The frugal Chu Tianshu finally drove the excavator to dig out the frozen heart from the bottom of the lake.
"This is called pretending to be cool for a while, and the crematorium afterwards." Sitting on a small bench, Lin Huai rested his chin on his head, which was gradually coming out from under the ice. Frozen effect, why did you throw it into the lake?"
"Because that's more handsome."
As Chu Tianshu said, he wiped off the blood mist on the black gemstone with the corner of his clothes, and carefully put it into his pocket: "Although the aftermath process is generally troublesome..."
Lin Huai: "...it's not so much trouble, it's better to say that your previous fashion value has been wiped out by your behavior of digging the ground."
"However, generally speaking, every time when I'm doing the aftermath, the nearby onlookers either run away or are dead." Chu Tianshu smiled, "So the last step is omitted..."
Lin Huai: ...
Looking at Chu Tianshu's hearty smile, he couldn't help rolling his eyes.
It is rare for people to be confused in this world. He decided to give up investigating the cause of death of the onlookers and entangled in the content of "the last step". Fu Liye and others have already left, and now only Lin Chu and Lin Chu are left in the lake of blood.
"go?"
After hearing Chu Tianshu's voice, Lin Huai shook his head.
"Before I leave, I want to do one thing." With a brisk tone, he stood up from the bench, "For example—"
"Go back to the Huxin Pavilion and look at the last painting." He said, "Besides—"
"—I still want to know what the painting 'Chrysanthemum' is." Lin Huai tapped her forehead with her index finger, "Although I have passed this test, I still feel a little unwilling..."
"It's a scratch."
"Scratches?"
"To be precise, it's the scratches on the coffin lid." Chu Tianshu said, "'Hold your hand and grow old with you', this copy from the very beginning implies that this painting must be related to 'hands'. "
They walked along the mountain road all the way to the shore.
"At first I thought that the nature of the 'Chrysanthemum' painting was similar to the other paintings, such as blood-stained plum blossoms, hair shadows under the ice, and blood trails on the gravel beach. After choosing the hand belonging to 'Zhou Ying' from the many ghost hands, they clasped their hands together, and the shadow reflected on the lake. After all..." Lin Huai moved her fingers, "The shape of the hand is similar to that of a chrysanthemum. And Zhou Ying's obsession lies in his hands."
"However, when he was on the lake, he told me that he had never entered the lake. He would enter the lake during my round of fantasy experience, purely on a whim. If so, then..."
"No one can choose the right hand in the lake, so the focus of the so-called fifth play is not on holding the hand, but on the players' reactions after failing to choose the arm." Chu Tianshu said, "In The moment the choice fails, the boat will become a coffin lid, and the players on the boat will be dragged into the bottom of the lake by hundreds of ghost hands, and the key to survival is the moment before the players are about to be dragged into the bottom of the lake—”
"You mean..."
"Before I was dragged into the bottom of the lake, I firmly grasped the coffin lid and left scratches on the inside of the coffin lid." The cold voice said, "This is the so-called 'chrysanthemum' painting."
The white-haired Sha stood on the shore, and with the hunting wind, his theater robe fluttered like a red butterfly.
In the distance, Lin and Chu have already boarded the boat. The old man in black stood behind the white-haired Sha, silent as he had been for decades.
"Actually, from the very beginning, I never thought about letting any player survive."
He took a last look at the two of them, lowered his head, and lowered his gaze to the jasper ring in his palm.
"Let's go."
Two figures, one red and one black, disappeared on the island.
Lin Huai tried to turn the turntable, but no matter how hard he tried, the ship remained motionless as if dead.
"The copy is over, and the ship's driving function has also been released." Chu Tianshu looked down, "It seems that we can't go back."
Lin Huai: "Can't you install an electric motor?"
Chu Tianshu: "Brother Daxiong, do you think I am Doraemon?"
Lin Huai: ...
After thinking for a moment, he clapped his fist with the palm of his hand.
Lin Huai: "I have a solution."
"What way? Do you want... to row back by yourself?" Chu Tianshu spat out the blade of grass in his mouth, with a face full of tears and laughter, "Come on, you should call me Doraemon."
Lin Huai: "No, don't forget my hobbies."
Chu Tianshu: "?"
Lin Huai: "Lend me your hand."
He grabbed Chu Tianshu's hand and put it into the lake without any explanation. Chu Tianshu was so startled by him that he screamed in grief and indignation: "Fuck! You actually use me to fish!"
Human flesh and blood are indeed the best bait. Not long after, a few ghosts surfaced on the water.
It was too late, but soon, Lin Huai's claws were like lightning, grabbed them one by one, and threw them onto the boat.
The small boat with a shallow draft sank a lot. Chu Tianshu flicked the water in his hands, looked at the ghosts crawling on the boat, and Lin Huai who was trying to subdue them, and showed a confused expression: "What are you doing?"
Lin Huai pressed one with his left knee, grabbed another with his right hand, and pressed another with his left arm. He raised his head with difficulty and said, "Brother Doraemon, do you have a bit for a horse?"
The blade of grass in Chu Tianshu's mouth fell to the ground: "Huh?"
"Or change something." Lin Huai said, "Do you have a dog sled collar?"
half an hour later.
Lin Huai was sitting on the bow of the boat, holding a long whip in his hand, watching with satisfaction the huskies who were harnessed in front of the boat and rode a sled, and were struggling to move forward in the lake.
"What a perfect scene." He said triumphantly, "My fishing plan has finally been practiced here..."
Chu Tianshu folded his arms and leaned on the boat, looking at him with a crazy expression: "So...you have been planning this since you entered the dungeon?"
Lin Huai: "Oh."
He smiled at Chu Tianshu inscrutablely: "Guess?"
Chu Tianshu: "..."
Lin Huai was in a good mood, and he put the whip in his palm from time to time, as if he was going to beat the ghost. After thinking for a while, Chu Tianshu chose to sit beside him and sang Jingle Bells.
Amidst the sound of jingle bells, the pair of Santa Clauses, with the three little elks, arrived at the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
There is also a white light door to enter and exit the dungeon on the Huxin Pavilion. The two got off the boat and walked into the room.
The four scrolls that were originally blank have been completely filled.
The first painting is red plums, burning red plums, like blood, like the setting sun, under the plum tree, stands a figure in red.
The second painting is bluegrass, the bluegrass is faint, growing by the water, and the blue shadow is like hair. Behind the orchid grass is a shadowy and graceful girl.
The third painting is black bamboo, the black bamboo is straight, and in the bamboo forest, the lonely back of the woman in the bamboo hat is hidden.
The fourth painting is blood chrysanthemum, the chrysanthemum petals are like crab claws, and they are messy like human claws. Afterwards, a white-haired figure stood vaguely.
Four seasons and four beautiful pictures are finally completed.
Lin Huai opened the book of fate to the last page, and wrote the story of Zhou Ying in the chapter "Dongli" which was originally blank.
Different from the other three stories, there are new notes at the end of this chapter.
"Everything with love is evil, and no one is wronged."
"The land is thick and the sky is high, it is a pity that there is endless love in the past and the present; foolish men and women, poor love and debts are hard to pay."
He read these two sentences for a while, and suddenly asked Chu Tianshu, "The last sentence looks familiar, which book is it from?"
Chu Tianshu leaned over and took a look: "Uh, "Dream of Red Mansions"? Looks like a couplet by Nie Hai Qing Tian Bo Ming Si."
Lin Huai nodded thoughtfully: "I see."
He stood in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, remained silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "I have a reasoning."
Chu Tianshu: "Tell me about it."
"I suspect that the examiner, the owner of the Huxin Pavilion, is a user who has been poisoned by ○ blog promotion."
Chu Tianshu: "... I also have a reasoning."
"What reasoning?"
"About the last sentence." Chu Tianshu said thoughtfully, "The land is so high, and the love between the past and the present is endless; Idiot men and women, poor love and debts are hard to pay... I suspect that there is a hint in this sentence."
Lin Huai: "What hint?"
Chu Tianshu walked towards the four paintings: "This couplet is from "Dream of Red Mansions", right?"
Lin Huai: "Yes."
Chu Tianshu: "The ending of Dream of Red Mansions is a white expanse, the land is so clean, right?"
Lin Huai: "Yes."
"So," Chu Tianshu suddenly tore off the four paintings and put them into his package in an instant, he spoke at the fastest speed, "I suspect that this is the master of the lake pavilion suggesting that we take them away. These four paintings start to shake like crazy, let's run quickly!!"
As he spoke, he grabbed Lin Huai's hand and left the lake pavilion before the suddenly enraged examiner let out a piercing roar.
— and took the four paintings.
Lin Huai: ...
The moment he stepped into the door of light, he turned his head speechlessly. I saw that the originally calm lake had already set off huge waves!
Countless bright red hands tried to reach them through the light gate, but they were all blocked by the light gate. Before disappearing, Chu Tianshu told him with his last voice: "Don't worry, the examiner is not allowed to kill by the system after entering the defense space. I have tried many times and it is safe..."
Lin Huai: "Damn it, have you tried it many times?!"
Now he finally knew where the things in Chu Tianshu's inexhaustible package, comparable to Doraemon's, came from! !
The feelings are all from this kind of dungeon, from the hands of the examiner boss...
I snatched it!
"Damn it," Lin Huai finally regained his composure when he sank into the space for replying, "Well...if there is only one electric pole in the Huxin Pavilion, why shouldn't he also take away the advertising paper on the electric pole?"
As he spoke, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be holding something hard in his hand.
Lin Huai: ...
It seems that he also brought out the props of that system, the book of life!
He sat in the defense room for a long time with anxiety (tax evasion).
No one came behind the glass.
Lin Huai:
After a long time, he heard the sound of the system.
"The examiner went to collect debts, and has no time to defend the player. Please return the player to the system space."
Lin Huai: ... As expected of you, Chu Tianshu.
Su Shi said that knowing what life is like everywhere should be like Feihong stepping on slush. Fingers and claws are occasionally left on the mud, which is what Hongfei counted. As the so-called slush claws, and Chu Tianshu's philosophy of life may have many similarities with this sentence - he is slush claws, he is plucking wild goose. What they have in common is that they leave good memories and take away good memories in the places they pass by.
Pure white light swept across his body, and he closed his eyes.
After falling into the system space, he heard the familiar and unfamiliar voice of the system again.
"Welcome back, Lin Huai."
It was like a welcome, and it was like a sigh.