Classical Revival Infinity Game

Dark figures gathered and approached, silently holding their tools.

They seemed to be waiting for a signal to attack at any time.

Ye Man's slingshot was also pointed out the window.

Uncle Wang's slingshot is very exquisitely made. It does not require manual pulling. You only need to pull a trigger-like mechanism, and the "ammunition" can be ejected instantly.

There is a small piece of post-it lamp inside the slingshot. The film has been removed and the side that can be pasted faces downstairs.

The entire sticky note lamp is the size of an A4 paper. Ye Man used the small scissors in his backpack to cut off a small corner, and then silently slid the lamp to adjust it to the maximum brightness.

The moment the figures gathered under the house, the post-it lamp shot out like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, the post-it light stuck to a short tree beside the square outside the garden.

In an instant, it burst into dazzling white light.

All shadows retreated outward almost reflexively.

The tadpole shadow left the area directly, and the passers-by also walked towards the other direction of the square.

Several shadows with obvious professional characteristics took a few steps back the moment the light came on, but quickly stopped and gathered around again.

I saw the baker's shadow with a long shovel with a sharp edge drawing an arc in the air, passing the shadow of the short tree, and the solid branches suddenly made a crisp sound, all broke, and fell to the ground one after another. Including the glowing branch.

"Oh!"

The muscular blacksmith swung the big hammer high and hit the shadow of the tree branch with a loud sound.

The light disappeared instantly, leaving only the smashed branches in a hollow on the ground and the broken corner of the post-it lamp.

From the time the light came on to when it disappeared, it only took two minutes.

These professional shadows gathered together again, and they collectively looked at Otto's house.

And this Otto's house, which was previously shining with white light and then suddenly dark, was finally filled with dim light like other people's houses.

The shadows stopped in place, seemed to look at it suspiciously for a while, and finally slowly left to continue doing their own things.

Ye Man, who was holding his breath by the window and wearing a black cloak, finally let out a sigh of relief.

While using a slingshot and sticky note lamp to attract the shadow to attack, she reached for the lamp and touched the switch.

She flipped the switch, and the desk lamp turned to dim light. She picked up the black coat and put it on herself.

It's exactly two minutes before and after.

The city continued to move, and the shoemaker returned to his customer, nodded and apologized, and resumed polishing his shoes.

The baker's customers gradually decreased. The tall and thin baker walked out of his house, visited the blacksmith and tailor respectively, and then came to the square to chat with the shoemaker and his customers.

The dim light and the turmoil just now made Ye Man feel extremely tired.

She watched and unknowingly fell asleep sitting by the window.

Ye Man rarely had such a deep sleep, but what was different from the usual deep sleep was that the time in her sleep did not pass quickly, but she felt like she was stuck in a quagmire-like darkness and was unable to break out, like a black slime. The stagnant space forcibly restrained her.

When she woke up again, she could already see the morning light.

The shadows of tadpoles all over the square disappeared, and so did the people. Street lamps and table lamps were all extinguished. It was as if that night of terror was just a dream.

But if you look closely, you can see the strangely flowing shadows of the buildings.

She turned around and saw that the clock was exactly 9 o'clock.

The white rose in the bottle seemed to have withered a little, and a petal fell on the table.

Ye Man felt that the white roses on the table felt inexplicably familiar. She seemed to have read about them in a novel, but it was difficult to remember them.

Just as she was thinking about her memories, the phone rang, and the monster's deep voice came from it again.

"How are you doing recently? Maybe you don't remember me, but I miss you very much, especially at this time of the day. Every time I drink a little wine, I will think of you. Especially [ZilaZila - sound of electricity] After disappearing, my soul has no place to rest.

"Today, I heard that there was a fire in your apartment. Several of us came to check it out. It turned out that the fire started in the small tree next to it. It was Baker and Schmidt who put out the fire together.

"If your apartment is really on fire, then I will convince them to come in and have a look, even though the process will be more complicated. After all, I miss you very much and want to protect everything you left behind."

The phone hangs up.

During this period, Ye Man tried to interrupt or interfere with the other party, such as tapping the receiver with his hand, or moving the receiver further away from him, speaking loudly, but the other party seemed unable to hear him, and just kept talking to himself. Hang up immediately.

After hanging up, there was still an empty and quiet voice.

"The so-called telephones generally have outgoing and receiving functions..." Ye Man analyzed, "Reception is the signal every day, so what is sent out?"

She looked at the bare number dial that had been unplugged: "The dial dial is destroyed, and it is impossible to communicate with the person on the other end of the phone. So what can be sent out may be keywords."

"This phone number may be the game's search engine."

She decided to give it a try, and now she had a keyword she most wanted to try.

"Keyword: plague." She said softly into the empty receiver.

The tadpole-like black shadows all over the ground last night, although they couldn't be seen clearly, were probably hinting at something. Combined with the information on the phone call "that strange disease here" and the architectural style of Western Europe in the Middle Ages, it is not difficult to deduce that this refers to the plague.

The black tadpoles crawling all over the square are actually the shadow of mice dragging their slender tails.

Sure enough, not long after, a clear female voice like a translation software came from inside, saying without emotion: "The technology word search was successful. The phone's messages on a certain day will be randomly unlocked for you."

"How are you doing? Maybe you don't remember me, but I miss you very much...

"Today, I somehow remembered the plague we had experienced. [Zila Zila - sound of electricity] was bitten by a mouse. I stayed in front of his bed, watching him like a flower that was constantly wilting. Flower, he first had a high fever and vomited, and then his skin continued to turn black. This blackening seemed to have no end, and in the end he turned into a black coal-like appearance.

"Soon I also developed a high fever. People in the whole town started to have a high fever, vomited, and then turned black. But after everything that happened, nothing disappeared. We survived. It's just that we couldn't go out at night because every day There is a full moon every night. The old people in the town said that if you go out on a full moon night, you will encounter a werewolf.

"And during the day with six suns, we can still live as before. I joined the guard team in our town. I originally wanted to make more money, but it's a pity... But I firmly believe that he is still alive!"