Chapter 197: Two Broken Fingers: The Chess Game of the Wise King Eleven
Gao Mengtang fell into coma twice in a row, and Bai Jie and Tu Cheng were worried.
"It's really okay." Gao Mengtang said, and he described in detail how he entered the memories, how he saw those images, and heard those sounds. After listening, Bai Jie breathed a sigh of relief.
"It sounds like the sanatorium is a large secret realm of [Past Events·Hanging Lake], full of memories," Bai Jie said, "It won't cause any real harm to the players. Before entering the secret realm of Hanging Lake, they will indeed be unconscious for a while."
Tu Cheng: "Why build this secret lake?"
Bai Jie: "In order to preserve important memories, they must like the mentally retarded patient very much and want to record every bit of information about him. However, activating the secret realm requires certain conditions. The boss did not do anything, so why was he able to activate the secret realm..."
As he spoke, Bai Jie fell into deep thought. He also pulled out a notebook filled with Esperanto language and looked up the common conditions for activating the secret realm. While flipping through the notes, he muttered quietly:
"Why can the secret realm be activated... Using the scroll doesn't make sense. Touching the key props doesn't make sense. We've also touched the things that the boss has touched. The person in the Xuanhu secret realm entering the secret realm doesn't make sense. 100 years ago, Meng Tang's great grandfather was still an embryo..."
Bai Jie couldn't figure out the reason and slammed his notebook shut. "Let's not worry about that for now. The good news is that maintaining the secret realm of [Past Events·Hanging Lake] requires a constant supply of space-time energy. This large secret realm has not dissipated in 100 years, which means that there is probably a narrow door in the secret realm, and the narrow door provides energy for the secret realm!"
After hearing that nothing happened after entering the secret realm, Gao Mengtang breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard that there was a narrow door in the sanatorium, he was delighted and searched the room more actively.
The [key] to the narrow door was usually hidden very secretly, and they searched every corner.
"I don't know how Awei is doing." Gao Mengtang said gloomily, "Bai Ke and the others will definitely make things difficult for Weiwei. I lost my phone in deep space and I can't send a message to Awei."
*
Cliff House, Shortine Private Residences.
Most of the participants of the Ancient God Religion Universal Conference on Religious Conversion were teleported here from the Xiao family's ancient house via the teleportation array. After a short rest, the sky suddenly brightened.
Bai Ke had not slept all night and looked tired. He wandered anxiously on the staircase platform, looking at Xiao Tien's bedroom from time to time. The bedroom door opened and Bai Shu walked out. Bai Ke immediately asked, "Father, how is the situation?"
"Chief Xiao wants to pry open Wei Wei's mouth. He allows torture, no matter how cruel, as long as Wei Wei is still alive." Bai Shu said, "Chief Xiao must make Wei Wei stand up and destroy Gao Mengtang's reputation."
Bai Ke was so anxious that he said, "Torture? How long will the interrogation take? How long will it take to kill him?"
"We definitely can't kill him now." Bai Shu shook his head.
"Why? The longer the night, the more dreams there are. What if, I mean what if," Bai Ke's Adam's apple rolled, "What if Wei Wei escapes? With his character and methods, how can we survive?"
When the transmission channel was broken, He Luo was turned into jelly fragments all over the ground, but He Luo did not die and had a strong self-healing ability. Wei Wei was just temporarily in a weak state.
The day when He Luo completes his self-repair, the Bai family will definitely be in trouble.
Gao Mengtang has been sucked into the void and there is no chance of survival. If we don't kill Wei Wei, wouldn't it be like cutting the grass without removing the root, which will leave endless troubles?
He was already dead, so what if he had some influence? Why did Chief Xiao still hold on to Gao Mengtang?
"Patriarch Xiao!" Bai Shu lowered his voice very low, as if he was afraid that the little bugs around him would hear him and tell on him. "Patriarch Xiao would never allow anyone to gain a higher reputation than the Half-Dead. He has an almost morbid obsession with the Half-Dead."
Bai Mingzhi combed her curly hair: "I understand, because I have been a fan of stars. Fanatic fans cannot stand anyone being more popular than their own brother, and will do everything they can to dig up dirt on the other star."
This is even more puzzling.
Xiao Tien’s age remains a mystery. Some say he is only in his 20s, some say he has lived for hundreds of years, and some say he has lived for more than a thousand years... In short, is it possible that Chief Xiao, who is the center of attention, is a childish fan?
When he thought about how Wei Wei was still alive and well and couldn't be killed, Bai Ke's heart started beating up and down. He couldn't feel at ease at all and started to speak without restraint: "Ancient God! Even if Gao Mengtang has more followers than the half-dead, so what? Just convert them to the blind. Anyway, he, the clan leader Xiao, has the strength and is still the clan leader..."
Before he could finish his words, Bai Shu and Bai Mingzhi hurriedly covered his mouth.
"I don't want to live anymore!"
"I've said it before, Patriarch Xiao has a morbid obsession with the half-dead! If there is only one believer of the half-dead left in the world, it's him, Xiao Ti'en." Bai Mingzhi said in a low voice.
During the conversation, they came to the interrogation room. Bai Ke was so angry that he smashed his gloves on the table and said, "I'll go pry Wei's mouth open first."
The door opened, and Wei Wei, who was resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes. He was still tied to the chair.
"Do you know about Lingchi?" Bai Ke's expression had changed. He became cold and stern. He hid his fear perfectly.
Wei Wei raised his eyes and stared at him expressionlessly. That calm look made Bai Ke even more unsure.
"Lingchi slowly removes the prisoner's muscles until he bleeds to death. This wonderful torture gave me inspiration," Bai Ke inserted his fingers into Wei Wei's hair, forcing him to look up. "I invented a new punishment that suits you very well. I call it Flow, Water, Fall, and Flower."
Wei Wei still didn't react at all. He looked at Bai Ke with an expression that said "I'll just watch your performance quietly."
Bai Ke sneered cruelly: "The so-called flowing water and falling flowers means that a complete person will wither away bit by bit like colorful falling flowers. First, your fingers will be cut off, then your palms, then your forearms, then your entire arms, then your feet, calves, and thighs. In the end, only the torso will be left. Just like falling flowers, only the withered and yellow stems are left."
After a long silence, Wei Wei still didn't respond, but his breathing became a little harder, as if someone was strangling him. Bai Ke could see that Wei Wei was scared, but Bai Ke was not happy at all. He was more worried about what would happen to him, Bai Ke, if Wei Wei escaped...
"Bai Ke, you guys are really, abnormal. You are indeed a group of cult psychopaths," Wei Wei said calmly, "If I were you, I would kill you directly instead of playing these fancy tricks."
Do you think I don't want to kill you directly? Bai Ke roared in his heart.
He hid his emotions very well: "You refuse to admit that Gao Mengtang is a heretic, a devil, and you refuse to admit that he is extremely cruel. Fine, then I will pluck a petal from you every 30 minutes. Let the executioner come in."
The door was opened again, and a black robot made up of many gears and exhaust pipes creaked up behind Bai Ke.
Luca followed in tremblingly: "Bai Ke, how about you reconsider it? My robot is a chef, not a torture device. Wei Wei is a good person..."
"Stop talking nonsense! Activate the robot!" Bai Ke roared.
Luca shuddered and pressed the start button reflexively. The robot holding the kitchen knife raised the blade, and a cold light flashed.
The index and middle fingers of his left hand fell to the ground. The broken fingers were covered with a layer of dark green film, but not much blood was shed. Wei Wei groaned and clenched his teeth tightly.
"I'll come to visit you in the afternoon." Bai Ke patted Wei Wei's head. Before leaving the interrogation room, he stepped on the two broken fingers with his shiny leather shoes and crushed them hard.
Luca was about to cry: "Mr. Wei, I, you, oh, don't blame me, I respect you very much." He looked around while speaking and quickly mouthed: I am trying every possible way to contact Gao Mengtang, you must hold on.
Wei Wei's pale eyelids were like a piece of nearly transparent oil paper. He breathed steadily and said softly, "Please tell Bai Ke that he'd better kill me as soon as possible, otherwise, I will make him regret coming into this world."
*
Gao Mengtang was concentrating on finding the props to open the narrow door. When he thought of Wei Wei being in danger and his life or death uncertain, he had no desire to explore the past of the sanatorium, but he still forced himself into the secret realm again and again.
"Drink Schisandra chinensis water, it helps you sleep. You will sleep soundly after drinking it."
The patient possessed by Gao Mengtang took the cup of water and said in an unskilled common language: "I am not, kid."
"Okay, big boy, drink it." The doctor rubbed his head, which made the patient frown.
The patient took a sip of the sweet and sour Schisandra chinensis water and said, "Wise King Eleven, He..."
"We haven't found him yet. What did the Eleventh Wise King do that makes you want to find him so much?"
"He, doubt, creation... also kills, destroys..." The patient was limited by language and could not express his thoughts. He mumbled for a long time, and the doctor did not understand. Soon, the patient switched to another language and spoke a long paragraph fluently and smoothly.
The doctor listened quietly, his eyes widened, he was extremely surprised, and answered something in a strange language.
Gao Mengtang, who was trapped in the secret world, was also surprised: the language spoken by the patient was the language of the other world!
Gao Mengtang didn't understand, but he could figure out from some words. The long conversation afterwards was all in Esperanto, and Gao Mengtang tried his best to remember the pronunciation.
"Okay, I will report this news to the Governor of Epiphyllum Ridge," the doctor finally switched back to the common language and patted the patient's head again, "Good boy, have a good rest."
Who is this patient? Gao Mengtang wanted to see his face very much. At this time, the patient stood up and put the water cup on the table. In the mirror not far away, his silhouette flashed.
The secret realm ends.
Bai Jie and Tu Cheng were drinking spirit recovery potions. When they saw Gao Mengtang wake up, they asked hurriedly, "What happened?"
"!@￥￥~&，()!@&*@#" Gao Mengtang tried his best to repeat the pronunciation of a few words, "What does this mean?"
Bai Jie tried to understand for a while, then shook his head regretfully: "I don't understand."
The tones of Esperanto are complex, and the meaning can be completely different if a swallow or a transposition is wrong.
But the patient mentioned "Wise King Eleven".
The secret in Wei Xiangchen's heart is: entering the Epiphyllum Ridge Sanatorium was the most wrong decision I have ever made in my life...The Black Tower Game is the chess game set up by the Eleventh Wise King.
The secret place of the past in the sanatorium is probably not just a place to preserve beautiful memories. It must contain a very dark secret...
Gao Mengtang shook his head, temporarily putting aside all these complicated thoughts. He decided to find a way to leave first.
When entering the study, Gao Mengtang's body went limp and he fell forward. Bai Jie and Tu Cheng hurriedly supported him.
…
At the desk, the patient was writing in his diary with his head bowed, mixing Esperanto and common language.
The sound of two people talking came from outside the window: "You have to work overtime today, so leave later."
"No, boss. There's a gas leak in my house tonight. I have to go home early."
"Well then," the leader said, "I'll find another person to work at the nursing home."
"To a nursing home?! Boss, I volunteer to work overtime. The nursing home is my home."
"The gas is not leaking?"
"Hehe," the employee of Tanhualing rubbed his hands and glanced through the window at the person who was writing in the diary. "The visitor from the other world is so handsome, who wouldn't want to interact with him more? That's called overtime, that's called watching handsome men with pay. As for the gas leak, it can be delayed. It won't be too late for it to leak when you let me go to the laboratory on duty."
The leader sneered. He knocked on the window of the study and said, "A visitor from the other world, did you hear that? They like you so much. It's not okay to keep calling him a visitor from the other world. Let's give him a name from the outer world today."
Time passed faster and in the blink of an eye, it was dark. The patient seemed to have night vision and was still writing and drawing in the dark. Gao Mengtang could not see the contents of the notebook clearly.
"Little handsome boy?" A group of medical staff rushed in. "We will give you a name from the outer world, following the surname of our Epiphyllum Ridge Governor Black Crow, okay?"
The patient looked up and asked, "What's my name?"
Gao Mengtang felt that the voice was very familiar... He wanted to see the patient's face, but there was no mirror in the room and he couldn't get out of the patient's body.
The medical staff turned on the light and wrote three words on the patient's notebook: Black Banquet Starts.
"Well, I like it very much."
The lights came on, and Gao Mengtang finally saw clearly the contents of the open notebook. It was a pencil drawing, which turned out to be a sketch of Li Mo's scroll.
The patient possessed by him wrote a line of words next to Li Mo's sketch, stroke by stroke, diligently and seriously: Unfinished painting - The Black Feast Begins.
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