At 3:30 in the middle of the night, the police car stopped between the alleys of two cheap hotels.
The interlaced red and blue light is printed on the glass covered with a layer of old gray, brightening the corner full of garbage.
The spiders in the shadows were illuminated by the lights, so they had to crawl to the darker places.
The one who called the police was a silver-haired foreigner from the hotel next door. He said that he had slept well in the middle of the night, but was suddenly awakened by the sound of heavy objects falling. When he looked at the window, someone jumped off the building.
The informant used the hotel landline to call the police. He spoke standard Ukrainian mixed with English and spoke very fast.
The policeman on duty talked to him for a long time before he understood what had happened and hurriedly called out the police.
While waiting for the ambulance, the unlucky guy who fell from the building woke up.
The police were a little suspicious of Jiang Fang, who called the police, but when the person who fell from the building woke up, he moaned and groaned in pain, insisting that he just slept well in the room and jumped off the building for no apparent reason.
He had no idea of how he had been naked on the balcony railing of the hotel next door to learn cat crawling, his neck was nearly twisted, his mouth was smeared with corpse oil, and he was placed under the window of his room after being in a coma.
The surrounding area is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and there is no monitoring road network in the alleys that are usually used to throw garbage.
At this time, the police were not sure whether it was intentional harm or a sleepwalking accident.
Jiang Fang is also a foreigner who does not understand the language. It is not easy to take him to the police station for questioning, so the police told him to stay in the hotel temporarily and not to go anywhere. If there is any problem, the police will come to him for questioning.
After negotiating with the police and watching the ambulance leave with the injured, Jiang Fang looked up and saw Nanzhou, who was quietly staring at him, after the flashing glass of the police lights reflected.
Jiang Fang stood downstairs and waved to him.
The glass window reflected his reflection, which happened to shine on Nan Zhou's left chest.
Nan Zhou covered his hands on the dirty glass, and suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.
… but the light and shadow at that time were very different from this time.
In front of Nan Zhou, a broken image flashed by.
It should be a religious building, a magnificent and solemn church.
Nan Zhou went first to check the situation.
He climbed the stairs, alone, all the way to the highest point.
The end of the stairs is a large stained glass window facing the front square.
It was hot that day.
When Nan Zhou pressed his hand on the glass, he could clearly feel the heat of the sun scorching his palm.
There was a man standing in the square, in the white sunlight, examining the water-spraying statue.
Probably aware of the sight behind him, he looked up at him.
Nan Zhou guessed that he was smiling because he couldn't see his face at all.
Hanging on the outside of the glass, just above Nanzhou's head, is a huge, stopped clock.
Its minute hand is as high as Nanzhou's whole person, pointing straight to the "12" direction.
Nan Zhou stood under the vertical and horizontal shadow of the hour, minute and second hands, stroking the figure on the glass that was parallel to his heart.
It's just that the light is too strong, and Nan Zhou can't see him clearly.
He stood in the light and seemed to disappear at any moment.
Nan Zhou knew it was an illusion, but his fingertips compulsively drew circles after circles on the glass.
It seems that he can draw the ground as a prison, and enclose the person in place and in his heart.
In the past, he saw memories mostly in dreams or in illusions.
This was a rare long and clear memory recall of Nan Zhou when he was awake.
He didn't know why he remembered the church, the glass, and the people looking back at him in the square so clearly.
Anyway, after he really woke up, there was only a desert in Nan Zhou's mind.
When Nan Zhou looked again, Jiang Fang was no longer downstairs.
Then, a hand gently patted his back.
As early as downstairs, Jiang Fang noticed Nan Zhou's trance: "What are you thinking about?"
Nan Zhou looked at him fixedly, raised his hand to wipe off the non-existent light on his shoulders, one by one.
Jiang Fang You made him move on himself.
He could see that Nan Zhou's state was not quite right.
His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of being frightened by Nan Zhou's realistic and illusory dream: "Mr. Nan, are you still awake?"
Nan Zhou also replied in a soft voice: "Don't stand in the light. I want to see you clearly."
Jiang Fang's expression changed, and he raised his hand and held Nan Zhou's wrist: "You..." Did you remember something
The strong grip on the wrist finally helped Nan Zhou completely turn back from the past and the present.
He looked up at Jiang Fang, with clear doubts in his eyes: "What?"
Jiang Fang frowned.
In Nan Zhou's eyes, he finally realized a little doubt that he felt strange for a long time, but couldn't grasp.
—Nan Zhou had an abnormal attitude towards his lost memory.
Nan Zhou clearly knew that the Mr. Apple Tree he cared about was him, and he also learned from Yi Shuige that he was a player of Gravity, and the only survivor so far in the coma incident of the game player more than half a year ago.
The information he has received is enough.
It stands to reason that it is not difficult for Nan Zhou to deduce from these speculations that he took him out of Nongwu Town by himself.
And in those six months, they walked side by side.
Jiang Fang thought that with Nan Zhou's clear mind, he should have already figured it out.
Without disclosing it, I also wanted to wait for myself to tell him the truth on my own initiative.
But at this moment, an even worse guess emerged in Jiang Fang's heart:
... He didn't forget, he couldn't remember at all.
It's not that I can't remember that memory, but that I occasionally forget things like "I lost a memory".
Anyone who has lost a piece of memory will be particularly concerned because of their lack of security. As long as they can grasp a little clue, they will try their best to get to the bottom of it.
Nan Zhou also cares about secrets, and his curiosity is far better than ordinary people, otherwise he would not be so persistent in holding on to "Ms. Apple Tree" and not letting go.
However, in contrast, he seemed particularly indifferent to the memory of wandering with Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang stroked Nan Zhou's forehead with his thumb, neither light nor heavy, and had some thoughts.
The surplus in my own warehouse is probably enough for two uses.
Should it be used on Nanzhou
Will it work
Nan Zhou didn't know what he was thinking, so he pulled his hand off his forehead and talked about his discovery: "This world is orderly."
... He naturally bypassed the abrupt episode just now.
But Jiang Fang also took over the topic: "Well."
Just like the world of [Sand, Sand, Sand], Xie Xiangyu killed an NPC in order to test the power of a homemade weapon, causing a major accident and attracting a police investigation.
Normally, game copies should be closed to minimize the impact of external forces.
Otherwise, if there are often police running around in horror movies to investigate the murder in a serious manner, although it is more reasonable, it will inevitably destroy the atmosphere.
But in the relatively open world dungeons [Sand, Sand, Sand] and [Evil Fall], the social system is very normal and complete.
For games, this is completely unnecessary idle pen.
Anyone who makes games knows that in the virtual world, one more setting means a thousand times more computation.
Even if the real-time calculus level of the high-dimensional world far exceeds their world, what is the need for "police", a relatively tasteless profession in horror plots
Is it just to appear real
However, the most important thing right now is not to think about the nature of the dungeon world, but to figure out the forces behind the head descendant.
Nan Zhou is now learning and selling, and he drew a cinnabar on the scalp of the head descender who was looted by him.
He also tried to read the position just now, but unfortunately the body of the head descendant was in a state of motion. He was probably put into the car after being unconscious, and it was difficult to locate it in real time.
They gathered all six of them in their room.
Being forcibly picked up from the quilt, the two young couples were so sleepy that they fought with their eyelids.
Jiang Fang paid attention to them for a while, and said kindly, "Aren't you nervous?"
His tone was very calm, as if he was simply concerned about them.
Cao Shuguang's heart suddenly trembled, and he felt that something was not right, but Jiang Fang's tone was not only not threatening, on the contrary, it had a hypnotic sense of spring breeze and rain, which made him unable to raise his energy even if he wanted to be vigilant.
Before he fully woke up, he muttered inarticulately: "It's okay... It happened just now. My wife and I didn't wake up. Did he climb over our window... I don't know... "
Jiang Fang took down Cao Shuguang's answer and turned his attention to Shao Mingzhe.
Shao Mingzhe was still sitting in the corner of the room in heavy clothes, looking at his nose and heart, exuding the temperament of "don't approach strangers", and had no intention of participating in their conversation.
It seems that he helped Nan Zhou just now, but he did it casually.
Li Yinhang thought about it and decided to play a role and go to spy on the enemy.
She sat down on the right side of Shao Mingzhe and took the initiative to chat up, "Hey."
Shao Mingzhe glanced at her.
Li Yinhang chatted with him cheekily: "Aren't you hot?"
Shao Mingzhe spit out a short syllable: "No."
Li Yinhang: "Just now, thank you for helping us."
Shao Mingzhe put his hand in the trench coat pocket: "Well."
Li Yinhang: "Hello, my name is Li Yinhang."
Shao Mingzhe looked at her again: "Shao Mingzhe."
Li Yinhang joked: "Our names are quite related, Minsheng Bank."
Shao Mingzhe: "…"
Shao Mingzhe: "Oh."
Li Yinhang: "..." It's so difficult.
In the past, when she and Nan Zhou were not familiar with each other, she had also eaten Nan Zhou's closed door, and also had this embarrassing feeling of biting her teeth and talking hard.
But that feeling is slightly different from now.
Li Yinhang racked his brains trying to figure out what to say, but he didn't realize that he accidentally threw his pseudonym out of Jiuxiaoyun, directly revealing the stuff.
She didn't realize it, and neither Nan Zhou nor Jiang Fang responded in particular.
... However, the young couple who tried to cheer up did not respond.
It seems that Li Yinhang's name is Li Yinhang, which is a matter of course and does not need to be questioned.
While paying attention to them, Nan Zhou was also paying attention to Shao Mingzhe.
Like Li Yinhang, he recalled everything Shao Mingzhe had said since he met him.
Because the number is really small, it is not difficult to inventory.
According to the number of words, the longest sentence Shao Mingzhe said was "I am here" when several people first met on the bus.
After that, his words were like squeezing toothpaste, almost never more than two words.
Is it because of his personality that he doesn't like to express himself, or is it a simple language barrier
When Nan Zhou was thinking about this question, Jiang Fang lightly touched his elbow.
Looking in the direction Jiang Fang's eyes indicated, Nan Zhou noticed that when Li Yinhang was talking to him, Shao Mingzhe's left hand in his pocket made an unnatural fist, and his body also folded to the left, as if It was deliberately hiding something, not wanting Li Yinhang to notice.
That's a standard, completely subconscious defensive stance.
Nan Zhou understood Jiang Fang's suggestion.
- Shao Mingzhe has something important in his pocket.
He's protecting something like that.
The atmosphere in the room was very strange.
Shao Mingzhe was silent, and Li Yinhang's mouth was dry.
Cao Shuguang wanted to doze off wanton, but he couldn't feel at ease. He opened one eye, looked at Shao Mingzhe, and looked at Jiang Fang and Nanzhou. ,Unable to speak.
Nan Zhou was observing Shao Mingzhe, but Jiang Fang was watching Nan Zhou, remembering that lost memory for him.
It was a simple copy, and there was no black sheep like Xie Xiangyu in the team who was focused on doing things, but an unprecedented sense of distrust was slowly spreading among the six people.