Absurd deduction game

Yu Xing could still hear the tit-for-tat sounds of Yan Li and Medusa next to him at the beginning.

As the memory bubble pops open in the brain, the external sounds gradually fade away, and the consciousness sinks into the "new memory", forgetting the body.

The new memory blended into his mind without any hindrance, and soon he "remembered" Medusa's last night.

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I was assigned to a community in the north of the town. The family that received the tourists was said to be the owner of a textile factory in the town. The family could accommodate two people.

I originally planned to take Lan Wu with me, but after seeing Yu Xing's choice, I temporarily changed my mind and let him sleep in the hotel. A little bamboo pole with an unfamiliar face took the opportunity to ask me if I could take him with me.

Why, when you see Lan Wu's thin body, do you think I'm good at this? The artificial shyness on his face makes my scalp go numb, is that all? I really want to stuff him into the sewer.

I rejected this small bamboo pole with fallen thread, and by the way, when he continued to pester me, his mouth was swollen with poison. What did you think I would do to refuse and welcome you? I called you unworthy, but you are really unworthy. , I have never had much patience, I can only endure it once.

Lan Wu is here, and I plan to stay there by myself.

I have had the experience of living with strangers in the past. Those people were either self-indulgent and would cause trouble for me, or they thought they had a good face and wanted to have some friendship in my bed... I know this is a matter of probability. But who makes me have bad luck~

My attitude towards the little bamboo pole made other guys who were ready to take action stop thinking, and finally no one came to beat me. According to the address written on the note, I "borrowed" a bicycle on the street and rushed directly to my destination.

There is no way, I always have bad luck, even random notes can be distributed to the furthest away.

I inquired with the townspeople on the way and found out that the community I was going to was quite high-end, and everyone with respectability and money would live there, as if being crowded with other rich people would make them look awesome.

When we get to the place, we still have plenty of time.

I thought it would be a community with strict screening, but I didn't expect that I could enter casually, and the security guard didn't even want to stop me.

It seems that even the richest community in town does not have any better protection measures for privacy. Is it because they do not have this awareness? So what’s the point of the so-called wealthy community? Is it just to show how stupid people are and how rich they are?

When I entered the corridor and went up the stairs, I remembered that I wanted to kill the flower seeker.

That boss Hua’s tricks are obvious. I have no interest in helping others anyway, so I’ll just let Yan Li do it alone. If there is an accident... Well, he’s the one who asked for it.

"Hey, welcome."

The legendary textile factory director opened the door for me. He was in his fifties, and his wife was about the same age. The two of them stood at the door and looked at me with the same eyes as the townspeople outside, emphasizing their hospitality.

The decoration of this home is no different from what I imagined. It has the aura of a nouveau riche. The only advantage is that it will be easier to stay here, which is better than feeding bugs in a moldy house.

Hee hee, I'm talking about the house Yan Li picked. I hope the bugs bite him on the thigh, preferably until he cries. He was most afraid of bugs when he was a child... But in such a cold weather, will the bugs freeze to death? ?

Tsk, what am I thinking? Even if there are insects, he is not afraid now, right? Get out of my head!

The director of the textile factory introduced me that his surname was Wang, so I simply called him Boss Wang. The couple showed me the room I was going to live in. It was pink and tender, and looked like it was prepared for an underage girl.

"We have a daughter. She has liked pink since she was a child. When she grows up, she still likes it like she was when she was a child, haha." Boss Wang smiled honestly and a little nostalgically, "Since my daughter got married, this room has been vacant, and the furnishings It’s not moved, but it’s unoccupied and a bit unpopular, so I’ll just use it to accommodate tourists.”

I nodded casually. According to my experience in dealing with NPCs, I should ask at this time. Maybe I can start some side tasks or learn some secrets. But I had an inexplicable hunch that I would not have any special contact with this couple. , the more indifferent the better.

"You are so beautiful, even prettier than my daughter." Boss Wang's wife suddenly stared at me and said enviously, "I have been in the town for so many years, and I have never seen anyone better-looking than you. You are a grown-up." A star?"

"No." I thought it was easy to win an aunt's favor, but the look in her eyes made me uncomfortable, so I decided to call her an old woman in my heart.

"Oh, my little girl is so pretty, it would be a pity not to be a star." The old woman frowned and clapped her hands, as if she really felt that this was something very sad, and it was baffling.

Boss Wang seemed to see my impatience. He dragged his wife away and said to me sheepishly: "My wife is just like this, leave her alone. It's getting late. I heard that your tour group will get up early to gather tomorrow. Then go to sleep quickly."

Indeed, according to my estimated time, it is already 11:40 in this world.

I wanted to wait until the couple fell asleep in the early hours of the morning before getting up and searching the house. They didn't give me a good feeling, but the items would never go wrong.

I closed the bedroom door, turned off the light, and lay down on the soft bed covered with pink sheets. There are many rag dolls with poor craftsmanship piled on the floor at the end of the bed, but judging from the layout, the "daughter" who used to live in this room was indeed a very girly person.

Nothing like me.

Time passed by minute by second, and with my hearing, I could hear the couple talking in the living room, but what they said specifically... It's probably not that I didn't hear clearly, but that they were just making grunting noises. No meaningful words were spoken.

Well, when no one is watching, even the content of the words is so perfunctory?

As soon as twelve o'clock came, I first received the system settlement ■■■■ and then suddenly felt very sleepy. I didn't want to sleep, but my will seemed to be unable to withstand some kind of forced sleep rule. This happens to everyone at twelve o'clock. Condition?

I placed a fang dagger under my pillow before being forced into a deep sleep.

Not only did I fall asleep, I also had a dream.

There seemed to be some fragmented and fuzzy fragments in the dream. I didn’t know. Everything was tumbling in my consciousness, just like clothes being put into a drum washing machine. It buzzed constantly, washing something over and over again...

It seems like something has disappeared and my heart is empty, and it seems like something has appeared and is mixed with the original one.

I vaguely sounded the alarm in my heart, but I was much more fragile in my sleep than when I was awake. I was obviously aware that this was a familiar cognitive distortion, but...

The stirring stick shattered my thoughts.

I was drifting up and down in my dream, and I couldn't tell what year or month it was now.

I don’t like dreaming. It’ll be fine when I wake up. I don’t know now, but when I wake up, I can...well, what was I thinking about just now...

It doesn't matter, I'll definitely be able to handle it, but pink is so cute... Damn you scumbag, it's your decision, you're such a bastard... Are there any macho monsters with triangle heads in the world? What are you thinking about? I won’t marry a triangular-headed scumbag... Silent Hill is harmful to people...

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"call--"

In the darkness, I opened my eyes dripping with cold sweat.

My heart was beating violently in my chest and my whole body was numb. I fumbled around the pillow for a while, and suddenly I didn't know what I was getting.

Oh, alarm clock.

Pulling the cord of the bedside lamp, the soft light still stung my eyes. I leaned half out and touched my alarm clock under the bed.

It's only three o'clock in the morning.

Phew... Why did I wake up? I'm not sleepy at all now.

I have a problem. Once I'm woken up, it's hard to fall back asleep. I have to toss and turn in bed for a long time. It seems like I won't be able to sleep again tonight.

By the way, what did I dream about just now?

I seem to remember the moment I woke up quite clearly, but within a short time, I had no memory at all, and only some residual sad emotions affected me.

My parents seemed to be talking in the living room again. It was so late and they were still awake. Are they trying to outlast a young man like me?

I couldn't sleep anyway, so I might as well go to the kitchen to get a glass of water and send my parents off to bed. I really didn't care about my body at all.

I got out of bed and opened the door. Sure enough, the light in the living room was on. My parents were sitting on the sofa, holding a table and discussing things.

I was not very happy and walked over directly: "Why is it so important that we have to talk about it in the middle of the night? Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

My mother's eyes lit up when she saw me, and she smiled as kindly as usual: "Daughter, why are you awake? Did mother wake you up?"

Just as I was about to speak, my dad glanced over and said, "Why are you still wearing the same clothes you wore to play during the day? You didn't even change into your pajamas. You don't want to go out to play at this time, do you? It's too late, Dad doesn't agree!"

I was stunned for a moment, lowered my head, and realized that I had indeed not changed into pajamas. No wonder I felt unaccustomed to sleeping just now.

"I don't want to go out to play. I'll change later - Mom, I just had a nightmare~" I coquettishly sat next to my mother, just like when I was a child. Whenever I had nightmares when I was a child, my mother would touch my head and tell me not to be afraid.

Although I have rarely been this close to my mother since I grew up, she might be surprised...

However, I was hugged by my mother.

"Hurry up and let mom give me a hug. I won't be afraid of hugs anymore, ah." My mother looked distressed, but I froze in her arms.

I know that as an adult, I failed to be a good girl and often made my parents angry and upset, but I had my own ideas, and I often couldn't explain them to the older generation.

Therefore, the differences between us are getting bigger and bigger. We haven’t done anything so intimate for a long time. I talk to my parents in a stiff tone, and they always guard against me running out to play crazy in the middle of the night.

I just... suddenly wanted to act coquettishly.

My mother would have patted my head and laughed and teased me for being so old and afraid of nightmares. This reaction was just like... I can’t tell, it’s weird anyway.

And her embrace was not warm at all, but cold.

I happened to be uncomfortable with this kind of physical contact, so I pushed her away and frowned: "Look at you, you are so cold all over, and you are still chatting with my dad here! What should I do if I catch a cold?"

"Hey, it's not about your blind date..." Mom handed me the piece of paper they were reading, "Don't you like that Xiao Zhao? You also said that Xiao Zhao is busy in the factory every day, and your dad and I have a hard time I contacted Boss Zhao and agreed to arrange a blind date for you."

I was a little surprised.

I have liked Brother Zhao for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to contact him, and I cannot go to him directly, otherwise it would be too unreserved.

Brother Zhao's family runs a breeding farm and is also a big family in the town. My parents support me marrying Brother Zhao. They have long wanted to let me get along with Brother Zhao legitimately, and this time they finally took action.

That is to say, if I wait any longer, I will go from a little girl to an old girl - bah bah bah, I am still beautiful even if I am thirty years old.

This piece of paper contains some information about Brother Zhao and a photo.

I just like... well, it's so ugly.

I don’t know why, but when I saw this ordinary face in the photo, I felt a sense of absurdity.

He doesn't seem to be the person I like in my impression.

I obviously...

My brain hurts a little.

I endured the stinging pain in my head from time to time and stared at the information in my hand.

Why didn’t I think Brother Zhao was so unworthy of me before? What do I look like, and what does he look like? It would be too frustrating for me to marry this person.

If he wanted to touch me, I would probably feel sick. How could this happen?

The corner of my mouth curled up uncontrollably in a mocking arc, but I pulled it back before my parents noticed. I asked, "Now that we've decided to go on a blind date, what are you still discussing?"

"Your mother and I can't bear to part with each other." Dad glanced at me and said, "We have to talk about this kid's good and bad qualities."

That's right, in the minds of people of their generation, a blind date basically means getting married.

What a bunch of old antiques.

I was already thinking about how to skip this blind date, but there was no need to be so anxious tonight. I urged them to go back to the room to sleep, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and then returned to the bedroom.

Tonight I really had a weird feeling, nothing was right.

After drinking the glass of water, I turned my head and suddenly saw the mirror on the desk.

The woman in the mirror has a stunning appearance, with long, smooth hair reaching her ankles. Her every move exudes an inadvertent sense of maturity, and her lips look like they are wearing lipstick.

this is me.

It doesn't seem like it's me.

I tried to apply lipstick, but I suddenly discovered that the bright color was not applied on, but the original color of my lips.

As red as blood, as hot as my poison.

"Wait, what is my...poison?"

The woman in the mirror and I looked at each other, as if we were at the scene of a horror story.

I am the daughter of the director of a textile factory in Nanshui Town. I have been relatively wealthy since I was a child, but I have never left the town. The person I like is the most capable and wealthy leader of the younger generation in the town. I will marry him and live happily in Nanshui Town for the rest of my life.

ha?

fart.

Is this a broken town worth not leaving for the rest of my life? Is the person named Zhao considered a leader?

I touched the eyes of the woman in the mirror, and for a moment I seemed to see the shadow of a calm snake.

There was a voice in the dark that told me that I knew a real leader, and the one I like must be such an outstanding person. As for myself, can Nanshui Town cultivate a woman like this in the mirror?

No kidding, I feel like I'm insulting myself even thinking about it.

Then the question comes, I am not me, who am I?

The chaos I felt in the dream appeared again, hitting my head like a heavy hammer, making me dizzy. What I just realized seemed to be forgotten again. I fell down on the bed, and suddenly something happened at my feet. Kicked something.

I endured the churning thoughts and looked down, and saw a strange-shaped dagger at the end of the bed.

This dagger has no sheath and looks like a weird fang. This is my thing. The first time I saw it, I knew that it must be my thing.

I didn't pick it up, but squatted down, pushed aside the piled dolls, and looked at the wooden square pillar at the foot of the bed.

One, two, three, four, five.

Five brand new scratches appeared side by side. My head was so confused that I almost fainted. Under some intuition, I held the fang dagger tightly and carved the sixth scratch.

I put the dagger back in the blind spot under the bed, and restored the puppets as much as possible to their original state, blocking the scratches firmly.

At this moment, I heard inquiries coming from outside the door.

"Daughter, what's wrong with you? Your dad and I heard some noises."

I think I heard this question more than once.

When my head couldn't hold it anymore, I used the last of my clarity to fall onto the bed, closed my eyes, and fell into a half-dream and half-awake struggle.

The next second, it seemed like someone pushed open my door.

Two footsteps with exactly the same frequency came to me, and I smelled the disgusting smell coming from them.

Someone moved me back to bed, covered me with a quilt, turned off my desk lamp, and put the alarm clock back on my bedside.

The old woman murmured to herself: "Why is she so difficult to deal with? When will she become a big star..."

My consciousness returned to silence.

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"call--"

In the darkness, I opened my eyes dripping with cold sweat.

My heart was beating violently in my chest, and some kind of irritability in my sleep still remained in my heart. I sat up and stared blankly.

I seemed to have dreamed of some very bizarre scenes, but I couldn't remember anything as soon as I woke up.

I reached out and touched the pillow, but found nothing. I turned my head and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.

There is my small alarm clock next to the lamp, and the time on it is three-thirty in the morning.

It's really not good, why did I wake up at this time?

I don't sleep well. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I won't be able to sleep for a long time. My mind will be groggy and a little uncomfortable.

My throat is also quite dry.

I got out of bed and put on my shoes, intending to go out and get a glass of water. When I passed the pile of dolls at the end of the bed, I stopped and stared at the biggest doll bear for a while.

The doll's dark eyes seemed to be staring at me. I smiled, retracted this unrealistic idea, and opened the bedroom door.

When I raised my hand, it wasn't the fabric of my pajamas that made me pause in confusion. Didn't I change my clothes before going to bed? It’s strange, what did I do before, how could I just sleep on the bed wearing the clothes I went out with...

Unexpectedly, the light in the living room was still on. As soon as I opened the door, I saw two figures sitting on the sofa, silently studying something on the coffee table.

Maybe it was the rebellious phase that I had never gotten over. As soon as I saw them, I felt a sense of disgust in my heart. It was really abnormal to not go to bed at three o'clock in the morning. I reluctantly said: "Dad, Mom? So?" It’s late, what are you doing?”

"Daughter, why are you awake at this time?" The woman turned around and gave me an unexpected smile. I took a few steps closer and saw that there was a piece of paper on the coffee table that looked like an information sheet, and there was also a piece of paper on the coffee table. With a bowl of steaming noodles.

"Your mother was hungry in the middle of the night and insisted on getting up to cook midnight snacks. I couldn't sleep because of her tossing." The man yawned. "But she said she had cooked too much and couldn't eat it. You just happened to be here and wanted to eat." Wouldn’t you like to eat some too?”

"Ah, yes, my daughter, it's been a long time since I've eaten noodles made by my mother. You've loved eating them since you were a child." The woman greeted me warmly and even stood up to tug my arm, but I didn't feel warm, I just felt trouble.

"Mom." I avoided her pull, "I just came out to drink a glass of water. It's so late. I never eat late-night snacks. I will gain weight."

Will the elegant water snake's waist appear on its own? Not really. It’s not up to me to work hard to stay in shape.

Besides, just because I liked eating it when I was a kid, doesn’t mean I like it now. How old am I? Only parents who don’t understand my preferences at all would keep talking about what I liked to eat and use when I was a child to my grown-up self.

Perhaps it was the inexplicable disgust in my heart that made my thoughts become more radical. I knew it was not polite, but strangely, I didn't want to change my attitude.

After pouring the water, I was about to go back to the room. From the corner of my eye, I saw that the bowl of noodles on the table had not been touched.

The next second I saw clearly the information placed beside the bowl. The photo of the man on the information made me a little surprised: "This is Brother Zhao's information? Where did you get it?"

"I almost forgot, don't you like that boy from the Zhao family? We finally contacted your Uncle Zhao and are going to arrange a blind date for you." The man handed me the information sheet, "Before the blind date, I must let you know him better. , so I got some information, and you see, this guy’s appearance, age, and salary are pretty good, well, my daughter’s taste is even better.”

I blinked, took the watch and took a look.

Yes, in terms of conditions, this is already one of the best in Nanshui Town. An outstanding girl like me... No, if a woman wants to get married, of course she must choose the best one.

It's weird, why do I feel like I'm pretending to be young when I call myself a girl? I'm obviously very young too.

Thinking wildly, I silently put the watch back on the table.

"I won't go on a blind date with him."

"Huh? Why? Weren't you clamoring to marry him before?" The woman was obviously very surprised.

"He doesn't deserve me."

"You kid, you are talking nonsense. In this Nanshui Town, this boy from the Zhao family is not worthy of you. Who else can be worthy of you?" The man frowned, as if he was blaming me for being too ignorant.

"So why do I have to stay in Nanshui Town?" I smiled, "Can't I go to the next city to look for you? Dad, you are the director of the textile factory, and you have a lot of say in Nanshui Town, but you see If you are more knowledgeable, you should understand how backward we are here, right?"

The man started to get angry, as if what I said hurt his pride. No, it wasn't quite like that. It was more like he was angry about me leaving Nanshui Town: "You girl, why are you so wild-minded? It's all because of us." I pamper you so much that your wings have become stiff and you want to fly away!"

What a joke. In a town that is stuck in its own way, even if you old guys don’t want to go out, you still have to drag the young people down so they can’t go out. Are you afraid that the young people will have a better life?

I didn't say this, because from the look on his face, I knew that this matter was completely non-negotiable for him.

"Hey, don't make any noise. My daughter just doesn't like that boy from the Zhao family. It's not a big deal." The woman comforted her and looked at me again, as if she understood me well. "You said, you have fallen in love with me again." Which family is he from? Even if he is a poor boy, as long as he is a good person, it is not impossible to negotiate."

In fact, I don't like anyone. There isn't even anyone in this weird town to see. What I want is a handsome guy with tall legs, long shoulders, and a strong waist. He also has a good personality. At least he's not one of the uneducated people in this town. A second-rate guy can compare.

A figure suddenly appeared in my mind, a man in black with his back to me and his head turned sideways.

I was stunned for a moment. Is this the person I saw in my dream?

Forget it, don’t think about whether these are available or not.

However, after such a interruption, I vaguely remembered that besides the Zhao family, there was a more prestigious family in the town.

"I like the Fang family." Although I have never met anyone from the Fang family, I know that the young people in this family are not something that the two people in front of me can contact if they want. I will first give them a problem and let them Go ahead and save yourself the trouble of trying to figure me out every now and then.

"Fang family?" The man frowned, "You mean Fang family? Don't think about it. Fang Xiao of the Fang family is already married, and the couple is living a good life. How can you have anything to do with it?"

The woman also smiled and sighed: "My dear daughter, this joke is too outrageous."

"Don't the Fang family have a younger son? Their younger son is back, and I've seen him before." I don't know why I said this. Anyway, I said this sentence very smoothly, as if I really saw him. Live the same.

"What?! Are you back?"

The expressions of the two people in front of them suddenly changed.

Their faces felt strange to me, as if the moment I heard the news, who I liked or who I wanted to go on a blind date became unimportant.

The woman rushed towards me, grabbed my shoulders, and asked eagerly: "Have you seen him before? Where did you see him? Where is he now? When did you see him?"

A barrage of questions came my way, and I had a feeling that with just a push she would know better than to offend me in this way.

A ridiculous idea arose in my heart, and I asked abruptly: "Are you my mother?"

There was silence in the air for a moment.

The woman's movements stopped, and the man looked at me steadily.

"Is this the second time I've asked this question tonight?" I ignored their abnormality and tilted my head to think about it.

There was a stabbing pain in my head, but at the same time, a messy image was brought back to my memory.

"Sorry, mom is too excited." During the few seconds of silence, the woman retracted her hand and raised a simple smile, and the man again showed the expression of a gentle father who dotes on his daughter.

They said I probably didn't want to discuss this so late and they were the ones disturbing me and asked me to go back to my room and sleep.

I thoughtfully took my water glass back to the room.

After closing the door, I paused and pressed the lock.

Intuition led me to the end of the bed, swept the dolls aside, and saw six scratches.

I tried to touch in the blind corner of my vision, and sure enough I touched a sharp tool used to carve these scratches.

This seems to be my fang dagger, I thought hesitantly.

With the idea of ​​completing some kind of ritual, I carved the seventh scratch.

That's almost it. I've seen everything I want to see.

I'm not the daughter of a textile factory director, right? So...who am I?

The moment I had this idea, the pain in my brain suddenly intensified, as if it was forcibly turning my brain into a ball of paste.

But this time I didn't feel like falling down. On the contrary, pieces of memory fragments were pieced together in my mind, completely destroying my already distrustful perception.

Ah, it’s cognitive distortion.

Something wanted me to think of myself as a member of the town, to live here forever. They even want to tie me up with marriage... Ridiculous, I hate the word marriage the most. I once believed that that day would come, but the person who made this promise was so clean and tidy when he abandoned it.

who I am?

I gradually remembered what happened around these scratches.

The first time I woke up was at 12:30. I walked around the room and looked in the mirror for a while, and I already noticed something was wrong. I walked out of the bedroom and wanted to leave, but found that the two people my brain judged as my parents were in the living room. They stared at me and asked me where I was going.

This sense of violation made me wake up instantly. Distorted cognition is a common occurrence for me. As a chess player, how could I be trapped on the chessboard like a small chess piece?

I smiled and asked, "Are you really my parents?"

The stinging pain in my head suppressed the speed at which I woke up. I knew that the existence that had briefly infected me was still looking at my performance.

Well, you actually took advantage of me and asked me to call you mom and dad. If I don't squeeze some information from you in turn, how can I be worthy of myself?

I volunteered that it was just a joke and returned to the room.

I know that they will not let me go, and will definitely redistort my cognition until they achieve their goals. Unfortunately, this level of cognitive distortion cannot trap me for long, and I have to give them a favor. .

I took out the fang dagger from under the pillow that I had put before going to bed. This was taken out in advance to prevent me from forgetting how to get the sacrifice. It just so happened that my cognition had not yet recovered to that point, so I made the best use of it. .

I carved the first scratch on the foot of the bed and conducted cognitive induction on myself - next I will relax my cognitive defenses, regard myself as the daughter of the two people outside, and fully accept their memories of me. Make changes and get information from them.

Even so, I knew that I would quickly sense something was wrong and then connect to the truth.

So I gave a very loose condition... until the score accumulated to seven, I didn't have to continue.

As I expected, I would wake up in this bed almost every half hour, and then spend some time chatting with my "parents" outside. After having self-doubt, I returned to the room and found that... The traces were re-suppressed.

Now, there are seven notches.

So, it’s time to end playing with me.

I don't deliberately cater to the sting in my mind and don't care much about it. This kind of power is not strong enough for me. People like Yan Li can resist it with willpower alone.

"Daughter, what happened? Your dad and I heard something."

Outside the door, the old woman said these words for the seventh time.

I almost sneered.

If you dare to call me daughter, you won't know how bad my temper is until I cut out your tongue.

I turned the fang dagger flexibly, and the next second, just like the previous times, they should have pushed the door open and entered.

But I locked the door this time.

I leaned against the desk calmly, watching the things outside the door becoming more and more anxious, trying to open the door angrily and furiously.

I recall the warm smiles shown by the so-called textile factory director Boss Wang and his wife when I first entered this house - tsk, their acting skills are nothing more than that.

"What are you doing?" I raised my voice with a hint of evil intentions, "Why are you two acting like lock pickers and trying to sneak into my room in the middle of the night? Do you understand what respect is?"

There was silence for a moment outside the door.

Two seconds later, the knock on the door sounded again, and the man's voice was hypocritical and forceful: "Open the door, I am your dad, you have to listen to me, otherwise I won't spend a penny on you and will kick you out." ."

Ouch, this really scares me to death~

I quickly opened the door to this amazing rich man.

Outside the door, Boss Wang and his wife stood side by side blocking the door. Seeing that I really cooperated in opening the door, they began to examine me.

"What are you talking about? Don't force me to scold you." I pretended to be sleepy and yawned, then asked very dissatisfiedly: "I was woken up by you while I was still sleeping. Are you trying to open the door? Hello? , You don’t want to do anything bad to me, do you? Is this the purpose of your cooperation with the tour group?”

"Daughter, what are you talking about?" The old woman still didn't believe in evil, and tried to use words to continue to tamper with my perception, "I was confused and still..."

"Huh?" I laughed rudely, "It's true that I slept in your daughter's room, but that doesn't mean I will be your daughter. You two, you were just in a trance and dreaming about spring and autumn. Bar."

"I'm really impressed. I'm going to travel and meet weird people like you. You actually tried to enter the female tourist's room in the middle of the night. Fortunately, I locked it. If it hadn't been locked, I don't even dare to think what terrible things would happen. Tomorrow I will report it to the guide, why are there such inexplicable people?"

"Return to Textile Factory Boss Wang? You look like a human being, so why don't you knit yourself a shroud? Even the bastard is more pleasing to the eye than you."

"It's really opened my eyes. I don't even look at myself in the mirror. You two have such a distinguished appearance -" I usually only praise beauties and have no interest in attacking other people's ordinary looks unless they insist on messing with me.

"You want to be my parents, are you worthy?"

"Come on, I don't want to stay in this room anymore. I'll save you two more hours of sleep. You should treat me as your property and sell me to someone else to be your wife. I'm in bad luck~"

I didn't give them a chance to interrupt at all. I cursed hard and collected some interest, then turned around and picked up the backpack I put in the room.

"Hey, wait!" Boss Wang had a sullen face. Maybe he hadn't learned how to deal with such a situation where he was directly exposed, and he couldn't make that warm and hospitable smile anyway.

He grabbed my arm, and his cold hands didn't look like a living person, but like some kind of powerful mechanical product.

Seeing that he had caught me, the old woman looked blankly. She didn't know who she was talking to: "Someone here wants to leave. Someone here saw what we did."

As soon as I finished speaking, the force that had not given up on distorting my cognition suddenly increased. Even I felt like a bunch of messy things had been stuffed into my head.

Such an offense is innocuous when I allow it, but offends me when I don't allow it.

My eyes turned into snake pupils and I looked upward.

Because I can sense that the thing trying to control my brain is above me.

There is even a smell of the same kind. I hate the smell of the same kind the most.

Slowly raising my head, the confusion covering my eyes quietly disappeared, and I met another pair of snake eyes.

It was a phantom with a human body and a snake's tail that was two or three times my size.

The thick snake's tail is coiled on the floor of the living room. The exposed half of the body is in the shape of a woman. The long hair covers the parts that need to be covered. The face reveals the unique sinisterness of the snake. The hands are open, and things like puppet lines are forming. Trying to get into my head.

"It's you." My pupils shone with glittering light. While letting the surging mental power flow back to her body along the puppet threads, I clenched the fang dagger, jumped up, and stabbed her in the chest. .

This is ■■, I know, she is ■■■, ■■, I will always be their enemy. Because in the field of ■■, the weak can only become the food of the strong.

I ■■■■■

She ran away, left behind her, and even had her tongue cut off by me. But I only got a scratch from her claws. I won.

This wound is not so easy to heal, and on the side, as she gave up here, Boss Wang and his wife had become two immobile dolls.

I tore both bodies to pieces.

Then I took a shower, treated my wounds, and went to sleep in the living room again.

Of course it's a lie to say that I can't live here anymore. The rules don't say that I can't kill the townspeople, but leaving the place where I live is very likely to violate the rules. I will at least wait until dawn.

…

The bubble of memory is revealed and slowly dissipates.

Yu Xing opened his eyes, and his brain adjusted to the difference between "me" and himself, and his consciousness and body reached a perfect fit again.

Some parts were taken care of by Medusa, but he also saw the huge human snake tail, which was obviously some kind of symbol of Thousand Knots.

It's just that the ability he saw in his memory was far inferior to the Thousand Knots statue he met in the Yin and Yang Corridor. What Medusa seemed to be thinking was that she had a devouring relationship with other snake-tailed beings?

Just like him and Gui Chenshu?

Could it be that, except for [him], who exists as either a clone or a child, the other evil gods’ power carriers scattered in various worlds are all in a relationship of annexing each other...

His eyes changed from chaos to clarity. It only took about a second for Yu Xing to think about this. He didn't want Medusa to see how much he knew about this, so he raised his hand and pressed his temples, as if his head was swollen by those memories. .

However, Medusa in this memory seems to have exposed a lot of things related to Yan Li... She doesn't mind me knowing.

Yu Xing suddenly realized that it was too quiet next to him. When he turned around, he saw two people who seemed to have just finished a quarrel.

Medusa crossed her legs and seemed to be the winner of the quarrel. Although her hands were squeezed a little tight, there was still a look of disapproval on her face. Yan Lize——

Are Yan Li's eyes red? ? ?

The tall man stood behind the bench with a cold face. He originally turned his head and looked into the distance, but when he heard something moving, he immediately turned to look at him.

Yu Xing took a breath.

What's the fuss about? It can make someone look so aggrieved, because he has no blood color now, and the redness under his eyes and the tip of his nose is particularly obvious.

If it weren't for the live broadcast, Yu Xingzhen doubted that Yan Li would cry. Maybe... maybe it was the mention in Medusa's memory that this person was "bitten by bugs until he cried" when he was a child, which shocked him quite a bit.

"Have you finished reading?" Yan Li's voice was a little hoarse. It was obvious that he had tried very hard to stay calm. The skill of maintaining an expression seemed to be engraved in his DNA. "You can continue to go."

Yu Xing: "..." Is it really okay?

"Don't worry about him. Just let the system block the audience's memory after it's over. This is not the first time." Medusa knew what he was thinking. She glanced at the man who was so wronged, patted the dust and stood up.

Yu Xing seemed to know something great again.

On the 20th day, I lost 9 pounds.