Absurd deduction game

The movie screen exudes a faint light.

Yu Xing sat on the soft sofa seat. On the left was Zhao Yijiu, who was also resisting pollution, and on the right was Yi Qing, who was purely curious.

On the pale screen, the patterns are constantly changing, a bit hypnotic, and a bit like the kaleidoscope Yu Xing played more than ten years ago.

The constant changes of complex patterns always make people feel irritated. Yu Xing frowned at first, but as he looked at it, he found that this big screen seemed to have a deeper power. At least in his feelings, the irritability was gradually subsided. Replaced by stock interest.

He became interested in the screen.

His eyes gradually stopped at the center of the screen, not wanting to look at anything else. On the left, there was the sound of Zhao Yijiu's breathing, and in front there was the sound of an infected person pulling at a packaging bag. An infected person in the corner was The speaker kept muttering in his mouth, unable to make out what he was saying, just repeating some meaningless words.

All the sounds must appear in Yu Xing's hearing.

Those breathing sounds seemed to have turned into little bugs at this moment, burrowing crazily into his brain. Although it didn't hurt, the constant buzzing made Yu Xing's head swell.

The virus was contaminating him all the time - from the moment he chose to adapt to the virus and sit down to watch a movie, the virus seemed to have no resistance and began to run rampant.

At this moment, the pattern on the screen turned into a smiling skeleton. A pair of black holes stared at the audience through the screen. There were black silhouettes like arms growing around it, constantly changing on the skull's head. shape.

One moment it becomes a blooming flower, the next moment it becomes a disorderly tentacle.

Under the influence of this image, Yu Xing felt that his vision began to distort, the grid pattern on the wall of the screening room turned into crooked curves, and the whole world began to spin.

"Yu Xing, do you feel that the scene around you is changing..." There was a trace of hesitation in Zhao Yijiu's gloomy voice, and he held Yu Xing's arm with his cold hand, as if this would make him feel more at ease.

Yu Xing patted back comfortingly: "It's just a little twisted..."

His hands paused.

wrong.

Strange.

How could Zhao Yijiao's hand be so stiff? It felt like a sculpture.

Yu Xing did not turn his head and stared at the huge black skeleton silhouette again. The skeleton smiled, and its upper teeth and lower jaw collided. Zhao Yijiu's voice came from the speakers on both sides of the screening room: "You Have you noticed that the surrounding scene is changing?”

He turned back suddenly.

Behind him is no longer the wall of the screening room, but an antique decorated corridor.

The corridor twists and turns, leaving a small courtyard full of flowers and plants in the middle. An easel is placed on the path in the middle of the courtyard, and there is a table next to it to hold paints and brushes.

There is a hint of fakeness in this picture, like a crudely made texture in the game.

But Yu Xing was still attracted.

He even wanted to stand up and walk towards the easel to see if the painting paper placed on the easel was his favorite one.

What will be drawn on the drawing paper?

Yu Xing thought and really stood up.

Then he realized that, unknowingly, what he was sitting on was no longer a movie theater sofa chair, but a stone bench that was somewhat familiar but even more unfamiliar.

Next to the stone bench, where Zhao Yijiao was supposed to be sitting, there was a plaster work being carved. On the statue was a bust of Zhao Yjiu.

The face was only roughly carved, but the arms were lifelike. One of the arms stretched out, and the plaster hand made a grasping motion - if Yu Xing had not stood up, that hand should have been resting on Yu Xing's body. On my body.

Everything in the screening room disappeared.

Yu Xing is now standing in the sculpture room that he has not set foot in for many years, but there is no door. The missing wall has turned into a winding corridor, connecting the small courtyard.

This strange layout cannot appear in reality, it is like a chaotic dream, without logic and common sense.

Is this the way the Wraith Virus carries out mental pollution? Yu Xing thought.

At this time, the feeling of drunkenness in his body faded away, and he was extremely sober, but this scene that was supposed to be an illusion was enough to be fake, just like it was real.

This shows that he is not awake, but has fallen into a deeper rhythm of pollution, so that the pollution process that he was originally aware of can no longer be actively distinguished.

Yu Xing glanced at the half-carved plaster statue and reached out to touch the outline of the plaster statue's face.

It feels real, but looks illusory.

"..." Yu Xing found it a bit funny. What he felt now was that he seemed to be 1,000 degrees short-sighted and everything he saw was distorted.

He took two steps to the side and looked around. He seemed to have been in every place here before, but the details were restored very poorly. If it were a movie, it could only be said to be a movie with very rough scenes.

[If your life was a movie and you were the protagonist, how would you act it out? 】

While Yu Xing squinted his eyes to observe the environment, a voice that appeared from nowhere suddenly sounded, with a standard broadcasting tone and a narrative tone, and a narration came.

"Huh?" Yu Xing really didn't expect this to happen.

[You are a rich young man who is doted on by your family. You are good-looking and rich. Women like you and men are jealous of you. You can attract the attention of others anytime and anywhere. From the beginning, you are a born winner in life. 】

The narrator began to read the lines, and the scene became more and more solid as the lines progressed.

[But the winner in life is not the protagonist. The real protagonist needs to go through twists and turns and experience love and hate, rather than everything being smooth sailing. A life like a running account, no matter how beautiful it is, is just a show off to the audience. 】

Yu Xing sneered.

After hearing this line and this scene, he had already guessed what the virus wanted to show him.

In the end, mental pollution will make the infected person lose their self-awareness, so the process of pollution will definitely search for the things that the infected person has experienced, and then tamper with them to distort the memory of the infected person.

And the virus found the most twisted part, which was those memories that impressed him deeply but lasted a long time. In fact, this part of the memory had lost some details and added some details without authorization as he recalled it side by side.

It is the easiest to tamper with.

The narrator was reading——

[So, as the protagonist, everything about you will be destroyed. Yu Xing, do you know the source of the tragedy? The source is not the person you hate, nor the person you love, but yourself. 】

【It’s your wonderful life. 】