The Righteous Player(s)

When the old woman came, she was pushing her wheelchair. She brought her own seat; the pregnant woman who came from behind took up two chairs alone.

Even if you count the "sister" who is still cooking, there is still one person missing at this table.

One chair is always empty.

Annan took the opportunity to get up and tried to check the note on the wall.

What's written on it seems to be a message board.

It used to happen occasionally in the storefronts around the school, with many post-it boards filled with words.

Some people use it as a confession wall, some people use it as a place to show affection, and some people use it as a memorial. The store can also use it as a proof of popularity...

The note posted on this message board is almost like this post-it note:

"Today is my father's death day, and tomorrow is my birthday. He said he will be back when I celebrate my birthday.

"He is a liar.

"He is also a hero, because my sister said that he died on the battlefield. A foreign country. He died in a place I can't see. I want to worship and I don't know which direction to kneel in. In any case, he will always I can't come back either."

For example, such post-it notes.

It's not so much a "remember" as it is some kind of diary.

The difference is that this diary is open to others-Annan watched here for a while. Others had seen his actions a long time ago, but there was no one to stop this "old man" from prying into other people's privacy. . From this point of view, this behavior may be allowed here.

"……what?"

Annan suddenly noticed that there were several dark red stains on a piece of paper.

It looks like dried blood—to be precise, it should be blood fingerprints. It's like the person who pressed this note up at the time, and his fingertips were stained with blood that hadn't dried up yet.

The first sentence of this note caught the attention of Annan:

"This world... really exists?"

It is a brushstroke that contains fear. It is like a note written with sweat, and the wet curl of the paper can be seen.

"I feel something is wrong. Although I can hear the radio, there seems to be a whole world outside; although there are still childhood companions in my memory... But it is undeniable that I haven't had it for several years. Seen outsiders again.

"With me, there are only eight people in this village. Where did our food, clothing, shelter and transportation come from? Why does the factory have only one worker? Where did the old woman sell the products?

"So I boldly speculate: Our world is false!

"When the sun rises tomorrow, I will run away! I want to see if the world outside this village really exists!"

...What kind of talent is this?

If he is a madman, his logic seems quite clear and his worries are more reasonable; but if he is a wise man, the final bold speculation is so leapfrog...

Annan thought about it, then looked back at several people.

He remembered that the previous "old lady" urged "Huang Mao" to return to work tomorrow;

"Madam" is going to give birth tomorrow;

The owner of the first note, tomorrow is his birthday;

The owner of the second note intends to verify the authenticity of this world tomorrow...

If Annan didn’t guess wrong, the eight people present should all have some expectations for "tomorrow"...

-Or, fear.

"The food is ready!"

At this moment, a gentle girl's voice sounded.

Annan crouched and turned around.

A girl wearing a goose-yellow turtleneck sweater, slender black hair, and glasses walked out of the kitchen with the last dish.

Seeing Annan standing by the wall, she smiled lightly, showing two beautiful dimples on her cheeks: "Abo, let's eat first."

"good."

Annan, who was still in the stage of collecting information, nodded obediently, and sat at the table as they wanted.

There is no doubt that from Annan's eyes, all the food on the table is delicious. And everything he likes to eat...

From smoked beef burgers, egg tarts, half-cooked cheese, to pickled pork with pickled vegetables, cola chicken wings, boiled pork slices, and claypot rice. The most outrageous thing is that there is also a large tomahawk steak and grilled crispy roast suckling pig. In any case, this is not a meal made by a young girl in such a humble kitchen in a few hours.

Annan hasn't seen such a hometown and modern food for a long, long time.

But Annan didn't care about moving the chopsticks. Instead, he observed the girl called "elder sister"-yes, there were chopsticks, not just knives and forks, on the table.

She looked as though she was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Also like everyone else, he has a face similar to Annan.

"Give it to me, sister."

The strong man with a calm temperament walked over and took the food from the girl.

This brawny man, at least in his early thirties, said "sister" to a teenage girl... This made Annan feel strange.

But the others seemed to have not noticed anything, and there was no abnormal color on their faces. This sense of surprise gave Annan a strong sense of unreality.

My sister glanced around and asked, "Where is the philosopher?"

"He didn't come!"

The first yellow hair who moved his chopsticks, stuffed his mouth full of food, replied first: "I haven't seen him for a day!"

……philosopher.

Annan heard the "name" of the last person.

If nothing else, this should be the person who left the second note.

But there was another doubt in Annan's heart-there were obviously only ten people in this village. If Huang Mao hadn't seen him for a day, why did his note stay here?

"Uncle, don't you want to eat it?"

My sister asked on the side.

It was an extremely gentle, even almost respectful tone, but Annan's intuition felt a faint danger inexplicably.

It was as if something terrible would happen if he didn't eat it.

"It's a little lost, sister."

With a simple and honest smile on Annan's face, he picked up his chopsticks.

He deliberately called to his sister, wanting to see how others reacted. The result is that no one feels anything strange about this.

...... The rules of this nightmare, I probably understand a little bit.

Annan said in his heart.

However, some more information has to be collected.

If I guessed correctly... I should be able to hear the death of the "philosopher" soon.

——Is this the last supper?

The taste of the food ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is as delicious as it looks. It's better to say it is wonderful-every food is comparable to the peak state in Annan's memory, and it is so wonderful that people can't help but admire.

Even Annan, who was vigilant at first, couldn't help but move his chopsticks a few more times.

But even Annan, who was immersed in the food wholeheartedly, was observing the surroundings vaguely.

Although his own abilities were inexplicably unusable here... But the quality of Annan's soul did not decrease. His instinct tells him that someone is also observing him in a similar way to himself.

No accident happened until Annan was full.

"——The sunset today is beautiful.

"Or, let me fortune tell you?"

The old woman lying in a wheelchair with her head tilted suddenly smiled and said, "Did you have a leisure time after dinner?"