Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

Outside the window, the sound of the wooden fish was approaching rapidly.

Ji Muxia swooped down and pressed Xie Bingyan who had just got up on the bed again.

Press people, pull the quilt, pretend to sleep.

Xie Bingyan: ...

Ji Muxia tightly closed her eyes.

Outside the window, the cold gaze came again, and it did not shift for a long time.

The suspended white lantern was just outside the window, and the white candle on the table had just shown signs of glowing red, before it returned to white again unknowingly.

But Bai Lantern and Muyu never left.

"Bang bang bang—"

The wooden fish kept tapping outside the window, as if it had settled down there.

Ji Muxia almost wanted to use a torch to burn the wooden fish as firewood, thought about the bloody handprints on the white lantern outside the door, and resisted the urge to lie on Xie Bingyan's chest.

Listening to it, Muyu turned into a lullaby, urging him to fall asleep...

The oppressed Xie Bingyan: ...

It was such a sweet torture...

After dawn, when Ji Mucha got up, Xie Bingyan looked at the top of the bed with dull eyes, with thick dark circles under his eyes.

"You didn't sleep last night?" Ji Mucha couldn't help poking Xie Bingyan's cheek with his hand.

Xie Bingyan: "Yes."

"I can't tell, you're so timid." Ji Mucha poked his face again, "Scared?"

Xie Bingyan: "Yes."

"Could it be that I'm too heavy to crush you?"

"Um……"

Ji Mucha got up from Xie Bingyan's body, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Xie Bingyan's voice also changed suddenly, depressing and deep, like pain or pleasure.

Then, Ji Muxia bowed her head...

"Beasts."

"They're all men, why do men make things difficult for men." Xie Bingyan tentatively said, "Why don't we help each other?"

"roll!"

Ji Mucha resolutely turned over and got out of bed.

The scene just now somehow reminded him of a game he played when he was a child.

Boys play with one leg folded and hop on one leg to push another hop on one leg.

That game was called "cockfighting," but the scene just now seemed to fit the name better.

……

Although both men knew that the natural physiological reactions in the morning were uncontrollable, Ji Mucha was still a little embarrassed.

He deliberately left the room, wanting to give Xie Bingyan the time and space to solve it by himself.

But the game obviously doesn't consider these so humanely.

Just as Ji Muxia walked out of the room, she heard a shrill scream coming from the direction of the main room.

Listen to that voice, it's not just a person, there are men and women.

"Go and have a look." Xie Bingyan walked out.

Ji Mucha was not surprised, if Xie Bingyan was still interested, then he would be admired.

When the two walked towards the main room, they saw bloody handprints all over the floor.

The handprints were densely packed, and the room stretched all the way to the threshold, just blocked by the high threshold.

There is only one handprint on the threshold, which looks like a right hand, with a part of the little finger missing.

There is no doubt that this handprint belongs to Kubota Yue.

Behind the handprint on the threshold, there was a long trail of blood.

"No body found."

Meng Bo's writing was like frost, seeing Ji Muxia and Xie Bingyan who had just entered the door, his eyes fell on Xie Bingyan in a blink of an eye.

"Unfortunately, we have doctors here, but no corpses."

Although Xie Bingyan didn't show the scalpel this time, he had worn medical gloves when he was outside the yard.

In addition, Xie Bingyan likes to create a persona of a devil doctor for himself, and misleads others that he is a professional doctor, which makes Meng Bo believe it is true.

Xie Bingyan lived up to his expectations, pretending to walk around the long bloodstain.

"The blood flow is so large, what happened to him? Such a horrible blood loss, even if the wound is not fatal, he will die due to excessive blood loss."

Ji Muxia walked into the main hall, and he saw the blue thread-bound book reappearing on the table in the middle, almost exactly the same position as yesterday.

The bloody handprints all over the floor tell of the painful struggle of Kubota Youjiang before his death last night.

On the table with thread-bound books, there is also a steaming hot breakfast, steamed buns, buns, pastries of various colors, porridge, side dishes, boiled eggs, and various pickles, which are very rich.

But looking at the tables and chairs that still had blood on them, no one was in the mood to eat them.

The tables and chairs were splattered with blood, and there was a chair closest to the table, the blood on which was stained red and solidified.

On the walls and on the pillars of the main room, there were also splashes of blood.

Only, the blue thread-bound book did not.

Clean and new as yesterday.

Perhaps this is why no one dares to touch this book today.

Meng Boshu came earlier than them. Before Ji Muxia and Xie Bingyan came, Qin Jiao, a fake pregnant woman, and a female gamer with silver-gray hair came together, and they were the two who were screaming.

Another one who arrived early was Su Jieke, the nearest black foreign student. He patted his chest in shock: "My God! The novel saved my life. I must read a few more books when I go back!"

Fortunately, he remembered that in the novel it was said that you can't commit crimes at night and you have to obey the house rules, and now you can save your life if you obey.

Ji Muxia was speechless for a moment, and continued to observe the people around her.

At this time, the rest of the players arrived one after another, and Ji Muxia silently counted the number of people habitually.

Including myself, excluding Kubota Yue who may have died, there are 17 people.

This time, there were no players who hid from the beginning and planned to fight to the end.

Because there is no competition in the game this time, the atmosphere among the players is much better, and they will communicate with each other in a low voice, instead of hiding and communicating in groups like the previous game.

Meng Boshu and Xie Bingyan studied the death process of the deceased while observing the scene.

"Look, this stool is covered with blood, it should be injured on the stool."

Xie Bingyan gestured with both hands, "Then the door was still struggling, obviously trying to escape, but was pulled behind by something."

Monboshu: "What?"

"I tend to be human. Or, something in human form."

Ghosts are also humanoid.

And in this game, there are obviously ghosts.

After looking around intently, Ji Muxia finally reached out to the thread-bound book that no one dared to touch now.

He turned the pages of the book, and Meng Boshu and Xie Bingyan, who seemed to be studying the dead, cast their gazes over at the same time.

Ji Muxia flipped through the pages, and found that no one else had changed, until she got to the page of Kubota Youjiang.

A black frame was drawn on Kubota Yue's name.

This is the mark of the dead.

Above Kubota Yue's name, there is an additional line-drawn profile picture.

With simple black and white line drawings, Kubota Yue has a painful expression, as if he had suffered great torture during his lifetime.

Below his portrait, the name and year of birth and death of Kubota Tomoe are written.

Ji Muxia flipped through the thread-bound book again, and then looked at the vertical layout and unique narrative style, and he suddenly understood what it was.

This is not a book, this is a family tree.

All players are recorded on this family tree and arranged by it.

Is this family tree a symbol of this time?

Ji Mucha was thinking, a little wanting to tear up the book.

As if feeling his thoughts, the family tree in his hand suddenly fell apart, turning into scattered pages.

Ji Mucha jumped back in fright: "I didn't do it, don't touch porcelain!"

The pages of the book didn't land on the ground, and after flying out of the main room, they flew in different directions.

It flies very slowly and very low, just above the player's head, and the player can see the content on the page as soon as he looks up.

Ji Mucha saw the page above his head, it was his one.

Looking at Xie Bingyan again, he also nodded at him, and was in the same direction as him.

"It looks like our work has begun."

Had to work during the day.

They were still thinking about how to work, they didn't know where the paper workshop was, and how to guide it without NPC.Now I see that the original NPC is not a human being.

Ji Mucha looked at Qin Jiao and Meng Boshu and the others: "Shall we talk tonight?"

According to the rules of the game, they naturally went to their own venues, which also resulted in limited information.

Qin Jiaorou supported her stomach weakly: "Of course, I am a weak woman and a pregnant woman, so I can only rely on you."

Xie Bingyan smiled, and pushed his glasses with his middle finger: "Of course, I will definitely take good care of you."

The corner of Qin Jiao's eyes twitched, she knew that Xie Bingyan, that bastard, was just taunting her with the middle finger.

Meng Boshu nodded reservedly: "Okay."

As for whether it will be done, and how much information will be given, I can't guarantee it.

With their precedent, other players made appointments to communicate with each other again and again, which seemed to give them more confidence.

Of course, you have to eat breakfast before you leave.

Ji Muxia and Xie Bingyan seemed to have a good understanding, they stood calmly at the table and took the bowls and chopsticks to eat.

……

After breakfast, it is official working time.

Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan followed the instructions on the page all the way to the small gate on the west side of the house.

After the small door is pushed open, it is the back mountain of the house.

And the whole papermaking workshop is in the back hill of the house, and the journeys of the players overlap slightly.

Then, they separated and went to different venues.

The two of Ji Muxia went to the Laozhi room, which had a huge pool.

According to the process of papermaking, the grass needed for papermaking should be crushed first, and the crushed grass should be ground into pulp, then put into the pool for stirring, salvaged and flattened into sheets of paper, and then pasted on the wall to dry to be handmade paper.

In this pool is the pulp from which paper is made.

What Ji Muxia and Xie Bingyan need to do is to use a huge square scooping paper curtain to quickly filter out a thin layer of wet paper from the pulp tank, peel it off, and that thin layer is the prototype of paper.

After the two entered the room, the pages of the book that led them in were automatically pasted on the wall, as if they had existed there in the first place.

And next to the page of this book, there is a picture of the process of scooping up paper, which is still in the form of traditional Chinese painting line drawing, with fine craftsmanship and easy to understand at a glance.

"This game seems to be inseparable from paper everywhere..." Ji Muxia touched the process map, and found that the process map was still wet.

"It's freshly pasted with paste."

Who posted it?

Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan looked at each other, and didn't continue talking.

"Working."

Xie Bingyan rolled up his sleeves and stood beside the paper curtain used to scoop up paper.

This huge paper curtain needs two people to operate together, lift the paper curtain, shake it from side to side, and the paper is formed on the paper curtain in just ten seconds.

The paper curtain was only slightly narrower than the inner diameter of the pool, and it fell quickly. The pulp that was fished out for the first time did not cover the entire paper curtain, and the peeled paper was incomplete and irregular.

After trying a dozen times in a row, the two finally fished out a complete rectangular piece of paper.

Ji Muxia was already so tired that the tip of his nose was covered with sweat.

"This thing is heavy."

"Did you smell a strange smell?" Xie Bingyan sniffed, bent over the paper curtain and smelled it. "Also, the color of this pulp pool seems to be getting darker."

"No smell."

Ji Muxia also sniffed on the paper curtain, but she didn't smell any strange smell.

Look at the pulp pool again, it is still log-colored pulp, and it seems normal to be turbid.

"It's normal to have sediment under the pool."

Having said that, Ji Muxia knew that Xie Bingyan was not aimless.

His living environment has always been relatively safe except for the accidents of his parents, but Xie Bingyan's life can be known from just a few words from Qin Jiao and Charlie before, and it is no less than a bloody storm.

In terms of sense of crisis, Xie Bingyan must be more sensitive than himself.

Ji Muxia, who was a bit hungry, didn't dare to relax, the two looked at each other, continued to fish for paper, and decided to finish work before going to lunch.

When the pulp was scooped up little by little, the water in the pool not only did not become clear, but became thicker and thicker.

The color is also getting darker.

From wood pulp color to blood plasma color.

When picking up paper for the last time, Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan suddenly felt a huge resistance, which made their paper curtain unable to be pulled.

"its stuck……"

Even though Ji Mucha asked, he himself did not believe such a scientific situation.

The plug in the pulp tank was pulled out suddenly, and the water rushed out along the drain.

When the water in the pulp pool was cleaned up, Ji Muxia saw Kubota Youjiang again.

He also knew why Kubota Youjiang had such a large amount of bleeding, and why he left bloody handprints all over the room.

In the pool, Kubota Youjiang's body was cut into two pieces.

His upper half stretched out his hand, pulled the paper curtain, and was smiling at him.

The lower half of him appeared behind Xie Bingyan, and the bloody section of his waist bent down and bumped into Xie Bingyan's back...