This search, from the sun in the east to the sun in the west.
Nan Zhou walked at the front of the trio and measured the entire town with his footsteps at a constant speed.
The weather outside was so hot that people's sights turned white, and few people wandered outside.
Everyone is just crazy, not stupid.
Occasionally, they can capture a few figures dangling outside, and they are all like ghosts in the daytime, trying to blend into the few shadows, walking alone, their figures are indistinct from a distance, and the outlines of their bodies are flaming like self-immolation. phantom.
The town is too big, and there is no sense of difference between the houses. Li Yinhang has long lost his sense of direction. In addition, Nan Zhou is leading the way, crossing the streets and alleys. It seems that he has already mastered the map. Like, she simply folded the map and fanned all the way.
At the end of the day, she walked in a daze, feeling that she had completed the investigation, and it seemed that there was no investigation at all.
When it was getting dark, Li Yinhang, who was numb, no longer knew where this place was.
With a blank face, she thought, if she had known earlier, she would have carried a tent out today.
Coincidentally, the senior who was in charge of the area suddenly drove a sightseeing car and passed by them, which ended this one-day roaming that didn't know how to end it.
The speed of the sightseeing car is not fast, and the weather in the evening has cooled down, and the cool wind is blowing slowly and slowly, which is very comfortable.
Nan Zhou took off his suit and trench coat, and put it on one arm, while the other arm was naturally hanging on the side of the car rail, looking at the various buildings that passed by gently on the street.
Li Yinhang peeked at him.
After a whole day in the sun, his skin did not turn red or sweat, and he sat there clean and beautiful, like a dummy made of thin ceramics.
Therefore, when the silent porcelain man suddenly spoke, it really shocked Li Yinhang.
He turned his face and asked the senior: "Why do you design it like this?"
While looking at the road distracted, the senior turned over half of his face and said, "What design?"
Nan Zhou said in an indifferent tone, "This settlement is round."
Li Yinhang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously unfolded the crumpled map in her hand.
Yesterday, the area map given to them by the seniors was a simple road map, which only marked the location of 200 patients for them, and the streets on the map were also similar.
When it is neat, only the square is seen, but the circle is not seen.
She came today, and every independent road is horizontal and vertical.
how is this possible…
Then she heard the senior reply: "Because it has always been like this."
… Grass.
It's true to hear the tone.
Now Li Yinhang wanted to see how Nan Zhou's mind built a three-dimensional model from the spider web-like layout.
Nan Zhou: "Always?"
Senior: "Yes."
Nan Zhou: "All the houses are always no higher than the third floor?"
Senior: "Yes."
Nan Zhou: "Except for the road we came in, which leads to the outside world, all roads leading to the end are dead ends. Is this always the case?"
Senior: "Yes."
Li Yinhang: "..."
Although she had long known that the town was abnormal, the more she listened, the colder her back became.
...and, that day she really turned lonely.
Nan Zhou: "Thank you for telling me this."
"If I don't tell you, you will be more curious, and maybe you will go out." The senior politely said, "This is not good."
"Not allowed?"
The senior replied: "It's not not allowed. When we pick you up, we will go through several steps. If they meet people outside, they will panic. Everyone is a family member, and they are still at peace with each other. the best."
Nan Zhou was noncommittal: "Have you seen your 'God'?"
The senior didn't answer immediately, but glanced at the rearview mirror.
Jiang Fang Zhiyi looked out of the car, his temperament was as calm as water, and the years were quiet.
But his pale pupils silently shifted to the end of his eyes, and gave the senior a faint glance.
The senior looked back and replied, "Not yet."
Nan Zhou: "Who can see him?"
Senior: "When I see 'God', what do I do?"
Nan Zhou: "If you don't do anything, you just want to see it."
The senior turned the steering wheel, turned into an alley, and said calmly, "There is always a chance."
Nan Zhou said "oh", stopped asking questions, completely quieted down, and returned to the undisturbed porcelain man.
His eyes swept across the closed shops along the street.
It wasn't just the weird layout that made him suspicious.
This is too comfortable, it seems that there is no
How can the ideal production method that France maintain for a long time can make this town maintain for a long time
When he was thinking, Jiang Fang smiled to himself in the face of the gentle breeze that came slowly.
He didn't need to look at Nanzhou to roughly guess what thoughts were going through his mind.
He is like a blank sheet of paper when it comes to interpersonal relationships, immersed in his own world, but otherwise sharp.
At the end of the day, Nan Zhou could have such a discovery in this labyrinth town, and his insight was already quite good.
And this design is also intentional by Jiang Fang.
If there is no crisis here, and it is a true "Garden of Eden" with freedom of coming and going, equality and justice, Nan Zhou would be more suspicious and would choose to leave directly.
In that case, when he leaves the scope of the "Garden of Eden", the dream world he has constructed will be directly thrown to waste.
He got off the bus at the entrance of the hotel and watched the sightseeing car chug away. Nan Zhou was thoughtful, his long eyelashes drooping down, covering the bottomless dark blue of his pupils, looking bright and moving.
Jiang Fang: "What do you think?"
Nan Zhou turned around and said abruptly, "If we kill that 'god', can we leave?"
Jiang Fang: "..."
He was taken aback by Nan Zhou's straightforwardness.
But he quickly lowered his head, hiding a slightly excited smile at the corner of his mouth.
He is not afraid of that possibility, but is looking forward to a real showdown with Nan Zhou.
It must be fun then.
Thinking like this in his heart, Jiang Fang's tone was indifferently aggrieved: "Isn't it bad here?"
Nan Zhou thought about his own thoughts, but didn't notice his abnormality: "That's great. It seems fake."
Jiang Fang: "Then there is no need to kill the 'God'. We currently have too little information."
Nan Zhou stopped talking.
If it was only him, he would definitely do it.
But it's different now, he has two humans to protect.
Jiang Fang asked, "What's your plan next?"
Nan Zhou: "I'm thinking."
"Leave?"
"Not good. Who knows if we've been here for a long time and will become a real lunatic."
"Take a risk and find that 'God'?"
"You were right just now. If you kill him, maybe it will cause bad things.
. "
"Then... leave?"
Nan Zhou pondered for a moment: "It's not good either."
"Yeah." Jiang Fang agreed, "As you said, there is only one way in and out. If we leave rashly, what will be the impact?"
Li Yinhang inserted in a timely manner to make a summary: "Then, stay first? Let's wait and see what will change?"
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang looked at each other and nodded.
Unanimous opinion, a busy day can be regarded as a rough result.
After making up his mind for a while, Jiang Fang went to cook, Li Yinhang started to fight, Nan Zhou watched for a while, then turned back to his room, intending to take a shower.
In fact, it is not necessary for Nanzhou's paper body to clean himself.
But the feeling of water running through his skin helped him think.
After some washing, Nan Zhou walked out of the bathroom with bare feet, put on a bath towel, and sat down beside the bed.
Nan Zhou sat there quietly, wet black hair draped over his shoulders softly, which made his eyebrows even more beautiful.
He grew up alone in his twenties in Never Town, because he had been isolated from the world for a long time, and when he didn't speak, he still had the temperament of a teenager.
However, after sitting for a while, his thoughts were interrupted by a scent that was not his own.
He had smelled this smell last night, and it belonged to Jiang Fang.
Slightly astringent green tea with a hint of woody aroma from nature.
He lay down on the quilt and pillow and sniffed.
As the night passed, the scent had clearly faded away.
Nan Zhou followed the scent all the way, and finally located the source of the scent.
… It turned out to be the smell of wishing paper cranes in the lucky bag.
He took out the hard paper crane, held it in the palm of his hand, scrutinized it for a while, and then stretched out his hand to pull the paper crane's tail, causing its wings to make small fluttering movements.
He was easily entertained by such gadgets and played with them for a long time.
So, after putting the paper crane back into the lucky bag, his fingertips were also stained with the smell of Jiang Fang.
They really lived like that.
Li Yinhang has always been suspicious and unbelieving, and since he has made a choice, he will go all the way to the dark.
Nan Zhou and the others said to stay first, and she stayed there.
Later things will be discussed later.
After secret observation, Li Yinhang finally, with his IQ, was convinced of one
matter.
His new teammate was definitely a green tea and tried his best to seduce his other new teammate.
For example, within a day, he would make an appointment with Nanzhou to do several things.
However, there is always a little thing that will be missed for various reasons.
For example, he wants to make fruit tarts for Nanzhou, for example, he wants to tell his own story to Nanzhou.
After all, it was something that the two of them had to accomplish together.
When it was late at night, Jiang Fang would always pat his head with a smile: "Ah, I forgot. I'm too tired today, let's do it tomorrow."
… Not only did he whet his appetite, he also quietly made an appointment to do what he would do the next day, creating such an "unfinished event", which made Nan Zhou look forward to what he would do with him the next day.
The lucky bag he carried with him kept the green tea smell on Jiang Fang on Nan Zhou for a long time.
Li Yinhang once doubted what kind of fragrance it was and why it could have a lasting effect.
Later, this question was answered.
One day, when Li Yinhang went to Nanzhou's room to ask something, she had seen with her own eyes that when Nanzhou was taking a bath, Jiang Fang grandly took out the lucky bag and sprayed perfume on it.
Being smashed by Li Yinhang, he was not in a hurry, just gave her a gentle smile.
… laughing out her goosebumps.
One day after staying inseparable with Nan Zhou for a few days, Jiang Fang suddenly disappeared from the hotel.
Nan Zhou really became anxious.
Despite his anxiety, he remained calm.
He didn't walk around aimlessly, but climbed to the roof, facing the scorching sun, looking around, waiting for Jiang Fang to come back.
Jiang Fang did not disappear for long.
An hour later, he returned on time.
Nan Zhou asked, "Why did you suddenly go out alone?"
Jiang Fang smiled and said, "Ah, there are only canned fruits in the hotel. I want to find some fresh fruits for you. Are you in a hurry?"
Since it was for himself, Nan Zhou couldn't say anything.
He gave a low "um", thought for a while, and then said, "Take me with you next time you go out."
Jiang Fang rubbed his hair and replied, "Okay, no problem."
Li Yinhang watched from the side, thinking that if anyone has the ability to say something and then give up, and want to refuse and welcome, no one will be able to take it down.
.
But she didn't dare to say anything, she could only observe silently, and then stay alone in the empty room.
... By the way, I put mouse traps and cockroach glue under my bed, hoping to catch the things that scratch the wall in the dead of night every day.
They can wait, but the other party can't.
Five days have passed in the blink of an eye.
The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were unable to obtain any information about the "Cube Ark". Every day was monotonous and tedious manual labor, so busy that his mind was numb and his eyes were blurry.
It's unclear what results this tedious waiting will bring, but Tang Song's injuries are actually getting heavier and heavier.
He was leaning on the bed, his long messy hair was tied in a small braid at the back of his head, and his specially crafted heroic face was covered with gray air, and his long eyelashes formed two small dots on his cheeks. A gloomy shadow.
Yuan Mingqing sat beside his bed, lifted the quilt, and changed his medicine.
When the gauze was lifted, all that drippingly stuck to it was festering flesh.
Jiang Fang said kindness on his lips, but the shot was impartial, just in the bone, just to abolish him.
Yuan, Ming and Qing's hearts were anxious, and their faces were not obvious. They lightly relieved Tang Song: "The weather is not good."
It's not dead, it's summer now, the vegetation is lush, and the water vapor is abundant.
In the subtropical summer, the towel is always dry, hanging on the rusty iron hook, and it will emit an unpleasant smell of damp rust within a long time.
The medicine provided to them in the town was rather perfunctory, and it seemed that they had no intention of curing Tang Song at all.
Yuan Mingqing had secretly opened the storage compartment countless times in the night when the screen was turned off from the camera.
But he knew that because of the setting of "Amnesia", he absolutely could not use any props.
If he secretly helped Tang Song recover, he would not be able to explain how such a serious wound disappeared out of thin air, and he had to act all the time. If he was a little careless, he would be seen through by a keen audience.
With their current level of attention, it is impossible to block the cameras 24/7.
He felt like a thief, sitting on a house full of treasures, but he didn't dare to spend even a cent.
Under all kinds of fears, Yuan, Ming and Qing could only watch Tang and Song's situation worsen day by day.
He was also constrained to take any effective action.
Everyone knows that he brought a wounded man to work.
I have to go back to the dormitory to take care of it, so many days have passed, Yuan, Ming and Qing did not even step out of the factory gate.
He couldn't help thinking, at the beginning, should he be more decisive, give up Tang Song and go all the way with Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang
But no.
That seemed like a dead end.
When Tang Song got the gun and had the opportunity to end the game with one shot, he was like Eve who was seduced by the snake, picked up the apple, and started the fall all the way.
… "Garden of Eden", for them "Adam", it is not good luck.
Yuan Mingqing shook off all kinds of thoughts, put medicine on Tang Song, and twisted a cold towel handle for him, and put it on his forehead.
Tang Song continued to have a low-grade fever, and his face had already turned a terrible bluish gray.
Anyone can see that his condition is extremely poor,
When the Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties were busy, Tang Song kept his eyes closed, as if he was immersed in a bad sleep.
But when Yuan Mingqing began to clean up the blood-stained gauze for him, he said abruptly: "I thought of a way."
Yuan Mingqing: "What?"
Tang Song raised his eyelashes laboriously, but with all his strength, he could only open half of his eyes.
He tried his best to keep his words clear: "You report me. Report me... I'm a normal person, I'm pretending to be crazy."
Yuan Mingqing thought it was a joke, so he subconsciously pursed his lips and smiled.
However, after he saw Tang Song's solemn expression clearly, he suppressed the smile from the corner of his mouth.
He rolled the gauze into a ball and squeezed it in the palm of his hand.
Tang Song's flesh and blood on it was unusually hot.
This is characteristic of carbon-based organisms.
Yuan Mingqing held the bloody gauze, as if holding a heart.
He suspected that he had been boarding in this body for too long, and he seemed to have grown a little compassion.
It's disgusting.
"I thought about it." Yuan Mingqing dismissed those unnecessary thoughts and replied in the most relaxed tone possible.
Tang Song: "Why don't you do it?"
Originally, his tone was pressing, but with the heat exhaling from his mouth, his tone was completely softened, the ending slightly dragged, and it was unusually weak.
Yuan Mingqing: "Because it may not be cost-effective. If I sell you, I don't know what I can get in return."
Tang Song: "Don't make trouble. I'm here, it's your drag. If I go on like this, the wound will become infected and necrotic, and it will be early.
Late is also dead. Rather play a role. - You always have some credit for reporting. If it goes well enough, if you make a request, you might be able to meet the owner of the town, what kind of bullshit 'god' they say..."
Yuan Mingqing: "But if you die..."
Tang Song decisively interrupted Yuan, Ming and Qing: "If you die, you will die!"
Yuan, Ming and Qing bowed their heads for a long time, gripping the gauze in their palms until it was hot and fishy.
He was right.
Here is the pvp copy.
In a pvp, as long as they win, even if one person dies, it doesn't matter. After the game is won, they will automatically be resurrected.
only…
Yuan, Ming and Qing were not reconciled.
They clearly had the upper hand and the advantage, but watched them all lost and turned into shackles that bound themselves.
The missed opportunity, the failed win, the "amnesia" setting that bound them, the snatched spear, the shattered knee...
Just having a face-to-face with the "Cube Ark" in the speeding train, were they forced to this field
The Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties refused to betray Tang and Song Dynasties, but they also avoided it subconsciously.
… escape the possibility of fighting alone.
"Let me think about it." In the end, Yuan Mingqing replied softly, "... Think again."
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