Jiang Fang used a non-existent key to open the existing door in front of him.
— Click.
The dormitory door slowly opened inward.
The purpose is to enter a... ordinary boys' dormitory.
Ordinary, no surprises at all,
There are not many things in the room, nor is it miscellaneous, that is, clothes and some books.
The quilt on the bed doesn't like to be folded, and kicks at the end of the bed indiscriminately.
Clothes were piled up in a mess on the back of the chair, layer upon layer like a nesting doll, and the bottom edge of the outermost coat almost fell to the ground.
The whole chair has done a good job of keeping it warm. At first glance, it looks like there is a man sitting on it alone.
Near the radiator, tossed a few colorful cheap barbells.
A soccer ball sits quietly near the bar.
Nan Zhou stood in the center of this small quadruple room full of life.
He tries not to trust his senses, nor to use his "feeling" conclusions as a reference part of the chain of thought.
Nan Zhou asked, "How many people live in this dormitory?"
Jiang Fang: "Four."
There are mattresses on the four beds, and the heavy traces of life cannot be ignored at all.
Nan Zhou asked, "How many people should there be?"
Jiang Fang stopped and seemed to have a clear understanding: "Four."
Nan Zhou: "How many people did you see on the nameplate at the door?"
Seeing that Jiang Fang didn't answer Nan Zhou's question, he just frowned slightly and thought, Li Yinhang was a little puzzled, and continued: "There are four."
Nan Zhou turned around and stared into her eyes: "Which four?"
Li Yinhang quickly counted it based on customer service-style memory: "That player surnamed Xie, Liu Shuoqi, and another Yu... What's the matter, I don't know that word."
Nan Zhou: "So, how many people are there in total?"
Li Yinhang subconsciously said, "Four."
Nan Zhou: "You count again."
Li Yinhang was quite inexplicable. He bent his fingers and carefully counted the heads one by one.
"One, two..."
When she counted to "three", she suddenly noticed something—
In any case, she couldn't remember the name of a "fourth person" that she was sure of existed just now.
Nan Zhou turned his head and looked at Jiang Fang.
The best way to solve chaos is to return it to reality.
Some of the facts that were originally believed in the heart can only be discovered after they have been reiterated through their own mouths.
Nan Zhou asked: "So, how many people should there be in this dormitory?"
No one answered him.
The cold wind of late autumn was sifted through the screens.
Several pairs of clothes hangers hanging on the balcony collided with the iron clothes drying rack to make the crisp sound of wind chimes.
And the three of them, in such a warm dormitory, stared at each other quietly, shuddering.
…
The "Longtan" trio hastily ended the investigation of 403.
After Nanzhou and the others left, they dared to turn around in 403 a few times, but also found nothing.
They are inevitably discouraged.
Thinking of Jiang Fang's few words about Xie Xiangyu before he left, the three of them felt even more uncertain.
Sun Guojing instinctively didn't want to deal with Nan Zhou and the others, but after being woken up by Jiang Fang, his impression of Xie Xiangyu was also poor.
The thought of working with him is as disgusting as eating a fly.
With all kinds of entanglements, he had to ask his companions for reassurance: "What the hell are we going to do? Who are we to cooperate with?"
Qi Tianyun was silent.
Now, he can see it.
It doesn't really matter who they work with.
Because with their abilities, they are not worthy to talk about the word "cooperation" at all.
Whether it's Xie Xiangyu's initiative to approach and provide information, or Jiang Fang's warm words and persuasion, it's all because the three of them are too useless.
Therefore, what these two groups really need is not a partner at all, but the "stone" that needs to be sacrificed when throwing a stone to ask for directions.
Oh no. There are three of them, and it should be three stones.
Of course, based on Qi Tianyun's opinion, he would never have thought that one of the two groups of people was trying to win over them just because they didn't want them to die, thus lowering the score that his team might get.
The three of them were at a loss when Luo Ge suddenly snorted.
He pointed to the door, signaling the other two to concentrate on listening.
squeak-
There was a faint sound of fingernails scraping against the wall from the doorway.
Tap, scratch, rub.
The sound is very low, but it is very close at hand.
squeak-
Luo Ge looked down.
The dormitory has cracked doors.
When sleeping at night, the goose-yellow lights in the corridor often blend in from under the door.
And now, at this time, it was pitch black in the crack of the door.
… something is standing outside their door now!
In broad daylight, the three of them exploded into white sweat.
Sun Guojing was frightened one after another, and he was already groggy.
His heart fluttered, his eyes widened, he strode to the door, and opened the door with a great range of motion.
His movements were so fast and his strength so fierce that he almost patted the bridge of his nose.
He let out a strong voice: "Who—"
At the door, Jiang Fang, who was watching Nan Zhou dismantle the famous brand at the door, turned his head to look at Sun Guojing, who was instantly dumbfounded, and nodded politely: "Hello. Let's find out some clues."
Sun Guojing was speechless.
Hold. If he hadn't been beaten, he would have already started.
…
Nan Zhou didn't like to talk to them, so the work of popular science was handed over to Jiang Fang.
In view of his good performance in discovering the clue just now, Nanzhou rewarded himself with a coconut bread.
When he swallowed the last shredded coconut cherishly, Jiang Fang finished telling their findings.
Of the three, two-thirds heard a loneliness, and it could be said that their heads were muddled.
Qi Tianyun, the only one who was not so confused, smiled and said, "Where's the evidence?"
Jiang Fang: "Hand."
Qi Tianyun was stunned for a while, then tentatively and defensively handed a hand over.
Jiang Fang pinched something and put it down in Qi Tianyun's palm.
The next moment, his palm sank subtly, as if something had really been put on it.
Qi Tianyun closed his eyes and tried to read the raised characters with his sense of touch, looking very serious.
… like a hilarious non-physical performance.
Sun Guojing looked funny.
What's this
A blind man touches an elephant
But within a few seconds, Qi Tianyun suddenly opened his eyes, his face suddenly turned pale, and he hurriedly threw the thing in his hand as if his hand was hot!
Sun Guojing did not see anything flying out, nor did he hear the sound of something landing.
He wondered, "Old Qi, did you step on the switch? What did you see, you're scared to be so virtuous??"
Qi Tianyun took two big breaths before barely easing the brief suffocation caused by fear.
He said, "… a name tag."
Sun Guojing: "... ah?"
Qi Tianyun raised his eyes and said in a depressed voice, "A nameplate taken down from the front of our door. There is a name on it."
--gt;gt;
Having said this, Qi Tianyun felt his throat dry and sore.
He simulated swallowing twice, only to feel that the tip of the tongue was spitless, the base of the tongue was stiff, and the free space was bitter.
Seeing that he had also learned to betray himself, Sun and Luo inevitably got angry: "Tell me! What did you write? What's your name?"
Qi Tianyun said softly, "... Hu Li."
"Hu Li and we are in the same dormitory. ... He turned out to be from our dormitory."
Sun Guojing was stunned for a while, then he laughed out loud: "What nonsense are you talking about? There are only three of us in our dormitory."
Qi Tianyun pointed to a pair of double beds standing side by side: "So, why do we have four quilts?"
Sun Guojing was confused for a moment.
… Yes indeed.
They don't seem to have said anything about the vacant fourth bed in the room and the full set of bedding above it.
They didn't discuss whether the fourth roommate would come back.
I haven't discussed how to get along with him after he comes back.
There was no discussion about why he didn't go home at night.
Even when Xie Xiangyu came to seek cooperation and wanted to stay in their dormitory, they didn't discuss how to explain the fact that a stranger was sleeping in their dormitory in case that person came back.
It seems that, in their hearts, a certain voice has determined for them that the redundant person will never come back.
Sun Guojing glanced down at his arm.
…with large chunks of chicken skin floating on top.
Sun Guojing's teeth began to tremble, but he still tried hard to find the rationale: "Maybe he doesn't live here a long time ago... Oh, maybe he has checked out, this bed is now Xie Xiangyu's. , aren't we bullying him? So just leave him here..."
Qi Tianyun shook his head at him and closed his eyes in pain.
… He has just touched the nameplate.
On the brand name, it is clearly the name of "Hu Li".
But when he informed Sun Guojing of the situation, he still got a pale denial: "Impossible! Maybe he moved! The things didn't have time to move, and the famous brand didn't have time to dismantle..."
What they're experiencing right now is far too counter-intuitive.
Sun Guojing had imagined that the worst outcome for himself would be death.
But it is by no means vanishing in isolation and without anyone knowing.
Disappearing may mean "death" in the game.
But, in fact, can he really die happily
What if he was still conscious then
If at that time, his name and things were completely forgotten, even if others looked at it and turned a blind eye...
Sun Guojing didn't know anything. The only thing he knew was that this horror was brought about by the unprovoked "rustle" sound,
… And he, had heard the rustling five times now.
The Sword of Damocles of fate decapitated Hu Li and killed Zuo Jiaming.
Now, it hangs on his head again.
Therefore, this speculation cannot be true.
How can it be true
The more Sun Guojing denied, the more the san value dropped.
Luo Ge, who read the changes in the important values of his teammates, was in chaos.
Once faced with incomprehensible and unbearable terror, the san value will drop all the way.
If it breaks the threshold of 1 and falls to 0, the spirit will suffer irreversible damage, and abnormal phenomena such as cognitive dissonance, loss of control of behavior, and confusion of thinking will occur.
Once zeroed, it means perpetual madness.
That is, the system determined that it was "crazy".
Luo Ge could not control Sun Guojing not to think wildly.
Seeing that Sun Guojing's san value dropped below 3 all the way, he changed his tone in a hurry and shouted to Nan Zhou and the others, "Think of a way!"
At this time, Nan Zhou was taking out another coconut bread and wanted to unpack it, but he endured it, put it back, and prepared to keep it for supper.
Hearing Luo Ge's tragic request for help and seeing Sun Guojing's empty gaze, he frowned slightly, and made eye contact with Jiang Fang again.
At present, it was his heart that was shaken by the unknown terror that bit and entangled Sun Guojing like a poisonous snake.
He didn't want to believe their judgments, that a living person would disappear completely from the world like lead marks under an eraser.
Uncertainty, distrust, and the uncertainty of "what if it's true".
The three forces are about to tear Sun Guojing's spirit into three sections, and three horses will divide the body.
In the face of Sun Guojing, which was on the verge of collapse, Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou quickly decided to take a powerful medicine.
They want to simply and rudely dispel two of these forces.
They want to convince Sun Guojing in a very short period of time that it is real and feasible for a person to be completely wiped out of this world.
Jiang Fang stepped forward and said to Sun Guojing, "Mobile phone."
Affected by the short-term rapid landslide of the san value, Sun Guojing's response was also slow.
He raised his head blankly, unable to understand the meaning of Jiang Fang's words.
Jiang Fang just said hello to him.
He leaned over and took out the phone from Sun Guojing's pocket, took his hand, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and then clicked on WeChat.
With a swipe of his slender thumb, he opened another small program.
… a software with a voice reading function.
Jiang Fang's fingertips were as flexible as flying, and he clicked on Sun Guojing's WeChat friend list, searched by the first letter, and selected the column beginning with "H".
Although Hu Li and Zuo Jiaming have both been forgotten by the world, there are many things that still exist objectively in this world.
For example, the dormitory key lost by Zuo Jiaming in the iron cabinet.
Such as a house number with a name on it.
Like their mattresses.
for example…
Chat history left on the phone.
It just doesn't seem to exist.
Jiang Fang's hands have perfect memory ability.
The brief operation was enough for him to master all the keys of Sun Guojing's mobile phone.
He scrolled down the list one by one, searching for the no longer existing Hu Li in the nooks and crannies in the column at the beginning of the H, the letter of "Hu Li".
He missed the dialogue between Sun Guojing and others again and again, and patiently exited again and again.
Finally, when he pokes the gap between the two contacts on the screen again, the screen of the phone suddenly freezes.
It seems to be dead.
When you click on another person's name, the phone no longer responds.
On the phone screen, the contact interface is still displayed.
But Jiang Fang knew that he had found the gap that did not exist.
Jiang Fang quickly slid the invisible chat records up and down a few times, fumbled to calculate the distance between the bubbles, copied a few texts, and put them into the reading software together.
He wants to let the software read aloud to prove the identity of the disappeared person.
After a few seconds.
Everyone present heard a mechanical, inorganic male voice.
That is the voice of the reading software.
AI cannot perceive the emotions of the speaker, how anxious, panicked, and hopeless.
It just faced the seemingly blank pasteboard, grimly repeating the words it read.
That was when Hu Li still existed, he used words to send to his good friends and grandchildren Guojing.
"Did you see that?!"
"Old Sun, there is someone, and he is standing beside your bed!"
"Why can't you see?"
"Aren't you playing with your phone? Why ignore me?!" :,