Chapter 117 Shuangxi Town (18) Going to the Dry Well
In the past time and space of Shuangxi Town, Li Yao was lying in the coffin, listening to the voices of people gradually fading away.
The sound of the suona sounded sadly, and the sharp and harsh music gradually changed its tune, much like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
Li Yao felt like her consciousness was like a loose needle, swinging between clarity and blur. The messy information washed away her memory, and she was unable to extract her own existence from it.
All she can do is recall her past over and over again: "I am a supernatural novelist. I have no talent for plot. I can only write some specious ghost stories. Every week I give "Supernatural World" 》In the first few years, I sent manuscripts to the magazine, but later changed to sending emails. I am not used to it yet..."
"I entered the game a month ago. I wasn't too scared at first. I thought I could use it to draw inspiration for writing. It wasn't until the third copy that I started to get scared... Haha, that day is November 9th, and it happens to be... My birthday..."
The sound of heavy footsteps sounded messily, accompanied by the sound of "whooshing" breathing.
Someone is coming.
……
Liu Bingding dragged his steps forward, panting.
After consuming a prop, he finally got rid of the pursuit of the two paper figures and blended into a funeral procession.
Ever since he was selected by Weird Game, he has had a clear goal. Survival is the first priority, and fulfillment of wishes is just an add-on.
He was born mediocre, but he was steady, cautious, and kind to others, so he successfully survived to the official copy. All the points he saved were used to buy life-saving items.
He is a very pragmatic person. In his opinion, it is only as long as he can live, and he does not consider how long it is. There is no rush to find Miss Xu, the most important thing is to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.
The lonely streets are filled with white mist, the piercing sound of the suona sounds unpleasantly, and the black shadows carrying the black coffin sail smoothly in the mist.
Liu Bingding tried his best to reduce his presence and followed the team at the end.
He will always be a passerby and will not attract anyone's unnecessary attention. At this moment, he disappeared into the crowd just like he did when he was an extra, without attracting the attention of any NPC.
The head of the team has stopped, and the shadows slow down one after another and lower the coffin.
Liu Bingding saw from a distance that a dark coffin had stopped at the destination of the team, which was gloomy and strange.
……
Outside the gate of the house, Qisi held his mobile phone, while Shang Qingbei and Du Xiaoyu listened carefully.
After the call was connected, Xu Wen's soft voice sounded faintly: "I know where I am. I am at the bottom of the well. There are many ghosts here. Come and save me..."< br>
Qisi asked: "How do you know you are at the bottom of the well?"
Xu Wen said: "Not long ago, I remembered something. When I was collecting wind and They had an argument, and then I didn’t know what happened. I suddenly lost my strength, so they threw me into the well..."
Du Xiaoyu still couldn’t figure out the situation, while Shang Qingbei raised his eyes and looked at Qi Sri Lanka.
After being thrown into the well, she would either fall to death or drown. When Xu Wen said these words, she was sideways admitting that she was not a living person.
Qi Siruo was unaware and asked: "Why did you and them have a dispute?"
"I don't remember." Xu Wen's voice lowered, "I just I remember we had a very heated argument, and I seemed to want to take someone away, maybe I wanted to leave myself, but they wouldn't let me go..."
Qisi looked down at his pocket watch. Forty seconds have passed. Based on the call length on the first day, he only has twenty seconds left to ask questions.
He interrupted: "Yesterday you didn't say there were ghosts over there. Did these ghosts appear out of thin air?"
The voice on the phone suddenly became silent, and there was no sound of breathing for a moment. Two seconds later, Xu Wen's confused voice sounded in the silence: "I don't know what happened. The things in the temple are coming out soon. It shouldn't be so early..."
"Temple?"< br>
“Yes, the Temple of Mourning, there is a small town at the bottom of the well...”
The busy tone of “Dudu” stopped Xu Wen’s words, and the one-minute call time was over.
Shang Qingbei looked solemn, holding the dictionary against his chin and wondering what he was thinking about.
Du Xiaoyu looked around and asked nonchalantly: "Brother Qi, what's going on at the Temple of Death?"
Qisi put his phone in his pocket and patiently explained: "This copy has two spaces.' Double happiness and double happiness, one is for funerals and the other is for weddings. The Double Happiness town we are in now hosts happy events and worships the god of happiness. Correspondingly, there must be a town that hosts funerals and worships the god of mourning to form a balance. 'It should be the passage connecting the two towns."
He walked to the door of the house, pushed open the half-open wooden door, and crossed the threshold.
Du Xiaoyu was startled and blurted out: "Isn't there a ghost inside?"
"It's only noon now, the ghost shouldn't come out until after dusk." Qisi didn't look back. , squatted down half a step behind the threshold, pulled out the blade and picked up a piece of paper money that fell on the ground, "And they most likely have no ill intentions towards us. The only thing they have done is to stain our food with some blood, which is probably a hint. There’s something wrong with the food.”
"Blood?" Du Xiaoyu didn't know why.
Qisi stood up, took out the handkerchief he had wiped his mouth with after the meal on the first day from his pocket, and threw it away.
Du Xiaoyu raised his hand to catch it, and when he unfolded it, he saw that the blood stains the size of pinholes on it had condensed into brown-black.
His expression changed: "Then what we ate yesterday..." "If you can't eat it to death, it's probably just added with something like Mongolian sweat medicine." Qisi lowered his head and walked slowly along the paper money on the ground. .
A few pieces of the pure white ring were scattered every other step, which should be temporary marks.
Qisi knew that besides himself, only Li Yao had paper money in his pocket.
It’s a bit funny to think about that girl trying to leave clues for others even though she couldn’t protect herself.
Qisi followed the guidance of the paper money and came to the door of the west wing.
Tattered red paper was scattered on the ground, trampled into patches of bloody mud. There was no one inside or outside the house, not even the smell of blood, everything looked lifeless.
This place is not like a place where someone has just died, but more like a tomb that has been sealed for hundreds of years. Even the buildings are dead. Human death is like a drop of paint dripping into the paint, and it quickly sinks in without making a sound.
Qisi pushed the door open, and as expected, there was no one and no body inside.
There are large areas of dried blood on the gray-white walls. They are very old and definitely not freshly spattered in the morning. Xi'er's death was like a phantom in a dream, leaving no trace or proof.
Qisi walked straight to the exquisitely carved wooden bed and opened the burgundy wedding quilt. The wind blew up a newspaper clipping, which floated leisurely in the air for a few breaths and then fell tremblingly.
Chisi picked up the page with his hands, and the eye-catching fonts formed the headline of the news:
[A 20-year-old female college student disappeared while traveling, and the police have intervened in the investigation]
In the photo below, what is clearly shown is Xi'er's face.
......
Shang Qingbei followed Qi Si into the house and went straight to the east wing.
After seeing the empty room, he took a deep breath and exhaled: "Li Yao and Liu Bingding are not in the room. After they have explored Xi'er's clues, they will definitely not go out to cause trouble again. Running away could only be due to an accident..."
The uninhabited house was silent and quiet, and even the normal volume of speech could be heard clearly by everyone.
Du Xiaoyu stood in the open space of the courtyard and muttered: "Don't be so clumsy, there is no way something will happen to both of them..."
Shang Qingbei adjusted his glasses. Asked rhetorically: "What if one of them is not a human being?"
"They are still alive, but after finding the key clues, they triggered a side mission and were trapped in another space." Qisi retreated from the west wing He came out and handed the newspaper to Shang Qingbei, "I already have some ideas about the background of this copy."
Du Xiaoyu subconsciously forgot to ask the reason for the previous conclusion, and asked eagerly: " What do you think? This copy is a mess. What’s going on with the background and world view?”
In his heart, Shang Qingbei despised Du Xiaoyu, who was always being praised all day long. At the same time, he quietly read the newspaper in his hand and listened intently.
Chis walked into the room, sat down on the middle bed, took out a new handkerchief from his backpack, and wiped his dusty fingers: "You should have heard of human trafficking, right? This is the core world view of this copy. "
Zhang Sheng's missing sister, the blood stains on the windowsill, the blood stains on the wall, the steamed bun residue that turned into blood spots, the report, the coffin, "Seven days of suspension is the calm. "The person who got there"...
One clue after another outlines a complete logical chain, Qisi said:
"Visitors entering Shuangxi Town will be taken to this house. Mrs. Xu sometimes puts some drugs in the meals she delivers to control certain travelers, such as girls like Xi'er. The townspeople use some means - I guess putting them in coffins for seven days to make the girls. Becoming stupid and staying in the town forever is because of what the boatman said at the beginning of the copy: "No entry, no exit."
"Xu Wen took the initiative to come to the town for some reason. Maybe she was engaged in folklore survey work, maybe she was looking for a missing girl in the name of folklore. In short, she might have discovered something, so she had a dispute with the townspeople. The town. In order to cover up the truth, this is not the first time. Otherwise, the resentment of a few corpses would not be enough to form a reflection of Shuangxi Town underground. "
Chiston. After a pause, he continued: "As for what Xu Wen said on the phone, the things in the temple came out early, I think it must be related to Xi'er's accidental death. Xi'er's death before getting married is equivalent to destroying the four buildings of Shuangxi Town. The ritual that happens once every nineteen years may have caused some of the seals to loosen. Who knows?”
Du Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment and then asked, “So what happened in this town?” Is the NPC a human or a ghost? I looked at the clues on my phone..."
"False," said Chis.
“…Huh?”
"False." Shang Qingbei affirmed, and then repeated the conclusion he and Qis had reached before.
Du Xiaoyu nodded as if understanding, his eyes were blank, and he could no longer keep up with the rhythm of reasoning.
Shang Qingbei compared Qisi’s story with his own judgment and asked: "What is the existence of the God of Joy? What is the purpose of the forty-nine-year ceremony? Two Double Happiness Towns What's the situation?"
"I don't know." Qisi folded the handkerchief and stuffed it into his pocket, with a calm expression. "There are still some clues missing. It's probably with Li Yao. Let’s meet up, or we can go down the well and take a look.”
Shang Qingbei asked: “How can you determine where the clue is?”
Qisi said nothing and took out his phone and unlocked the screen.
The interface automatically pops up to the photo album, click on a picture.
It was a map of Shuangxi Town. Black lines formed a flat pattern, and a red circle marked the location of the well, which was particularly eye-catching.
“Sent it from Xu Wen?” Shang Qingbei asked.
Qisi said "hmm" and smiled strangely: "She is urging us. It seems that we can't sink this well."
(End of this chapter)