Chapter 184 Red Maple Leaf Boarding School (Twenty-nine) "A Land Without God's Mercy"
Red Maple Leaf Boarding School, in the cemetery.
Surrounded by ghosts, Chen Lidong cleared a clearing with a white blade, stepped on the pulp mixed together after the mushrooms and yellow flowers were broken, and stood quietly in front of a tomb.
The number engraved on the tombstone is naturally "47".
After lunch, Chen Lidong went to see Ms. Medina. His original intention was to use her hands to kill people, but instead he found work for himself.
The side mission of [Catch 47] is written in black and white on the system interface. If it is not completed within the specified time, you can imagine the consequences.
Chen Lidong could only bite the bullet and drag Zhou Datong to the cemetery. Regardless of whether "Si Qi" has a conspiracy or not, he must do the necessary tasks. The worst he can do is consume a few more life-saving items and take good protection.
Next to the tomb, Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong stood opposite each other, each carrying a shovel, diligently shoveling away the soil that had just been buried but still had footprints.
Shovelfuls of soil were piled on both sides, slowly growing taller; the coffin in the pit gradually appeared in full view, lying heavy and solemn, as silent as death.
After digging for a long time, Chen Lidong and Zhou Datong were out of breath, holding their waists and exhaling loudly.
After resting for a while, Chen Lidong instructed Zhou Datong: "Go and open the coffin."
Zhou Datong said "Oh", stepped on the pit, bent down and grabbed the edge of the coffin lid, and suddenly exerted force. , lift it open.
The dark coffin was empty, not even a hair.
I don’t know if the people inside have left, or if no one has ever been in.
Zhou Datong asked blankly: "There is no one here, where is Si Qihui?"
Chen Lidong remained silent, looking down at the interior of the coffin. He froze on the spot, as stiff as a corpse.
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"In a specific place, what happened in the past can affect the future. In other words, as long as someone at the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School dug up the grave bag and forgot to fill it in, "
Qisi sat on a chair in the cafeteria, resting his elbows on the table and holding his chin: "My main mission. It’s ‘Kill Ms. Medina’.”
“In the time and space where I am, Ms. Medina as a teacher is an unsolvable existence, considering that ‘Medina’ is shared by this family. Name, I tend to think that killing Ms. Medina as a tour guide would also accomplish the task.”
After Chang Xu dug Qisi out of the grave, Menghuo informed Qisi of the clues they obtained at the memorial hall. Correspondingly, Qisi also told them some important information.
The clues of the two time and space intersect here, describing and outlining the whole world view.
Qisi sat on the hard bench for a while, feeling sore all over his body. He simply leaned his upper body on the table and continued feebly: "Two hundred years ago, outsiders colonized this land and brought The germs caused a plague to break out in the aboriginal tribes. The germs changed from the original ones that only infected the aborigines to the ones that could infect outsiders through specific methods. This disease was called 'insomnia'. "
"Due to being infected earlier, or for some other reason, the aboriginal people are suspected of having a way to deal with 'insomnia'. It may be so bizarre that outsiders think it is a kind of witchcraft. "Insomnia" itself was also nicknamed the "Aboriginal Curse" by outsiders because of its unspeakable mode of transmission."
"Later, the Aboriginal Love Foundation established the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School. , taking in indigenous children, teaching them the language and history of outsiders, hoping to exterminate their race from a cultural perspective. Among them, Ms. Medina most likely thought she was enduring the humiliation. The Savior is saving those aboriginal children..."
At this point, Qisi chuckled and picked up the few paradoxical sentences Chang Xu found: "'Survival is the first priority at all times.' Faith, words and language are never as important as imagined. "Witchcraft and gods can't save us." Tsk, whoever writes a diary can't even figure out whether their own tribe has witchcraft. It's hard to say that they are not deceiving themselves or others. "
Chang Xu listened for a while and questioned: "If Ms. Medina really thought she was doing good things, why did she treat the aboriginal children cruelly?"
"Who told you that there are only two Mei Dina? Ms. Dina? Who said this copy only has two spaces?”
Qis put his forehead on the table, absorbing the unhelpful coolness, and said with a nasal tone: “The popularity of old-fashioned faucets began in 2008. In the 1950s, the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School was first built in the 19th century. In the time and space of the earliest Ms. Medina, the row of faucets in the cafeteria were in the style of the 1970s and 1980s; I The school uniform I put on in the solitary room did not have the school badge. After walking through the maple forest, there was a school badge and number on the chest. It can be said that it was clearly stated. I fell into a hallucination without knowing it..."
< br>He glanced at the word "forget" written in black pen on the palm of his hand, took out the mountaineering bag from the toolbar, opened the zipper, and took out sheets of white paper filled with words.
While looking at the record on the white paper, he analyzed: "On June 1st, the aboriginal children were taken out of the school and put into a bathroom to be 'baptized'. If I judged correctly at the time, that bathroom was the same one I was in at Red Maple Leaf." The bathrooms seen in the boarding school are exactly the same, but there is no corresponding place in the memorial hall converted from the boarding school. "
"There is this sentence in the record about 'Insomnia': 'They seem to have made an appointment. The content of each hallucination can be well connected. The group hallucination presents a rigorous logic and constructs a new school on the school's boundary. It can basically be inferred that the boarding school I saw. It’s a group illusion constructed by children.”
“The timeline of the time and space I am in begins on June 1st, but there are complete records from June 1st to June 8th in the archives, indicating that. That time and space is already in the past. For hundreds of years, insomnia has never disappeared, and boarding schools still exist. After the initial death, another class of boarding school students—that is, we players—constructed a scene that belongs to the past. "
Zis took out a blank piece of paper, put it on the table, drew three circles on it with a pen, and wrote "19th century", "20th century" and "21st century" respectively. words.
“The memorial hall you are in is located in the timeline of the 21st century. The initial scene when we first entered the dungeon was located in the 20th century. The characters we played at that time should have been suffering from 'insomnia' to varying degrees. Later, we unknowingly fell into a hallucination and entered the timeline of the '19th century'. The hallucination is based on imagination. The performance of Ms. Medina we saw is most likely just a projection of Ms. Medina in the 20th century. .”
Shuimeng held an unlit cigarette in his mouth and frowned: "You said - why is the content of the hallucination the Red Maple Leaf Boarding School in the past? Normally, those children should not know what happened a hundred years ago... "
"There are still some clues missing, but I can tell you my guess." Chis lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Children naturally lie. With a little guidance, the brain will follow their imagination. Try to construct a self-consistent logic. I suspect that the children we played were induced, and some people wanted to see the past through the eyes of children."
"Barron's group once tried to find healing through the indigenous people. Insomnia's method, unfortunately, the documents recording the Aboriginal knowledge were burned down by Tolson. Although there are some fragments copied by others, due to the particularity of the Aboriginal language and writing, outsiders cannot restore exactly the same. The carrier naturally has no way of knowing the true meaning of the formula above. So what if there is a way to return people to before the document was burned?"
Qisi put down the white paper in his hand and looked at the person sitting across the table. "Dream Talk" and Chang Xu: "For a hundred years, patients suffering from insomnia have been trying their best to find a formula to cure the disease. Our main mission came about in this context. All you need to bring is the original document with the written text. Go to the old boarding school, go up to the fourth floor, and ask the skeleton to read the words on it." Instead of advising the two on how to complete the task, Zeiss actually wanted to stuff one into each of their mouths. Poisonous mushrooms will make them suffer from insomnia and die together.
But the problem is, Zeiss doesn't really want to die in this copy.
He had seen the mushrooms left behind by the patients after they died, and they were very wrinkled and ugly. He felt uncomfortable when he thought that he would become such a pile of stuff in the future.
Therefore, he felt that it would be better to seriously think of a way to clear this dungeon.
In his current situation, there is no way he can kill Ms. Medina - even the tour guide; therefore, he must keep Meng Meng and Chang Xu in a better condition and use their strength... …
Qisi suppressed the darkness in his eyes without leaving a trace, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "If you can't remember the pronunciation of those words for a while, I may be able to sponsor you a tape recorder. I believe Weird Games has also considered this. This is what puts us into a copy.”
Except for a hint of hostility due to some kind of PTSD when he first met Qisi, Chang Xu had regained his sanity and devoted himself to understanding and researching the copy information.
Qisi's behavior was normal and natural. He had no evidence and launching an attack out of thin air would only prove what he said. It was better to stand still to avoid alerting the enemy.
Hearing the doubts, he raised an objection: "The original document recording the formula has been burned by the fire. Even if the information left behind is read, there is no way to cure insomnia."
“Who asked you to find a cure?” Qisi raised his forehead and sighed, “The main task only said that you should [read the documents in the memorial hall], but it didn’t say that the cure was in the documents. Why add anything to the problem? ”
“Maybe the cure has been destroyed a long time ago, maybe there has never been a so-called ‘recipe’, who knows? Survival is not an easy thing, if there is a cure. , those original aboriginal people will not die..."
On the system interface, the words in the front prompt column are cold and ruthless.
Disasters happen again and again, and generations of people are entangled in "insomnia" and repeat the same mistakes of sin, never ending.
The curse of hundreds of years of reincarnation, a land without the mercy of gods, many things have died, including race, language and writing.
Survival is a kind of accidental luck, and disappearance is the eternal truth. Too much history has been destroyed, and only a few words remain, telling the cruel fate...
Chang Xu fell into a downtime. While talking about his dream, he touched his chin thoughtfully.
Qisi rested his face on his hands and looked sadly: "Of course, to be on the safe side, you may need to break the display case and take out the original documents inside. Judging from the experimental records you found, after the transcribing process, the text The meaning will change, and the weird game may make a fuss about the details."
Seeing the two people's expressions change slightly, he asked with a smile: "What's the point? You won't die if you break the rules, but you will be punished. Just kicked out of the memorial hall, right?"
As he spoke, the hour hand of the fate pocket pointed at twelve o'clock, and a piece of sticky food mixed with paste appeared out of thin air in front of the three of them. It was probably here. lunch.
Chang Xu and Shuo Meng both saw these things for the first time, and their expressions were a little strange.
Qisi had already eaten twice and knew that although the food looked ugly, it would not kill anyone.
However, in boarding school, these unpalatable things were made by himself from the ingredients. Who made the food in the memorial hall?
If the players can eat the same food regardless of whether he cooks or not; then by analogy, will what has happened really change because of the player's actions?
Thoughts were scattered into fragments, full of noise like a wrongly exposed film. Qisi’s head began to hurt again. The messy and scrawled color blocks were knocked over in front of his eyes, blurring his already unclear vision. .
The influence of "insomnia" continues and will not change after coming to another time and space. He was currently suffering from a high fever, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them. If he hadn't been in the dungeon, he would have found a place to lie down.
But at this moment, he had to force himself to stay awake, think and analyze.
Seeing Chang Xu and Shuo Meng's hands holding chopsticks hanging in the air, still hesitating whether to deal with the chaff, Qisi picked up his own pair of chopsticks, took the lead and scooped up a handful of vegetable paste and stuffed it into his mouth.
I have to say that the taste of this vegetable paste is similar to his craftsmanship. It is the kind that will be complained by workers in the cafeteria of black factories.
Qisi’s expression remained unchanged as he stuffed a few more mouthfuls of vegetable paste into his mouth and swallowed it calmly.
Chang Xu and Shuo Meng watched him deal with the unknown objects on his plate calmly and calmly. While they were in awe, they also had a vague expectation: maybe this thing is not what it seems. That tastes bad?
The two of them stretched their chopsticks to the plate in front of them, picked up a small piece of vegetables and stuffed it into their mouths. In an instant, their eyes looked at Qiss filled with disbelief.
Qisi put down his chopsticks and raised an innocent smile on his lips: "The rules of our time and space are that the food must be finished. Although you don't have this rule here, I think it's better not to waste food."
< br>This is not unreasonable. Eating on time is important in every sense in the dungeon.
Chang Xu immediately lowered his head and wolfed down the vegetable paste on his plate.
While talking about the dream with a grimace, he carried out Operation CD.
At the door, a tour guide dressed in black appeared at the right time and waved the little red flag in his hand: "Lunch is over, I will take you to visit other places."
She seemed completely unaware that there was an extra "tourist", and she still had a friendly smile on her face: "You can tell me if you have anything you need me to explain."
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(End of this chapter)