Chapter 108 Double Happiness Town (9) Precognitive Dream
The players discussed this incident, and it was already broad daylight.
Cold sunlight leaked into the room through the broken windows, casting a large white light and shadow on the ground.
Qisi stood by the window and looked toward the west wing. Red silk and paper-cut paper were sparsely covered with the entire wall, like scabs on the skin after burns.
Xi'er, dressed in a red wedding dress, climbed out of the door like a small animal and looked timidly at the room where the players lived.
She returned to her human state again, and the arms exposed from under the red sleeves showed a vivid flesh color, which was somewhat rosy by the fabric and the morning light.
“I always feel that this dungeon is very strange. The NPC is a ghost sometimes and a human being sometimes. I can’t tell whether he is alive or dead.” Li Yao silently approached Qisi from behind, “Double happiness, double happiness, as usual We need to divide the red and white things, but yesterday Mrs. Xu only mentioned the God of Joy, but didn’t mention the white things at all.” "Definitely alive, not necessarily dead." Liu Bingding expressed his opinion positively, "Is it possible that the dead can still live, so you don't value white things?"
Is this what he said? It is reasonable to speculate that it is more like telling a ghost story. Combined with the dreams of the players last night, it can easily lead to creepy conjectures.
Du Xiaoyu cursed "bad luck" while Shang Qingbei lowered his head and said nothing.
Qisi saw the performance of several people in his eyes and reviewed the known information in his mind.
In the dream, Xi'er who turned into a ghost appeared on the empty bed. After "Li Yao" was awakened, he also woke up. After testing Xi'er, he went out with "Li Yao".
If this is his dream, the logic behind it is problematic.
——Why did Li Yao wake up before him and make noise to wake him up?
——Why did Li Yao, who was farthest from Xi'er, wake up instead of Shang Qingbei, who was closest?
Also, how do you explain the inexplicable extra paper money on his body?
Qisi looked up at the pale sky and recalled: "Last night Xi'er appeared in my monk Qingbei's dream and asked for help. I think all of us can make two points clear. Conclusion: First, the God of Joy is not a good thing; second, Xi'er knows some secrets."
The players nodded in agreement.
Qisi glanced at everyone and asked with a smile: "Now I want to go to Xi'er's place to visit. Does anyone want to come with me?"
"Sister-in-law Xu said yesterday, Don't let us wander around so as not to bump into Xi'er." Shang Qingbei didn't want to be dragged out like in the dream. "I think this is one of the rules of this dungeon. If we violate it, something will happen."
"There is no room for maneuver if there are no rules written in black and white. I just went to chat with Xi'er, how can I say that I bumped into her?" Qisi stroked his fingers, his tone was particularly sincere.
If I didn’t know the inside story, I might actually believe it when I hear this.
The players were stunned and did not try to dissuade him any more.
Qi Siwu pushed the door open and walked out. Seeing that no one had any intention of following him, he sighed helplessly.
After stepping into the west wing where the ground was covered with red paper, there was no trace of regret on his face.
The chain of suspicion exists objectively. Most human beings are rebellious and are not afraid to assume the greatest malice of others.
If he went there without saying a word, there might be one or two players following him quietly, wanting to get some information; but he made it clear that he wanted to take people with him, so the players naturally murmured in their hearts. , suspecting that he wanted to find a scapegoat.
Qisi walked forward silently, stood next to the girl in the wedding dress, and softly called "Xi'er".
Hearing the sound, the girl raised her head and stared blankly at the young man standing in the morning light. No one's shadow was reflected in her blank pupils.
Chis crouched down and leaned closer, his voice gentle and gentle: "Human beings are always accustomed to exchanging individual sacrifices for collective interests. No matter how small the cost is to an individual, it is heartbreaking enough. No one Be able to put yourself in someone else’s shoes and understand your pain.”
"Every forty-nine years, a girl is selected, let her wear a wedding dress, die at the most glorious time, and her body is sunk in the well. The strongest resentment melts into the water, providing the whole town with a steady stream of wealth. With one person From a utilitarian point of view, this is a very good deal.”
“But I am not a utilitarian, and I am disgusted with this idea of sacrificing one person and benefiting the majority. After all, you have never enjoyed the benefits of sacrifice, but what you lose is something real, something you once or now have. This transaction is not only unprofitable, but also a loss."
Xi'er's eyes had no luster, like a stone unable to communicate.
Qisi smiled, pulled out a blade from the silver bracelet on his right wrist, and stuffed it into the girl's hand without leaving any trace: "In my opinion, everyone should have the ability to decide their own destiny. Rights - People may not be able to decide how they live, but they can at least decide when they want to die, right? "
Xi'er held the blade tightly, and the bright red sleeves covered the hand holding the blade, looking at it from a distance? No clues can be found at all.
She didn't know how much she heard, so she just sat in silence and never responded aloud from beginning to end.
Qisi stood up and returned to the side room where the players gathered.
Recalling the touch of Xi'er's right hand, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
——The palm of the hand is warm and moist, and the skin is elastic, showing the characteristics of a living person.
——There is a thick callus on the side of the index finger, which seems to be the result of holding a pen for a long time.
This Xi'er is quite different from what was presented in the dream and described by Mrs. Xu, which seems to lead to another way of solving the puzzle.
There are subtle contradictions in the clues, and some NPCs lied. I just don’t know which of the information I have obtained so far is true and which is false?
Since Qisi left the house, Shang Qingbei has been standing by the window, paying attention to his movements.
Seeing that the young man came back after a while, he didn’t understand and asked: “Qi Wen, what did you say to Xi’er? Did you get any useful information?” “I asked her about the God of Joy. , and asked her if she knew the secret behind the happy event." Qisi's eyes were sincere and he sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that she didn't say a word to me from beginning to end. It seems that I thought wrong. She is not the kind to provide. NPC for clues”
Shang Qingbei was now convinced that the clue he got in his dream last night was unique. Without him, players who blindly believe in "Qi Wen" will most likely only be able to wander around the edges of the correct answer, and will not be able to decipher the worldview whether they live or die.
The time is almost up. Hiding it any longer will only make it more difficult to pass the level, and it will be bad if there are casualties.
He cleared his throat and said: "I have a guess about the world view of this copy..."
"If it is just a guess, I suggest you swallow it in your stomach and don't say it out. "Qisi interrupted, "There are not enough clues now, and the various extended guesses are too confusing and will only interfere with subsequent judgments."
Shang Qingbei was choked and looked up. Seeing the young man's caring eyes: "Xiao Qing, don't worry, the time has only passed one-seventh, and there are still six days left, we can always crack the world view."
"..."
It's this damn name again, and it's this contemptuous attitude...
The veins in Shang Qingbei's forehead jumped wildly, and he decisively decided to keep his worldview hidden for a while, waiting for the critical moment. Tell everything again.
After Qisi bullied the child, he pressed back the possible important information. He took out a washcloth from his backpack and wiped his face in a leisurely manner, completing his morning wash.
He walked out of the wing, stood half a step away from the courtyard door, stretched out his hand and pushed the wooden door tentatively.
Without much force, the door swung open with a "squeak" as if a mechanism had been triggered.
A red sedan came into view.
The bloody behemoth was parked on the ground outside the door. Directly opposite the door was a huge Chinese character "囍" embroidered with gold thread, but there were several threads hanging down, adding to the eerie and weird feeling.
This sedan is very old, with many edges worn and faded, and occasionally stained and mottled, as if it had been stored in a damp warehouse for a long time and finally seen the light of day.
Qisi remembered that in his dream last night, the dark coffin seemed to be resting in this position, and it was even the same size as the sedan chair.
The boundary between dreams and reality seemed to be opened in an instant. Qisi walked closer step by step and squatted down next to the sedan chair.
Under the wooden frame supporting the sedan body, there were a few white paper money pressed down. They were stained with mud, dusty and wrinkled, and they were particularly conspicuous against the red background.
"Qi Wen." Li Yao's voice came from behind, "There is something I have always wanted to tell you."
Qis stood up, looked back, and offered encouragement look.
Li Yao looked solemn: "The dream last night gave me a very real feeling. It seemed that I was really lying at the bottom of a well. The water around me was very cold and icy, but I couldn't even tremble. The body is obviously dead, but the soul is still imprisoned in it, watching the body rot little by little..."
"Do you still remember the story of the soul-calling bell I told yesterday? In fact, there is another theory that Wang Sheng's wife has been pestering Wang Sheng. The soul-calling bell has the function of warding off evil spirits, which allowed Wang Sheng to live for another seven years before he died. Do you think we have been haunted by ghosts and fallen into a cycle similar to ghosts beating walls?"
Chis smiled gently: "Why bother yourself with that? In the strange story, Zhang Sheng fell into a nightmare after entering Shuangxi Town, which just shows that the dreams we have are just the mechanism of the copy."
Li Yao shook her head slightly: "You don't understand, I have had some prophetic dreams since I was a child. , dreaming about the future. Before entering this dungeon, I dreamed that I died and my body was placed in a very dark and deep place, and I could still hear the sound of water. Now that I think about it, it should be a well. Here..."
"I remember that in that dream, there were many corpses around me, and I seemed to see you... Do you think it is possible that we are already dead, but we are not about to die? "
Chis smiled and shook his head: "Then you said that if I commit suicide now and you bury my body anywhere, wouldn't the so-called precognitive dream no longer exist? ”
Li Yao was stunned and raised her eyes in shock.
Qisi said eloquently: "Before, my relatives heard a fortune teller say that I have bad luck in my life, and all those who are good to me will be unlucky. They took this as an excuse and used their shallowness to empiricism, wantonly unleashing malice within the scope of their knowledge on me..."
He stopped, with a hint of aftertaste in his smile.
Li Yao murmured and asked: "Then what?"
"Then they all died, and their deaths were extremely miserable, beyond the reach of the so-called 'unlucky'."< br>
Qisi turned his head and looked directly into Li Yao's eyes, with a strange light shining in his eyes: "That's why I never believe in so-called prophecies and fate. They are just excuses for mediocre people and self-comfort for losers."
"In my opinion, the only prophecy that can be believed is 'everyone will die eventually'."
He used a joking tone, but his attitude was extremely serious. Li Yao was speechless for a moment. I don't know what to say.
The silence lasted for half a minute, and Qisi suddenly said: "Li Yao, where was your novel published?"
Li Yao was slightly startled, and then heard the young man continue: "I found that my knowledge of the supernatural is too lacking, and I would like to find some supernatural novels."
She couldn't help but laugh: "My novels are not well written and are often rejected. If you want to read some shorter supernatural stories, you can subscribe to a magazine called "Supernatural World"."
"Okay. Well, although I am still very curious about your novel, thank you for the recommendation." Qisi smiled and thanked him, but there was no warmth in his eyes.
He subscribed to "Supernatural World" for a period of time when he was a boy, so he remembered clearly that that magazine was required by the federal government to make rectifications as early as 2028, and then ceased publication.
As a supernatural novelist, how could Li Yao not even know this?
(End of this chapter)