Absurd deduction game

"What are you doing here?"

The sharp and hoarse old man's voice echoed in Yu Xing's ears. Yu Xing blinked and did not let the atmosphere change to silence. He smiled naturally: "I heard your voice and came out to take a look. I thought it would be just right. Now that we’re in the main hall, why don’t we pay our respects to this immortal, after all, I’m new here.”

This was said so naturally that no one could have imagined that it was the words he calmed down and organized in just a short moment.

If it were another village wandering here at night, it would definitely be unclear, but this village itself was already very irrational. Yu Xing estimated that the worship of gods should be the first priority in the brain circuits of these villagers.

If he, a man who was personally led by the goddess to live here, had the idea of ​​worshiping the gods, Granny Li would definitely be happy to see him. Even if he confessed that he came out with Granny Li, it wouldn't matter.

As long as you figure out what other people think and what they care about, you can often stay in an absolutely safe position when getting along.

Sure enough, Granny Li laughed despite her wrinkled and disfigured face after hearing this, and said repeatedly: "It's good to worship the gods, but it's already so late, Mr. Shi Wei should rest first."

"Okay." Although Yu Xing felt a little uncomfortable being called Shi Wei, he still looked calm, said good night to Granny Li, and returned to the room unhurriedly.

"Huh..." After closing the door, Yu Xing touched his nose, went to bed and fell asleep.

In the final analysis, the night's experience did not scare him. He was just a little regretful that Granny Li's family did not have enough information.

He couldn't fall asleep at first and went to watch a meat cutting ceremony. Instead, he felt sleepy. Lying on the bed, his eyelids soon felt heavy and he fell into darkness without realizing it.

…

Still a dream.

After falling asleep, dreams came to his door, briefly pulling Yu Xing out of the reality he was in and into another strange world.

Yu Xing's consciousness was floating in and out of bizarre scenes. The difference from last night was that tonight's dreams were no longer fragmentary images that were difficult to remember and capture, but were consecutive scenes, as if they were acted out in person. Although the drama is absurd, there seems to be an obscure thread connecting the real time.

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"It turns out that purple flowers are blooming all over the place, but they all end up in broken wells and ruined buildings..."

"Where is the beauty of the sky in a good time, and who has the pleasure of enjoying it..."

"Flying in the morning and rolling in the evening, clouds and green pavilions, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats..."

"Jinping people think that this time is so mean..."

As if he were dreaming or waking up, the melodious singing rang in his ears. Yu Xing knew very well that he was in a dream, just like many people had a clear sense of whether they were dreaming.

He looked up and saw that on the stage, a very good-looking female actor was singing quietly, with a clear and beautiful voice.

Dressed in a red dress, with her hair in a bun, slender and soft black braids on both sides, and red makeup on her eyebrows, every step of this actress is just right, and she performs the final song as if it were real.

The weather was gloomy, and it was hard to tell whether it was morning or afternoon. Yu Xing wore a suit that was gradually becoming popular among wealthy families at that time, and sat on a Western-style chair.

"Dream in the Garden." He recalled this famous Kunqu opera piece in a daze.

The people on the stage are still singing——

"The cuckoos are singing red all over the green hills, and the tobacco outside the tea leaves is soft and drunk. Although the peonies are so good, how can they be the first to return in spring? I am leisurely concentrating, and the words of the swallows are as clear as scissors, and I can listen to the singing of the orioles... "

Yu Xing looked around, and there was a person sitting next to him. His face was blurry, and it was difficult to explain what kind of voice the voice belonged to. After an unknown period of time, the song ended, and Hua Dan came off. The person in a vague voice said: "I have heard about the news in the city for a long time. Here comes a singer with excellent acting skills. Now that I have heard it with my own ears, the rumors in the street are indeed true. It is really a blessing for me to be invited to entertain Yu on his birthday."

Hua Dan bowed and spoke normally in a male voice: "It is a blessing for an actor to be valued by Master Yu and wish him birthday."

There is a softness in his eyebrows that is hard to ignore, yet fierce. Although he plays a female role on stage, he is very cheerful off stage and will never misunderstand that he is a woman.

In other people's words, it might be "this man is too good-looking."

"Master Yu" seemed very happy. He laughed twice and looked at Yu Xing: "The ancient Chinese rhyme things are really beautiful. This is Quanzi. He just came back from abroad and insists on learning Western art. I'm really afraid that he will go out. The trip was too exciting and I forgot my roots. How about it? You have liked beautiful things since you were a child. Isn’t this Garden Tour more beautiful than the oil painting and sculpture you learned?"

The last sentence was said to Yu Xing. Although Yu Xing realized that this was a dream, he could not control his body at this time. He was like a bystander, hearing himself say happily: "Well, it looks good."

Master Yu really liked the actor, and from then on the actor stayed in his house and became a long-term guest.

Yu Xing often saw a handsome man wearing a long gown and mandarin jacket walking at home.

…

Things in the middle broke like a deep chasm. When he opened his eyes again, Yu Xing's feet were on the cold ground, surrounded by broken glass and light red liquid, and his long hair covered his naked skin.

He is running.

There was a door of light in front of him, and a voice in his heart told him that he could escape from it all if he went out.

There were many people chasing him behind, shouting: "Don't let him run out! This is our only successful experimental subject!"

"boom!"

The gunshot sounded, and Yu Xing felt a sharp pain in his leg. He vaguely felt that his body had never suffered such pain. This was the first time, and he remembered it in his heart.

But he just staggered, and his running speed did not drop much. The gunshots behind him gradually became denser. Some bullets penetrated him, and some remained in his body.

Blood oozed from the corner of Yu Xing's mouth, and his consciousness became clearer and clearer.

"Don't let him get too seriously injured, the actor will kill us!"

"What are you afraid of? He can't die now!"

Actor... Hearing this name, Yu Xing suddenly felt a huge surge of grief and hatred in his heart.

He remembered that in the sea of ​​​​fire, he stood blankly, and the voice that could often be heard at home said to him with a smile that was completely different from when he was singing: "Your home is gone, and you have nothing to do." You can go anywhere, come with me."

"Oh? Did I cause your family to be ruined? Haha... Young Master Yu Xing, why did you only find out now? You are so unsmart, but you will suffer a lot in the future."

"What's the reason for doing this...Of course it's because of you. Look, your face is the same type as mine. How suitable are you to become the second actor...Yes, entering your home is of course the plan. a part of."

At this moment, Yu Xing recalled all the memories before entering the small village.

He sneered.

He really didn't expect that after losing his memory, he would recall the past in his dreams, and the person who reminded him of it was still this actor.

One day he would actually learn his name - Yu Xing from an actor.

After receiving the opinions, the plot should be changed a bit, the pace should be accelerated, and Yu Xing's past should be shown more directly. (After all, readers probably don’t have the patience to read fast food literature carefully. Other areas where I can’t write well are due to my lack of writing skills. I will work hard to improve it.)