Forces of Temptation

16 pages in total.

Just now, while the world was spinning, Nan Zhou insisted on counting the seconds in his heart.

The book regained its memory and returned to its original state, and about 77 seconds passed.

Using the recovery time of a single page torn as a reference, it can be calculated that after the book is damaged, it takes about 5 seconds for each page to be recovered.

Nan Zhou closed the page in his palm.

He has collected enough information so far.

And then, all he needs is to wait.

When the time is right, Jiang Fang will naturally send out a signal.

Looking at Nan Zhou's series of actions just now, combined with the indistinct conversation between Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang, Li Yinhang finally roughly constructed their plan.

—So it was.

No wonder Jiang Fang chose to stay outside.

No wonder Nan Zhou said to Jiang Fang, "I can do it, but you may not."

This is a plan that only a lunatic would make, but it was decided by the two of them at the first time without any doubt.

That's crazy, and the most efficient, fast, and convenient way to clear customs.

She pursed her lips, not trying to interfere with their plans with words like "seeking stability" and "gou Yibo".

She just stayed by Nan Zhou's side, and in his slight panting, she seriously responded to the homework assigned to her by Teacher Nan: "By the way, I also found one thing, I don't know. Does it work-"

Nan Zhou looked at her with a hint of encouragement in her cold eyes.

Li Yinhang: "I found out—"

…

Half an hour is fleeting.

The tin soldiers standing against the wall moved again in twos and threes, kicking forward, and filed into the bookshelf labyrinth, launching a new round of patrols.

Jiang Fang's eyes were locked on the chessboard, closely observing the movements of the black and white twins.

The black army has been killed for three whole games.

The white army is still galloping freely, beheading as much as possible.

The white army is approaching the city, and the triumphant singing can be heard.

The city of Heizi, with eight pieces unable to move, is in jeopardy.

Under the advantage of almost riding the face, White's chess position became more and more arrogant.

White's king arrogantly stepped out of the protection circle, wanton encroaching on Black's territory.

Jiang Fang calculated the chess path step by step in his heart.

He sees a game of chess.

Here is another chess game that is five moves away.

He had a hunch.

This game will achieve the ideal situation in his vision.

Sure enough, Bai Zi recklessly took the king a step forward and stayed at the position where Jiang Fang had been staring at for a long time.

With the sound of the falling, Jiang Fang was shocked, and his heartstrings were instantly tense.

He finally got the chance he had been waiting for.

But when the Tin Soldiers began to patrol and Nanzhou and the others began to avoid—

But Jiang Fang did not hesitate for a moment.

He said that he believed in Nanzhou.

Almost the moment Baizi fell, Jiang Fang rushed straight towards the bookshelf labyrinth.

He didn't make any detours and detours at all, and kicked down the bookcase at the exit.

The bookcases are not too far from each other.

His kick was like knocking down the first domino.

He has followed the rules for a long time and was completely broken by this kick.

The book that belongs to it and has always been very quiet, started a gluttonous feast without warning.

The page brush rattled at his fingertips.

It seems to be chewing, tasting, and reminiscing about his story, gobbling it down, hungry for food.

But soon, it becomes indigestible.

The speed at which the pages devoured the story could not even keep up with the speed at which Jiang Fang violated the rules.

The seven bookshelves collided sharply and fell one after another.

When the seventh bookshelf crashed to the ground, because the first and second prohibitions were broken continuously and simultaneously, the book swallowed his memory until he was fourteen years old.

Jiang Fang rushed towards the inside of the bookshelf where a gap was rudely punched out!

The nearest group of patrolling tin soldiers suddenly heard a strange noise behind them and erected their spears. When they were about to turn around, Jiang Fang had already rushed to their side.

Jiang Fang stepped on the head of a tin soldier who was about to turn back, pressed the bookcase on the side with one hand, and jumped up with the help of his strength. After the whole body jumped over a book, he pushed hard—

The whole book collapsed, burying a team of tin soldiers under the book.

…

Nanzhou and the others did not live up to Jiang Fang's trust.

When the tin soldiers started patrolling, Nanzhou and the others had already moved to the bookshelf near the exit.

Suddenly I heard a loud bang resounding in the library, although Li Yinhang was already prepared, Li Yinhang was still shocked: "What-"

Before she could say the following, Nan Zhou's figure moved like a cat, jumped to the top of the nearest bookcase, pinpointed the place where the bookshelf overturned, pointed toes, and quickly ran towards the chaos go.

Li Yinhang also quickly calmed down and followed.

…

On the way to join Nanzhou, Jiang Fang's memory is rapidly draining from his body.

On the contrary, the memory and weight of the book in his arms are rapidly increasing.

Soon, the memories stored in the book fast-forward to his eighteenth year.

In Jiang Fang's eighteen-year-old memory, there is something related to chess.

There are bishops, chariots, knights, and praetorians.

In that memory, there is a complete chess game.

This is the perfect book for those **** souls who love fresh stories about themselves.

In an instant, eight transparent souls scattered around the labyrinth rushed out of the labyrinth bookshelf and greedily rushed towards the book in Jiang Fang's arms!

This is the plan of Nanzhou and Jiangfang.

Instead of looking for the pieces, let the pieces come to them on their own initiative!

However, as soon as the first step of the plan was completed, a sudden change occurred!

As soon as the eight souls were gathered in Jiang Fang's hands, a nearby team of tin soldiers rushed to hear the sound.

Jiang Fang, who had no cover behind him, was exposed to the eyes of five tin soldiers at the same time!

Five years of memory were forcibly stripped from his memory.

It contains all his happy and painful memories.

Contains all the information about why he became Jiang Fang.

Because of the loss of memory in a short period of time, Jiang Fang's will appeared a little confused and shaken.

He began to forget who he was.

Why are you here?

Why...

He hid beside the nearest book.

The hot air exhaled from the nose is somewhat turbulent.

Instinctively, he protected the book in his hand.

He can't go too far.

He wants to deal with the neighborhood and hand over the book in the shortest possible time—

…Give it to who?

The loss of previous memory caused a serious fault in his logical chain.

This confusion interfered with his judgment.

Amid the loud tinnitus, he suddenly heard a clear female voice, which sounded more than ten meters away: "There is someone here! Some kind of come after me!"

The three tin soldiers were attracted by this cry, and rushed away with their spears.

The next second, a very light footstep sounded close to Jiang Fang's head.

Jiang Fang looked up, but it was too late to catch his figure.

The figure fell straight from the top of the bookshelf, grabbed the heads of the two remaining tin soldiers who were trying to approach Jiang Fang, and slammed towards the center—

The two heads were suddenly smashed into a pile of scrap metal that couldn't get away from Meng and Meng.

Nan Zhou threw down the two broken heads of tin soldiers, facing the intense discomfort caused by breaking the rules, rushed to Jiang Fang's side, and reached for the book in his palm.

It took less than 30 seconds to start creating a commotion in Jiangfang and rush to Jiangfang in Nanzhou.

However, Jiang Fang is now caught in a sense of confusion brought about by rapid amnesia and cannot extricate himself.

Seeing Nan Zhou who shot at him, Jiang Fang's first reaction was to attack.

He grabbed Nan Zhou's hand that was reaching out to the book, flipped his wrist sharply, and threw Nan Zhou's arm with a screeching sound.

Nan Zhou quickly realized that Jiang Fang was in a wrong mood, and didn't want to hurt him. As soon as his toes touched the ground, he jumped up lightly on the wooden grid of the bookshelf on the side, and his legs tightly clamped Jiang Fang Dan. arm and one shoulder.

His inner thigh muscles and waist suddenly exerted force, twisting Jiang Fang into the messy books on the ground.

He stretched out his hand again, trying to **** the book that had gathered the souls of eight chess pieces in his hand.

Unexpectedly, after being attacked, Jiang Fang's self-defense response was not slow at all.

He rolled over and broke free from Nan Zhou's control, and the arm holding the book locked Nan Zhou's throat horizontally.

At the same time, he pushed open the seam of his legs with his knees, and his legs and hands exerted force, breaking Nan Zhou's legs into an H shape.

He looked down at Nan Zhou's face, his originally cold and vigilant expression loosened a little.

...Scenes like this seem to have happened in his only broken memory.

Nanzhou's breathing was very unstable.

His spirit has been hit repeatedly just now, and his strength is really weak.

But he must be quick.

Seizing the gap where Jiang Fang was stunned, Nan Zhou grabbed the slightly messy silver hair behind his head and pressed it down.

The tips of the noses almost touch each other.

The two warm breaths entangled, penetrated into each other's bodies, and shared a breath.

Nan Zhou gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you... believe me?"

Jiang Fang looked into his eyes.

After a moment, he was holding the book tightly and released it easily.

Nan Zhou no longer hesitated, grabbed his book, and rushed out along the road opened up by Jiang Fang.

At the same time, Li Yinhang, who attracted the attention of all the tin soldiers, was running around the bookshelf.

Listening to the chaotic footsteps, Jiang Fang sat up from the ground and wanted to follow Nanzhou out.

At this moment, the finger of a mutilated tin soldier caught his shoe without warning.

A muffled bass sounded from its broken lips.

—"Book. Book. Caught. Book."

Jiang Fang's eyes, which were already hazy, suddenly froze.

A little silvery white like metal tin dripped into his eyes like water, and gradually spread from his pupils.

However, before Jiang Fang's expression was completely sluggish, Nan Zhou, who was running, tore off the first sixteen pages and gave him back the scattered memories.

Sixteen pages, 80 seconds.

Nan Zhou made use of the rules he had personally tested to fight the time difference and regained Jiang Fang's consciousness for more than a minute.

The progress bar of the tin change was forced by him to press the pause button.

Forcibly endured the negative backlash from the darkness, and rushed out of the entrance of the bookshelf labyrinth that had collapsed, and the black mist in front of Nan Zhou gradually dissipated.

Watching the mummy raise his wrist to move the pieces on the chessboard, Nan Zhou suddenly accelerated his speed.

He threw Jiang Fang's book on the edge of the chessboard, almost knocking down a corner piece.

The half dead sunspot on the chessboard was immediately occupied by eight returning souls.

The whole game of dead chess will be resurrected in one breath.

And at the moment when it stopped, Nan Zhou rushed to reach out and held a sunspot on its behalf.

He panted, looking at the entire chessboard, trying to recall the two most important winning rules in chess that Jiang Fang had taught him.

First, the opponent's "king" will be ruled no matter which square he goes to next.

Second, the opponent's other pieces can neither eliminate the pieces that can check the "king", nor help the "king" to block and remove the inevitable situation of the check.

Bai Zi's arrogant chess path sent his king all the way to a desperate situation where he could not escape.

This is the situation Jiang Fang has been waiting for and wants the two sides to reach.

And every time the sunspot drops a child, he has to struggle for a full minute of hesitation, which is the time Jiang Fang wants to use.

In this short minute, the mummy will not fall.

In such a favorable situation, he wants to destroy the bookshelf, violate the ban, and attract the souls of the chess pieces to the book that belongs to Jiang Fang, and then hand over the book to Nan Zhou, let Nan Zhou take it with him The book came to the chessboard and helped the mummy end the game.

Nan Zhou doesn't know how to play chess, only a little bit of what Jiang Fang taught him.

Even if he could, Jiang Fang would take the initiative to choose to put himself into a situation where he might go crazy, or even be trapped in the library for the rest of his life.

He thought deeply about the confusion and unease that would be caused by a massive loss of his memory.

When he fell into this abnormal emotion, only Nan Zhou could subdue and stop him.

If it were the other way around, he would have no way to take Nanzhou.

That's why Nan Zhou said, "I can do it, but you may not."

—Jiang Fang even calculated his own madness.

…

About their plan, Li Yinhang, who seduced the tin soldiers to travel through the labyrinth of bookshelves, had already figured it out for the most part. He also communicated with Nan Zhou and got his affirmation.

But she couldn't understand what Nan Zhou said to her after hearing all her speculations.

"It's not to help the mummy win." Nan Zhou corrected her, "It's to let us win."

…

When Sunspot was reborn, Nan Zhou seized the opportunity to replace the mummy and left the crucial decisive son.

check.

General.

The White King has nowhere to hide.

Flip against the wind.

After Bai Zi paused, took the initiative to overthrow his white king, and silently announced his defeat, Nan Zhou looked at the one-legged tin soldier on one side.

The one-legged tin soldier lowered his gaze, seemingly unhappy.

It said: "Wrong. You should let my friend win."

Nan Zhou put his hand on Jiang Fang's book, and quietly announced, "That's right. We, we should let ourselves win."

He looked into the one-legged tin soldier's dark, abyss-like eyes and asked: "If your mummy friend wins, where will it go? Who are you going to continue sitting here? Chess position?"

The one-legged tin soldier quietly dug a delicate language trap for them.

When they pass the level as a player, they can open the door.

The mummy wins, isn't there a reward?

Nan Zhou didn't think at all that the mummy liked to play chess, so he sat like a mummy.

He thought, the one sitting here is most likely the last loser.

Because he couldn't find all eight pieces, he couldn't win no matter what, so he could only sit here all the time.

If Nanzhou and the others are really obedient and only responsible for recalling the souls of the pieces and "helping" the mummy to win, the mummy will be freed, then the three of them may be forced to keep one, and The door to play chess and become the reserve for the next mummified corpse.

Take ten thousand steps back and say, even if they think too much, this is not a trap, but the initiative is still best in their own hands.

Their caution has proved worthwhile.

The door to the outside world opened a gap for one person to pass through, and a ray of light appeared from the outside.

The black eye holes of the mummy were aimed at the land of freedom, and there was a miserable and low whimper in the throat.

Nan Zhou glanced at it, lowered his eyes, and picked up the book belonging to Jiang Fang.

After the game is over, the pages inside also stop growing.

The content that was torn off by Nanzhou has been automatically completed.

The text on page sixteen has grown to half.

Only half a page left.

Just a little bit, Jiang Fang will become a story and stay here.

Nan Zhou embraced Jiang Fang's story, and finally felt a lot more relaxed.

In the bookshelf maze, because the game is over, the tin soldiers' pursuit of Li Yinhang also stopped.

Silence.

He sat on the ground and said to the one-legged tin soldier, "My teammates are no longer books. Please bring them out."

The one-legged tin soldier sighed in resignation, used his spear as a crutch, and jumped to the depths of the bookshelf.

Nan Zhou guarded the open door alone, waiting for the return of the one-legged tin soldier.

He spread Jiang Fang's story between his knees and rubbed the cover curiously.

The shoulder twisted by Jiang Fang still hurts a little.

But Nanzhou doesn't care much.

His index finger twitched lightly on the cover, simulating the frequency of a cat's paw scratching his heart.

…want to see.