A blood feast of murdering the father lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour.
His father was lying face up on the ground, blood obscuring his face, and it was impossible to even tell if he was dead.
Before his resistance was at its most intense, he was completely ruined by a silver knife.
The lower half of his face was eaten clean, and the softest tongue and lips were cut open by a knife, slashing, and all the way in, revealing a little snow-white tender, monkey-brain-like skull.
The two brothers and sisters sat on the ground dripping with blood.
There are bits and pieces of debris in their fingernails.
The corners of their mouths were stained with blood, and a little happy, inexplicable smiles.
The maddening hunger makes them completely succumb to the creature's hunting instinct.
And when their instincts were satisfied and the emptiness in their belly filled up, the famine that had tormented them for days was temporarily ended.
Their expressions gradually changed from satiated to empty.
Before I could regurgitate what kind of wrong I had committed, the tiredness caused by the sleepiness came surging.
… After more than ten days of hunger, I suddenly felt full and gluttonously ate a meal. This kind of satisfaction from body to heart is no trivial matter.
The two children cuddled with each other in the waft of blood and fell asleep.
Not long after, the three figures quietly entered through the window.
After entering the room, the aroma of the food becomes more and more clear.
The game flow has advanced to the present, and Li Yinhang has already fainted from hunger.
Even though the messy cups and plates on the ground were already covered with splattered blood and unidentified pieces, when he saw the delicious food on the ground, Li Yinhang's first reaction was to go up and cook him a meal before the dishes were cold.
Fortunately, she quickly stuffed a cookie she brought into her mouth and put it in her mouth, forcibly diverting her attention and diluting her hunger as much as possible.
She understood it.
All the edible items that appeared in this game, even the bark, even if she starved to death, she would not take a bite outside.
Nan Zhou walked to his father's bloody corpse, leaned down, and calmly fiddled with a pile of rotten flesh with his fingertips.
After examining it, he raised his head in the smell of fishy smell and agreed in a very low voice: "Brother Fang, you are right."
All the fat and soft parts of the father's body were cut open by the bite.
His stomach was also opened with a slap-sized opening, and some organs flowed out from their original positions, exuding the unique smell of internal organs.
And on his water-sac-shaped stomach, a familiar doorknob grew.
Like mushroom stalks growing out of a damp, dark place.
—Behind this person’s stomach, there is another timeline hidden.
Facts have proved that Jiang Fang's judgment is very sober and completely correct.
On the contrary, if they really rescued the woodcutter NC, and tried to kill or drive away the two brothers and sisters, it would not only be of no help to the customs clearance, but also a waste of time in reverse customs clearance.
Not only do they have to dig up their stepmother's grave, search every corner they can find in the cabin, they may even kill their siblings to find the next door.
When the situation evolved to that extreme situation, he still had to kill the NC that they rescued by himself in the end.
After going through such a circle of intense consumption, the Nan Zhou at that time might not be able to easily subdue a strong adult male like a woodcutter.
Jiang Fang not only chose the best way to avoid risks, but also considered the reversal and paradox of the timeline in the case of starvation.
Nan Zhou touched his arm and gave his thumb.
However, in response to the affirmation from Nanzhou, Jiang Fang's mouth only slightly raised, as if he had something on his mind.
Nan Zhou had no time to think, turned around to greet Li Yinhang, and at the same time pressed the slippery doorknob oozing out digestive juices.
The sound of the spring pressing made the sister on the sofa move and let out a vague dream.
Li Yinhang's scalp went numb, and the soles of his feet, which were originally pressed on the floor and were about to approach the two's sides, stood on tiptoe, not daring to move any further.
She has long since recalled it.
In the first timeline, the brother and sister's kindness towards the three is because in their eyes, they are three packaged takeaway lunches.
God knows if these two little bastards who have just started eating meat and have tasted people are full.
Fortunately, when the sister made an uneasy grunt, the sleeping brother closed his eyes, turned over consciously, touched a corner of the duck down blanket, and covered it.
As it was closed, there were his slender arms that were not very strong.
The blood-stained child hugged another blood-stained child from behind.
The two were leaning against each other, and in their sound sleep, they gave each other the meagre, but also the greatest sense of security within their ability.
Nan Zhou looked at them.
Their relationship is still good.
In the fate dominated by the copy like a puppet, they at least dance in pairs.
With such a little envy, Nan Zhou twisted the door handle to the end.
Click.
In front of me was bright light first, and then a refreshing greenness invaded my body.
The sun and the moon change, day and night are reversed.
They were back in the forest again.
This time, the road leading to the cabin was blocked again by trees and vines.
Obviously, their destination this time is either a candy store or Daze.
After two time line changes, Nan Zhou had already observed the pattern.
This game is not difficult.
The difficulty is that this is a level where you choose to advance in reverse time.
It can be seen from the customs clearance settings of the second timeline that since the father has died in the first timeline, in the earlier timeline, the father is mortal.
Jiang Fang left it alone, precisely because he had considered this level.
In short, they need to make efficient and time-saving choices as accurately as possible at various key points, find doors, and clear them.
only…
Nan Zhou thought of the three games they passed in the [Brain Invasion] dungeon before.
The tin soldier in the library is lonely, so his purpose is to have players stay with him.
On the shore of Swan Lake, the stepmother who pretends to be a princess is afraid, so she viciously enjoys the fear of others, and she also harbors the fear that her secret will be revealed at any time.
Even the big bad wolf, whom they have never met, represents desire and deception.
So he will have intimate relationships with players, imprisoning them in wet dreams.
The dungeons are usually combined with the purpose of guarding the NC, and they are set up to give them the corresponding level.
The tin pawn corresponds to the chess game.
The stepmother corresponds to the "11n" door's fear trial.
The big bad wolf corresponds to the challenge of hormonal control.
So, what is the wish that the two brothers and sister refuse to admit and belong to them
Is it just pure appetite gratification
What does this layer of nested time levels ultimately lead to
Nan Zhou was about to turn his head and explain his thoughts when he saw Li Yinhang holding the tree and spit out a "wow".
As a normal person, seeing the scene of biting a living person just now, she was able to hold on to this step before collapsing, which is already considered her strong stomach control.
The fragrance of grass and trees did not relieve the rich and fresh bloody smell remaining in the nasal cavity. Instead, under the hedge, the nausea further penetrated into the diaphragm.
Li Yinhang hugged the tree, and his whole body was fluttering.
But she didn't forget to look down tenaciously, and said with relief: "It's all digested. No waste. It's great."
Nan Zhou: "… "
Jiang Fang: "..."
Nan Zhou asked her, "Do you want to go into the warehouse to rest for a while?"
After weighing the pros and cons, Li Yinhang believes that in his current state of nausea and weak legs, strong support will only drag his legs, and he will not be very handsome.
She chose to lie down and rest for a while.
After putting Li Yinhang in his backpack, Nan Zhou turned to Jiang Fang: "Brother Fang, let's go."
Jiang Fang: "Well."
Jiang Fang: "Just now, I'm sorry."
Nan Zhou: "… Huh?"
Nan Zhou thought about it carefully, and probably understood what Jiang Fang was apologizing for.
But why apologize to yourself for being right
The woodcutter is indeed a fictional character...
Thinking of this, Nan Zhou's heart suddenly jumped.
—Jiang Fang wanted to apologize to himself because of this sentence, because Jiang Fang knew something about himself...
Nan Zhou lowered his eyes.
When he met the man surnamed Xie, he was already mentally prepared.
He can't rule out the possibility that players of "Gravity" today have played "Eternal Day" and have seen themselves.
Nan Zhou once suspected that the Lin Zhisong he met in [Fear of the Full Moon] was also one of the players who had an impression of him.
At first, Nan Zhou didn't mind Jiang Fang or Li Yinhang knowing his identity.
He has been alone since a long time ago.
He doesn't mind going through the barrier alone like Xie He, and fulfilling his wish single-handedly.
However, the longer he was with them, the less Nan Zhou wanted to tell the truth about himself.
He knew that with the characters of Yinhang and Fang, he would not hurt him. At most, he would choose to part ways with himself because of safety concerns.
Nan Zhou thought, this is nothing.
… is there really nothing
When Nan Zhou thought of the words "parting ways", every word seemed to hit his heart with an edge.
Nan Zhou couldn't understand such heavy and slight pain.
Even if he understands the function of every part of the brain, he will always be as curious and incomprehensible as a small animal to complex emotions.
It was precisely because he was incomprehensible that he couldn't resist the indescribable tension and soreness in his heart.
Nan Zhou was distracted for a while, and it was difficult for Jiang Fang to concentrate.
[Brain Invasion] This copy reminded him too much of the distant past with Nanzhou.
Chaotic, happy, messy, uncontrollable.
In the end, all the emotions came together at 5:30 in the evening one day.
That was not long after coming out of the "Paper Gold" bar.
After executing another unfamiliar dungeon, Jiang Fang led the team to Squirrel Town.
Jiang Fang knew that in order to avoid that troublesome emotion, he should have distanced himself from Nan Zhou.
But Jiang Fang just wanted to take him to watch the sunset fireworks that are regularly set off in the square.
He told himself, just watching the fireworks, that's all.
While waiting, Nan Zhou leaned on the steps, holding a lollipop, and sucked the strawberry-flavored red candy out of a transparent luster.
He chatted with Jiang Fang: "What do you want to do after you go out?"
Jiang Fang replied, "I want to live a normal life."
This is actually a meaningless word.
Jiang Fang's life has nothing to do with "normal".
Nan Zhou: "What is 'normal life'?"
Jiang Fang skillfully lied casually and fabricated the ideal life he longed for but never realized: "After getting up, make a breakfast and read the news of the day. Then go to work, go nine to five, and bring some food home at night. , or go to the bar with friends for a drink and a game on the football field…”
Nan Zhou held his head with one hand and looked at Jiang Fang: "But last time you saw it, I don't know how to drink."
"Is this something that can be learned?" he asked.
Jiang Fang was taken aback.
A faint throbbing accompanied by helplessness swept through his heart like a tidal wave.
… Nan Zhou was actually planning what happened after he left.
He wants to go out.
Jiang Fang closed his eyes.
He began to reflect, when did he give Nan Zhou some senseless hope
… Like last time, he suddenly confessed to himself
But there is no game backpack in reality.
There are no storage slots.
There is no place for this little monster to give him an id.
There was no way for him to put Nan Zhou on his body and leave gracefully.
Even if you can really get out of the game, as a game with serious mistakes and bugs, Gravity will only be shut down urgently and permanently.
Once the nightmare of this dungeon comes to an end, Nan Zhou and him will not be able to see each other again.
Once he started to imagine the future, Jiang Fang's heart throbbed in pain.
For a while, he didn't know the source of this burning helplessness and panic.
He has no such experience, so his body and spirit should be rigid.
"I haven't played football."
On the other side, Nan Zhou was still looking into the future seriously: "I can go pick up the ball for you."
…Why do you have to think about such a thing
"Breakfast, I can't make it. But I can buy it."
… enough.
"Can I get a job too? I've taught kids, though—"
… stop!
"Nan Zhou, you are not a real person." Jiang Fang rushed out, "If you are a real person, then..."
Having said this, Jiang Fang finally realized how hurtful the words were and some kind of emotional subtext hidden behind him that was so hot that he was scared.
If Nan Zhou is a real person, then... okay...
Can you promise him the future
When did you start going crazy
When can we talk about feelings so shamelessly and regardless of the cost
"No..." Jiang Fang's face flushed slightly, "No. Sorry."
Sorry to hurt you. Sorry for giving you hope you shouldn't have.
Nan Zhou stopped looking forward.
It stands to reason that Jiang Fang's heart should not continue to be disturbed by his words.
However, Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang for a long time with his beautiful black and white eyes.
Jiang Fang's heart skipped a beat, his lips pursed involuntarily, but he couldn't turn his eyes away from him so lightly, and looked elsewhere as if nothing had happened.
There are thousands of words in Jiang Fang's heart, but when it comes to his lips, it is difficult to say a word.
Those words splattered like white phosphorus in his heart, and once burned, they would last forever, until there was a bottomless hole in the bottom of his heart.
After a long time, he heard Nan Zhou's clear and cold tone: "Well. Brother Fang. You are right."
Not angry or annoyed, just the most flattering tone.
But Jiang Fang's heart seemed to have a voice.
In those countless tiny holes, filled with some unspeakable words, whispers, murmurs, and even shouts like demonic barriers, the overwhelming sound waves and echoes almost broke his heart,
After listening carefully, it was empty and there was nothing.
…
They still watched the fireworks.
Just before the opening, Nan Zhou fell asleep with a lollipop.
At that time, Nan Zhou's indifferent expression was exactly the same as now.
In the cabin just now, he said the exact same thing to himself.
- "Brother Fang, you are right."
And as in the past, Jiang Fang still had a lot to say to him.
It's just that those words were condensed on the tip of the tongue, as if they were frozen, so that a patient with difficulty in emotional expression like him could not say anything.
Those cries that can only be active in the heart need something to melt them completely.
Nan Zhou didn't know what Jiang Fang was thinking.
He asked, "Want something to eat?"
Jiang Fang's thousands of words turned into the simplest response: "I still have it here."
Nan Zhou: "Oh."
He took out an apple from his backpack and walked forward against a strong hunger.
Right now, whether Jiang Fang knows his NC status is not the most important thing.
He planned to go to Daze to see the situation first.
What he didn't know was what kind of silent madness was brewing behind Jiang Fang.
He quietly opened the backpack, took out the half bottle that had been used up on the snowy mountain, and poured it straight into his mouth.
When the strong wine scorched the tip of the bitten tongue, the alcohol seemed to be burning, and it was like a prairie fire, causing a sharp pain in his mouth.
Jiang Fang was still confident in his drinking.
The degree on the bottle is also marked, it is 42 degrees.
The amount of a mere 100 liters is not substantially different from drinking water for Jiang Fang.
After putting back the tequila bottle with about 200l left, Jiang Fang opened his mouth, feeling that he did not feel out of control.
Everything is the same as he usually feels after drinking.
uninteresting.
tedious.
All emotions are within the control threshold, and there is no change.
Jiang Fang couldn't help but smile.
He had hoped to use alcohol to dispel this excessive sobriety and reason.
Unfortunately, I am still inherently insensitive to alcohol.
Thinking of this, he put his hands into his pockets and quietly followed Nanzhou. :,