"I finally woke up," Du Zijun snorted, swinging the lighter between his fingers, "What am I talking about? You can still get results if you push hard."
"Your education methods are problematic enough." Wen Zheliu complained, "However, judging from the setting of tonight's scene, there should be some follow-up developments. It's just that we cracked the answer after just a few questions. .”
Congratulations, the answer is correct! You are the best detective tonight!
Xie Yuanyuan's heart was still beating wildly after he was suddenly pulled out of the copy. He leaned back on the chair and heard the crisp unlocking sounds coming one after another.
The status and attributes gradually returned to their proper level. Xie Yuanyuan buried his face in the cold wet towel and let out a long breath.
"Oh my god..."
Wen Zheliu looked at him sympathetically: "Thank you for your hard work, you performed well!"
"Let's keep up the good work next time," He Qin added, "one hour and twenty-three minutes, there is still a lot of room for improvement."
Du Zijun's expression was indifferent. He held a cigarette between his fingers and did not light it. He just played with it.
"I can only make do." His tone was also calm, "If you are lazy again, be careful about your legs."
"I know, I know..." Xie Yuanyuan pursed his lips and protracted his voice aggrievedly, "I will work hard..."
Please stay awake to receive the reward cg for solving the problem!
As soon as the sound of the system came out, the four of them knew that they would watch another holographic movie today.
Xie Yuanyuan felt as if he had been granted amnesty, and hurriedly sat upright, holding the towel in his hand.
From the beginning, everyone saw the hazy dawn of dawn. The ultramarine sky in the distance was still dotted with a few sparse remaining stars. The horizon on the other side was already brewing with a drunken and slightly blushing color, and the dew was splashing. The mist in the dense forest was cold and moist, brushing past their faces.
There was a man walking on a rugged mountain road, carrying a large basket behind him, filled with rustling green grass leaves, and holding a hatchet in his hand.
"Wearing a monk's uniform." Xie Yuanyuan's eyes were sharp and he could see the man's clothes in the dim light at a glance, "What is the basket on the back for?"
"... Pigweed." Wen Zheliu twitched the corner of his mouth and spat out two words, "Okay, I know who he is."
"Friendly reminder," He Qin held Wen Zheliu's hand under the table, stroking his palm like a cat scratching a scratching post, "Don't pick up the wounded randomly."
After saying this, Wen Zheliu smelled a vague smell of blood in the new cold air of the morning.
"Friendly reminder is invalid." It was so itchy that he rubbed his hand hard on He Qin's fingers, "He is going to save people."
The young monk once again rescued a wounded man in the thin morning light. The war had just ended. There were long-lasting wounds and constant death and tears everywhere. Only this isolated town was the only safe haven nearby. However, they rarely come into close contact with such wounded people.
The nuns were busy fetching water, looking for medicine and cloth, and tidying up an empty room to accommodate the unconscious man. The golden morning air was filled with the smell of alcohol. After wiping away the mud and blood scabs on his face, the man's face was revealed. His cheeks were thin and there was a dark scar under his eye, which was an old injury.
"It turns out it was him," He Qin said, "then the whole thing can be connected."
"Who?" Wen Zheliu didn't see this man in the fantasy on the first night, "Has he appeared before?"
Du Zijun said: "On the first day I met him, the character image in the copy was not too deviated. This person has appeared before."
As they spoke, steam from the hot water was already swirling around the room. Two strong nuns used hot water to spread open the tattered clothes that were stuck together with flesh and blood. They saw the wounds on the man's back, with several deep cuts showing the bones. claw marks, he was attacked by wild animals.
"You rescued one the day before yesterday, and another one today." The dean and the monk stood at the door. She still wore the rosewood rosary on her chest, but she looked more energetic and her eyes were brighter, " I heard that the war is over, but the frequency of taking care of the wounded here is higher than before... Maybe only the Lord knows the reason for this."
The monk smiled, with gentle blue eyes: "Please don't worry, Mammy. The war is indeed over, and they will be fine."
"How was the child's injury that day?" A hint of hidden worry quickly flashed across the dean's deeply creased brows, "May the Lord bless this young man who is suffering so much."
"You can already go to the ground for a walk," the monk said. He didn't know what he thought of. He smiled, with a hint of self-deprecation in his smile. "It's just that the injury still needs some time to recover, and the vigilance is very strong."
The dean rubbed the rosary beads on his chest and said softly: "If your right eye causes you to stumble, just pluck it out and throw it away."
"... It would be better to lose one of my bodies than to have my whole body thrown into hell." The monk lowered his head and said humbly.
"But that child has nothing. She has already gone through hell all over her body." The dean looked at him, "Since she doesn't get close to anyone and refuses to open her guard, then it's like you have never met her. Be tolerant, respectful, and loving to her like your father, husband, and brother, while keeping a distance from her. This is not your natural duty, but you should do so, and remember the value of propriety."
The monk was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "I understand."
Behind them, at the corner of the corridor, the girl's thin figure peeked out slightly, then staggered and disappeared with her skirt.
Time passed quickly in front of the eyes of the four people. A week later, the man who was rescued by the monks saved his life from the line of life and death. He could open his eyes and joke with the nun who came in every day to change his dressing.
"What a wonderful place this is!" The man with the scar at the corner of his eye took a deep breath, and an excited blush appeared on his pale cheeks that had not healed from serious injuries. "Away from the world and war, I never thought that there are actually things in this world. Such a paradise on earth!”
"Your words are too exaggerated," the monk said gently. "I believe that there must be miracles done by people in other places to resist the war."
"Other places, that's nothing," the man grinned, "Now that I have discovered this place, this is an important thing. Dear Sir, have you ever thought about this unknown fact?" How much energy can a small base exert?"
What he said was strange. The monk frowned in confusion and shook his head: "I don't quite understand what you said..."
"Of course!" The man interrupted him immediately, "You saved my life, I thank you, I should thank you - thank you, thank you very much."
"Uh..." The monk picked up the tray with bandages and alcohol bottles, "You're welcome?"
When he turned around and was about to go out, he suddenly found a girl standing at the door.
Ceresa had snow-like blond hair and blue eyes. She held her thin white fingers on the door frame, and her sleeves slid down to reveal the scarred skin underneath. She looked at the tall, thin man in the room with an expressionless expression.
The man looked at her inexplicably, and the monk was also startled by her sudden appearance.
"Celesa?" He called her name in surprise, "Why are you here? Go back and lie down to rest..."
Ceresa looked at him and finally smiled.
"I came here... to find out what's going on in the outside world," she said, "I just wanted to ask this gentleman for advice."
The monk wanted to say something more, but Ceresa's hoarse voice seemed to have an unstoppable magic power. Before he could turn his eyes, his feet had already taken steps, leading him towards the other end of the corridor.
The man lay on the bed and looked at her carefully. In any case, this is a beautiful and even stunning person of the opposite sex. Although he is a little confused, he still shows a friendly smile: "Miss? Excuse me..."
"Get out." Ceresa raised her eyes and suddenly hissed, "Next week, your wound will be back to the point where you can walk on the ground. By then, you'd better get out!"
The man's smile froze on his face.
The girl in front of him - a girl, or rather a woman, he couldn't tell the age of the person. Just now she was standing here, silent, like a flower bud stained with dew, with a bit of its unbloomed color clustered indistinctly on the tips of the petals; now her face suddenly changed, as if The skin of the humanoid python was instantly peeled off, and the poisonous saliva and the threat of devouring people all spurted from her eyes and lips. This was no bluff. She had experienced death and torture all over her body, and her threats naturally had the weight of death and torture.
"... I... I don't understand..." The man shrank his neck and muttered, "Miss, you are really..."
Ceresa opened her eyes in disgust, as if she wanted to embed the shrinking human silhouette in front of her firmly into her retinas: "I don't care how many lives you have on your hands, whether you are alone or have another accomplice, your accomplice How many people are there? Remember, don’t take any ideas from here, and don’t take any ideas from him either!!”
At the end of the sentence, she was almost roaring with blinding eyes. The roar of the ocean tide was like an invisible giant wave, slamming into the man!
"...Wow." Xie Yuanyuan said, "It's so fierce."
Du Zijun stared at Ceresa coldly, and Wen Zheliu said: "However, this is also borrowing the power of the mermaid heart..."
The tall and thin man's face was pale, and his wounds almost burst under such intimidation. He shivered and huddled up on the bed. The veins on Ceresa's face twitched, and she stared at him with a beast-like evil gaze for a long time. He took a step back and slowly exited the room.
"I will keep an eye on you," she said at the end, "If you dare to act rashly, I will kill you."
After her feeble footsteps could no longer be heard, the man's face was covered in cold sweat, and the gunshot wounds on his back and legs were filled with the smell of fresh blood. He just widened his eyes, clenched his teeth, and looked at Serei. The direction that Shah left.
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... It seems that he has gone astray.
Any good thing will be surrounded by ferocious beasts to guard it.
The light in front of him gradually dimmed, and the replay of tonight's scene ended.
Xie Yuanyuan's sleeves trembled slightly, and he subconsciously pinched his fingers together, holding a piece of broken paper in an instant.
"Huh?" He lowered his head, "Today's... is here with me."
"I once thought that I would just love you for the rest of my life. No lies or pretense..." He read the scrawled handwriting carefully, "...but the God of Karma seemed to know my thoughts, so he chose A quarrel broke out and tore my heart that belonged to you."
Prop name: Fragmentary page of a poem
Grade: e
Launch type: None
Cooling time: none
Attack power: none
Effect: None
Equipment level: 1
Prop introduction: It turned out to be a poem written with affectionate strokes, but it was torn up for some reason. The original poem seemed to describe a forbidden love that is unbearable in the world.
“The pillar of salt from Sodom stands in your left eye, and the fire of Gomorrah is hid in your right eye. Your sins are very great, and I have heard about them.
Your love created me, which is righteous; your love that destroyed me, is unrighteous. I ask myself, whether it is good or evil, do you want to destroy it
I thought for a while and nodded again. "
"It's the third paragraph," Du Zijun said, "How many paragraphs are there in this thing?"
"Four paragraphs," He Qin said. "The original poem is actually a Tocharian text fragment unearthed from the Kuqa site. These four paragraphs are the only ones translated into love poems."
Xie Yuanyuan lowered his head and said, "So that's it... Oh, I'm a little sad."
"Why are you sad?" Du Zijun turned to him.
Xie Yuanyuan carefully smoothed the paper and shook his head bluntly: "I don't know. Just looking at it, I suddenly felt sad. It's a pity in the world that lovers can't get married."
Wen Zheliu looked at the note in Xie Yuanyuan's hand, opened his mouth and said, "... I think the boss in this world will be difficult to defeat."
Xie Yuanyuan said in surprise: "Is there any world that is not difficult to defeat?"
"What I mean is," Wen Zheliu was a little dumbfounded, "In this world, after collecting these four love poems - that is, tomorrow, we will see all the things that have happened in the past. By that time, we will face Who is it?"
He Qin didn't speak. Hearing that Zheliu was connected with him, Du Zijun looked at the note in Xie Yuanyuan's hand and slowly tightened the cigarette butt in his hand.
"...Holy Sister, myself?"
"Her obsession, her anger at being played with, the root cause of her complete darkness... they are all in this world. What are we going to encounter in this level? I don't need the system to prompt me. I can imagine the process now. "Wen Zheliu said helplessly, "Tomorrow, as soon as we successfully pass the level, read the remaining cg, and get the last fragment of the poem, the black holy nun will fall from the sky and tell everyone that it is not me but the world who is wrong. Then there will be a killing spree, and then we will..."
Xie Yuanyuan shouted: "It's OK, it's OK! I've already started running through the pictures in my mind!"
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