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Because the five cards are drawn at random, it doesn't really matter who corresponds to which color.
The Memory Master completely abandoned the names of the five people and only associated the colors with the two sentences on the card.
Red is the shortest two sentences, which can be summarized as "I am human".
Yellow is the most unsettling, expressing “I am being targeted by a fake person.”
Blue is full of self-doubt, "I suspect I have been replaced by a fake person."
Green is willing to learn and is "a pseudo-human who replaces humans and tries hard to be human."
As Green's second sentence says, black should forget that he is a fake person and regard himself as a "perfect person".
They were given role cards and were asked to perform in a skit, with everyone having a preconceived notion that it was a dialogue between five characters.
It’s not without hints. The concept of “ring” is the biggest clue, suggesting that they connect the five colors together:
I am a human being, but I was targeted by a fake person. After a while, I suspected that I was replaced by a fake person. The fake person replaced me and started to work hard to learn how to be a human being. I found a way to forget that I was a fake person, and I became a complete person.
This is the meaning of the circle. Five cards with five colors do not represent five characters. They play a role in multiple people.
Five people play five different roles of one character, interpreting the process of transformation from a human to a pseudo-human.
More subtly, the ring starts from any point without affecting the overall story.
Assume the ring starts with green:
I am a fake person, I replaced a person, but I was troubled by how to act like a person. I found a good way to completely forget that I am a fake person and become a real person. I am a person, and I was targeted by a fake person...
When a pseudo-person completely forgets that he is a pseudo-person, then he is a human being, and he will be replaced by the next pseudo-person who targets him.
After falling into an infinite loop, it no longer matters whether it is a pseudo-person or a human, and the original question is solved: pseudo-person = human.
After explaining all this, the illusionist continued to say to Baicha:
"If we follow the logic of the script, we are all fake people. There is no fake person killing people. There must be a reason for Jing Ke's death. There must be another real culprit in this fake person incident."
"Bai Cha, help me push the cabinet open. I'll take you out to catch the murderer."
Although Bai Cha didn't fully understand, he temporarily gave up the concept of a fake person. He pushed the cabinet and asked: "Who is the murderer?"
"I need to go to the scene of Jing Ke's fall again. Based on the current clues, I can conclude that it was Cuihua who killed Pingguo."
Bai Cha stopped pushing the cabinet, looked up and looked at her straight.
The illusionist responded to his gaze: "Cuihua is the A-lu in the group. She killed Apple, took Apple's phone, and has been pretending to be Apple."
"Why"
"In the group, only A-lu likes to add punctuation at the end of each sentence. Apple doesn't have this habit. In the chat record at 18:53 pm 7 days ago, Apple ended the chat with a period for the first time. That was sent by A-lu using Apple's account."
Bai Cha opened QQ with an incredible look and turned to the chat history from 7 days ago.
"Pingguo didn't commit suicide, Baicha." The illusionist stared into Baicha's eyes, "It was Cuihua who killed her and used some method to turn her into a mummy."
Bai Cha slowly raised his head from the screen, his handsome face glowing blue in the light, and he said: "There are no fake people, only murderers."
"Only the murderer." The Memory Master repeated, "Bai Cha, we have to work together to find a way out, report what happened today, and bring the murderer to justice."
Bai Cha's eyes were brighter than the light from the mobile phone screen. He pushed open the cabinet, opened the office door, and then hid behind the illusionist quietly like a deflated ball.
Cuihua was standing outside the door, no, she should be called A-lu.
A-Lu said, “I heard everything.”
The Memory Master said: "Bai Cha, why are you hiding? She is a human, a murderer, why are you so afraid of her?"
"I'm afraid she has a knife." Bai Cha awkwardly slipped out from behind the illusionist.
"I don't have a knife." A-Lu spread out his hands. "I'm definitely not an apple a day. Before Apple committed suicide, she found me and entrusted me with her account. She also asked me to post tonight's part-time job in a week."
The Memory Master was surprised: "You are putting all the blame on Apple."
Ah Lu ignored the illusionist and stared at Bai Cha: "Bai Cha, do you think the one next to you is Shan Shan Lai Chi?"
"What do you mean?" Bai Cha shuddered visibly.
"Is the resourceful and calm Sherlock Holmes next to you your Shan Shan Lai Chi? The cowardly Shan Shan Lai Chi who came from the mountains to study in Danjiang and was bullied by his roommate and boss, and only dared to speak ill of me behind my back with you?"
Bai Cha was stunned.
"There is a way to verify whether she is late." A Lu's face under the mask seemed to smile.
The illusionist suddenly felt something was wrong: "Bai Cha, don't listen to her, think about the dead apple."
"Dead apple..." Bai Cha finally remembered something, and asked the illusionist, "What are the two principles of free fall?"
The Memory Master was silent.
"Look, she can't explain it. She's a fake person." A-Lu took a step back. "Bai Cha, her seemingly logical analysis is deceiving you."
The illusionist took a deep breath and said, "It will definitely succeed this time. If it doesn't succeed, it's better not to die."
A-Lu took another step back: "What else?"
Ren Shanshan! The illusionist screamed wildly in my head, Ren Shanshan, tell me what else is there
Ren Shanshan didn't respond and Bai Cha's face turned pale.
"We must not implicate others." Finally, Bai Cha moved his lips and revealed the second principle.
He said: "Apple is the best person I have ever met. She doesn't want anyone to die. Building a group is like building a home. Only those who share the same ideals can enter the home."
"The two principles of free fall are the questions before joining the group. If you don't answer them correctly, you can't join. It turns out that you are a fake person."
The illusionist was about to go crazy. She explained tiredly: "There are no fake people."
Baicha was in a certain mood: "You actually killed Apple, didn't you?"
"Listen to me—"
A cold light flashed before his eyes, and the illusionist's words came to an abrupt end.
The illusionist raised her hand to block the knife that A-Lu was trying to stab at her. The knife pierced her forearm but did not hit any vital parts.
"Run!" Ali said sternly.
Bai Cha's legs received the order before he did, and he ran out of the office first, with A Lu following closely with a knife drawn.
The illusionist wanted to chase after him, but the cold pressure between his arms was soon replaced by severe pain.
The pain from the hole overwhelmed the stabbing toothache and the dull pain from the electric wire cutting into the skin around my waist.
Amid the constant pain, the illusionist heard a loud thud of something heavy falling from the direction of the deep pit, followed by the sound of unhurried footsteps.
White tea is dead.
The illusionist fell to her knees in pain. With trembling hands, she first took off her glasses and mask, then tore and bit off her gloves, and clasped her hands together tightly.
The footsteps that belong only to the winner are getting closer and closer. It’s A-Lu.
A-Lu walked up to the illusionist and gently tapped her shoulder with the tip of his shoe.
In the small office, A-Lu looked down at the illusionist and said, "You are the only one left."
The illusionist raised his head, revealing a face with dislocated features: "You are looking for a fake person"
“Aaaaaaaa——”
A Lu was so scared that he fainted.
The illusionist couldn't wait to take off A-lu's mask, but was stopped by a voice: "Sister, don't touch her."
The person standing at the door to stop her was Bai Cha.
The Memory Master's mind went blank.
Bai Cha strode over the unconscious A-Lu, picked up the illusionist on the ground, turned around and ran away.
The Memory Master forgot what he wanted to say.
When they ran to the pit, Bai Cha put the Memory Master down and asked, "Sister, why did your face become like this? Is it your superpower?"
He spoke as if he had seen Ren Shanshan's appearance.
Bai Cha took the mask from the Memory Master's hand, tore it into long strips, and used them as bandages to tightly bind the wound on the Memory Master's arm.
"Let's stay away from A-Lu. She just lied and said she didn't have a knife. She clearly had the knife tucked behind her waist."
The bandage was quickly tied, and Bai Cha asked again: "Does it still hurt?"
The illusionist pulled at his cheek with his good hand.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”
Bai Cha shouted exaggeratedly, as if trying to make the Memory Master laugh by showing off.
The Memory Master didn't fall for it: "What happened after you and A-Lu ran away?"
"She told me that the way out was at the bottom of the pit, and that I was a fake person who was deceiving everyone. There was actually an underground river at the bottom of the pit, and I could escape by jumping in and following the river."
"How could I believe her and not you? I pretended to jump down, but I actually used my fingers to hook the wall of the cave and pretended to die in front of her. Then I followed her quietly, and wanted to appear behind her and knock her out when she wasn't paying attention."
Bai Cha proudly held onto the cave wall and demonstrated his escape skills to the illusionist.
What was the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground just now?
The illusionist said calmly: "Bai Cha, you didn't even dare to cross the steel bar next to you before."
Bai Cha poked half of his head out of the pit and looked at her with his head slightly tilted. The illusionist was also observing Bai Cha.
A flash of lightning streaked across the night sky outside the window, illuminating Bai Cha's face. He was still as handsome and youthful as ever.
The color of his pupils was extremely light, so light that when illuminated by the moonlight, they looked like amber filled with liquid, flowing slightly in his eyes.
There is no secret hidden in such a light color. Bai Cha was watched calmly by the illusionist, without moving a muscle.
In an instant, the illusionist figured everything out.
In the memetic contamination story, when Ren Shanshan heard the memory master say "they gave up on you", she immediately believed that the memory master was deceiving her.
The reason why the amnesiac was exposed was not because Liu Tianyi had no superpowers and was not valued by the organization, but because the amnesiac said the wrong thing.
The word "they" shows that the illusionist had no idea who Ren Shanshan's collaborators were. She thought that the collaborators included at least Teacher Li and Wang Yue.
In fact, there is only one person from beginning to end, and that person is the Swordsman. The Swordsman's superpower is appearance replication, and he can completely transform into the appearance of another person.
He is the teacher Li who took the key in the meme pollution story, and he is Wang Yue who pretends to be a fake person.
In this strange story, he is the male manager who lured the security guard Old Wu away from the mountain, he is Jing Ke who hosted the script-killing game, and he is also Bai Cha who came back to life in front of him.
Jing Ke, what a good name, an ancient swordsman.
The illusionist smiled and said, "Come up and sit here."
She patted the spot next to her gently, and Baicha came over like a puppy.
They sat side by side at the edge of the pit, and Bai Cha stared into the deep pit with the Memory Master.
Not long after, a yellow light appeared at the bottom of the pit, brighter than the previous two times.
The Memory Master asked calmly: "Why is the golden cup shining?"
"Who knows." Bai Cha shook her legs gently like a child.
"You are a swordsman, you know." The illusionist touched the nose on her left cheek. She had no intention of putting her facial features back in place.
Bai Cha turned to look at her: "Why is it me, the swordsman?"
"Who knows?" the Memory Master replied.
Bai Cha was obviously excited: "Change the question, why am I a swordsman?"
The two sentences mean the same thing, but they are two completely different questions.
The former is that the amnesiac knows that there is a superpowered criminal codenamed Swordsman, and she thinks Bai Cha is the Swordsman.
The latter was a memory master who saw Bai Cha in front of him and immediately recognized that he was a swordsman.
The actual situation is the former, but the illusionist wants to pretend to be the latter. She wants to get some information from the swordsman.
The Memory Master remained silent, so the Swordsman took the initiative to explain: "The Holy Grail glows because it detects our superpowers."
"Why was I assigned the role of a host? Is the transformation of Apple's corpse into a mummy related to the Holy Grail?"
The swordsman smiled and said, "It's your turn to answer me, but I can answer you first as a gift to you."
"When you passed the steel bars for the first time, I saw the Holy Grail light up. I knew you had superpowers, and I was worried that you would die too quickly, so I gave you an identity first. Apple's mummy is indeed related to the Holy Grail. She is a person with superpowers."
"So only people with super powers are worthy of being your allies."
"You seem to know a lot." The swordsman stopped smiling.
"The Holy Grail is not used to test me." The Memory Master asked in a declarative tone, "Is it used to test A-Lu?"
"You're not asking a question, you're answering yourself." The swordsman said disapprovingly.
The Memory Master continued, "A-Lu is a part-time publisher. She wants to do an experiment to see if we can, after playing the pseudo-human test, see the person we miss first, and then die silently after seven days, as the game says."
"But she didn't expect you to make things so complicated." The illusionist pointed to one side of the pit. "After Jing Ke faked his death, she stood there and cried, 'This is not what we agreed on!'"
"She didn't expect you to die, nor did she expect the door to be sealed, and she didn't expect the mute to be a real lunatic who killed Whiskey without a care in the world."
"It's not an experiment, it's an interview." Jianxia said with a smile, "I'm considered an HR."
The swordsman was very sorry: "But she lied to me, she doesn't have any super powers."
"An interview to cause the deaths of four people. This is the ceremony to join your organization. Is that nun watching too?"
The swordsman did not hide his surprise: "What are you talking about? Why do you know so much?"
"Answer me." The illusionist said stubbornly.
The swordsman shook his head: "I have answered enough questions, it's your turn to answer me."
The illusionist rested for a while. The pain and blood loss made her feel bad. She said slowly:
"I saw two marks on the cave wall near the conference room door."
"Wait, that's not what I want to ask." The swordsman interrupted her, "But go ahead, I like to see your reasoning."
The Memory Master continued:
"Your method of faking your death is very advanced. The two traces are the only evidence left."
"During the first ten minutes that the five of us were waiting in the utility room, you covered yourself in blood and dust, and then set up the time-delay device."
"You connected two heavy office chairs with a rope, one fell into the pit, and the other remained in the conference room. The one in the pit was tied with a knot, corresponding to the deep scar; the one in the conference room was tied with a slipknot."
"Leave a long line at the end of the slipknot that can reach the bottom of the pit. This is the origin of the shallow mark. You close the door of the conference room, put the long line into the deep pit, then lock the door of the stairwell and run all the way downstairs."
"During the three minutes you went downstairs, the chair suspended in the pit kept pulling the chairs in the conference room, making a harsh friction sound, giving us the illusion that you were still in the conference room."
"After three minutes, you reach the bottom of the pit, pull the long line to untie the noose, and let the chair and the rope fall down together, while screaming and pretending to be pushed down by the fake person."
"The sound of the chair falling in the pit made us think you fell in, and the sound of the chair hitting the door in the conference room made us think the murderer was in the house."
"Retrieve the rope, lie down at the bottom of the pit, and pretend to be a corpse while I take pictures."
"Your technique is delicate enough, but the two marks, one deep and one shallow, are too obvious."
"Pa, pa, pa—" the swordsman clapped his hands happily, "What a brilliant deduction, absolutely correct!"
Another flash of lightning flashed outside the window. The swordsman faced the lightning and looked at the illusionist without blinking.
He said: "Unfortunately, that's not what I wanted to ask."
"What do you want to ask?"
"I'm sorry, I lied to you again." The swordsman apologized first, "The function of the Holy Grail is not to detect superpowers."
Lightning flashed on his face like a game of hide-and-seek. His eyes remained wide open, his amber pupils unaffected by the light changes. He said quietly:
"Its function is to record all facts, real or imaginary, and my question is - is this an imaginary world?"
Thunder roared like a war drum, and in an instant heavy rain poured down.
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