The Righteous Player(s)

……I see.

Is this the so-called "sunset"?

Before Annan entered this nightmare, he knew that the name of the egg of dreaming was called "the sun that never sets."

At first, he thought this world was the scorching wasteland of eternal day, thinking that this would not hurt himself-Annan, who possessed the radiant element, was completely immune to radiation-type damage. Even without the protection of the atmosphere, Annan can live very well. You can even use it as a weapon to attack others in turn.

As a result, Annan did not expect that the form of this nightmare would be this kind of psychological labyrinth.

Although it has only gone through the first stage... but Annan has roughly guessed the system and mechanism of this nightmare.

——Why are almost all of Annan’s abilities blocked?

the reason is simple.

Because this is not the real world.

This should be someone's dream...or rather, a dream in a dream.

"If I didn't guess wrong," Annan thought, "this place should be related to the previous fire and smoke."

Annan did not forget any detail.

When he entered this nightmare, he first appeared on the bed. At that time, he seemed to have been given some medicine, and he became groggy and unable to open his eyes... Then, someone raised the axe in his hand to himself.

Not surprisingly.

The world Annan is currently in should indeed be illusory. One level higher is the man in the fire.

There may be a third level, but... who knows.

Since the moth mother named the egg of dreaming "The Day That Never Sets", it shows that the theme of this nightmare must be this layer now. In a sense, this decrypted book was even spoiled by its name...

And Annan cannot die in this copy, otherwise he will really die; since Greysmith knows that the old grandmother is awake, there is still Zhiji watching outside, he can't deliberately designed to murder Annan... Then he didn't tell Annan at all before The specific information of this nightmare is undoubtedly that the truth can be broken with just one point, and there is no room for spoilers at all.

——Then the truth of the story must be very simple.

For Annan... the fact that Greysmith "chooses not to be spoiled at all" has itself become another kind of spoiler.

When the sun went down, Annan returned to the "old woman" again. And the doctor is still behind him, so this time is not at least the morning of the "next day" before.

According to Annan's understanding, this nightmare should have a "soft frenzy" mechanism.

Because every time he enters a new identity, Annan’s information and his vision will increase exaggeratedly. This kind of preferential treatment cannot be costless-when Annan experiences everyone's perspective, he will definitely be able to solve all mysteries.

Then its difficulty must lie in that Annan could not obtain complete information.

If Annan did not find the ultimate "murderer" in the eight rounds-or seven or even six rounds, then maybe he would really die here.

Of course, there are six chances...

In fact, Annan already has a certain number in his mind.

If it goes well, just go through this reincarnation again. By the beginning of the third week, Annan will be able to complete the decryption.

"Doctor," Annan imitated the old woman's quack laugh, whispering to deceive the strong man behind him, "you seem to have something to say."

"...Is it so obvious?"

The doctor smiled bitterly: "That's really sorry...

"Do you have to tell the truth?"

"I hope so."

Annan replied.

The doctor sighed and said softly: "Old lady, you know how much your body...how many?"

Annan said nothing, waiting for the doctor to continue to play.

"I must have an operation tomorrow if I say anything."

The doctor said solemnly: "Otherwise, it will be too late.

"But even if it is an operation, there is no guarantee that it will end smoothly."

"In other words, I might die on the operating table tomorrow... right."

Annan said softly.

The sturdy doctor said solemnly: "What you said is. But I will try my best..."

"Needless to say, doctor."

Annan interrupted him and let out a deep laugh: "Of course I believe you.

"But do you... really believe in yourself?"

Hearing Annan's endless words, the doctor was silent for a moment.

Annan continued: "Besides, there is another thing tomorrow... Do you remember it."

"Ah, yes."

The doctor sighed: "Indeed, I have promised this way...but I am destined to break my promise."

An Nan's heart moved.

He turned his head slightly and whispered: "You still decide to go on like this."

"It's too late."

The doctor sighed: "He treats me as a hero, but I'm just a deserter.

"Tomorrow is the day we have agreed, but I..."

"Are you going to escape?"

Annan asked sharply: "It's up to now, can't you face the past?"

For the average person, this is not very polite and may invite hostility.

But Annan’s current identity can just be said-the reason is very simple, because his current identity is an old lady who is about to burp. Even if you say something impolite, you can still be understood and tolerated.

So, the doctor who was pushing the wheelchair behind Annan just smiled bitterly.

He sighed and whispered, "Because I am a coward...I am a despicable deserter.

"How I escaped from the battlefield back then... Now I will also run away from the door of my house like that.

"Like a dog."

"Are you still not going to find your son?"

Annan asked further.

But the doctor didn't reply, but was silent.

He was basically certain that the doctor was the "hero father" he saw on the first note.

Then conversely infer... the identity of the owner of the first note has basically been confirmed.

So Annan asked inductively: "Actually, I think he might have recognized you a long time ago. Otherwise, he would not be particularly silent in front of you."

"He was very silent at first."

The doctor retorted.

And this is basically an admission that the "tinker" is his son-among the eight people in this village, only the tinker is the most silent.

So Annan chuckled and made the final confirmation: "Yes. Because the only thing he doesn't do well is his heart."

"……It was my fault."

No surprise, the doctor was silent for a while and then sighed: "He thought I was dead. He thought that the pocket watch I sent back that was damaged in the explosion was my relic..."

"Well," Annan interrupted him, "we should go to dinner."

"Do you have anything else to do?"

The doctor asked.

Annan sneered silently.

"certainly."

He replied.

The next moment, Annan appeared at her sister's house with the doctor.

However, at this time Annan clearly realized that the timeline had changed.

It was supposed to be with the "old woman" and the "doctor" and the "tinker" who arrived, but they weren't here. And the "Arbor" and "Huang Mao" who should have arrived earlier have not arrived yet.

Annan and the doctor became the first wave of arrivals!

"I'm going to see that."

He pulled his throat, pointed to the note on the wall, and said loudly to the doctor.

This is also a temptation.

as predicted.

The doctor was at a loss.

"What are you looking at? The radio."

He asked.

Obviously, he hadn't noticed the notes on the radio at all.

It's as if they didn't exist from the beginning.

"Yes, radio."

Annan dealt with it and said, "Let me see if it can be used."

Annan, unable to walk on his own, was pushed by the doctor and walked to the radio.

Annan reached out and fumbled around on the radio, looking at the note on the wall from the corner of his eye.

Surprisingly... even the note is different this time!

The note that was supposed to be a philosopher had **** handprints on it, but this time it turned into another note with a black circle on it.

Annan looked at the only different note carefully:

"I don't want to live like this anymore."

The handwriting was messy and dirty, and the note was slightly wrinkled: "I have had enough, I have had enough!

"I don't want to go to work again! I don't want to see that old woman's face again! I should have lived a wonderful and interesting life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But why—why it must be me, not someone else ?

"Every night I am urged-I just don't want to work and want to have money. Is there any problem? This work is never ending, it can't end at all... Every day I look at her as if she is about to die. But I have waited for more than half a month, and I have waited longer before, but she still hangs on her breath!

"Tomorrow... wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow I must have a good talk with the old woman... Find someone for me. I think the old man is good, just a couple. A short-lived ghost is a perfect match for a bad old man.

"--If it doesn't work, kill her. Just use a pillow to suffocate her in a wheelchair, and let her suffocate. Anyway, she was about to die. No one would suspect that I did it.

"Okay, just do it."

The handwriting on the note gradually changed from chaos to neat.

Like its owner's thinking, it gradually became clear.