Forces of Temptation

Being reminded by Nan Zhou, Li Yinhang almost got goosebumps to the sky.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, she directly synesthetes the previous experience of eating Maonaohua with the current environment.

She suspected that she had smelled a faint smell of raw fat.

Even breathing became greasy.

Under such psychological pressure, Li Yinhang felt nauseous even breathing.

Is this a **** psychic attack?

Thinking of the unprecedented "Star Coin 11" level of difficulty, for the first time, Li Yinhang felt that he was going to die.

Seeing Li Yinhang's face blushing a little, Jiang Fang touched her shoulder, removed the silver chain used for decoration on the choker, and shook it gently in front of her eyes, under the meager light , swaying a circle of halo, successfully attracting Li Yinhang's attention.

Jiang Fang: "Are you afraid of claustrophobic spaces?"

Li Yinhang tried his best to adjust his breathing and answered in a loud voice: "No."

Jiang Fang: "Afraid of the dark?"

Li Yinhang shook his head.

Jiang Fang: "Afraid of the sound?"

Li Yinhang: "A little."

Jiang Fang: "Smell?"

During the conversation with Jiang Fang, Li Yinhang struggled to climb back from the edge of the cliff with his broken mentality.

She went to great lengths to confront her fear with "express fear": "Hmm."

Jiang Fang's eyes were filled with intoxicating tenderness: "There is no smell here. You can breathe with confidence."

Seeing Li Yinhang's breathing recovering smoothly, Jiang Fang smiled and turned to leave.

Almost as soon as he turned around, his smile disappeared naturally.

His gentleness is specially provided, and he does not want people who are dragging his feet to exist in the team.

The problem is solved, and naturally he doesn't need his gentleness anymore.

He walked to Nan Zhou: "Mr. Nan, are you feeling okay?"

At this time, a san-valued monster was looking around, without any discomfort: "What?"

Jiang Fang: "...Nothing."

Nan Zhou turned his head to look and saw that Li Yinhang's face was still red and white, he couldn't help frowning: "Yinhang is not feeling well?"

Li Yinhang tried his best to swallow the sour water in his mouth: "It's almost done."

Nan Zhou's tone was a little confused: "Why are you uncomfortable?"

Li Yinhang's eyes were full of sorrow, and his eyes were hazy with tears due to the disgust of the residual acid regurgitation.

—It's not that you say we're in someone else's head.

After Li Yinhang euphemistically expressed the source of his discomfort, Nan Zhou did not immediately express his understanding.

Nan Zhou: "You feel sick, so you can vomit at any time."

Nan Zhou: "It's very impolite to vomit in someone's head."

Nan Zhou: "Since you have the initiative to disgust others, why do you feel uncomfortable."

Li Yinhang: “…”

Li Yinhang suddenly felt better.

The effect of Nanzhou-style logic is even better than Jiang Fang's diversion.

After the **** comforted Li Yinhang, Nan Zhou had already stepped on the soft medullary carpet, bearing the ubiquitous chewing sound, and came to a "door" in the central corridor.

When she really stepped into this "corridor", Nanzhou felt the slight bumps and bumps under her feet.

It's like walking on uneven ground.

And this door should be the entrance of a materialized, some kind of brain matter?

Nan Zhou knocked on the door and politely said, "Is there anyone?"

Jiang Fang: “…”

He didn't know for a moment whether the silence was more terrifying, or if someone responded more terrifying.

Li Yinhang finally recovered.

She obediently stood beside Nanzhou, and looked at the ordinary door in front of him with a surface like a white spider silk.

There is a little distance between the door and the ground, and there is a faint light inside.

Nan Zhou knelt down on one knee and looked inside the door.

The light that shines through is multicolored, with an illusory halo, like the sheen of sunlight reflected on oil paint.

Nan Zhou whispered to himself:

"If we were really in one's head..."

"What kind of person would this be."

After checking the eyes with the other two people and making sure everyone was ready, Nan Zhou pressed down the door handle.

The scene around me suddenly changed.

The chewing noise disappeared.

The door they came in disappeared completely in front of them and behind them at the moment when they opened.

A breeze wafted in the scent of wood and calligraphy.

Nanzhou opened her eyes and found that they were in a huge...single-story library.

The huge dome of the library is like a page that is being turned over. One of the corners is lifted high, causing the other triangles to undergo subtle deformation.

The bookshelves, like the floors and walls, are made of oak.

Bracket-shaped curved bookshelves stand in rows, securely enclosing the three of them.

Nan Zhou took a few steps forward and walked past several shelves of books, and found that the shelves were arranged in no order, as if they were arbitrary.

And all three of them had a hardcover book in their hands.

Nan Zhou opened the book.

The book is blank.

From the title page to the last page, there is not a single word.

The white paper turned over from his palm, making a clattering sound, which made people feel empty.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang exchanged glances.

Nanzhou: "I'll take a look."

Speaking, Nan Zhou clamped the blank book to his side, kicked the edge of the bookshelf, jumped three times and two times, and stood at the top of the bookshelf.

They are right in the middle of this weird library.

The circles overlap, and the order is taken out of order.

The arc-shaped bookshelves expand from the center, echoing each other.

Like a maze in a gossip array.

In the end, a complete circle is formed.

The only exit to this labyrinth of bookshelves is just south of them.

It was a wooden door with a strange embossed pattern.

Jiang Fang observed the surrounding environment and asked him at the same time: "What do you see?"

Nanzhou simply summarized: "The bookshelf is like a maze. There is a door out of the maze."

Li Yinhang was refreshed: "We can get out of this maze and go out through the door, and we can win, right?"

Nan Zhou lowered his head and said seriously, "No."

Li Yinhang was about to speak when he saw a one-legged tin soldier carrying a gun jumping over and appearing at one end of the bookshelf.

Jiang Fang quickly protected Li Yinhang behind him, turned his back and took out the attacking cards.

Nan Zhou sat on the top of the bookshelf, lowered one leg, and looked at the tin soldier who was only knee-high.

…curious eyes.

The tin soldier held a spear, tapped the ground, and said in a pleasant short male voice:

"You want to open the door out, don't you?"

"Use your brains and help him."

After finishing speaking, it kicked its pointed-toed shoes and jumped forward.

Li Yinhang and Jiang Fang looked at each other and chose to follow.

Nan Zhou did not walk below, but strode between the bookshelves, with a light and silent pace, so as to help them point out the nearest way.

It is also good to be sure that there are no ambushes or traps on the way the tin soldiers took them.

Led by the Tin Soldiers, it took them 10 minutes to go around these labyrinth-like bookcases.

They came to the door with ease.

Li Yinhang didn't understand what Nan Zhou said until he reached the door.

A chess board is inlaid on the door with bumps and grooves.

Eyeballs, now there are circles of blue-gray fine lines that almost droop to the corners of the mouth.

The white chess playing against him is more like the door than a person.

White moves without hands, without wind.

When they came to the board, black had already been checked by white.

The black king chess fell on the chessboard, glittering like glass.

The tin soldier stood on tiptoe, admiring the chessboard in a serious manner, and talking to the mummy: "I lost again."

The mummy faces the chessboard, silently fascinated.

Li Yinhang: “…”

The player who has only played Gobang in class with the same table carefully looked at the other two and whispered: "You... Who has played this..."

She couldn't even remember the official name of chess.

After holding back for a long time, she said in a general way: "...chess?"

Nanzhou probed into the chessboard: "I can learn now."

Jiang Fang stared at Nanzhou: "Understand a little."

Nan Zhou looked at him.

Jiang Fang's smile softened a lot: "When I was in college, I participated in two school-level competitions." Because of the bonus.

Nan Zhou's eyes lit up as he wished: "Teach me later."

Jiang Fang had already noticed the abnormality on the chessboard, reached out his hand, and at the same time made a gentle promise: "…definitely."

He found that eight black pieces were still in the original position and had not moved from beginning to end.

When he tried to move the pieces, he found that the eight black pieces seemed to be cast on the chessboard and could not be moved at all.

One chariot, one bishop, one knight, and four janissaries were all blurred and completely immobile.

Eight against sixteen, it's no wonder if you can win.

It seems that the tin soldiers did not call them to play chess.

Sure enough, the tin soldier used a spear in his hand to guide the boat: "Here. I brought you the person who was looking for the chess piece."

The mummy did not look up.

He just lifted his eyelids, and the "Cube Ark" heard the crackling sound of his skin.

There was a glutinous rice cake that made Li Yinhang dare not think about its specific ingredients, and fell on his knees along his eyelids.

The tin soldier seemed to be afraid that he would make a sound, so he shattered on the spot, turned his head with a click, and blinked at the three Nan Zhou with round cartoon eyes: "My friend, lost important piece."

"Their souls are so playful, they are always attracted by stories that are fresh and relevant to them, and run into various books and hide."

"Just bring their books to the edge of the board and they will be resurrected on the board."

"All you have to do is find them."

"My friend won, you can go out."

The tin soldier's eyes fixed on them, and his voice became low.

"However, we need to agree on a few taboos."

"Taboo one, do not destroy the bookcase."

"Taboo two, don't disturb. My friend needs to concentrate on playing chess and hates being disturbed."

"Taboo three, don't be seen by other tin soldiers. I took you to help my friends, which is cheating. Every thirty minutes, they will patrol the museum in groups of five Once. If they see you, you'll be treated as thieves; if they catch you, you'll be turned into tin soldiers."

"Friendly reminder, they will be here in ten minutes or so."

"Every time a taboo is violated..."

"The book in your hand will eat up part of your story."

The righteous tin soldiers raised their spears at them.

"Help my friends win."

"Or, stay and be one of our stories."

Li Yinhang turned around and looked at the maze-like sea of ​​books behind him, his head buzzing several times.

"Eat the story"?

"Become a story"?

What does this mean?

Is the memory eaten by the book?

And then...turned into a creature like this emotionless chess-playing machine?

Before she could figure it out, she listened to Nan Zhou earnestly pointing at the dead chess pieces and asked the tin soldier for advice: "Can you break it down? It's not difficult to break it."

Tin Soldier: “…”

Nan Zhou took the initiative: "I'll show you."

The tin soldier's pocket spear stood up, preventing Nan Zhou's movements, obviously a firm defender of the rules of the game.

After this, it stood on tiptoe and continued to watch the game of his mummified friend.

Li Yinhang, who was inexplicably put on a strange mission, was confused and muttered: "But what does this have to do with 'brain invasion'?"

Nan Zhou, who failed to do anything just now, was astonished with an extremely flat expression: "Probably because this is the superior frontal gyrus in the frontal lobe of the brain? It is in charge of sports, learning, planning, Computing and working memory?"

After coming up with this wild speculation, he looked at the sea of ​​overlapping books: "These books may have been read by the owner of this brain."

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