Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

It was an empty room - only him, no Chu Tianshu, no one but him.

Lin Huai got off the bed. He saw a note on the bedside table and opened it to read. After seeing the familiar handwriting on it, Lin Huai finally felt a little relieved.

"There is a new development in the clues. Let's go to the police station first. See you at night."

"Chu."

"Tsk, startle me."

Lin Huai glanced at the clock on the wall, it was 9:30, then went downstairs and left the hotel.

Ten minutes after he left, a man returned to the room with two glass bottles of hot milk: "Student Kobayashi~"

"Huh, what about people?"

The man put down the milk and looked around the room, only to find a crumpled note on the bedside table—on the note, it was blank.

The man frowned, locked the door, and came to the front desk of the hotel. He asked the caretaker here: "Did you see the boy who came with me? So tall—so beautiful—"

"No." The administrator shook his head blankly.

"Tsk, Lin Huai, don't you tell me when you go out?" The man scratched his head, "Why are you running around so early in the morning... Forget it."

There is still a message on the front desk - the bearded patrol from the patrol room. The wax figure of the Virgin placed under the stained glass window of the Church of Our Lady has melted away. At sunrise, the sun shines through the stained windows, illuminating the faces of the devoutly praying believers, as well as the plastinated, female corpse that emerges from the melted wax after the oil wax drips. He instructed Dongluo to come to the patrol room to take a look.

It stands to reason that such a thing cannot happen. Chu Tianshu thought,

Chu Tianshu carefully obeyed the letter. He walked through the streets of Fog City, biting on baguettes that could be used as sharps. As he passed an intersection, his body moved.

He seemed to feel a familiar wind passing by him. He bit his bread and turned his head to stare blankly at the street, but saw nothing.

Lin Huai stood at the intersection of Wucheng.

The fog city is very large and has a large population, including many streets and intersections. He stood at the intersection of the crowd, with a gloomy expression on his face.

He heard the tram going by, the people coming and going. Among those voices were the sounds of children selling newspapers, the sounds of women bargaining with street vendors, the muffled coughs of men smoking pipes...

His ears heard so many voices. However... what appeared in front of him was an empty street!

Empty... a street where no one exists!

The buzzing voices were still loud and loud in his ears. But under the sunlight, it is indeed a city without people. The morning sun shines on the buildings on both sides, and the paved road reflects the sparkling light. He heard coffee cups crashing from the table on the corner. But when he turned around, he saw only an empty coffee table...

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Brat! Standing in the middle of the road, are you courting death?!"

A burst of force came suddenly. Lin Huai was caught off guard, and was thrown to the side of the street by two forces. The first force is a side impact, and the second force is a pull.

"Fuck, don't look at the road when you walk!"

There was a wound on Lin Huai's leg—the wound seemed to come from some kind of wheel scratch. He heard what seemed to be a carriage rushing past here, and in his ears came the voice of the roaring man, and the voices of more people: "Children, are you all right? Why are you standing there stupidly? Then The car comes by and you don't move, and the car, fuck, with such a big man standing in the middle, how can it..."

Just as Lin Huai was about to speak, he heard another voice: "Smith, what are you talking about?"

"say what?"

"What kid, what's not moving? What are you standing there saying, hurry up and go to work in the factory, it's almost time!"

After that, a lot of discussion sounded.

"What did he say kid?"

"Anyone? Was there anyone at the intersection just now?"

"Let's stay away from him, maybe he has some mental problems..."

And the air that had been supporting him also left. He seemed to be in a trance for a while, and said, "Hey, there's nothing here? I just remembered that I met..."

"Never mind, Smith, go to work!"

The noisy discussion gradually faded away. People's interest quickly shifted from this bizarre incident to their own livelihood. Only Lin Huai stood there alone.

He looked at his calf - there was an open wound on the white calf - blood was gushing out of the wound and running down the skin.

No one in the city seemed to see him—no one could see, this teenage boy who was bleeding from one leg and nearly hit by a car of some kind. And he - can't see everyone.

All the living can't see him, and he can't see all the living - all he can see is the dead that exists in the city - the dead that have not been in contact with the living.

The early morning noise continued. But Lin Huai seems to have been abandoned by this world at this moment.

Lin Huai lowered his head, he knew that with a little strength, the wound would slowly heal.

But he didn't.

"Someone deprived me of my vision? No, not only my vision, but also the vision of everyone in this city." Lin Huai said to himself, "It's interesting, a joke? A prank? Interesting... "

He leaned down and scratched his fingers into his wound, causing more blood to flow from it.

It was very painful, but he didn't even blink his eyelids. Instead, he put his right hand on the wound, letting the blood flow from it soaked into his own palm.

"That's the case." He raised his blood-stained, wet hand with a creepy smile on his face, "I'm here to play a joke on this city too."

He raised his hand, and when he felt someone pass him by, he calmly printed the **** palm on the other's back.

…

Lin Huai's behavior is often incomprehensible, but he doesn't care.

At this moment, he hugged his legs and sat on the high white stone steps. Below him is a street, on the street, countless **** handprints hanging in the air, walking back and forth on the road.

Who would have thought that a madman would use his own blood to mark the citizens he could not see?

"But unfortunately, my blood is limited, and today I can only mark this part of the citizens first." Lin Huai hugged his knees and said to himself, "These citizens seem to have retained their sense of touch and feelings for me. Hearing, but unfortunately, they seem to have completely lost sight of me - including my blood. When I raised my **** hand and patted them on the back, I could hear them scolding and then again Or look back. But unfortunately, they can't see not only me, but also my **** handprint."

"Besides, they also seem to have lost their sense of smell to me." Lin Huai slowly raised the blood-red hand in front of him, "This whole day, no one has smelled blood... With such a large amount of bleeding, the smell of blood on my body should be heavy."

"I was deprived of sight and smell at the same time, what did I trigger? Did it come from the **** witch? But...why sight? As for smell...is it because of the perfume? I remember, all the weird things happened last night in After I opened the case and sniffed the perfume inside. Is it this perfume, what did it do to me?"

Lin Huai spoke more than ever before. He sat on the stairs, talking to himself, his eyes calm.

However, this behavior may be because he understands that if he does not have this self-talk at this moment, he may be crazy because he faces this empty city that has only abandoned him.

The sun sets on the foggy city. Lin Huai stood up and walked down the steps. At this moment, he heard an uncertain voice: "Crow?"

crow?

In this copy, who will call him "raven"?

It can't be Xia Xingye, and it can't be Qiuran, and the two players other than them are already dead.

Lin Huai quickly thought of the weird puppet master.

A pair of hands seemed to be scratching in the void, as if looking for his trace. The man's voice was still coming: "Strange, I was here just now and heard your voice, where did you hide?"

Lin Huai didn't intend to ignore him, he walked down the stairs step by step. Until that person's voice came again: "Hehe... Hiding? Is it still an illusion?"

"Xiaoye, come out and find him."

pat.

pat.

The crisp footsteps sounded on the terrace.

Lin Huai turned around slowly.

A dark figure appeared around the corner. He was wearing a pitch-black cloak, and what was exposed under the hood was pale blond hair and a pale but extremely beautiful face. The eyes that originally seemed to be sinking stars were now pitch black. He looked ahead, and the face that used to have a soft smile in the past was now expressionless.

he…

Lin Huai narrowed his eyes.

- Today, he can't see all the living things that appear in the foggy city, and all he can see are dead things.

- And he saw Xia Xingye here.

- That is to say...

"It's really not easy to get your doll. Originally, I didn't expect to get it so easily, hahaha, in short, to get it is to earn it!" Xia Xingye stood on the steps, in front of him There was still a sound coming from the void. Xia Xingye's bangs fluttered, and a hand seemed to touch his face, and there was regret in the voice of the owner of that hand: "I really don't know what you think? Originally this should be a game A game that must be won, you walked away, but walked back, jumped off yourself, and was seriously injured, is this okay?"

The man was chattering, talking like the man in gray that Lin Huai had seen last time: "But I didn't expect you to be in the dungeon of arrogance, and you still have a hole card, and you blew my hand away, so bad I replaced it with a piece of wood, and as compensation, I had to wash the blood on your body and make it into a puppet... You threw the key of the Arrogant Witch to that little girl? Really, you don't want me that much. Benefit? Since that is the case, it is up to you to find her and my muse in this city together."

"Just right!" The voice seemed very happy. "That little girl seems to like you very much. When she left, she cried and said she wanted to avenge you. If she sees you again, she will be very happy, right? I don't know, could she be happy when she was killed by you?"

Lin Huai did not speak. He pursed his lips and looked at the puppet above. The newborn puppet stood on the high platform with lowered eyes, no matter what the man in gray said, it had no expression.

"Don't make a sullen face, just smile like you did before? We will get along well in the future, a puppet like you..." The puppet's forehead moved to the other side again, as if the person was touching again Playing with his hair, "I'll use you very carefully, hehehe..."

The puppet laughed quickly, the corners of his mouth seemed to be being manipulated, and the smile on his face looked a bit funny. The voice continued: "It's finally a little bit of what it used to be now, isn't it?"