thing as an eyesore or not." Qingtong raised the notebook in his hand, "If possible, I hope you can help."
The paper man stood up straight, took the notebook, and stared at it with his naturally smiling eyes while eating an apple.
The notebook was densely packed with records of several live broadcasts, the people taken away by the paper man's ability, the results of the live broadcasts in several countries, the locations and current conditions of other weirdos who had been released, and the identities of the weirdos who had not yet been released. It was a thick stack of documents with a world map at the back.
Turn to the back and you will see some marked locations where terrifying and bizarre things may happen.
"There is still one week left before the weirdness arrives in full force." Qing Tong rubbed his brows, "Time is running out."
All vests can connect to the system. Qingtong has no way to communicate with the vests' minds. Only by switching vests can the memories merge. However, the system is there, so there is no need to worry about information gaps.
But even if there is a system to help summarize, Qingtong still needs to do a lot of work by himself, to plan and think.
He felt like his brain's CPU was about to burn out.
Studying for the college entrance exam was never this stressful.
What is even more terrifying is the feeling of anxiety. As the countdown gets closer, Qingtong becomes more and more afraid of the day when the strange thing will happen. In the past two days, whenever he closes his eyes, he dreams of the day when he was bound to the system, and the dream about the future that the system showed him.
That is not a world inhabited by humans, but a completely weird world.
He was terrified that no matter how much work he did, it would all be in vain, and that such a future would come.
Although the system promised that as long as he played hard, his life would be guaranteed, so what? He didn't want a world where everything except himself was weird.
Humans are social animals. Many people think they can enjoy solitude and like to live alone.
But the social life here does not mean living alone, but social living creatures. Otherwise, ask those who like to live alone, let him live on the moon alone, but he can be guaranteed to survive, and see how long he can persist.
People can eat alone, sleep alone, and live alone, but usually they cannot stand being the only one in the world.
"In a few days, let's release those people who were caught in the weird live broadcast." Qingtong said.
The salvation system asked curiously: "What's the reason?"
Qing Tong: "No reason is needed. People who discuss online will give their own reasons."
Salvation System: ...
It is true. There are countless posts online discussing the weird live broadcasts and the weird advent. There are all kinds of outrageous ideas, and many people swear that their speculations are the truth.
By the way, the Savior System also saw a very interesting discussion on the Internet. Perhaps all the weird things that can be discussed come from one place and are managed by a boss, and that boss is the weird live broadcast. After seeing this, the Savior System thought that someone finally guessed the truth, but the content of the second half of the post went in a weird direction. The poster believed that the person behind the weird live broadcast wanted to rule the world through weirdness, and they were actually from alien civilization.
The latter part was so outrageous that no one believed the previous part, the click-through rate was low, and a bunch of netizens who left comments were laughing and flooding the screen with comments.
The paper man finished eating the apple and threw the core into the trash can: "I understand. I will release them all three days before the monster officially arrives."
"On the day when the strange thing befalls, shouldn't there be a little omen?" the paper figurine said with a smile, its tone full of mischief.
Salvation System: "There will be signs. When the weirdness comes in full force, this world will experience a small earthquake."
Qingtong: "Earthquake? What magnitude?"
"Around level four." The system replied.
Qingtong said "oh".
A magnitude 4 earthquake is only slightly felt, and as long as it does not exceed 4.5, it generally does not cause any harm.
However, a magnitude 4 earthquake worldwide was enough to cause online forums to explode.
"Tong's ability has not been unlocked yet. Let's do another live broadcast... No, it's too late. The Curse Priest and the Straw Boy haven't had time to act out yet." Qingtong took the notebook back from the paper man and continued to write and draw. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and lay down on the table.
"I still have to go back to Sui City." Qingtong said.
The paper figurine served as his other half, so even if Qingtong didn't explain it specifically, he would understand what he meant.
After the true weirdness comes, no one knows what will happen, whether the people close to them will die or never see them again. Qingtong went back to see his parents, brother and sister.
Before, his younger brother Yanjun had been calling to say he wanted to come over, but Qingtong had always refused. Later, because of the weird live broadcast, Yanjun's plan to come over to play was completely shelved. I heard recently that he went to learn martial arts, and I don't know how he is doing. During this period of time, Qingtong put all his energy on the weird live broadcast and basically didn't contact them. After all, designing the content of the weird live broadcast, keeping in touch with the vests at all times after the live broadcast, and guiding their action routes and policies are all Qingtong's work.
"Go ahead." The paper man picked up Qingtong's notebook, "I'll help you keep an eye on the things that come next. You don't have to worry about the vests that have been dispersed."
Qingtong squinted at the paper man: "Really?"
Because the soul fragments are too small, except for the original body, the other characters will be affected by the strange vest, and their personalities will be more or less different from your own.
For example, the playful No-Face Boy, the straightforward Tong, the deceitful Bai Yixin, and Utor who likes to play pranks.
As for the paper man, he remembered that one of the character labels was "crazy".
"I beg you, please don't cause trouble, okay?" Qingtong said.
The smile on the paper man's face deepened: "Don't worry."
Qingtong: ...
I can't rest assured.
"System, if the paper man causes trouble, tell me." Qingtong sighed, then began to go into the house to pack her luggage.
Salvation System: "Please rest assured, host, all the actions of the vests are under the control of this system."
Qingtong nodded. He had already booked a train ticket for the evening, so it was time to set off.
"It's still more convenient to teleport." Qingtong muttered and walked out.
The paper man smiled as he watched the locked door. He took the notebook on Qingtong's desk and stared at the words "Straw Boy - Southwest Region" on it. The smile on his lips deepened and his facial features began to distort.
*
The train from Heng City to Sui City arrived at the destination very quickly. Yan Jun was waiting at the platform of the train station because he had called to notify them long ago. The boy in the black coat saw Qing Tong with a backpack on his back at a glance, and jumped up happily and waved: "Brother!! Over here! Brother!!"
Noticing the gazes of others, Qingtong wanted to turn around and leave at that moment.
After so many years, his social phobia has not been completely cured.
"Wait, brother? Where are you going?" The boy jumped over the railing, ran towards Qingtong and grabbed his clothes, "Let's go, let's go home."
"Um."
"Hehe." Yanjun happily walked over to talk to Qingtong, "It's been a long time since we last met. Do you think I've become much stronger? Brother, look, muscles." The boy rolled up his sleeves, and sure enough, his originally thin arms had a little hard bulge when he bent them, which seemed to be a good training.
"I learned the basics of stick fighting. My teacher said I have a lot of talent and recommended me to practice at Shaolin Temple!" Yan Jun said proudly, "Of course I won't go. What's so good about being a monk?"
"Um."
"By the way, my classmates and I encountered a monster when we were walking on the street." Yan Jun approached Qing Tong and whispered, "It was the monster that appeared in the first live broadcast, the one that could turn people into paper-studded people. We even fought with him! But we lost and let him run away. Brother, let me tell you, I just need to practice more..."
Before the boy finished speaking, Qingtong slapped him on the head: "You are so stubborn."
You still have the nerve to say that?
Luckily, it was his original body that was using the vest at that time. If it was his clone, he would have been more ruthless in teaching this kid a lesson. He even dared to follow Biaoyi. He really was not afraid of death.
"Know your own worth." Qing Tong said unhappily, "If you dare to be so brave again, don't see me next time."
"Oh, I see." Yan Jun's mood dropped a little.
After the taxi came, Yanjun thought of a new topic and started discussing it with Qingtong with sparkling eyes. The two got in the taxi and drove towards home.
On the other side, Qingtong was at home in Heng City.
The paper man put the notebook on the table and said, "System, I can separate a small piece of my soul and play the role of the Scarecrow Boy."
The salvation system: "Ah? It is possible..."
"Then act it out." said the paper figurine.
Savior System: "This... should be discussed with Qingtong..."
"What are we discussing? Am I not Qingtong? He is me and I am him. What's the difference?"
Salvation System: ...This...is still different.
If you really want to understand it, the paper man is a version of Qingtong who was a little drunk and had a lower level of rationality.
As sanity decreases, the madness value increases due to the vest attribute. It is said that what a drunk person does does not count. If this madman of a paper man wants to cause trouble, shouldn't he tell the original body?
"Don't worry, I will follow his script." The paper man smiled and raised the book that Qingtong had placed on the table. "Isn't it good to lighten his burden a little?"
"It would also be heartbreaking to see you looking so tired." The paper man laughed wickedly.
Salvation System: ...
If it is based on the script designed by Qingtong, there should be no problem.
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