Seven years ago, Qisi was fifteen years old and in the third grade of junior high school like Lu Ming.
At that time, he had not yet transferred to a junior high school in the countryside, but was studying in a private middle school in Jiangcheng. He was the most unpopular child among the crowd and the isolated "black sheep" in the group.
As the world's will to reject the uninvited guests, malice and rejection formed the entirety of his memory like a jigsaw puzzle, and they only increased as he grew older.
He is like a rat that wanders into the city, or a flying insect that suddenly appears in a greenhouse. People hate his existence, but they inevitably pay too much attention to him.
While they expressed their disdain for him, they also watched his every move in order to ridicule him. A familiar environment is conducive to digging into other people's past, not to mention that the event is too famous and those involved do not hide it.
The various deeds of Zeiss were circulated among the students, and soon most of the students in the school knew that the solitary, gloomy and lonely young man was a unique monster.
Not only does he often go to mental hospitals for treatment and likes to read bloody and dark books, he is also burdened with a disaster curse that killed a former "friend".
Most children at this age have a curious mind. When they hear rumors that they think are novel, they will spread them among themselves by word of mouth. Some of them are bold enough to get close to Qisi and deliberately talk loudly.
"Everyone, stay away from Qiss. He is a disaster. Everyone who gets close to him will have a bad end. Haven't you heard? His best friend in elementary school died miserably!"
"Who doesn't know? What a big deal! It took me a full week to find him. All the skin and flesh were gone, leaving only some broken bones, as if he had been eaten by a monster..."
"I've seen photos of the scene, and it's so miserable! After the luminol reagent was sprinkled, the blue circle on the ground was filled with blood, which looked like a cult altar. It was really weird!"
The more the teenagers talked, the more detailed they became, as if they had been to the scene in person and seen the whole thing.
Describing the tragic death of his friend in front of others is undoubtedly a kind of bad cruelty, and it is bound to arouse fear and sadness in the other person before he is willing to stop.
Ziss, who killed and ate his "friends" with his own hands, just sat quietly, looking down at the book in his hand, and casually making notes in the black notebook next to him.
The hostility exerted by his peers and the disgust expressed by strangers overwhelmed all kindness, tenderness and love, and constituted his earliest recognition of emotions, which was more common than the wet ground after rain or the fallen leaves on the ground after the wind.
He cannot understand the morality of universal values, nor can he put into practice the empathy that is unique to human groups, just like animals such as sheep, which can safely abandon their companions to predators and eat them senselessly next to their corpses. Grass.
But Zis is not a sheep, he is more like an incomplete mirror that can only reflect black, white and gray, almost instinctively reflecting all the sins and injuries he has suffered.
"Lu Li from the high school department is so close to Qisi all day long. He doesn't know when something bad will happen, and it looks like he will die a bad death, right?" Someone said in a gloating tone, winking at Qisi.
Another person pretended to be telling a secret: "Do you think that the dead child was killed by Qiss? He read those messy books all day long. He will definitely be a criminal when he grows up, right?"
Zis wrote down new names and flashes of inspiration in his notebook, closed the book in his hand, calmly raised his eyes and looked at the speaker, and asked: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
At that time, he had not fully grasped the behavioral patterns of the human species, so he was somewhat curious about some words and deeds that were difficult to understand, and he did not hesitate to ask questions with an open mind.
But the other party only thought that he was provoking, picked up his collar and threw him against the wall, cursing: "What are you pretending to be? Who are you trying to scare? You make it look like who is afraid of you!"
Qisi felt a little uncomfortable being pushed, and frowned slightly, but he also completed the missing piece of judgment on people's hearts in the palace of thinking.
He smelled the fear and the pretentious look, so he gently brushed the man's hand away, revealing his white teeth and smiling like a ghost.
The friction quickly spread and became a new after-dinner topic.
Students in the third grade of junior high school are faced with the pressure of being diverted. The crossroads in life and the uncertainty of the future make them anxious all day long.
They need to vent, and they need a target as a tool to unite the group, as if as long as everyone says the same thing and does the same thing, they will not fall out of the group.
The students taunted Ziss over and over, threw rubbish on his seat, scratched his desk, chairs and stationery with knives, bumped into him casually on the road, and once even pushed him down the stairs.
The body was falling, the sound of broken wind passed by his ears, and a figure in a red suit and trousers hung on the ceiling, looking down, and time and space froze for a moment.
The man had a face exactly like his, looked at him with interest, and asked: "If I said I could solve all the problems you encounter, would you be willing to pray to me?"
Qisi looked at the man and saw the shadows of trees and vines growing in his scarlet eyes.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I am you." The man put his index finger to his lips and replied with a smile, "The other me, when you feel pain, I will come out to find you."
Qisi's back fell to the ground, and his spine and flesh were painful from the impact. He heard the high-pitched screams of people nearby, the unclear inquiries from students in the distance, and the malicious laughter of the instigator.
The blue and white color blocks of the school uniform and the black heads of the crowd swarmed in front of his eyes, forming a vast sea of cold colors. What flashed back in his mind was the bloody scene that was about to happen. The bright and colorful death scene flashed back in front of his eyes, and he couldn't even breathe. The air becomes warmer.
He couldn't see the faces of those people clearly, or the specific details of those people never stayed in his memory.
The Slaughterer did not deliberately remember the image of the lamb. He did not tell any adults what happened to him at school, and he was planning a seamless and trouble-free revenge.
"I don't feel pain, and I don't want to pray to you." Qisi looked up at the sky and made a calm judgment, "You appear here with such an image and words. I can easily think of the seductive and depraved figure in the legend. The evil god has to be more cautious."
The man in red smiled happily: "There is nothing wrong with this. Since I am still living in this world, it means that you do not need to pray to any gods.
"But I believe that when I see you next time, you will need my help."
His figure shattered into sharp blocks of color like mirror fragments, disappearing into a crowd of cold tones.
Zisi has been associated with ghosts since he was a child, and that nightmare and hallucination-like encounter never left a deep mark on his heart.
At that time, he was opening the first grand performance in his life, like a naughty boy who was about to destroy an ant's nest, or a child who was about to knock down the castle on the beach. His mind was filled with the shocking destruction that was about to happen, and there was no room for anything else.
First, a girl lost her footing and fell from the building after being drunk on the rooftop because she was under too much pressure to enter a higher education. Then, several boys skipped class and went swimming in the river, but were swept into the drainage outlet by a sudden malfunction of the sluice gate.
In the end, hundreds of people fell down due to food poisoning, and the Public Security Bureau urgently intervened, only to find out that the supplier had added rat poison to the opponent's raw materials due to business competition.
Although the fifteen-year-old Zisi has little experience and still doesn't understand much, he has been able to touch people's hearts without leaving any trace.
Age has also become a good cover. No one could have imagined that so many vicious events would be related to a usually silent young man.
Now that he was thinking about the past, some parts of Qisi's memory were touched again.
He suddenly remembered that the god who had given him a fire, the god who had rescued him from the pit, the god who had loomed in his dreams... all seemed to be that figure in red, claiming to be "the other one" his" existence.
And what he is playing now is the seductive and depraved evil god, who is about to ask for sacrifices and prayers from others.
"Lu Ming, what are you planning to offer as a sacrifice, and how can you pray for help from me?" Qisi asked with a smile as the outline gradually became clearer in the thick fog.
Lu Ming's thin and pale figure walked towards Qisi, his dark eyes without white eyes looked directly at Qisi.
He said word by word: "The game will continue, and the restrictions will no longer exist." The bright red prayer belts all over the sky drooped like blood vessels, and the golden writing on them flowed like life.
The faded prayer ribbons that sunk on the ground melted into mud, and the blood-colored Bianhua flowers grew in full swing, spitting out golden stamens.
The red lines flow and weave into lines of text:
[Game name: "Escape from Rabbit God Town"]
[Mission goal: Prevent Reiko from being selected by the Rabbit God]
【Warm reminder: Beware of rabbits】
[Save points: ① "Suspicious Question"; ② Reiko's Rabbit God Mask; ③ Reiko's Prayer Belt]
[The game process was unexpectedly interrupted last time. Do you want to continue the game? 】
Qisi looked at Lu Ming through the text in front of him and understood that the other party had a rough idea of what he was seeking, and the enemy of his enemy was often his friend. There was no mistake in this point.
He chuckled and said, "Yes."
[The third episode of "Escape from Usagi Kamachi" continues]
The fog around me became thicker and thicker, and a white moon hung high in the night sky, casting an icy glow. After the scene of Hope Middle School was flipped, it was the mountains and forests of Usagiami Town.
In front of Qisi, Reiko's corpse had its eyes wide open, the protruding rabbit face slowly shrank back, the short-haired beard and fangs gradually receded, leaving the girl's beautiful face.
There was no blood, no wounds, it seemed like it was just a corpse playing the role of the frightened dead in a musical, or perhaps it was trapped in a long and deep dream.
The murderer took two steps back, looking innocent and harmless, and quietly read the newly refreshed handwritten text.
[Obtain save point ④ Reiko’s death]
[In order to prevent Reiko from being chosen by the Rabbit God, you killed Reiko. The body that dies before the Rabbit God Festival naturally cannot become the Rabbit God's body.
[But the Rabbit God Festival must be carried out as scheduled. After Reiko dies, a new child must be chosen as a sacrifice, and you are the "child most like the Rabbit God"...]
In the [Current Task] column, the original text quietly faded away, and the newly emerged text was clearly [Participate in the Fireworks Festival in Seven Days], which was the same as the main task.
There were dots of firelight swaying in the distance. Qisi glanced at it and saw that his line of sight was blocked by heavy trees. There was only a figure moving among the dark green.
The fat little Kurokawa Akira who had disappeared staggered out.
"Lingzi, Xiaoqi, are you okay?" He shouted breathlessly as he ran, "It's so scary, so... so many ghosts!"
Qisi lowered his head to look at the body on the ground and said calmly: "I'm fine, it's just that Reiko suddenly fell down. I don't know what happened."
The little fat man ran a few steps quickly, squatted down in front of Lingzi's body, stretched out his hand to sniff, and his fat face, which was blown red by the wind, suddenly lost all color: "Ling...Lingzi, she..."
"What's wrong with Reiko?" a distant voice asked in an anxious tone.
The little fat man cried sadly and gritted his teeth: "She is dead..."
The fire in the deep forest gradually approached, and accompanied by the sound of messy footsteps, a group of people holding open fire came through the forest to cut leaves.
Qisi turned sideways, facing away from the light behind him, which perfectly obscured his calm expression.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. The adults in short kimonos held torches and surrounded the two bodies in the center.
The flames flickered, the light and shadow were mottled, and a small night scene appeared liquid, twisting around the torch like an unstable dream.
The leader was a burly man with a straight face, and Qiss learned his identity from the prompt text that appeared above his head - the head of the Kurokawa family.
He stood next to Reiko's body, his expression becoming more and more solemn: "What happened? Why are you here? Why did Reiko die?"
A total of twenty people came this time. It must have been the head of the Kurokawa family who hurried over with his retainers after discovering that his son was missing.
At this moment, the accompanying retainers looked at Reiko's body on the ground and looked at each other in shock.
"How did she die? Did the Rabbit God hurt her?"
"But there were no injuries on her body. She seemed to be asleep. How did she die?"
"Poor child, died at this time..."
The head of the Kurokawa family walked up to the little fat man, stretched out his hand to hold his shoulders, and said coldly: "Kurokawa Akira, you are spoiled by your mother, and you are too lawless. What is going on, you must tell me here. Clear.”
The little fat man was so anxious that he almost cried. He kept looking at Qisi: "I don't know anything! After the fog started, I saw a lot of ghosts, so I ran towards home, and then I met you... It was Shichiro who had been With Reiko! ”
Everyone's eyes turned to Qisi, waiting for his answer.
Qisi raised his eyelids without changing his expression: "I don't know what happened. Many faces suddenly flew out of the mist just now, claiming to be the children who died in the Rabbit God Festival. They danced around Reiko and sang the songs of the Rabbit God Festival. , after singing one song, Reiko collapsed."
The head of the Kurokawa family narrowed his small eyes and looked Qisi up and down: "You know everything?"
"Yes." Zeiss looked directly into his eyes, "I know that the Rabbit God was trapped in Rabbit God Town by our ancestors, so we had to fulfill our wishes; I also know that a child must be sacrificed every eighteen years as a means of imprisoning the Rabbit God. Only the container can maintain the seal. Not only me, but also Kurokawa Akira and Reiko.”
The expressions of the retainers became more melancholy, and now they began to talk openly.
"What can we do? Can we still hold this year's Rabbit God Festival?"
"It will definitely not be possible. The two-hundred-year-old foundation may be destroyed by our generation..."
"Yes, Reiko is dead, who else can serve as a container?"
The night wind blew the flames and jumped restlessly, the mist was swept into various scenery, the dancing ghosts gradually disappeared, and the pupils of Reiko's body were dilated.
Now that the children know the truth about the Rabbit God, how can they sincerely agree with the Rabbit God?
Reiko, who had already decided to sacrifice, died early. Who among Kurokawa Akira and Kanna Shichiro should sacrifice?
If this year's Rabbit God Festival fails, will the Rabbit God break free from human imprisonment and launch a crazy revenge?
In the stagnant atmosphere, Qisi said abruptly: "If you only need one container, I think I might be able to replace Reiko."
Under the flickering light of the fire, the young man’s eyebrows curved: “After all, I am the ‘child who most resembles the Rabbit God’, am I not?” (End of Chapter)