Absurd deduction game

The weird snow came without any warning and then got out of hand.

The port of the town was blocked by ice, and all roads leading to the town were blocked by heavy snow, which gradually solidified into unbreakable ice.

Fang Deming remembered the python's reminder, so before he did anything, the first thing he made sure was that no one could interfere with everything in Nanshui Town in a short period of time.

Even if doing so would freeze countless townspeople to death.

He has this blank book and he doesn't care.

He only cares about Fang Mansion.

Therefore, he kicked Fang Mansion out of the scope of the heavy snow. No matter how silver-clad the surroundings were, Fang Mansion would never change.

...People from outside could not come in, and people in the town could not get out. Those rude outsiders and the ungrateful locals experienced despair together.

Except for the people from Fang Mansion, Fang Deming didn't even want to keep anyone.

It would be better if they all died. Only then could he write a completely new future.

With this idea in mind, he often wandered around the town, relying on himself to be protected from the cold and admiring the suffering of others.

Without the former General Fang, Nanshui Town should be like this. He just let them all taste the belated pain.

The people in Fang Mansion don’t know anything.

Those people stayed in the mansion, and due to the interference of the giant python, they could not think of going out at all.

Fang Deming really hasn't felt this kind of freedom for a long time.

One day, he wandered into an alley that he had never been to before. Because it was some distance away from the north of the town and too hidden, he had never noticed that a hotel had opened in the alley.

The hotel doesn't seem to be doing very well at first glance. It's located in a remote location and the building is dilapidated. Even when the port is still in operation, not many outsiders would choose to stay here.

Now, the hotel seemed to be full, and Fang Deming could hear voices coming from inside through a door.

It seems that many people have fled here.

Fang Deming looked at the door for a while and lost interest. In his opinion, even if they were crowded in a small hotel, the people inside would not live long.

The town is only getting colder.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, the store door opened.

A middle-aged man wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket saw him, exhaled a breath of white mist in surprise, and rubbed his hands: "What are you doing here? You are still wearing so little, aren't you afraid of freezing to death!"

Fang Deming looked at him coldly and said nothing.

The middle-aged man looked at him for a while and sighed: "Forget it, come in with me. There are so many people here, and you are not the only one left."

Fang Deming didn't know what he was thinking, but he remained silent and allowed this man to pull him through the door.

The world inside the door is very depressing.

Fang Deming experienced the ultimate freedom in the deserted streets, and also felt the ultimate depression here.

Thousands of people crowded into different small rooms, fighting for a little quilt, clothes and food.

The middle-aged man was sitting behind the counter, a little worried because of the chaos among the residents. But he still said to the half-year-old child he had just brought in: "I don't have a place here. From now on, you and I will share a room. If it's freezing, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."

Fang Deming just got a bowl of hot noodles without saying a word. The residents who occasionally passed by the hotel lobby looked at him jealously, with exhaustion, greed, and a desire for food in their eyes from time to time.

Fortunately, no one came to grab it directly.

Fang Deming understood. In a hotel, a bowl of noodles like this should be quite precious. He raised his face and asked the middle-aged man sitting next to him: "Are you the owner of the hotel?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Originally, it is. Judging from this situation, it may not be long."

When the residents become crazy, who cares whether the shop owner or not?

There are many people here whom he takes in with pity and kindness, but sooner or later these people will explode due to survival problems. The more people he takes in, the more time bombs he has in his arms.

Maybe he will die because of his kindness? It's possible.

"I know there are risks in doing this." Fang Deming didn't move his chopsticks at all, nor did he pretend to be cold. He was wearing a thin long sleeve and his face looked healthier than everyone here.

"Why do you still want to take them in?"

The middle-aged man chuckled: "I don't know how long the snowstorm will last. What a monster."

"At times like this, even if I don't take them in, won't they be able to come in? Rather than having the door broken down one day while I'm asleep, I might as well take the initiative to let them in. When someone breaks into the door again, they will In order to protect my current residence and drive away the people who hit the door, I can live with Zhanguang for two more days." The middle-aged man didn't know whether he noticed the difference between Fang Deming and others. In short, speaking of this kind of cruelty In fact, he was also smiling.

This time it was Fang Deming's turn to look at the middle-aged man carefully.

The middle-aged man caught his gaze and touched his chapped face: "And my son is gone too. He must be about your age. He was still in school when it snowed."

"The road was closed so quickly that I didn't have time to look for him that day when it started snowing. Later I walked over to the school and couldn't find him. I heard that people in the school were trapped and couldn't get out... They were a little bit there. There are no food reserves.”

The middle-aged man smiled and sighed.

What makes him laugh even when the death of his son is mentioned.

That dazed look in his eyes was clearly very sad. He must be missing his son.

Fang Deming lowered his head and took a bite of noodles, then put down his chopsticks.

"I won't live here. Goodbye."

"Hey——" The middle-aged man came back from his thoughts and only saw the back of this young man with a troubled personality.

He followed the young man and pushed open the door of the hotel, and walked into the snow and wind without hesitation. His straight back was not broken by the cold, as if he came from another world.

The middle-aged man didn't know it yet, but because of the compassion he felt when he saw this young man when he went out today, he was able to survive in an increasingly chaotic living environment.

Because Fang Deming remembered the taste of that bite of noodles.

Fang Deming didn't know what the shopkeeper's attitude was towards Fangfu. He didn't even know whether the shopkeeper was a local or a foreigner, because outsiders had also settled in the town in recent years.

He just didn't care so much because the noodles were delicious.

When he returned home, he added a paragraph to the empty book that was already filled with two pages——

[The innkeeper who gave the descendants of Fang Mansion a bowl of hot noodles lived for a long, long time. Whenever his residents wanted to harm him, the residents would freeze to death. No one dares to bully the boss in order to survive, but the boss cannot interfere too much in the internal behavior of the residents. 】

Fang Deming was always like this, writing down whatever came to his mind, and he recalled the greedy eyes of those residents when they looked at him and his bowl of hot noodles.

I really hate that look.

In this case, let you live a little longer and play a game for me to see.

More than half a year later, the continuous severe cold and heavy snow finally left no one alive in other parts of the town. Only the residents of the hotel were left in the vast white.

They can always find some supplies for survival around them, but there are not enough. For this reason, they start to fight for it, start to expose the ugliness of human nature, and start to live in a mess.

It's not that no one wants to steal the store owner's resources, but before they do it, those people will die in front of everyone. Over time, both the residents and the shopkeepers themselves understood the underlying rules.

Fang Deming quietly visited the hotel several times after that. He didn't let anyone notice. He just watched the residents' farce while peeping at the middle-aged shop owner's expression.

The middle-aged shop owner found that he could not interfere with the residents' affairs and was protected by strange rules, so his daily life became lonely.

The residents were afraid of him, and those who were bullied felt that he was too cold-blooded. No matter what he saw, he would just watch with cold eyes, like an outsider.

Especially everyone noticed that the middle-aged shop owner seemed not to be afraid of the cold.

For people at that time, there was an alien in the crowd, that is, a monster, but they still lived in this monster's territory. The monster watched them fight for resources every day, as if they were watching a group of clowns - these were the residents themselves. In fact, they all know that they are clowns, and they have done too many ugly things in order to survive.

This was Fang Deming's last entertainment project in the heavy snow. He watched the residents die one after another. The originally crowded room gradually became vacant, and the noisy and cramped air began to have the loneliest chill.

He didn't seem to realize that his mentality had become distorted at this time. The heavy snow was originally prepared to disconnect Nanshui Town from the outside world and eliminate all uncertain factors, but he enjoyed the fun of controlling everything. Start treating human life as fun.

The last surviving resident of the hotel was a young man wearing glasses.

On a rare sunny day without snow, the young man walked to the alley in front of the hotel and looked up at the sky.

The middle-aged hotel owner was sitting behind him, looking at the young man's back with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Is your brother buried?"

Because of the cigarette in his mouth, the hotel owner's voice was a little unclear, but the young man could still hear it clearly. He was wrapped in thick clothes, wearing a scarf and gloves, and the tip of his nose was still red from the cold.

These nondescript costumes were stolen from dead residents. In order to survive, this kind of thing has become the norm.

The young man turned around and smiled: "Buried."

Maybe he didn't expect that his brother, who never got out of bed after breaking his leg, would be so tenacious that he could survive other people to death.

The young man still remembered that there was a moment when he wanted to kill his brother.

Their twin brothers were from the town's medical clinic, and the old Chinese doctor at the medical clinic was their father. Fortunately, he died a week before the snowstorm.

Before the two brothers had time to revitalize their medical clinic, they were trapped and died in this seemingly endless snow.

They originally huddled in the medical center, but the building of the medical center was relatively old-fashioned and made of wood. There was some air leakage between the gaps in the wood, which could not block the cold and could not protect the heat gradually lost from their bodies. Until one day, they were no longer afraid of the cold. The hotel owner went out to look for supplies and found two people who were about to freeze into ice sculptures.

The two of them were invited into the hotel and moved into the house where the person had just died, taking the medicinal materials and medical equipment they had plundered from the hospital.

At that time, my brother's legs were already crippled because he was scratched by a sharp iron object hidden in the snow while searching for food. The deep-bone wounds continued to be eroded by the cold, and only necrotic bones were left. Meat.

In order to earn his brother's share of survival supplies, the younger brother had to do the work of two people by himself, and then he was ruthless enough to exchange things with other residents at extremely expensive prices. He was once surprised...the eyes of these people clearly seemed to want to Skinned him alive, but never laid a hand on him.

Later, he learned from other residents that the reason why there was no open robbery among the residents was because of the strange "rules" of the shopkeeper.

They couldn't rob the shopkeeper's things, and they would die if they tried to rob them. They thought the shopkeeper had set up such a punishment on his own initiative. Of course they felt that the shopkeeper, an outsider, just wanted to see them struggling to survive. If they had the idea of ​​​​robbing openly, they might be killed by the shopkeeper's rules.

The young man who had just learned about this was shocked, but he believed the shopkeeper when he remembered how he moved freely in the snow. He also regarded the shopkeeper as a cold-hearted monster.

But now they were the only two people left in the entire hotel.

The young man has already seen the kindness of the shopkeeper, because he can always see a trace of sadness in the shopkeeper's eyes when the residents reveal all kinds of ugly things, just like the look in the shopkeeper's eyes when he saw that he almost killed his brother.

He was so scared that he let go because he was afraid that the shop owner would think he had broken the rules and would kill him too.

Later, he never attacked his brother again because he was stunned only once.

He and his brother had been close since childhood. Like conjoined twins, they were tired of doing everything together. They ate together, slept together, learned medical skills from their father and the master of the medical clinic together, and stayed in hotels together.

He used his medical skills, medicinal materials and determination to accumulate a relatively large amount of supplies. His original intention was to prevent his brother from living such a difficult life.

But maybe it was influenced by those eyes that would do anything to survive. For a while, he suddenly felt very tired. His brother lay on the bed like a blood-sucking insect, unable to do anything, but consuming his energy and supplies.

He was so mad that he wanted to kill his brother.

But the look from the shopkeeper sobered him up.

The shopkeeper had seen them cuddling together in the hospital, and he recalled the past from the sadness in the shopkeeper's eyes.

The wind blew on his face. The young man's hands had just dug a snow pit and buried his brother's body in it.

He sat down next to the shopkeeper: "Do you have any more cigarettes?"

The middle-aged man gave him one.

In fact, the young man didn't know how to smoke at all, and he never thought about smoking. He held the cigarette in his mouth and stared blankly at the brick wall in the alley.

How long has the snowstorm lasted?

have no idea.

I don’t know anymore.

The middle-aged shop owner was quite skilled at smoking. He took a deep breath and blew out the smoke ring: "It's just the two of us, how do you feel?"

The young man laughed again.

He seemed to suddenly understand why the shop owner always smiled, as if he had already forgotten the predicament at hand.

It turns out that when there is nothing to lose and the so-called survival is no longer important, laughter is the easiest expression to make.

"I don't feel anything." The young man held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, "I just suddenly felt that the snow disaster was not so scary."

Not only were they the shopkeepers and the last residents, they were probably the last two living people in the world that they could reach.

Two people with nothing to do.

On this sunny day without snow, neither of them went out to look for resources. Instead, they sat on the small steps in front of the door, chatting with each other.

"I buried the account books with my brother." The young man said calmly, "The account books are all worn out, and I'm a little uncomfortable with them being gone."

"I remember your brother still had a notebook." The shop owner exhaled another puff of smoke, "Buried it too?"

"That one didn't." The young man rubbed his hair, "I read the 'diary' he wrote, and I realized that he went crazy so early. Now that he is dead, don't let him read those things anymore on the way to hell. Bar."

A humming syllable overflowed from the young man's nasal cavity. In the end, he was still not used to the feeling of holding a cigarette in his mouth. He took off the cigarette with his hand and sighed softly: "I was wondering before, when I wanted to kill him, why did he The look in his eyes that looked at me was so clear, as if he had been waiting for that day for a long time."

"Do you know what I look like in my brother's diary? The big devil who extorted all the residents, the black-hearted doctor, who refused to save the old lady, almost tortured her, and even poisoned other people's medicine. "

"Everyone is crazy, but he is the only one who is awake. He sees those bad things happening, and he has justice in his heart, but he is powerless, especially my younger brother - living with him every day has become his biggest fear. "

"So in his mind, it was only a matter of time before I took action against him. He was afraid of me every day, and later he blamed me for refusing to let him die."

The middle-aged shop owner laughed.

The young man glanced at the shopkeeper and didn't ask him what he was laughing at.

Anyway, they can laugh at anything now, and they don’t need a reason.

"I recognize the black-hearted doctor. After all, the fees are high."

"But he's the one who doesn't let me see a doctor for the old lady." The young man folded the cigarette and played with it like a toy. "The old lady wanted to see a doctor, but she didn't want to give us anything. She said she was so old. Life is not easy."

"I know she's taking advantage of her age to take advantage of her, but there's nothing she can do about it. Human life matters. I really can't bear to see the old man getting sick. It's so pitiful."

"So I invited the old lady into the house. When the old lady saw my brother, she asked me why I brought such a tow bottle. My brother was angry. This was his problem. You said this The same goes for the old lady, why are you talking so nonsense, but my brother asked me to kick her out and not let me treat her."

"I was angry too, so I didn't care about her anymore." The young man ravaged the cigarette in his hand, "Now that I think about it, it was what the old lady said at that time that scared my brother."

"He always felt that I was going to abandon him. I was busy and tired at that time and failed to detect his emotions in time, which caused him to scare himself like that and hallucinate in his head."

The middle-aged shop owner's eyes were crooked. Things that made him feel powerless and tired in the past, but now he said them in a recalling tone, he actually felt pretty good.

He took another drag on his cigarette: "I remember that it was your brother who poisoned me. He got out of bed that day, mixed the poison in and fell on the ground. It was pitiful and funny at the same time."

The young man added to the shop owner: "It's quite hateful."

"Do you remember why he did that?"

"I probably remember that it was that person who mocked my brother's legs and said something bad, but to be honest, I didn't expect that my brother would poison that person's medicine." The young man casually grabbed a handful of snow and formed it into a ball. He hit the wall in front and watched the snowflakes fly.

"His fall made so much noise. Fortunately, he fell. Otherwise, I might have packaged the medicine and sold it." The young man remembered that in the end, he was the one who picked out the ingredients of the poison bit by bit. Fortunately, the medicinal materials were not Powder form.

He doesn't have to save people, but he never wants to poison people. As long as he dares, all the hard work he has done in the hotel for so long will be in vain, and no one will believe in the medicine he sells.

And with the paranoia and madness of that group of people, they might even take the opportunity to "exile" the two brothers so that they can divide their supplies.

"In the end, he put all these things on me in his little notebook." The young man was speechless, and after thinking about it, he shook his head in a funny way, "I know that his little notebook is for himself. You see, you are not slandering me."

"He was just crazy and really imagined that I was the devil and he would be the most innocent victim."

By the time there were only a few people left in the hotel, the young man's brother's madness had reached an irreversible level.

During the day, his brother always held his hand desperately and said that he wanted to live for two more days.

At night, the brother began to imagine that he was already in despair and wanted to die, but the bad guy brother insisted on keeping his life and continuing to torture him. While fantasizing, I also wrote it down in a notebook.

The young man had long discovered that his elder brother had a diary of his own, but he didn't look at it. He could understand something from his brother's eyes, and there was no need to look through the diary that might make him feel that his conscience was feeding the dog.

"You are such a contradictory person," the shopkeeper said. "At first, I thought you two brothers were more in love than each other. He was no longer clear-headed, but you tolerated him or even indulged him. So I saw you trying to pinch him. I was really shocked when he died, what did you think at the time?"

The young man rubbed his eyes and said softly: "I just didn't understand it at the moment, I was just impulsive."

People always have impulses, especially in such a depressing environment.

But his impulse was really short-lived, just once.

He is luckier than some people who commit suicide on impulse. At least the shop owner scares him away by chance, and the person who commits suicide has no chance to regret it.

"Okay, what about yourself?" The shopkeeper finished smoking. He touched his pocket and didn't smoke another cigarette. He coughed twice and cleared his throat.

"If nothing else, I just want to ask you one thing."

The young man smiled and said: "You still have time to ask me to do something? Then you have to tell me quickly and let me listen."

The shop owner laughed and said: "You can be impulsive as long as you want. Just don't lose your life when you are impulsive. Live longer."

I beg you.

You may not live long, but can you live as long as possible, otherwise?

When you die too, I will really be the only one left.

I was the only one left in the whole town.

The middle-aged shop owner is a person who hates being alone. He still misses the hotels where people came and went, and everyone was crowded together.

His hotel was originally opened just for the fun of it. In an alley like this where no one would come, he was waiting for someone to pass by.

If you are destined to move in, you can have a good night's sleep at a very low price, and no one will disturb you.

So his hotel is called the Sleep Inn.

But now no one will come to stay in his hotel again, and he has foreseen the loneliness in the future.

He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, as if he wasn't afraid enough, he was always waiting for time to pass while worrying about the future.

On a sunny day without snow, the innkeeper opened the door.

There was no one behind him.

Compared to him, it was too difficult for other people to survive. The young man promised him to live a little longer, but it seemed that he didn't do it.

The scene of chatting on a sunny day is still vivid in my mind, and the young man at that time was already at the end of his strength.

The young man's whole body was covered with frostbite, and it was difficult to control his body like a zombie, so he could only stand upright most of the time, and he would make a thud when he sat down.

Why were young people so interested in chatting at that time? Probably because I was still heartbroken after seeing the diary written by my brother. I wanted to explain it to the last person before I died and restore my innocence that was not so important and that no one cared about.

The middle-aged shop owner looked at the empty hotel and empty streets, and suddenly felt that all this was like a punishment from God.

The infighting among the residents was meaningless, and he was the only audience for the ridiculous games.

Those people fought back and forth, their biggest obsession being to survive, but in the end it was all in vain.

That’s what the shop owner originally thought.

However, at this moment, he was even more shocked to realize that in the end, his life was in vain.

There is nothing left, what is the meaning of his life? The loneliness of the entire ice and snow was pressing down on him. At this moment, he saw a moving figure in the distance.

The innkeeper was afraid that this was some kind of hallucination, that he too had fallen into madness without realizing it, but then he thought about it, it was not bad to be mad. Maybe when he turned around, he would see the hotel full of people again. Lively.

Fang Deming didn't know what the shopkeeper was thinking. He stepped in the snow until he came to the shopkeeper.

He still looked like he was so cold that his hands pricked his hands. He was wearing a thin long sleeve, leaving his neck and hands exposed to the cold wind.

The young man's skin wasn't very good, it was quite rough, but there wasn't a single frostbitten wound. It was clean, and he still looked like he came from another beautiful world.

The middle-aged shop owner suddenly realized.

"You're here again." He didn't invite Fang Deming into the hotel for a bowl of noodles this time, because he knew the young man in front of him didn't need it.

He only smiled and said: "Compared to that time, you seem to have grown taller."

Fang Deming is indeed growing taller. A boy of this age can leapfrog Lao Gao. It seems that every day is different, and his thin body has also grown, and it no longer makes people feel pitiful.

He looked at the quiet hotel and the healthy owner, and slowly smiled.

"This is a reward for someone I admire."

The middle-aged shop owner seemed to understand what he said in an instant.

He often thought of the young man who walked into the wind and snow with his back straight. Although he had only seen him once, he was really unforgettable.

It turns out it all started with that bowl of noodles.

But is this really an award?

"The snowstorm is about to stop."

Fang Deming saw the shop owner's surprised expression, and a feeling of satisfaction filled his heart.

"There will be a lot of 'people' in the town in the future, so you don't have to worry about no one coming."

"Since you are the only person I have left, I will reward you more and let you live forever - yes, I will let you live forever."

Fang Deming thought that such a reward was generous enough.

The shopkeeper in front of him was the only memory left in Nanshui Town in the past. Fang Deming originally just wanted him to live more comfortably in the snowstorm, but now he really couldn't bear to erase it.

He certainly did not feel that eternal life was the most terrible punishment for a good man under such circumstances.

The conceited and paranoid young man left the frustrated shopkeeper behind and went back to continue writing his story.

It's time to take the next step.

The ice and snow in the town melted, and the people who survived the snow disaster rebuilt everything in the town.

Of course, no one survives the snowstorm except the innkeeper, but he can write about them, which is why he has no regard for the lives of the townspeople.

A brand new Nanshui Town appeared.

The new townspeople had the memories they had been given, as if they had lived a contented and happy life. One after another, the townspeople began to live according to Fang Deming's design, and each of them respected the mansion at the north end of the town. .

They didn't remember that it was the general's mansion, because Fang Deming didn't want words like general and guardian to be attached to Fang's mansion.

no need.

The Fang Mansion has become the most powerful family in the town. Although there is no need to do business or do anything, in the hearts of the townspeople he writes about, the Fang Mansion is so powerful and rich that no one dares to provoke it.

The ice and snow outside the town finally disappeared, and the outsiders rushed in with the mental preparation that there would be no survivors, but they were shocked by the thriving scene.

The reporter on the front line asked the people in the town what was going on. The townspeople smiled and said that the heavy snow actually just surrounded Nanshui Town and had no impact on the inside at all. They were also afraid, but over time Not afraid anymore.

Now that the ice and snow have melted and life is back on track, the townspeople are very happy and welcome everyone to visit Nanshui Town. They took advantage of the boring time of being frozen to recreate a long street from the old days called Baibao Street. , which contains many things that are now rare.

You can also place an advertisement while the reporter is interviewing. People have to believe that nothing happened in Nanshui Town, and the townspeople's mentality is still good.

The media rushed to report on the strange things in Nanshui Town. The strange heavy snow caused a certain sensation. However, because there were no casualties, the incident was just listed as an unsolved mystery. There was no more follow-up attention. Instead, it was a friend. Visiting here because of its reputation has promoted the development of local tourism industry.

Xu Wan, a movie star who accidentally broke her waist while acting in a movie, chose to come to Nanshui Town to relax after hearing about this incident.

She met a very handsome man in the town, no less handsome than his male stars. The man looked to be in his mid-twenties, dressed very delicately, and had the air of a young man from an aristocratic family.

This man is also very individual. At least when she met him on the street for the first time, Xu Wan noticed that the man seemed a little cold, like a difficult hedgehog.

The fierceness that occasionally flashed in his eyes made him as full of secrets as the dangerous deep sea, which was fascinating.

She soon learned that she was interested in Fang Deming, the eldest son of the most powerful Fang Mansion in town.

Fang Deming controls the port of Nanshui Town, takes both black and white, and is a very manipulative person.

Xu Wan is not a woman who follows the rules. She likes to try all kinds of life, and she also likes to have her beauty seen by many people, so she chose to be an actress.

She was not afraid of the dangerous aura exuding from the man, but jumped into Fang Deming's life with enthusiasm like a moth to the flame.

She is really beautiful.

Fang Deming no longer resented anything at this time, because he had absolute control over this world.

He began to enjoy everything, including love.

Xu Wan's arrival was like a raging fire, and those smart eyes ignited his silent heart. In addition, the book was still in his hand, and Fang Deming had nothing to worry about.

He began to pursue Xu Wan, and Xu Wan also fell deeper and deeper into contact with him - especially after visiting Fang's house.

The giant python that only Fang Deming can see is still entrenched in Fang Mansion. The blessing it promises is to change the perceptions of people in Fang Mansion little by little. The more positive things they get in Fang Mansion, the less they can resist.

Whether they are married, visiting, or newly born, they will eventually accept Fang Deming's belief, and the entire Fang family will eventually become one.

However, Fang Deming did not wait until the cognitive changes of everyone in the Fang Mansion were fully effective. Those Fang family members who yelled at him and said he was crazy were all killed by him.

In his story, he lived a long life.

He doesn't need the useless Fang family anymore, a pen and a snake are enough.

In the years after the snow disaster, there were people who noticed something was wrong and came to Fang Mansion to investigate. As long as Fang Deming kept people in Fang Mansion for a few days, the other party would naturally forget all suspicions and walk out happily.

Xu Wan also fell in love with Fang Deming completely after going to Fang Mansion once. The two got married legitimately, and Xu Wan, who just came to relax, settled here.

Fang Deming loved Xu Wan very much.

Perhaps it is difficult for anyone to have the same feeling as him, that is, he has got everything and hardly needs to give to anyone, and the good things he has will gradually become boring.

But Xu Wan came, and Fang Deming finally had a way to pay. He couldn't wait to give all the best to Xu Wan, as long as Xu Wan was happy.

Within two years, Xu Wan knew the truth about Nanshui Town.

It was Fang Deming who took the initiative to tell her.

Fang Deming wrote in the book that even though Xu Wan was frightened at first, she still chose to stay with him after careful consideration.

Xu Wan has struggled. There is a romantic element in her bones. What she likes is the mysterious, cold, and skillful port boss. The townspeople's blessings should be sincere, and so should their envy and appreciation of her beauty. Sincere!

What she wants is not a one-man show that only belongs to one person from beginning to end! What's the difference between this and the fact that all the people watching her movies are the staff!

The illusion that Fang Deming created for her was shattered, and Xu Wan's love was extinguished. She wanted to escape, but after "deep consideration", she stayed with Fang Deming.

She is afraid.

She was afraid that Fang Deming, who had such means, would retaliate against her for fleeing, and... they also had a child.

Xu Wan already regretted getting married. For her, it was the most unbearable thing to be together despite no longer being in love, but she had to endure it.

By the time her second child was born, Xu Wan's spirit was already going crazy. In addition, her back injury had not been good, and her personality was erratic as she endured pain and endured an unloving husband.

The eldest son Fang Xiao was trained by Fang Deming as his successor. He was shrewd and ruthless. Xu Wan did not dare to touch him at all. She could only vent her resentment on her younger son.

Another thing that frightened her the most was that she was out of shape after giving birth to two children, and her appearance began to fade with age. Old injuries made her haggard, and her beauty faded.

No, it can't be like this.

Xu Wan's obsession with beauty is pathological. She can endure being close to a man she doesn't love for the rest of her life, but she cannot tolerate becoming ugly.

She asked Fang Deming to find the latest cosmetics and skin care products for her. The younger son just accidentally broke one of her cosmetics, and Xu Wan was so frightened that he was beaten to bed for half a month.

Later, Xu Wan died.

Fang Deming really liked her, so he asked the giant python for help and found a way to resurrect Xu Wan.

——Use other people's flesh and blood to sew a new body for Xu Wan.

Because Xu Wan is a member of the Fang family, the giant python can give her such protection, and because Fang Deming has a book, he can write this outrageous method in the book to increase the chance of completion.

Moreover, Xu Wan's obsession is to love beauty, and only a beautiful skin can make her reborn.

Fang Deming began to kidnap living people. He used his control over Nanshui Town to screen outsiders. Only women with particularly beautiful organs or delicate skin would be taken into the Fang Mansion.

He only took the best piece from each woman, and then gagged those women and locked them in an empty room in the Fang Mansion, and the python would kill them.

This process is a bit long, because there are not many beauties that meet his high requirements, and he has to be careful not to let the secret be discovered.

Not long after, word began to spread in the town that Xu Wan was reluctant to leave and that her soul was still wandering in Fang Mansion, crying every night... Those cries were made by the tied women.

Of course the two children of the Fang family would also know about such a big news.

Fang Xiao pretended to turn a blind eye, but in fact, like Fang Xing, they were frightened by the terrifying home and cast a shadow. They all wanted to escape, but the "rules" of the python restrained Fang Xiao, and Fang Deming's spy, Nanny Li, restrained Fang Xing.

Yes, Nanny Li was a character written by Fang Deming specifically to monitor his two children. Until this moment, Fang Deming had not noticed anything was wrong.

Until Fang Xing really ran away, Fang Deming suddenly discovered that the townspeople did not catch Fang Xing for him.

Because he didn't notice it in advance, he didn't have time to write down in the book the plot of the townspeople catching Fang Xing and bringing him back to Fang's mansion, so the townspeople wouldn't do anything for him.

He later realized that what he wrote was only determined by him at the moment he wrote it. After that, what each town citizen was thinking and how it would develop would all run independently according to logic, unless he specifically wrote a plot. .

However, his book...

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"His books were almost used up when I discovered them." Fang Xiao ended the story with these words. The fragrance of ink in the air quickly dissipated, and the sound of turning books seemed to have come to an end.

Yu Xing covered his head and lowered his head in pain to hide the glare in his eyes.

Fang Xiao poured him another cup of tea with a deep smile: "It turns out that we grew up in a false world. Brother, are you afraid?"

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