Odd Containment Specialist

After Baihe left, Xia Shou was the only one left in the room. Su Weiyu, who had been staying by his side, ran away to an unknown place.

Suddenly, there was the sound of firecrackers exploding outside, followed by the "chirp" sound of fireworks. Xia Shou walked to the street in a trance and looked up at the fireworks. A high platform supported by two wooden pillars had been built in the village at some point. The platforms were connected by several interlaced hemp ropes, and the villagers were cheering below.

At first, Xia Shou didn't understand what this was for, but when pairs of men and women climbed up the platform and stepped on the shaky hemp rope bridges with huge gaps and walked together, he immediately understood.

The purpose of this group of people is clear at a glance, and they don't hide it at all, just looking for excitement.

For the people in this village, any extreme sports are not exciting enough. The death crisis brought by bungee jumping and cliff jumping cannot bring about the crazy secretion of dopamine, so more difficult suicide activities are naturally developed.

Xia Shou sat on the doorstep, watching the group of people under the fireworks, in the middle of the hemp rope, tightening their thigh muscles, trying their best to maintain their center of gravity balance, while desperately seeking the ultimate happiness.

They shouted happily and wantonly, some people lost consciousness at the peak of happiness and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of meat, and some people fell and broke their bones at the moment when they were about to see heaven.

And once someone didn't fall to death, the people below would laugh and go up to finish the knife to reduce the pain of the other party.

Crazy to this extent, but still human... They still couldn't see Su Weiyu.

"Humans... are really crazy..." Xia Shou smiled bitterly and raised the corners of his mouth.

Even he himself didn't know how to look at this kind of thing. He felt that this group of people was so outrageous and crazy, but he felt that everything seemed so natural, even as it should be.

Is it really reasonable to use the moral values ​​of mortals with a lifespan of up to 100 years to restrain these people who have been repeating the same day for thousands of years?

It is said that it is too much to use modern morality to restrain ancient people. Is it reasonable to use modern people's morality to measure the behavior of the villagers of Yuezhuo Village?

Even if the moral code can be determined, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false among them.

There are only seven days, but who is the fake who sneaked into them?

Is the memory tampering really perfect?

If there is no answer to this identification, then this is the worst teasing of the gods to mortals like them. To climb the branches of the seven-branched history tree does not rely on ability and wisdom, but pure luck.

Xia Shou did not deny that as time goes by, thousands or tens of thousands of years, when the base number of people entering the village is large enough, there will always be an extremely lucky team that accurately smears the blood of all the fakes on the door based on unfounded guesses, opening the way to the past.

But is the mechanism set by the gods really like this? Such a bad taste.

"Unacceptable..."

"Unacceptable!"

Xia Shou frowned and stood in the shadow where the fireworks could not reach, looking at the revelry of the villagers of Yuezhuo Village, and said with gritted teeth in a voice that only he could hear, but no matter how hard he clenched his teeth, he could not erase the powerlessness inserted deep in his language.

He couldn't fool himself.

They were powerless to the extreme.

Although they established the theory of Occam's razor and the method of identifying the secrets of life, they were shattered by the simple fact that "impostors can prove each other".

As long as the impostors can prove this to each other, the communication between people will have no reference value. Each of them is a separate thinker and a lonely wall-facer.

But even so, Xia Shou still refused to admit that there was no correct solution to the question given by the gods.

No... Actually, it's not that he didn't want to admit it, but as a human being, if he admitted this bad and meaningless "good luck" selection, it would be equivalent to denying every footprint they walked from outside Yuezhuo Village to here.

They came here desperately, are they here to fight for a chance to win a lottery with a probability of less than 0.01%?

... There must be a way.

There must be a way!

If there is no way, then keep looking until you find it!

Until you find it before you die!

Xia Shou took a deep breath and began to delve into every detail in his memory, trying to find some differences.

Who could be the fake?

Yilong and Lingxiao?

But how is this possible?

Yilong was his best friend before he traveled through time, and Lingxiao was one of the few girls who could talk to him a lot before he traveled through time. They experienced so much together after traveling through time, and finally got to where they are now.

He couldn't live without any of them... How could they be fakes?

Then could the fake be Wei Yu?

Xia Shou immediately rejected this idea.

If it weren't for Wei Yu, he would have been buried in the Blood Demon House long ago. Even if he survived by chance, he would have become the chief physician of the Idrisu Sanatorium.

If it weren't for Su Wei Yu, he couldn't even enter the headquarters of the Blood Mother Cult.

So it couldn't be Su Wei Yu.

Then... could the fake be Baihe or Wulang?

But Brother Bai is a reliable senior, and so is Brother Pang. Although he doesn't have such a deep friendship with them, it is completely unreasonable to conclude that they are fakes just because of this.

If the authenticity is judged solely based on the depth of friendship, then in the eyes of other teams, the people in their team should be impostors, and they should also think that all the impostors are in Lin Tiandong and No. 58's team.

In fact, Xia Shou hoped that the truth was like this. It would be great if all the people in their three departments were genuine.

But this was impossible.

Moreover, if we put aside the friendship of life and death, he and Su Weiyu were the most suspicious from the perspective of the rationality of existence.

Even Xia Shou felt that his existence was too strange.

From the beginning of his time travel, he had opened up a huge gap with Liu Yilong and Ling Xiao, who were also time travelers.

When Liu Yilong and Ling Xiao awakened their superpowers and entered the control bureau in an ordinary way, he woke up in Merlin's house, with the Death Recording Notes and pocket watch in front of him, Alice behind him, and a mysterious black shadow under his feet.

When he accidentally opened the door and devoured the corpse, the first skill he got was a magical skill that could make the entire world time go back.

And what about Su Weiyu? No one in the world can see her, even the seventh-level finisher can't see her, but he can see her.

Is this reasonable?

It seems really unreasonable.

"Hehe, am I fake?"

Xia Shou himself was amused by this absurd idea.

He immediately wiped out this absurd idea from his mind, just as decisively as erasing a bad chalk drawing on a blackboard.

He wandered aimlessly in the street, ignoring the weird and crazy behavior of the villagers around him.

He thought, trying to find the answer inspiration that never existed in his short life experience of more than ten years.

"Xia Shou."

A familiar voice sounded in front of him.

He looked up.

It was Ling Xiao.

"Ling Xiao." Xia Shou smiled, his expression was particularly relaxed.

It was not a fake. In this completely hopeless situation, just seeing a trustworthy partner was enough to bring great comfort.

Just like injecting an overdose of morphine during the process of sawing off the limbs, when the pain reached the extreme and there was no end, the short pain-free time seemed particularly precious.

"You look very ugly." Xia Shou pointed at Ling Xiao and said.

Ling Xiao stared at him and smiled: "You are not much better."

The two stood half a meter apart and looked at each other. After a while, Ling Xiao turned his back and waved at him.

"Let's go for a walk."