Everything is evolving, bugs are evolving, and now even clay figurines are evolving.
Sur still remembers that the first little man was obsessed with plastic surgery, and the latest one has learned to sew wool from himself.
"Props?"
After Zhu Yu asked, he shook his head to deny the answer, the props could not have sanity.
But at least one question can be answered... How did Sur set the tower clock faster.
He couldn't do it himself, but the clay figurine was just right.
While thinking about it, the futon bounced off the unknown object that wanted to climb up.
The little clay figurine fell to the ground, and there was more mud around it.
However, this scene gave Sur more hope in his eyes. The futon did not choose to kill directly but drove him away, which proved that it was not easy to judge.
"Peach Blossom Spring..." Sur looked out, and suddenly he could feel Ji Heng's mood when he carved these words on the tree. The current world is no different from the Peach Blossom Land to human beings. It seems beautiful, but it can be interpreted from the multiple perspectives of future generations... It is a place full of dangers, and even a terrifying place.
The little clay figurine didn't have so much thought, and the more frustrated it became, the more courageous it became, trying to keep climbing.
Sur didn't care whether the futon could understand him, he opened his mouth and said, "It's a real little devil, and the yin in the body doesn't originate from this world."
The rules require that the person sitting on the futon must be a real visitor from afar. The player meets the definition of 'visitor', but it is not real. Sur doesn't even know what his original name is, and the little clay figurine perfectly avoids this.
In order to get all the yin, the clay figurine also worked hard, jumped to the ground and rolled forward, kicked his legs and then rolled over, and turned his body outward 720° and landed on the futon accurately.
"… "
For a split second, Zhu Yu even forgot to think about its origin, and asked earnestly, "How to skip marriage and pregnancy and directly own such a kid?"
Sur didn't answer, and focused on the futon: "How long?"
Zhu Yu was stunned, and was about to turn on the tablet to time the clock. Ji Heng had already replied, "One minute and forty seconds."
The futon stopped attacking temporarily, and the little clay figurine sat cross-legged on it, his body twitching, far less calm than it seemed on the surface.
"Take care of it, please." After saying that, Sur walked into the courtyard and groped on the big tree: "It's not this one."
Ji Heng also came out at this time: "Looking for a tree?"
Sur nodded: "The ghost king said that you wrote on the tree, and the self-analysis in the falsification also mentioned the tree."
'Now the peach trees in the yard are about to wither', he still remembered this sentence in his psychological monologue at that time.
Ji Heng: "Since it is mentioned that the peach tree withered rather than the peach blossoms, that tree is probably dead."
Hearing that, Sur stood there for a few seconds, thinking about where it might have been planted before.
Ji Heng pondered the analysis: "The yard faces south, and peach trees are not suitable for planting in front of the house. You can go to the back and take a look."
Sur raised his eyebrows: "Is there such a saying?"
Ji Heng nodded and said as he walked towards the back of the house, "Tao and Yi have the same pronunciation, so there will be taboos."
Thinking of the other party's experience, Sur sighed: "Unfortunately, even if you didn't plant it in the south, you were still doomed in the past."
Ji Heng smiled and agreed: "That's true."
They had been here for a while, but this was the first time they had set foot behind the house. Overgrown with weeds, there are many gaps in the middle of the brick wall, and it is crumbling after the wind, frost and rain. There was a stake not far away, and Sur walked over quickly.
Before he could reach out to dig the pit, Ji Heng pulled him from behind and jokingly called him a literary genius: "A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, you should know this."
Sur looked up at the weak wall, and continued: "Call me if you have something."
Not to mention, he is excellent in the 100-meter sprint.
"Why care about a tree?"
"Gou Baopu gave me peach blossom branches. Everything in this copy revolves around peach blossoms. It's best not to let go of everything related."
Seeing him digging around the stump, Ji Heng laughed: "I don't have a habit of burying things."
Su Er's hand stagnates for a while, and then he swings his index finger: "Actually, you are very sad."
Ji Heng was stunned.
"When a person reaches the pinnacle of a certain field, it is easy to be empty, and you have no lover to share the joy, so why not just bury flowers in the yard and write a diary?"
"… "
Helplessly crouched down, Ji Heng said sternly, "Empty is not the same as boredom."
The sound in his ears continued, and Sur ignored the digging and concentrated on digging. The hard work paid off, it was about forty centimeters deep, and his fingers finally touched the smooth edge. He hurriedly accelerated and took out a dusty wine jar not long after. It was very light, and it was obviously not filled with liquid. After opening the package, Sur picked up his sleeves, took out some withered and rotten petals and a small notebook.
Turning his head: "What did you just say?"
Ji Heng's expression at this moment is wonderful, so wonderful that Sur regrets that he didn't record it in time.
Glancing at the book with disgust, it happened that the wind was blowing, and the petals were blown into fine powder and smeared his face.
Su Er kindly handed over a tissue, Ji Heng took it, wiped his face, and took the initiative to read it. It records that the human brain transplant operation was not a success. At first, there were obvious rejection reactions twice, and it was barely successful until the third time. However, the sequelae are very strong. After the operation, the brain can think normally, but the hands often tremble slightly, and I also feel nausea and cannot eat.
The physical examination was all normal, and the doctor's suggestion was to transfer to a psychiatrist.
"The doctor was right," Sur said.
Ji Heng has a slight obsession with cleanliness, his own brain and other people's bodies, this configuration is an insult to him.
The diary also mentioned that he was going to publish the history of three hundred years ago to the public, so that human beings could see the reality clearly, and had to accept the central plan when they lived or died.
When Sur was focusing on the content of the text, Ji Heng suddenly began to tear up the diary.
Although confused, Sur did not stop him, and gradually he realized that Ji Heng had only picked out a few pages and tore them open.
"These sheets should be a little thicker." Ji Heng explained, his fingers rubbed against the cracked burrs, there was indeed a layer of paper, he carefully uncovered and poured out a dry flower leaf with '2' written on it.
Next, I found four such flowers and leaves in turn, 3240 in page order.
Sur: "It seems to be a date."
Ji Heng smiled: "It could also be a password."
"Hey, you guys..." Xu Yangyang ran out to call for someone, saw that they were holding something, and swallowed the second half of the sentence: "Have you found anything?"
"a string of numbers."
Sur stood up a little violently, with golden flowers in his eyes: "Have you passed the futon game?"
Speaking of this, Xu Yangyang's expression became a little complicated. He took out a mass of things wrapped in cloth, and the clay figurine was divided into four and five parts, only the head was intact.
"Shock...all...my..."
At this time, I still think about Yin Qi.
Sur stretched out his hand to close his eyes, but the clay figurine refused to close his eyes.
"I see."
It's a pity that in the eyes of the other party, the scumbag's credit rating is zero, and he asks for the benefits to be paid immediately.
Su Er glanced at Ji Heng, the latter nodded, stepped into the room, and raised his eyebrows at Xu Yangyang before leaving. I wanted to stay and have a look, but received a hint that Xu Yangyang regretted going back to the house.
After everyone was gone, Sur began to squeeze his body again to infuse yin qi.
The front and back rooms were only a few feet apart, and the voices of Xu Yangyang and Ji Heng explaining the situation on the road were intermittently heard.
"That's it, the futon only released a small killing move in the last ten seconds, and its body burst on the spot..." Xu Yangyang sighed: "The vitality of ghosts is stronger than that of humans, so they won't die."
When the two people entered the room, the words behind him were completely inaudible. Sur moved quickly and muddy. When it was the last part, the little clay figurine suddenly opened his eyes.
Sur was angry and funny: "I'll give it to you."
While using the electric shock to pass the yin qi, he wondered what his image was in the eyes of other people. Don't dare to say, what he promised will definitely be done.
"I'm the real one who gets out of the mud and doesn't get stained..."
In self-appreciation, put on the little clay figurine and go back to the house.
There was one more person inside, Li Shuo.
Sur's eyes flickered, and he quietly found a place to stand. After a while, he said, "It's messy outside now, you should be very busy."
Li Shuo: "I found the old Taoist priest that Lu Lanxin gave birth to. According to what we said before, you have to contribute."
"Okay." After agreeing happily, Sur hesitantly glanced at the demon monk: "Master and I still have some private matters to discuss."
Li Shuo went out knowingly, went back to the car and waited.
"Museum in the city." After Li Shuo left, the demon monk calmly stood up and put away the futon: "There is what you are looking for."
The tips he gave gave players hope again. If there is no accident, as long as you go to the museum and destroy the alien probe, you can leave this damn copy.
"It should be sooner rather than later," Xu Yangyang said excitedly: "Before there are too many sojourners to control, we have to hurry over there."
Everyone's thoughts were similar. Before stepping over the threshold, Sur suddenly turned around, and the demon monk was actually weeding.
Aware of his sight, the demon monk pulled out the roots: "Actually, these weeds grew here before me. I felt they were annoying and pulled them out, but the weeds in this world are inexhaustible."
Knowing that this was alluding to the relationship between humans and bugs, Sur had no position to say too much, and finally left without a word.
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The players came out one after another, and Li Shuo rolled down the window: "Get in the car."
Sur: "There are too many people to sit, so we ride bicycles."
Before being refuted, he made a final decision: "There are other things to solve on the way."
Li Shuo frowned and didn't ask for it. He looked at the person who came out and closed the door and asked in a low voice, "Where did the monk come from?"
Sur responded perfunctorily: "In a circle."
After a pause, he said, "Where is the old Taoist now?"
"City Museum."
Sur's eyes changed, and it was the same as the place given by the ghost king.
After confirming that he was not going to get in the car, Li Shuo drove away first: "Call me when you arrive."
Seeing that the car drove a long distance, Xu Yangyang walked to the front and smiled: "The probability of coincidence is too low."
After speaking, he looked at Sur: "Have you met, he is not working in the formal organization department?"
Sur: "On the premise of not being parasitized, he is indeed a good person."
On this day, the city's eggs were rampant, and no one could guarantee that Li Shuo would not be parasitized.
"Anyway, I have to go to the museum." Zhu Yu turned on the voice navigation and got on his bicycle.
Su Er agreed with her. Yu Guang noticed that Ji Heng was stopped by Princess Camellia, and hesitated to push the bicycle over. Xu Yangyang was also ready to join in the fun, when the host's fluttering voice came over: "The more you know, the faster you die."
Xu Yangyang sneered and hurriedly rode away.
Princess Camellia then said: "There are two options after successfully passing the must-death round."
Sur narrowed his eyes vigilantly, and when he suddenly mentioned this, he was probably ill-intentioned.
Princess Camellia smiled and stretched out a finger: "One, return to the original position as an aborigines; two, continue to pass the copy, accumulate enough points to be sealed by the game memory, and live in a beautiful fictional world from now on."
Ji Heng's eyes were cold: "Storage the memory?"
Princess Camellia: "It's all the memory related to the game, including your current experience, the friends you know... all will be forgotten." At the end, she looked at Sur: "Of course, including him."
Painful truth and false beauty, you have to choose one.
Just like Peach Blossom Spring, once you leave, you can never find the entrance again.
"At the same time, everything about you will be wiped from other people's minds."
When the words fell, Su Er and Ji Heng did not speak, and for a while they could only hear the sound of the wind blowing leaves.
Princess Camellia was immersed in this sudden silence, as if she could sense the pain of the players through the silence: "In the past, it was not that no one passed the must-death round, but most of them were in the process of accumulating points in the dungeons in the later stage, and their emotions became more and more negative, resulting in die."
False beauty, is it really worth looking forward to
Sur thought of himself first. In his memory, his parents treated him extremely well, but no matter how happy the game data was, it would only make his heart more empty.
The host chooses to tell the truth at this time, which can be described as murder.
As if seeing through his thoughts, Princess Camellia smiled and asked, "Are you still looking forward to a certain death game?"
Stay alive to remember everything, otherwise you have to be like a puppet of a game, clearing your memory and living in the so-called 'real world'. '
A person's character and character are gradually formed through countless experiences. Without these memories, it is like past and present lives, and cannot be simply classified as the same person.
Sur glanced at Ji Heng who remained silent... He was sure that he didn't want to forget this person, and he didn't want the other party to forget him.
In the face of the cruel reality, his lips were pale, his fingers clenched tightly, and he finally made up his mind to look at Princess Camellia: "Excuse me, what are the requirements for the host?"
As a host, you can experience the real copy world relatively safely, and you shouldn't need to have your memory sealed. Taken together, it's barely acceptable.
"… "
The frenzy between the brows disappeared, Princess Camellia's face was ashen, where is the gloating just now, almost lost her voice for a long time: "What did you say?"
Sur repeated patiently.
Princess Camellia: "What did you say?"
Sur repeats it a second time.
Princess Camellia: "What did you say?"
Sur's eyes darkened.
Princess Camellia was expressionless: "It's too windy."
He couldn't hear.