The Trial Game of Life

There are five clear pages in Yu Wangnian's diary, each recording what happened in different time periods.It's just that there were a few drops of blood on the five pages, blocking some bits and pieces of information.

*October*day, 191*

I have never seen such a girl like lilac, she must have taken my mind away, otherwise how could I be so sleepless?

19th, * * *, 10

Today's joy, tie the knot, I am overjoyed.

1920. 2, 6

The 2-year-old girl can call her daddy.

I have prepared the best gift for her, and I will store it in the private safe of Jincheng Bank, and I will take it out when she is there.

1922****

Mochizuki is about to return from Great Britain, I am very happy, and the day of reunion can be looked forward to.

1924. 6, 24

I hate her, but I still love her.I know her heart may not be with me, but she will be buried with me.

Yu Wangnian's note-taking style is also very brief, he doesn't remember often, and only one or two sentences at a time.Among the five articles, except for the last one, which Tang Cuo judged to be the time and space he was in when he first entered the dungeon, the other four could not be determined.

But Tang Cuo has an intuition that the remaining unknown time and space are hidden in these diaries.

"The diary of 1936 has been taken away, so Rong Yi has not seen it here." Jin Cheng said.

"Yes." Tang Cuo nodded.Rong Yi wants to see the diary, unless he reproduces Tang Cuo's path, or he knows the information before entering the copy.But if he had known early on, there would be no need to make any more deals with Jin Cheng, all time and space would be unlocked, and he would have a huge advantage.

He continued: "In 1922, Yu Wangyue returned to China. At the beginning of 1923, the family of four took a group photo, and the time was right. Now, at three points in time, first meeting, getting married, and returning to China, which one do you think is the key?"

As for the one in 1920, the time was given too accurately, and Tang Cuo ruled it out instead.

Jin Cheng thought for a while, "From 1920 back, Yu Wangnian and Lin Wan's wedding date should be before 1918. 1916 and 1917 are most likely."

Hearing this, Tang Cuo's eyes brightened slightly, "In 1920, the young lady was two years old. Yu Wangnian prepared a gift for her and put it in the bank. She will take it out later. Now it is 1936, and she happens to be eighteen. The information given by Lin Yandong, 062 , could it be the number or password of the safe?"

Jin Cheng stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Then let's say, the young lady specially looked for the diary, maybe it's just for this gift. We have to get it before Rong Yi."

Qi Hui heard it, and finally couldn't help asking in a low voice: "But the gift is in the bank, how do we get it? Could it be that the lady has already taken it out?"

"You can make a call." Tang Cuo's thoughts were extremely smooth at the moment. "The diary said that it was Jincheng Bank, one of the famous private banks in the Republic of China. There should be the bank number in the phone book. Maybe we can find out something by calling it." .”

But the question now is, can the call be made?Even if you can make calls, probably only the 1926 phone will work, and the phone book is there.

At this time, there is still an hour and a half before twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

The three of them didn't have Rong Yi's cheating ability, so they could only wait.During the waiting time, Jin Cheng was in charge of holding the young lady to prevent her from setting fire, while Tang Cuo and Qi Hui continued to search for clues.

The ghosts on the second floor were ferocious, and it was a bit difficult for the two of them alone, so they started from the first floor and searched room by room.

The Yu Mansion in 1926 and 1936 will generally not change, because the Yu Mansion has been wiped out, and only the two NPCs, the lady and the attic resident, can make changes here.

So their goal is very clear - to find the difference.

The kitchen has not changed significantly;

There are a few more incense sticks in the censer in the basement;

The blackboard in the housekeeper's room has changed;

There is no obvious change in the maid and maid's room;

After turning around, Tang Cuo returned to the living room, and faced Jin Cheng's questioning gaze, he shook his head.

At this time, the young lady outside the room was about to lose patience, she had doubts about Jin Cheng's words, the longer the time dragged on, the more doubtful she became.She looked in the direction of the attic again, and she knew that the attic occupants died there.

Suddenly, she smiled, and looked at Jin Cheng inside the French window with cold and angry eyes.

This is kind of bad.

No matter how many ideas Jin Cheng had, he was a little helpless in the face of such a situation.Tang Cuo also had no good solution, so he very simply threw the problem to Jin Cheng, and turned around to search the living room.

So when Jin Cheng looked back at his big detective helplessly, what he saw was the picture of Tang Cuo holding a broken table leg and poking his butt, pounding ashes in the fireplace.

There is a little bit of cuteness.

"Miss Yu." Jin Cheng leaned against the glass window with his arms folded, admiring Tang Cuo's heroic figure from the corner of his eye, and shouted to the lady outside the window, "I know you want to burn this place down and end all of this. But are you sure the story is really over after it is burned?"

The lady did not answer.

Jin Cheng continued: "It won't end. After many years, it's impossible for you to forget the fire tonight. That's the beginning of another pain, isn't it?"

"Everyone is dead, whether passive or voluntary, but only you keep it. Only you bear all this alone, and you burn this place, and it is impossible for anyone to know this story and understand you .”

"You will be alone."

"Lonely life, pain to death."

Rather than dissuading Jin Cheng, he was cursing. Qi Hui felt like hitting someone when he heard it.

As expected, the young lady's face darkened, she stared at Jin Cheng, those beautiful eyes were full of deep darkness that could not penetrate light.She finally spoke the first sentence, "What do you know?"

This is a declarative sentence.

Jin Cheng shrugged, "I don't understand, but am I wrong?"

The young lady didn't want to talk nonsense with him, the more she wavered in her heart, the more she wanted to end all this quickly, and not give herself a chance to waver.She quickly took out a box of matches, stopped looking at Jin Cheng, and lit the matches directly.

At this moment, Tang Cuo pounded something out of the thick ashes of the fireplace.It was a pair of little golden scissors, like those used by women when they do needlework.Weighed it, it was quite heavy, and it looked like it was made of pure gold.

It is worth noting that there is blood on the scissors, and the blood has dried up, and there is no dust on it.In other words, the scissors were thrown in after the blood had dried.

In the previous two time and space, Tang Cuo had checked the fireplace, but he had never seen this pair of scissors.

"Jin Cheng." Tang Cuo called Jin Cheng, and when he turned around, he threw the scissors over and said bluntly, "The murder weapon."

Jin Cheng caught it and raised his eyebrows, "Who did you kill?"

Tang Cuo: "Ma'am."

Jin Cheng: "Are you sure?"

Tang Cuo blinked.

Jin Cheng understood, soldiers never tire of cheating.

So Jin Cheng took the scissors and continued talking to the lady, "Do you still remember these scissors?"

The young lady's expression changed suddenly, and all the matches in her hand fell to the ground, and soon went out in the grass.

Seeing the drama, Jin Cheng also understood some of the truth in his heart, and said with a smile, "Look, you haven't let go of anything at all. You killed her, didn't you? Just use these scissors to plunge into her heart, and from that moment on you I can’t let it go, no matter whether the mansion still exists.”

"Shut up!" the young lady yelled, covering her ears.At this moment, a crack opened in the indifferent shell, revealing the acne hidden under the skin.

Jin Cheng's words were like needles, if they were ruthlessly pricked, the acne would start to ooze pus.

"What do you know? You are just a thief who breaks through the empty door. People like you don't understand anything."

Hearing her words, Jin Cheng finally understood the role of the player in this dungeon, it turned out to be a thief.God damn is a thief, I am not willing to be this thief yet.

"Thieves have their own way, miss. If you let us out, we won't tell what we found here. But if you insist on setting this fire, will you burn us to death and burn the scissors? My companions will definitely come to us, and the truth will always come to light one day."

The young lady gritted her teeth and sneered, "But when that day comes, you will have already turned into dry bones."

"It's okay to die, but—" Jin Cheng asked again: "Do you really don't want to see her again? She is in this house, you killed her, and now you have to kill her a second time, really?" Can you do it?"

"What did you say?" The lady couldn't believe it.

"I said she was here, watching you, and you, her dear daughter, were going to kill her a second time."

"This is impossible!"

"She has beautiful almond eyes, just like yours, doesn't she? She's dead, the door is locked, I can't possibly have seen her. You can say I've seen a picture of her, but the picture won't tell me, She died wearing a white dress with blood on her chest."

"Shut up, shut up!" The lady was going crazy.How could she believe that there were ghosts in this world, but when she couldn't help but look at the window on the second floor, she seemed to really see a ghost standing there.

She knew that it was her imagination and it was fake, but her brain couldn't control her flustered heart, and the scene many years ago was repeated in front of her eyes.

blood.

There was blood all over her hands, blood that couldn't be wiped off no matter how much she wiped.The golden scissors fell to the ground with a bang, and the woman on the bed moaned in pain, gradually losing her breath.

Memories were tormenting her, a dull pain in her nerves, driving her into madness, "She doesn't deserve to be my mother at all, if it wasn't for her, none of this would have happened!"

However, Jin Cheng's expression became more and more indifferent, like a bystander watching, "Oh, but she gave birth to you, so she is your mother."

"But she only has her love in her heart. She wants love, and father wants love. They all love, but they don't love me." The young lady said, looking up at the dark sky and the increasingly bleak moon, the madness gradually changed. Cheng murmured, "They didn't choose me in the end."

Crazy men resent women, live with love and die with love, but leave more pain to others.

Looking at her fragile appearance, Jin Cheng couldn't help but glance at Tang Cuo from the corner of his eye.In fact, in his short life of more than 30 years, he never felt that love was great.

Since it's a personal relationship, it can't be called a big one. Both happiness and pain are your own, and they only serve yourself and have nothing to do with others.But beauty is beauty, and pain can be beautiful sometimes, just like a broken heart spilling on the ground.

Thinking of this, Jin Cheng suddenly realized that he really can think of Tang Cuo no matter what, is it love syndrome?

But he hasn't started dating yet.

What is love after all.

Why is it so influential.

"Cough." Tang Cuo was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, so he went to the window and interrupted his gaze.The young lady outside the room still maintained the action just now, as if in a freeze frame. Tang Cuo was not interested in discussing love with others, so he asked straight to the point: "Who does Lin Wan really love? Does she love Yu Mochizuki?"

The young lady just looked at him, tilted her head, and smiled, "Yes. It's not good for her to love anyone, but he is the one she loves. If she can't ask for it, she will destroy people."

"Little uncle is a very good person."

She paused, and then said: "I lived in the place where he lived when he lived abroad all these years, and met his attending doctor. The doctor told me that if he doesn't insist on returning to China, he can still live for ten years."

When she said these words, although the young lady looked at them, her eyes didn't fall on the real thing, it was more like she was muttering to herself.

"He's a radio expert."

After the words fell, the young lady fell into a long silence, and on the second floor of the mansion, there was a woman's mournful and mournful cry.The remorse, pain and despair mixed in it are like a thousand needles piercing the human heart, densely packed.

Tang Cuo took a deep breath, stared at the lady, and continued to ask: "What about the one in the attic? What kind of role did he play?"

"I do not know."

"I really do not know."

The young lady also squatted down in pain, holding her head, and finally cried weakly and helplessly.Maybe she really knows, but she just doesn't want to say it, maybe she really doesn't know, and she doesn't want to pursue it further.

Everyone is dead, and she is the only one left, so what's the point of pursuing it.

Inside and outside the mansion, only the cries of humans and ghosts are left, echoing each other across the yin and yang worlds.

Qi Hui couldn't digest the part of the truth revealed by the young lady for a while, and Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng were still thinking about it, but one thing was for sure—at least the young lady would not rush to set fire now.

This catastrophe was avoided, and only after twelve o'clock, I returned to 1926 to make a phone call.

At this time, there are still 43 minutes before twelve o'clock.

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng returned to the second floor, intending to search the second floor again.Thanks to the miss, the madam may have been irritated, she hid somewhere and never appeared again.

The Ghoul Smasher is still there, but he won't take the initiative to attack if he isn't close to his area.

"The key to the door of Miss and Madam's room is still not found, and the piano room has not been opened yet." Jin Cheng said as he walked.

"I'm thinking about a question now. Since Yu Wangyue is a good person, why did he stay in this house after his death, playing a weird piece of music every night." Tang Cuo said.

"You think this has a special purpose?"

"Maybe."

The two turned around on the second floor and came to the stairs leading to the attic, but they didn't go up.Jin Cheng folded his arms and looked at the half-closed attic door, and said slowly, "I suddenly thought of a way, maybe I can get the key on Miss' waist."

Tang Cuo asked, "What?"

Jin Cheng put it off, and said with a smile, "You'll find out later."

About 10 minutes later, Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo returned to the living room.Qi Hui was still staying here, seeing the two of them approaching, he hurriedly gave up his seat in front of the French window.

Jin Cheng took out a crumpled and dusty letter from his pocket, waved it at the lady outside, and said, "We went up and searched again just now, and found a letter left by your uncle. see?"

The young lady suddenly looked up.

Jin Cheng continued: "It's up to you to see it or not, but since you wanted to set us on fire just now, you have to exchange it for something. How about using the key on your waist?"

Hearing this, the young lady grabbed the key subconsciously, "Do you think this is the key to the gate?"

Jin Cheng spread his hands, "It's a gamble, do you want to change?"

"How do I know if you're lying to me?"

"I said it was a gamble, but if you want to verify it, I can let you take a closer look."

Jin Cheng behaved so openly and generously that the young lady couldn't make up her mind for a while.After a while, she finally stepped closer and saw the letter that Jin Cheng was holding in his hand.

The moonlight was hazy and the lights were dim, so she couldn't see the content of the letter clearly, but the handwriting did look like that of her little uncle.

Jin Cheng quickly took back the letter and asked, "Do you want to change it or not? If you don't, I will burn it. I don't know anything about Yu Wangyue, so it's useless for me to keep it."

The young lady hesitated, holding the key in her palm, and did not make a decision for a long time.

Tang Cuo waited quietly, glancing at the clock on the wall of the living room out of the corner of his eye, the time passed by every minute and every second, and there were still the last ten and nine minutes before twelve o'clock.

"I'll change." Tian Lai finally sounded.

Jin Cheng regretted it temporarily, "It's late, unless you answer another question for me."

Since the lady agreed, she couldn't give up at this moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "What's the problem?"

Jin Cheng: "When did your parents get married?"

Miss: "Huh?"

What the hell is this.