Being reminded by Nan Zhou, Li Yinhang almost got goosebumps to the sky.
I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but she directly synesthetes her previous experience of eating Maonaohua with the current environment.
She suspected that she had smelled a faint smell of raw fat.
Even breathing became greasy.
Under such psychological pressure, Li Yinhang felt nauseous even breathing.
Is this a fucking psychic attack
Thinking of the unprecedented "J" level of difficulty, Li Yinhang felt that he was going to die for the first time.
Seeing Li Yinhang's face blushing a little, Jiang Fang put a hand on her shoulder, removed the silver chain used for decoration on the choker, and swayed gently in front of her eyes, forming a halo in the meager light. , successfully attracted the attention of Li Yinhang.
Jiang Fang: "Are you afraid of claustrophobic spaces?"
Li Yinhang tried his best to adjust his breathing and answered in a loud voice, "No."
Jiang Fang: "Afraid of the dark?"
Li Yinhang shook his head.
Jiang Fang: "Afraid of the sound?"
Li Yinhang: "A little bit."
Jiang Fang: "Smell?"
During the conversation with Jiang Fang, Li Yinhang struggled to get back from the edge of the cliff with a broken mentality.
She goes to great lengths to confront her fear with "express fear": "Hmm."
Jiang Fang's eyes were filled with gushing tenderness: "There is no smell here. You can breathe with confidence."
Seeing Li Yinhang's breathing recovering smoothly, Jiang Fang smiled and turned to leave.
Almost at the moment of turning around, his smile naturally disappeared.
His gentleness is a special offer, and he doesn't want people who are dragging his feet to exist in the team.
The problem is solved, and naturally there is no need for his gentleness.
He walked to Nan Zhou: "Mr. Nan, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
At this time, a san-valued monster was looking left and right, without showing any discomfort: "What?"
Jiang Fang: "...Nothing."
Nan Zhou turned his head and saw that Li Yinhang's face was still red and white, he couldn't help frowning: "Is Yinhang uncomfortable?"
Li Yinhang tried his best to swallow the acid water flooding his mouth: "It's almost done."
Nan Zhou's tone was a little confused: "Why are you uncomfortable?"
Li Yinhang's eyes were full of sorrow, and his eyes were hazy with tears due to the disgust of the residual acid reflux.
- It's not that you said we were in someone else's head.
After Li Yinhang euphemistically expressed the source of his discomfort, Nan Zhou did not immediately express his understanding.
Nan Zhou: "You feel sick, so you can throw up at any time."
Nan Zhou: "It's very impolite to vomit in other people's heads."
Nan Zhou: "Since you have the initiative to disgust others, why are you still uncomfortable?"
Li Yinhang: "..."
Li Yinhang suddenly felt better.
The effect of Nanzhou-style logic is even better than Jiang Fang's diversion.
After the hard core comforted Li Yinhang, Nan Zhou had already stepped on the soft medullary carpet, bearing the ubiquitous chewing sound, and came to a "door" in the central corridor.
When he really stepped into this "corridor", Nanzhou felt the slight bumps and bumps under his feet.
It's like walking on uneven ground.
And this door should be a materialized, entrance to a certain brain matter
Nan Zhou knocked on the door and politely said, "Is there anyone?"
Jiang Fang: "..."
He didn't know for a while whether the silence was more terrifying, or if someone responded more terrifying.
Li Yinhang finally slowed down.
She obediently stood beside Nan Zhou, and looked at the ordinary door in front of him, the surface of which was covered with white spider silk.
There is a little distance between the crack of the door and the ground, and there is a faint light inside.
Nan Zhou knelt down on one knee and looked inside the crack of the door.
The light that emerges is multicolored, with an illusory halo, like the sheen of sunlight reflected on oil paint.
Nan Zhou whispered to himself:
"If we're really in one's head..."
"What kind of person would this be."
After checking the eyes with the other two people and making sure everyone was ready, Nan Zhou pressed down the door handle.
The surrounding scene suddenly changed.
The chewing noise disappeared.
The door they came in disappeared completely in front of them and behind them the moment they opened.
A breeze mingled with the aroma of wood and calligraphy came blowing.
Nan Zhou opened his eyes and found that they were in a huge... single-story library.
The huge dome of the library is like a page that is being turned over. One corner is raised high, which drives the other triangles to undergo subtle deformation.
The bookshelves, like the floors and walls, are made of oak.
The arc-shaped bookshelves in the shape of brackets stand in a row, firmly enclosing the three of them.
Nan Zhou took a few steps forward and walked past several bookshelves, and found that the bookshelves were arranged in no order, as if they were arbitrary.
And all three of them had a hardcover book in their hands.
Nan Zhou opened the book.
The book is blank.
From the title page to the last page, there is not a single word for the content.
The white paper was turned over from his palm, and there was a rattling sound, which made people feel empty.
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang exchanged glances.
Nan Zhou: "I'll go up and take a look."
With that said, Nan Zhou clamped the blank book by his side, kicked the edge of the bookshelf, jumped three times and two times, and stood at the top of the bookshelf.
They're right in the middle of this weird library.
The circles overlap, and the order is taken out of chaos.
Layers of arc-shaped bookshelves expand from the center, echoing each other.
It's like a labyrinth in a gossip array.
In the end, a complete circle is formed.
The only exit from this labyrinth of bookshelves is just south of them.
It was a wooden door carved with strange embossed patterns.
Jiang Fang observed the surrounding environment from below and asked him at the same time, "What did you see?"
Nan Zhou summed it up briefly: "The bookshelf is like a labyrinth. There is a door out of the labyrinth."
Li Yinhang's spirit was lifted: "We can get out of this maze and get out of the door, and we can win, right?"
Nan Zhou lowered his head and said seriously, "No."
Just as Li Yinhang was about to speak, he saw a one-legged tin soldier carrying a gun jumping over and appearing at one end of the bookshelf.
Jiang Fang turned sideways and quickly protected Li Yinhang behind him, and with his hands behind his back, he took out the attacking cards.
Nan Zhou sat on the top of the bookshelf, lowered one leg, and looked at the tin soldier who was only knee-high.
… full of curiosity.
The tin soldier, holding a spear, knocked on the ground, and said in a pleasant short male voice:
"You want to open the door out, don't you?"
"Use your brains and help him."
After finishing speaking, it kicked its pointed-toed shoes and jumped forward.
Li Yinhang and Jiang Fang looked at each other and chose to follow.
Nan Zhou did not walk below, but strode between the bookshelves, his steps were light and silent, so as to help them point out the nearest path.
It was also good to be sure that there were no ambushes or traps on the way the tin soldiers took them.
Led by the tin soldier, it took them 10 minutes to get out of these labyrinth-like bookcases.
They came to the door with ease.
It was not until he reached the door that Li Yinhang understood what Nan Zhou meant.
There is a chess board inlaid on the door with bumps and grooves.
There is a human figure in the shape of a mummified corpse, with long shoulder-length hair draped over his shoulders, a withered hand on one side of the chessboard, guarding the endgame of sunspots in front of him, with a pair of dry eyes, and there are circles at the moment. , The blue-gray fine lines that almost droop to the corners of the mouth.
He was like a clay puppet who was determined to sit and die here, and with a little poke, it would disintegrate on the spot.
And the white chess playing against him is more like the door than a human being.
White moves without hands, without wind.
When they came to the board, black had already been checked by white.
The black king chess fell on the chessboard, and the glazed crown shimmered.
The tin soldier stood on tiptoe, admiring the chessboard solemnly, and talking to the mummified corpse: "I lost again."
The mummy faced the chessboard, silently fascinated.
Li Yinhang: "..."
The player who only played backgammon in class with the same table looked carefully at the other two and whispered: "You... Who has played this..."
She couldn't even remember the official name of chess for a moment.
After holding back for a long time, she said in a general way: "... chess?"
Nan Zhou probed into the chessboard: "I can learn it now."
Jiang Fang stared at Nan Zhou: "Understand a little."
Nan Zhou really looked at him.
Jiang Fang's smile softened a lot: "When I was in college, I participated in two school-level competitions." Because there are bonuses.
Nan Zhou's eyes lit up as he wished: "Teach me later."
Jiang Fang had already noticed the abnormality on the chessboard, reached out his hand, and at the same time made a gentle promise: "… Certainly."
He found that eight black pieces were still in the original position and had not moved from beginning to end.
But when he tried to move the pieces, he discovered that the eight black pieces seemed to have been cast on the chessboard and could not be moved at all.
A chariot, a bishop, a knight, and five janitors, each standing in its place, were all blurred and completely immobile.
Eight to sixteen, it is strange to win.
It seemed that the tin soldiers had not called them to play chess.
Sure enough, the tin soldier guided the boat with a spear in his hand: "Here. I've brought you those who are looking for chess pieces."
The mummy didn't look up.
He just lifted his eyelids, and the "Cube Ark" heard the crackling sound of his skin.
There was a glutinous rice cake that made Li Yinhang dare not think about its specific ingredients, and fell on his knees along his eyelids.
The tin soldier also seemed to be afraid that he would shatter on the spot when he made a sound. He turned his head with a clack, and blinked at the three of Nan Zhou with his round cartoon eyes: "My friend, I lost an important piece."
"Their souls are so playful, always drawn to fresh stories about them, and run into various books and hide."
"Just bring their books to the edge of the chessboard, and they can be resurrected on the chessboard."
"All you have to do is find them."
"My friend won the game, you can go out."
The tin soldier's eyes were fixed on them, and his voice became low.
"However, we need to agree on a few taboos."
"Taboo one, do not destroy the bookcase."
"Taboo two, don't disturb. My friend needs to concentrate on playing chess and hates being disturbed."
"The third taboo, don't be seen by other tin soldiers. It's cheating for me to take you to help my friends. Every thirty minutes, they will patrol the museum in groups of five. If they are seen, You will be treated as thieves; if caught by them, you will be turned into tin soldiers."
"Friendly reminder, they will come in ten minutes or so."
"Every time a taboo is violated..."
"The book in your hand will eat up part of your story."
The righteous tin soldiers raised their spears at them.
"Help my friend win."
"Or, stay and be one of our stories."
Li Yinhang turned around to look at the maze-like mountain of books behind him, his head buzzing several times.
"Eat the story"
"Become a story"
what does this mean
Is it because the memory is eaten by the book
And then... into a creature like the emotionless chess-playing machine in front of me
Before she could figure out what to do, Nan Zhou pointed at the dead chess seriously and asked the tin soldier for advice: "Can you break it down? It's not difficult to break it."
Tin Soldier: "..."
Nan Zhou took the initiative to say, "I'll show it to you."
The Tin Soldier's pocket spear stood up, blocking Nan Zhou's movements, obviously a staunch defender of the rules of the game.
It stood on tiptoe and continued to watch the game of his mummified friend.
Li Yinhang, who was inexplicably put on a strange mission, was confused and muttered softly, "But what does this have to do with 'brain invasion'?"
Nan Zhou, who had failed to do anything just now, was astonished with an extremely flat expression: "Probably because this is the superior frontal gyrus in the frontal lobe of the brain? It is in charge of movement, learning, planning, computing and working memory?"
After coming up with this imaginative conjecture, he looked at the overlapping sea of books: "These books may have been read by the owner of this brain." :,