The original state of light and charm is just a blurred human-shaped halo. After seeing the blood, its true appearance is revealed.
Before he could figure out the logic of the third box world, Nan Zhou had no intention of causing trouble in this world.
When he noticed that the light on his body was gradually fading with the blood flow, Nan Zhou shrank back and hid himself in the quilt.
But the trouble is clearly right in front of him, and he can't solve it by hiding.
Nan Zhou's mind was chaotic, and many questions poured out one after another.
How much useful information is hidden behind {Jiang Fang}'s words
In such a weak and imprisoned situation, how can he escape
Will "tickets" be in this world
Where is {Nanzhou} in the third world now
But all the problems in his mind were like a glimmer of light, and he didn't have time to think more deeply about any of them.
With the full moon in the sky, physical weakness and soreness took over Nan Zhou's body and mind.
The body is like an iron block that has been burned to thousands of degrees and immersed in ice water.
He could hear his scalding bone and blood gushing white smoke, the core of his body was undergoing a prolonged and painful boiling, and the surface of his skin was cold.
In contrast, the severe pain in the palm was insignificant.
Seeing him hiding in the quilt, {Jiang Fang} outside was not so angry.
His voice became light and slow, with an unusual sense of coaxing in his tone: "Don't hide from me. What's so shameful?"
When Nan Zhou heard him speak in the same voice as Jiang Fang, he didn't like it and frowned.
The next second, the quilt on his neck slowly sank.
… that was in the shape of a dagger point.
With a layer of soft quilt, {Jiang Fang} gently pressed his throat with the tip of a dagger, forcing him to not be able to breathe.
"Come out by yourself." {Jiang Fang} murmured, "This is not good for you, I don't want you to die like this."
There was no movement under the quilt, but the white light from the bottom of the quilt gradually faded.
{Jiang Fang} patiently pressed his throat for a long time, but the people below did not respond at all.
{Jiang Fang} said to himself: "...It doesn't matter if you die, don't die too fast."
He withdrew the dagger and lifted the quilt.
Immediately, his entire body was struck by lightning, and he stood on the spot.
Nan Zhou knew that he looked strange now.
He had just ended a life-threatening fight with [Nan Zhou] in the last box. He was sweating through his clothes, and a strand of long hair was still wet against his temples.
Because I just got out of the hypoxic state, a lot of fresh air poured into my lungs, and it was inevitable to feel overwhelmed.
His undulating chest rested on his knees, curled up slightly, lying on the bed, dripping with cold sweat, which made him look like a weak and frail teenager.
The moment {Jiang Fang} lifted the quilt, the last ray of white light disappeared from the top of his hair.
He was clearly dressed neatly, but at the moment when the light faded, he gave the illusion of being naked.
{Jiang Fang} looked very different: "...you?"
{Jiang Fang} withdrew, facing the implantation, and took two steps back.
After a brief absence, he actually grabbed the dagger in his hand, using pain to confirm that it wasn't a hallucination.
Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips like a drip.
As the pain invaded, his demeanor also changed subtly, the corner of his mouth trembled twice, and it was difficult to tell whether he was crying or laughing: "Nanzhou, is that you?"
Nan Zhou breathed attentively, allowing the black barrier caused by suffocation to quickly fade away from his eyes.
The slightly distorted face of {Jiang Fang} appeared clearly in front of his eyes.
Nan Zhou felt a little distressed.
Because he thought, would such an expression also appear on his brother Fang.
When his father and mother died, when he lived alone, when he was funny as a clown.
But soon, Nan Zhou's eyes returned to a calm indifference.
... He is not Brother Fang after all.
The atmosphere in the room was stagnant for a while, so heavy that it was impossible to circulate.
What finally broke the gloom was {Jiang Fang}'s step forward.
"Tell me." {Jiang Fang} said softly, "Talk to me for a while. As usual."
"...Even if you lie to me, that's fine."
His voice was exactly the same as the original Jiang Fang, and Nan Zhou could not just sit back and ignore it.
He turned Mochizuki's gaze back and looked at {Jiang Fang}.
Combining the currently known fragment information and {Jiang Fang}'s reaction, Nan Zhou knew that {Jiang Fang} and {Nan Zhou} in this world were familiar with each other.
Combined with the second world, Nan Zhou came up with his own ideas and a way to get out of trouble.
"I'm looking for something." Nan Zhou was not in a hurry to explain the distinction, but made a direct request, "Help me find it."
As soon as Nan Zhou opened his mouth, the hoarseness in his voice startled him.
Jiang Fang's violent oppression just hurt his throat.
As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a touch of blood in his voice.
Regarding his request, {Jiang Fang} was not only not angry, but also maintained a certain level of calmness and asked him, "What is it?"
Nan Zhou was not polite, and pointed to the pen and paper on the table not far away.
Taking the pen and paper, he drew with his uninjured left hand, and simply outlined the appearance of the iron box.
Nan Zhou did not know that there were still several worlds in a box waiting for him.
To escape from the hands of {Jiang Fang} in the double debuff state of being injured and full moon, it must take a lot of trouble, and it is even more wishful thinking to find the box under the influence of the full moon.
Unless he is willing to wait until daylight.
But the 12-hour boarding time is getting closer and closer, and he can't afford to delay this time.
Entrusting this matter to {Jiang Fang} is indeed a crazy adventure, but it is also helpless.
At least, Nanzhou believes that this {Jiang Fang} is willing to do this for {Nanzhou}.
"It's where I work every day, it's not hard to find." Nan Zhou tried to find out more information from his words, "...you know what?"
Sure enough, {Jiang Fang} straightened up, took out a hand-painted small town map from the drawer, simply drew a few lines, marked a few points, then opened the door and called a man.
The man's eyes and expressions were rigid like a puppet, and every time {Jiang Fang} said a word, he nodded dumbly.
Click once every seven seconds, and so on and so forth.
This is an NPC-style reaction that Nan Zhou is used to seeing.
When {Jiang Fang} was about to close the door, Nan Zhou specifically explained, "Don't break it, and don't open it."
{Jiang Fang} laughed, and didn't bother to instruct: "They are not that smart, nor are they so curious."
After hearing his answer, Nan Zhou's eyelashes drooped, and most of it was clear in his heart.
In the third world in a box, {Jiang Fang} is the protagonist of Never Town, and everyone else is NPC.
NPCs rarely have the curiosity that normal people should have. Even if they get an unfamiliar box, they will only follow the instructions and bring them honestly.
However, contrary to the last world in a box, he fell in love with {Nanzhou}.
He hates Guangmei because his parents were killed by Guangmei, but he doesn't know that {Nanzhou} is a part of Guangmei.
He formed a team of NPC hunters to hunt Guangmei, just like he used power to tame Guangmei NPC in the original Never Town.
However, {Nanzhou} is a monster without self-awareness, following the logic of this world, carrying out brutal killings, forgetting everything in the daytime, returning to normal, and calmly accepting the protection of {Jiang Fang}.
When Nan Zhou was piecing together the story line of this world, {Jiang Fang} barely wiped off his bloody hands with a white towel. Holding the medicine box, he squatted down in front of Nan Zhou, pulled his injured palm, and pulled out the The wooden thorns in his palm bandage him.
As he moved, he whispered softly: "I used to be afraid that you would know that there are monsters in this world, and I was afraid that you would be afraid, so I told you that my parents were taken away by angels. You ask me if you will also be taken away by angels. Take it away, I said, as long as I'm here, I won't. At that time, did you laugh at me in your heart?"
Nan Zhou didn't care about his gentle sickness, and looked back calmly: "No. In the daytime, Guangmei has no memory of being a monster."
{Jiang Fang} laughed miserably: "Really?"
He exerted force on his hand, and wanted to use a bandage to hurt Nanzhou, but in the end he just put the bandage on his fingertips, forcing his fingertips to tremble slightly because of ischemia: "Then why don't you come and tell me at night? , are you the monster wandering in the town?"
He scolded him gently and affectionately: "Little liar. We grew up together, you lived next to me and lied to me for so many years."
With just a few words, he told Nan Zhou a sloppy but moving story.
Nan Zhou fixedly looked at his hair spinner and felt that this feeling was very strange.
He seems to be traveling in different time and space, watching the same but unfamiliar characters, and personally interpreting completely different stories.
Saying that, {Jiang Fang} raised his eyes.
Those eyes were still pale, which made the scarlet surging under his eyes especially hideous.
"If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have nailed you." He suppressed his emotions and gave him a beautiful smile, "It hurts, right?"
He pressed the back of Nan Zhou's head with his long, medicinal-smelling fingers and touched his forehead. His tone became more tactful, but the content became more cruel: "We should die together, right?"
Nan Zhou: "...?"
When his head was forcibly pressed, he blinked, unable to understand the mental illness that had turned into the wind.
He decided to switch tactics.
... pretending to be another {Nanzhou} is not something he is good at.
"What's in that box?"
At this moment, {Jiang Fang} asked: "Is it the secret of you monsters?"
Nan Zhou kept his head pressed by him and replied, "It's the secret to destroying this world."
{Jiang Fang}'s expression froze, and the powerful palm immediately released.
Previously, his emotions were ups and downs, and between great sorrow and joy, many details could not be captured.
After calming down and looking at Nan Zhou, {Jiang Fang}'s expression gradually changed.
He took a step back defensively, "...you're not him. Who are you?"
This sentence basically confirmed Nan Zhou's judgment on the world.
In this closed and chaotic town, the only one who can clearly recognize each other is the one who has maintained a sober mind in pain for many years.
Every Nanzhou has its own Jiangfang.
The same goes for every Jiang Fang.