"No one of us paid attention to Fat Ci before, but he didn't disappear... Although it is illogical to say that ghost stories are illogical, but don't you think this style of painting that will disappear as long as no one pays attention is seriously inconsistent with this world? ?”
"You can just talk about the results, there is no need to talk about the process."
Standing up from the ground, putting on the leather gloves on his hands, and looking around cautiously, Yuan Que spoke with a solemn expression.
"I'm really not good at guessing riddles. By the way, do you wise men like to sound dumb when you talk? What did you find on that guitar?"
"I did discover something."
Bai Zhi put the guitar back on the bed, turned his head, and nodded seriously.
"I thought this might be an elite or even perfect piece of equipment, but what I didn't expect was that it was really just an ordinary guitar that had been repaired many times."
Yuan Que: "..."
It was undeniable that although what Bai Zhi said was no different than what he had not said, the calmness on his face relieved the tension in everyone's hearts to a great extent.
"Stop joking and tell the truth."
With a somewhat helpless sigh, the West Pavilion Master began to speak.
"What is the reason why Li Tong and the others disappeared? Where are they now?"
"Okay, then I'll tell you the truth... But I would like to advise you to be mentally prepared, because the words you hear next will prompt you to take some abnormal actions."
His eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, and he exhaled in his mouth. Inexplicably, the expression on Bai Zhi's face turned out to be slightly scary.
"Are you sure you want to listen?"
"We are players, we are not afraid."
Swallowing unconsciously, Yanhuo Fengyue raised his hand.
"Really? Then please control your emotions."
Bai Zhi slightly raised his chin and spoke quietly.
"First of all, do you know Menelaus's theorem?"
"Menilaus' theorem... Hey, do you know what this is?"
Turning his head, Yanhuo Fengyue quietly asked Chang Xi, who looked thoughtful next to him, in a sneaky voice.
"Tell me this secretly, let me tell you, and I'll give you 100 yuan."
- When it comes to accumulating majesty, Yanhuo Fengyue, whose majesty value has fallen into a state of severe poverty, is now resorting to all possible means.
... If I had a brain as good as that black and white guy, I wouldn't be lacking in things like majesty! !
It's a pity that her fantasy was ruthlessly shattered by the West Pavilion Master.
"Yes, a mathematical theorem."
After thinking for a moment, the Master of the West Pavilion frowned slightly and spoke.
"Then what? Does this have any deep connection with what you are going to talk about next?"
"That's right, this mathematical theorem has nothing to do with what I'm going to talk about next."
Bai Zhi nodded solemnly.
Master of the West Pavilion/Fireworks Fengyue/Yuanque/Pangci: "..."
Unlike the four of them who fell into silence, Chang Xi looked thoughtful.
"Humans are indeed very interesting..."
"It's so funny, I want to slap these chicken legs on that guy's face now!!"
Yanhuo Fengyue was so angry that her teeth started to itch.
"But he was right. Indeed, after he finished speaking, you all couldn't control your emotions and actions."
Chang Xi looked puzzled.
"And I think what he said is really interesting, don't you think?"
"hehe."
Yanhuo Fengyue responded with a standard hehe fake smile.
"... We are talking about serious matters. The current situation of several of them is still unclear. Please stop joking."
Even if it was due to the West Pavilion Master's qi-nurturing skills, it also took him a while to control his desire to rush over and beat someone up.
"Who says I'm kidding... Well, then I'll tell you my real reasoning about what I found on this guitar."
Pouring his lips, Bai Zhi reached out to pick up the guitar on the bed. Bai Zhi walked to the open space in the center of the room, then raised the guitar in his hand and introduced it in a serious manner.
"Although this guitar looks like an ordinary guitar on the surface, it is actually an ordinary guitar..."
"... Let's see for ourselves."
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, interrupting Bai Zhi's words, and the West Pavilion Master spoke silently.
"Eh? But there are three... ah, no, four spectators here..."
"You don't need to introduce us, we'll come and see by ourselves!!"
Before Bai Zhi could finish his words, Yanhuo Fengyue decisively pulled Chang Xi out of bed.
Similarly, Yuan Que on the side also stood up after shaking his head a little helplessly.
But what they didn't expect was that shortly after they stood up, the black and white in front of them suddenly narrowed their eyes. When he turned his hand, there was already a black pistol pointed at Yanhuo Fengyue. There, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Accompanied by two crisp gunshots, the two tables collapsed as blood was spilled.
-Bai Zhi finally got the opportunity he wanted.
After the two rooms were connected, the two desks originally placed by the window in the room became square tables for placing some idle items.
In line with the gentleman's principle of putting ladies first, such a desk was placed in front of the beds of Yanhuo Fengyue and Chang Xi.
As for the other desk, it was placed in the isolation area, and Li Changyu's head was placed on that desk.
The places targeted by Bai Zhi's two shots were exactly these two tables.
The table behind Yan Huo Fengyue was shattered by the gunfire. While the food on the table was scattered on the floor, a few clean chicken bones also fell from it.
In the isolation area on the other side, a certain Fatty who was tied to a chair stared blankly as a bloody head in front of him rolled down from the desk and rolled to his feet.
—That is the head of the missing old two-dimensional Li Changyu.
Volume One: The Gap between Virtuality and Reality: Chapter 507 Chapter 500 The Real Old Two-Dimension
Because of Bai Zhi's sudden move, there was a moment of silence in the room, and then the silence was quickly broken by Yuan Que.
"...Does the furniture also have life like those organs?"
After looking at Yuan Que who rushed over to check Li Changyu's condition, and then looking at the two scrapped tables, the expression of the West Pavilion Master changed greatly.
"If you say so, then Li Tonghe who disappeared..."
Without too many words, the West Pavilion Master replaced his words with his next actions.
The silver-white knight's long sword emerged from the void in front of him, and was then held tightly in his hand. With several brilliant and extremely fast sword lights flashing in the air, the end singer and Li Tong lay on the ground. The two beds immediately disintegrated and collapsed.
However, there was no sign of the two of them among the ruins of the fallen bed. The bed of the End of the World Singer was quite clean, but there was obviously a large amount of residue left in the middle of Li Tong's bed. Blood stains, and a dozen torn pieces of clothing.
"Deliberately damaging public property, remember to pay for it later."
Pouting his lips, Bai Zhi put the pistol in his hand into his cuff again.
"Also, except for Yanhuo Fengyue and a certain Fatty, it's best for others not to touch anything. Otherwise, if you are swallowed or injured, you will be lucky."
... You still allow the public to carry guns... Guns are not allowed in your country, right? There isn’t even a store that sells guns…
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and the West Pavilion Master spoke to Bai Zhi in a deep voice.
"Where are Li Tong and the End of the World Singer? If they were really eaten by the bed, why weren't they in here?"
"Why aren't you here? No, look, these are fragments of the clothes and pants Li Tong wore before. There is also a finger missing here, with obvious bite marks on it... It's strange, where did the teeth come from on this bed?"
While studying the pool of blood that appeared in the center of the bed, Bai Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly.
"He was swallowed whole by surprise. Although he reacted immediately, he was still a mortal body after all and suffered a lot of injuries... That's right. Who would be careful about what's underneath him? Where’s the bed you’re lying on?”
"So where are they now?"
Looking at the pool of blood mixed with some residual limbs, the West Pavilion Master frowned.
"Hmm... It should be going inside Noah's Ark."
Bai Zhi clapped his hands and stood up.
"Noah's Ark is not a hotel, it is just the incarnation of the Ark... You know a lot, let me ask you a question."
Turning his head, Bai Zhi asked the West Pavilion Master with great interest.
"Noah's Ark is a world's last resort, and the store manager is its chosen spokesperson in the world. Do you think Noah's Ark itself will have its own consciousness?"
In fact, the origin of this problem had already arisen in his mind.
—The Noah's Ark that came to dock in Binhai City had previously had the idea of kicking off its originally selected spokesperson and then unilaterally identify itself as the owner of the store.
What does Noah's Ark itself represent
A world's last fire, or the world's last hope for recovery? Or is it simply something else
"Do you know about Alaya consciousness and Gaia consciousness?"
After a moment of silence, the West Pavilion Master asked.
"I know, I also read FATE."
Bai Zhi nodded seriously.
"You know how to be the best at it."
Master of the West Pavilion: "..."
Feeling a little uncomfortable, he turned his head and the West Pavilion Master spoke.
"... Generally speaking, these two refer to the so-called world consciousness. What Noah's Ark carries is the last fire of a world and the last hope after a world's despair."
"So the world itself has world consciousness?"
Bai Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Then does our world also have the so-called world consciousness?"
"In most worlds, world consciousness is in a state of chaos. Unless it is a completely dead world, world consciousness exists in all worlds."
The West Pavilion Master opened his mouth to explain.
"In fact, not only in the West, but also in the myths and legends handed down in your country, there are also descriptions of world consciousness, which is the so-called way of heaven, and the way of heaven is clear."
"Hmm... Got it."
After thinking for a moment, Bai Zhi nodded thoughtfully.
"Then it looks like the two of them are in danger... Forget it, let's not talk about it for now. Let's deal with the current bad situation first."
"Okay, then it's time for me to ask you questions, right?"
Taking a deep breath, the West Pavilion Master saw him.
"Where did you draw that inference? Is there really anything written on the guitar?"
"Oh, no, I lied to you."
Bai Zhi smoothly put the guitar on his back and spoke calmly.
"As for the inference... Wasn't the chicken drumstick that Yanhuo Fengyue had just gone?"
"Chicken legs? What chicken legs?"
Pulling his heartbroken gaze away from the food scattered on the ground, Yan Huo Fengyue looked a little dazed.
"It's the chicken leg that was stolen and eaten that you complained about before. Speaking of which, the bones are very clean..."
Chang Xi squatted on the ground to examine the pile of wood fragments with interest, Chang Xi had a look of emotion on his face.
“So the table also likes to eat chicken legs?”
"...a process of elimination?"