Absurd deduction game

Death and rebirth are unfamiliar territory to others.

But for Yu Xing, this is probably one node after another that he will experience in his life.

When his body reached its limit, the unbearable curse turned his body into a pile of debris.

Injury hurts, but if every organ and cell is broken, then naturally there will be no pain.

Yu Xing felt that he had no memory for a period of time, only an instinctive impression.

He seemed to feel that he was actively piecing together and growing, and that the fragments were planning to recombine along their original paths to form an identical body.

But this impression is not deep, more like the depths of a nightmare, leaving only a little bit of uncertainty after waking up. For example, now, Yu Xing opened his eyes from the darkness, raised his eyes and saw the faint hair. The fruit was shining with light, and the face of the resentful spirit on the fruit was looking at him in disbelief.

Thoughts return.

The black mist still shrouded him.

He turned over and sat up, looking around cautiously, but found that it was not necessary at all.

The process of absorbing the curse is far from over, this is just...the first death.

First resurrection.

After a short period of adaptation, the body that had just been pieced together began to disintegrate again.

Yu Xing took a deep breath and forced himself to recall all his experiences in the past few years, desperately remembering those familiar faces, and then closed his eyes and waited for the second death.

Don't know what time it is now.

They left that school called... what-if... Did they leave?

Maybe they have returned to the hotel, and Zhao Mou will definitely tell Carlos everything that happened in the school.

I should have known that I should have brought Carlos with me. If there were Carlos' paper figures, their communication would be much easier.

Wait, why bring him? Paper figures... what are paper figures.

Yu Xing found helplessly that his mind, affected by the curse, was still in chaos. It was extremely difficult to think of something smoothly.

Also, my whole body was aching and swollen. It was really hard to "eat" like this.

After sighing this sentence, Yu Xing's eyes darkened again.

Second death.

Second resurrection.

Yu Xing sat cross-legged next to the pothole. After being forced to death twice by being forced to explode, he found that his physical fitness had greatly improved.

The manifestation was that he was shivering physiologically, but the pain was far less intense than it was at the beginning.

Also, this time he seems to have persisted for several days and is not dead yet.

I just still can't think clearly.

The third death.

The third resurrection.

There was no longer any concept of time. Yu Xing raised his head and looked at the face of the fruit above his head in boredom.

Can such fruit be eaten?

I don’t know if it tastes good. If it tastes good, I can give it to Zhu Yan to try. This girl likes to come into contact with all kinds of ugly things.

How are you doing during this period of time, Zhu Yan?

What other cases did you help me investigate...

Yu Xing thought about it, scratched his hair, and was surprised to find that his hair had grown to his waist.

Why is it so long? Just like when I was soaked in the laboratory before.

Cut your own hair before going out.

He doesn't like long hair very much, because long hair always reminds him of... who is there, an opera singer.

The fourth resurrection.

Those branches could actually be controlled by Yu Xing a long time ago, but he didn't have the time. But this time, he finally attacked the fruit, and controlled some branches to send him to the fruit.

The resentful spirit stared at him.

While Yu Xing looked at the back of his hand, which was bloody and bloody, opening and closing, he reached out and picked off one of the Sunken Suns.

The picked fruit no longer glowed, but had a cool and tingling feeling, showing its presence in his hands.

It's not very easy to hold, just like an ordinary person holding a soldering iron.

Yu Xing played with it for a few times. Really not wanting to add unnecessary pain to himself, he pointed at the hole in the ground and threw the Sunken Sun into it like a basketball.

Hit the basket.

The fifth resurrection.

My thinking seems to be smoother, and my body's reaction is not as severe.

Yu Xing didn't know how long it had been since he came down. He only knew that he was undergoing transformation again and again.

In that transformation, he was a complete victim, and the power he gained started his tragic aftermath.

Now it is done willingly, because of hatred and because of the growth of ability.

"Does this mean I'm much better than before?" Yu Xing thought a little childishly.

If it were the beginning, he would not have such a tenacious spirit now, and he would have already started to want to destroy the surroundings.

Unlike now, he was trapped in a place like this and remembered that he couldn't leave.

The sixth resurrection.

My mind is a little empty.

Yu Xing looked at the black fog that had dissipated a lot. After opening his eyes, he stared blankly for a long time.

His hair spread out at his feet like a carpet, blending in and tangled with the bumpy branches, making him look like he was growing in a tree.

It's almost over... A concept came to his mind.

A little hungry.

Want to eat...want to eat...what do you want to eat?

People's screams and fear appeared in his eyes, and that negative emotion made him feel excited.

But then, another episode flashed back in my mind.

A figure stood in an unknown space. The knife in his hand was chopping the ingredients under the knife over and over again. Scarlet red flowed out of the knife...oh, it seemed like tomato juice.

The figure was wearing an apron, lowering his head and cooking seriously. The face seemed to be...his own.

I'm hungry, but I still want to eat cooked food.

Qu... Those two little girls used to like food very much.

Zhao Mou can also cook. When he lives with his teammates, the kitchen will never be empty because someone will cook anyway.

These people are...

Who.

Yu Xing blinked, trying to piece together these trivial memories.

There are several familiar faces.

When I think of them, my indifferent to deathly silence mood seems to fluctuate a little.

By the way, there was the little girl named Qu, the one with blue hair, the ghost who was older than him, and Zhao Mou. He couldn't quite remember what Zhao Mou looked like.

It seemed like there was someone else.

have no idea.

It seems that someone has been forgotten.

The seventh resurrection.

Thinking became smoother, and the black mist spreading around him became visibly thinner. After Yu Xing reshaped his thinking, he rubbed his brows and turned over to sit up.

What was he thinking before he died last time.

Oh, forgot one person.

But I can't remember it. He must be a very interesting person, why is it so vague?

Yu Xing frowned.

Unconsciously, he no longer cared about what the lines on his body looked like, nor did he care about the state of his body, because the pain had really become something he was accustomed to.

I'm not cold anymore and won't shiver.

Even the long-term confusion of memory cannot be adjusted quickly, so he forgets a person and cannot remember it.

Zhao...

Zhao Mou's younger brother.

Yes, that's that person.

Why do you think about it this way? Probably because this is the first teammate he got to know after entering the absurd world.

It seemed like we became friends after that.

He doesn't feel like a friend.

It's a senior, he obviously taught that person a lot.

As he died again and again, his control over the curse increased little by little. Even though everyone else remembered him, why did he forget about this person.

Yu Xing was thinking randomly without any purpose.

Perhaps he has to die again for the absorption of the curse to end.

The black mist rolled and seeped into his skin bit by bit.

He exhaled with difficulty and looked upward.

The faint light was his only companion in this underground place. Between the light and shadow, thick fog and shadow filled the air.

shadow?

A figure standing in the shadow suddenly appeared in Yu Xing's mind. The figure seemed to have noticed something and turned back from his memory.

The corners of his lips were pursed indifferently, as if he were mocking him. He could forget this.

Yu Xing smiled, he remembered, the feeling of suddenly forgetting something and then suddenly remembering it, was not bad.

Zhao Yijiu.