Li Yinhang: "...you understand this?"
Nan Zhou replied: "Painting also requires human anatomy."
This is one of the must-read items for a cartoonist, so I joined the Xinhua Bookstore package in "Eternal Day".
Of course, Nan Zhou chose the simple and rude twisting of his neck as his attack method, which was also learned from books.
Li Yinhang rolled up his sleeves: "What do I need to do?"
All she needs is the simplest instructions.
Nan Zhou: "Flip through the book and look for clues. When you see a tin soldier, run fast."
Li Yinhang looked at the fifteen complete tin soldiers who were standing against the wall, holding spears and dressed like the one-legged tin soldiers. He gathered up his courage and agreed: "No problem."
Nan Zhou turned to Jiang Fang: "Brother Fang, how about you?"
At this time, a new chess game has been opened.
Bai Zi starts first.
The mummified corpse holding the black piece seemed to be afraid that the slag would fall out of his head even if he moved his brain. His eyes were stiff like mercury, and he faced the chessboard for a full minute before slowly moving a live piece in the middle of the half-dead chess.
Jiang Fang: "...Me? I watch them play chess."
Before waiting for the one-legged tin soldier to speak, Jiang Fang put on a perfect smile and interrupted them: "You just don't welcome cheating by helping you find chess pieces. It's not that you don't welcome chess watchers."
The one-legged tin soldier opened and closed his mouth for a while, but said nothing, and continued to stand on tiptoe, watching the chess game.
Jiang Fang said to Nan Zhou, "Go ahead."
Li Yinhang hesitated a bit: "Aren't you really going to come with us?"
Jiang Fang crossed his arms and looked at the book labyrinth behind him: "There are so many books, one less for me, one more for me, what's the difference?"
Nan Zhou looked into Jiang Fang's eyes: "I don't think it's good."
Jiang Fang put on the back of his neck, kneaded it skillfully twice, and helped him relax: "I haven't played chess for a long time. Let me review it and teach you later."
He paused and hooked Nan Zhou: "By the way, come here, let me teach you some basic knowledge of chess first."
The two met head-to-head, and Jiang Fang said a few words and taught him to recognize the identity of the pieces and some of the most basic rules of victory and defeat.
Li Yinhang faintly realized that Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang had already thought of a way out.
She wanted to interject to ask a question, but when she realized the Tin Soldier was still with her, she shut up and pretended not to notice anything.
Nan Zhou was indeed a good student. After hearing the rules, he made a low "uh" to show his understanding.
He turned to the tin soldier: "After going out, will the story of being eaten be returned to us?"
Tin Soldier: "We only take full books."
The implication is to give them a fault tolerance rate after breaking the ban.
As long as they can finally find the soul of the piece and win the game, they can walk out with complete memory and themselves.
Hearing this, Jiang Fang raised his eyebrows at Nanzhou.
When he does this action, he has a relaxed and confident romantic meaning, which inexplicably can make people feel at ease.
Nan Zhou seemed to be persuaded by the words of the tin soldier, and said to himself: "...Yes, I can do it, but you may not be able to."
Jiang Fang: "Have you figured it out?"
Nan Zhou: "I figured it out."
Nan Zhou saw Jiang Fang: "Then, you must believe me."
Jiang Fang shrugged and smiled brightly: "It's always been."
When listening to Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang playing quizzes with each other, Li Yinhang was still at a loss.
It was only after he entered the bookshelf maze that Li Yinhang understood what it meant to be dizzy.
The books on the bookshelf have no concept of "classification" at all. Just like the human brain, they can put them wherever they want.
Two books with different authors and irrelevant themes can be placed together just because they were read on the same day.
Looking at the oak bookshelf that wraps herself in clusters, the books on it are large and small, colorful and dazzling, and she has only one sentence left in her heart:
Fuck, this can find a der.
Even so, Li Yinhang resisted the urge to sweat and focused on the bookshelf in front of him, trying to work hard.
The tin soldier just now explained the rules of the game to them.
In a nutshell, chess pieces will only go to books with fresh plots that are related to them.
So, it was a book related to bishops, chariots, knights, and janissaries, as well as books that looked relatively new.
She browsed the bookshelf in front of her, raised her arms, took a book from a height that met her preset conditions, and quickly flipped through it.
Compared to Li Yinhang, who was forcing himself to think at a high speed and search with all his might, Nan Zhou looked more like he was visiting a bookstore.
In the short life of Nan Zhou, so far, he has been fighting against all kinds of force majeure, and he has long been used to it.
Therefore, his mode of thinking is always simple, direct and effective.
- There is only 48 hours left for them to explore in the [Brain Invasion] dungeon.
Under the surveillance of the tin soldiers patrolling every half an hour, it is not enough to give them an extra 48 hours just to turn over all the books here.
If you spend too much time here, even if you can barely pass the level, who knows what game is hidden behind the next door in that brain corridor
Therefore, this level needs to be explored, but there must be a way to clear the level that does not take so much time.
After realizing this, Nan Zhou focused on the keywords that were clearly stipulated in the copy itself, but were easily distracted by the rules of the game and the tense atmosphere.
-【explore】.
He began to explore and discover freely.
In addition to the blank book that belonged to him that was originally held in his hand, he also took down a book that introduced the basic rules of chess from the bookshelf, and flipped through it in his palm to collect information.
If this is really someone's brain, he should like chess very much.
Books such as chess manuals and chess skills are the most regular.
They are placed in the only exit from the bookshelf, and there is no need to spend time and search deeply.
The copy also seems to take care of players who do not understand chess.
Even if the incoming players don't understand the rules of chess, there are also step-by-step tutorials that you can use at any time.
Unfortunately, these books are too old.
There is no trace of the chess piece's soul inside.
Nan Zhou's fingertips slowly slid along the spine of the book, walking towards the depths of the labyrinth.
He pulled out a book at random.
It was a book as beautifully bound and as evenly thick as the blank book in their hands.
The ridge seam is stamped with gilded writing.
The scribbled characters were unlike any type of human civilization he had ever seen.
Nan Zhou opened the title page and found that the main text and words, like the title of the book on the ridge, were all odd-shaped words from which no information could be obtained.
It reminded him of the palm with the substance of frog webs of unknown origin in the copy of [Fear of the Full Moon].
But Nanzhou was not disappointed.
He turned the book to the back.
The text is only halfway through, and it stops abruptly, ending in a hurry.
The second half of the book is full of blank paper.
Nan Zhou took out another book on another shelf.
As usual, it was a strange text that he could not understand.
But the content is richer than the other book in Nan Zhou's hand, the text composition is different, and the white pages are much less than the previous one.
The Tin Soldier said that the library would only contain whole books.
Then, it can be understood that these strange words included in the same hard-cover hardcover book are some players who entered the dungeon, but unfortunately failed the game, had to leave their own life stories, and were permanently trapped in the library themselves. .
Nan Zhou was very interested in their stories, but unfortunately he couldn't understand them.
With a little regret, when he pushed the book back to its original position, the crisp sound of big-toed shoes hitting the ground suddenly sounded in his ears.
Nan Zhou's expression moved, and he walked quietly and silently to the depths of the bookshelf.
The tin soldier's shoes stepped on the oak floor, and they were very recognizable, and the cold sweat on Li Yinhang's back was stamped down.
There is only one entrance to the Bookshelf Jungle.
Therefore, she also acted in the same way as Nan Zhou, tense her nerves, and quietly detoured into the more complicated bookshelf labyrinth.
However, oak floors are way too much of a hindrance after all.
This not only marked the position of the tin soldiers for Li Yinhang, but also inevitably exposed herself.
She simply took off her shoes, held them in her hands, and continued to sneak in.
The soft socks fell on the floor, and the sound was almost gone.
But every now and then, when both feet landed and the joints at the heels tugged and made a tiny crackling sound, her nerves would also explode.
She twisted and twisted for more than 100 meters, and when she came to a bookshelf in the back, she finally dared to stop and took a breath.
She didn't dare to waste time, and she rummaged through the bookshelf again, trying to find "the soul of the chess piece" in the mood of a blind cat looking for a dead mouse.
But after this interruption, her heart was a little confused.
Despite her repeated warnings to stay calm, her hands were shaking like Parkinson's when she pulled out books and put them down.
Besides, she couldn't concentrate at all.
In addition to the one-legged tin soldier, there were fifteen tin soldiers on patrol.
A group of five soldiers is divided into three groups.
Their hard cowhide soles rattled against the oak floor.
For a time, she was disturbed by the noise of the patrol.
Far and near were the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, making it impossible for her to judge the other party's position based on the distance and nearness of the sound.
Therefore, when a wave of horror hit him, Li Yinhang only had time to pounce laterally in embarrassment, holding a pair of sneakers and his own blank book, and hid it on the side of the bookshelf.
A group of tin soldiers actually hid themselves in the loud footsteps and approached Li Yinhang.
Although Li Yinhang had flashed fast enough, she had already crashed into the eyes of the leader of the Tin Soldier Squad who led the team first and bypassed the bookshelf.
She heard a dull, inhuman tone:
"It's a book."
"Our... book ran away."
Li Yinhang's scalp exploded with a buzzing sound.
She glanced frantically at the blank book in her hand.
On the spine of the book, her name appeared impressively.
She opened it tremblingly, and found that on the originally blank title page, black printed fonts began to appear automatically.
The title of the book is Li Yinhang.
Author, Li Yinhang.
… Chapter One, One Year Old.
Li Yinhang didn't dare to read any further, he closed the book with a snap, chose a direction, and galloped away.
Heart beating wildly, soles of feet hurt.
She almost ran for her life in the jungle of bookshelves in a panic.
However, things went downhill all the way in a direction that she couldn't control.
As soon as she rushed out of the cover of a book, she saw the three numb faces of the tin soldiers, all turned back, and aimed firmly at her.
Li Yinhang took two steps back stiffly, feeling the weight of the book in his arms increased subtly.
It was as if his soul was being transferred to this dead book little by little.
She felt almost unable to hold the book.
Her original self-comforting, exploratory, non-spiritual copy would not be so difficult.
She tried her best not to think about the difficulty of Fang Pian J, not to scare herself.
She never thought that she might be folded in a library.
She forcibly earned her desire to survive and ran away to a place again.
But she has exposed too much.
When rushing to the middle of the two books, she realized in panic through the books that she was double-teamed by two teams of tin soldiers who followed the sound.
She stopped abruptly, for a moment in awe.
A heart jumped straight to the mouth of the cavity, jumping up and down, making her breathless.
Her thoughts turned sharply, and she dropped her shoes, holding the book in one hand, using both hands and feet, and was about to board the bookshelf as a last-ditch effort.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the gap at the other end of the bookshelf and lightly touched her fingertips!
Li Yinhang's whole body froze, and the word "finished" just filled half of his head when he saw a pair of quiet eyes, winking at her across the book forest.
Li Yinhang thought for a moment, then immediately moved, and threw the book in his hand across the bookshelf.
Immediately, her figure disappeared into the air out of thin air before being caught by the rushing tin soldiers' eyes.
Nan Zhou reached out to catch Li Yinhang's book, put Li Yinhang and the book together in the warehouse, shook his numb wrist, quickly put his arm through the gap in the bookcase on the side, and released Li Yinhang again.
Li Yinhang had already understood it, and as soon as he got his footing, he took Nanzhou into his warehouse according to the procedure they had rehearsed during the break.
The duo crossed the relay, silently and quickly passing each other to further distances in a very short period of time.
A few seconds later, a tin soldier's head suddenly appeared from the top of the bookshelf.
The junction of his neck and head made a toothy metal screeching sound.
It looked around the top of the bookshelf.
The top of the bookshelf is empty.
There is no escape book.
It bowed its head again.
It wanted to look down from above the bookshelf and find the fleeing figure.
Fortunately, its height is there.
Even with air dominance, it can't see very far.
They still lost track.
Under the seventeen bookshelves, Nan Zhou and Li Yinhang sat side by side.
Li Yinhang covered his mouth and controlled the surging air flow with small mouths. His alveoli were about to burst, and his chest was burning with pain.
Nan Zhou took out the hardcover book that belonged to Li Yinhang, and glanced at the spine of the book where the content had been added, and he understood most of it.
But he didn't say anything.
He just pulled her arm away and let her hold the memory that belonged to her firmly in his arms to help her recover quickly.
When the faint blush on Li Yinhang's face faded, Nan Zhou asked softly, "Have you found anything?"
Li Yinhang took a deep breath, opened the book in his arms, glanced at it a few times, and handed it to Nan Zhou.
She put her arms on her knees and spread her fingers: "I have been seen by five tin soldiers."
Hearing this, Nan Zhou turned to the catalogue and found that the catalogue had been updated to Li Yinhang's five years old.
Nan Zhou: "So, is this the story of you being eaten?"
"I don't know, I don't remember much about the things before the age of four." Li Yinhang put his hand into his messy and sweaty hair, trying his best to calm himself down, "The five-year-old thing..."
The images of her parents before the age of five, the joys of childhood, and the taste of various snacks all faded from her memories.
The memories before the age of five were forcibly stripped from her mind.
The flower of memory that belonged to her is blooming brilliantly on the cold pages.
Unfamiliar to the teeth.
"This time, even if I made a trial and error." Li Yinhang panted slightly, took out a pen and paper, and shook his hand to write and analyze Nan Zhou, "If you violate the ban once, you will lose a year of memory. I was killed by tin soldiers. I saw it five times. I think, probably not because the number of violations of the prohibition is intensive, the punishment will be superimposed. Two becomes four, four becomes eight or something."
A story about being seen once by a patrolling tin soldier and eaten by a book for a year.
That overturning a bookshelf and disturbing a game should also be counted in times.
Li Yinhang's operation can be regarded as a test of his own, and he has figured out this law.
It is also valuable information.
Nan Zhou replied seriously: Thank you. Hard.
Li Yinhang leaned back, closed his eyes, and smiled helplessly.
At this time, she was quite fortunate that Nan Zhou was by her side.
She knew she had made a mistake, and almost held her back.
At this time, Nan Zhou would not comfort him as warmly as Jiang Fang.
He just stayed, silent, and said nothing.
As a partner, this is enough to make people feel at ease.
Nan Zhou turned page after page of his own blank book, waiting for the tin soldiers to end their search, while imagining what his story would be like if it were presented in words.
He imagined it for a while, dull.
So, he couldn't help but think, if there were words in Brother Fang's book, would he record what he looked like when he was a child.
He remembered the wonderful childhood that Jiang Fang told him about him.
If there is... :,