The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

"Ritual." Wen Zheliu was already ready to use his brain, "What are you talking about, let's listen to it."

He Qin just laughed: "Leave this kind of tiring work to your brother again?"

"I don't understand some words." Wen Zheliu's legs were folded under the table, he rubbed He Qin's calf with his ankle, and Quan acted as a silent urging, "Speak quickly."

He Qin gently rubbed his lips with his knuckles, he raised his brows, he didn't immediately respond to Wen Zheliu's small movements, he just lowered his thick eyelashes, focused his eyes on the paper, thought for a while, and said: "You cannot see his face, for a man who sees his face cannot live."

"In the center of that dreamy city, there was a human figure in long robes, with a crown of white veils hanging down to his feet. His head and hands were white like a dove, like the wool of a sheep, like snow, and his lips were red like a plague. Blood that flows every day."

"His garments are white as snow, and like gold brightened in a furnace, and his voice is the sound of a trumpet."

"When I saw him, I threw myself at his feet, and he put his palm on my forehead and said: Don't be afraid, I am a martyr with thorns The ancient serpent that devoured itself."

"He said: Whom shall I send? Who can hear me? I said: Here I am, send me!"

He Qin paused, turned a page, and then said in a lazy and magnetic voice: "Then I heard the sound of the trumpet saying: My people, you must help this martyr, suffer with him, and suffer with him." disasters suffered."

"He is the destiny of the past, the present, and the future. Whatever glory he will receive, he will repay him twice as much pain and sorrow according to what he has done, because he will sit on the throne of all ages."

"But his believers, those who have followed his robe, cannot bear the never-ending, endless cycle of violations, betrayals, tears and destruction that he has endured. They will weep and wail for him when they see the smoke that burns over him .”

The second page also turned, and He Qin took a sip of water and moistened his dry lips a little: "I said: Lamb, lion, snake, I am willing to be the wine cup pouring out the seven deadly sins in his hand. When the blood of the Son of Man is stained red The altar of the land, the sun, moon and stars will also be turned upside down, and my shackles will be untied, becoming the first cornerstone for him to step on the throne."

"We walk outside time, we exist in time, we were, we are, we are forever, we walk at the end of reincarnation, we walk at the end of destiny."

The last paragraph came to an abrupt end, and the three pages had been completely translated.

Wen Zheliu didn't react for a while, he looked at He Qin's eyebrows that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said in a daze, "No more?"

"Ah, it's gone." He Qin sorted out several source documents slowly, "How long do you want to listen to the cult stuff? Do you expect me to become a priest?"

Wen Zheliu scratched her hair resentfully, she blushed a little.

The handsome man in front of him wore gold-rimmed glasses full of abstinence, and a thin black sweater with a high collar made him gentle and restrained. He was indeed somewhat similar to a self-sustaining priest.But his thin dark red lips opened and closed, and the small dark mole on it was like a snake's letter, spitting out a bewitching light from the weird and mysterious cult texts.

"That, that..." Wen Zheliu pulled his hair vigorously again, "The ceremony..."

"Hush." ​​He Qin lightly raised his index finger, turned his head and said to the two dumbfounded people beside him, "Did you hear that?"

Hua Ying came back to his senses: "Listen...I heard it."

He Qin said: "It's good to hear it, and you don't need to listen to the rest of the analysis results, right?"

Hua Ying: "Ah, ah... no need, no need!"

No matter how social he is, he should understand what the other party means.So Hua Ying stood up very sensibly, packed up his things, thanked him, and led Xue Wenshu away in a hurry.

Watching the two walking away, He Qin raised his hand, revealed the watch on his wrist, and looked at the time: "It's time for class to end soon, wait until they come over?"

Wen Zheliu looked around and saw that there were no mechanical bug bugs or anything, so he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to those two people: "Okay, then I'll call them."

The four of them planned to drink only the medicine and not eat, so Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan walked over with their bags on their backs after class.When Du Zijun came, he first observed the atmosphere between them, and saw that the interaction between the two was more intimate than before, so he knew that they had passed this test.

Xie Yuanyuan quietly asked Wen Zheliu: "Are you okay, are you all right?"

Wen Zheliu smiled, and gestured to him with an OK gesture, Xie Yuanyuan laughed too: "It's fine as long as it's okay! Talking about it is better than anything else."

"How about it?" Du Zijun threw the bag on the table, "Have you found it all?"

He Qin pushed the three sheets of paper and the draft to them, regardless of whether people could understand it or not: "That's it. If the Inquisition Council didn't hide it, these are all translations."

Xie Yuanyuan's chair was not warm, so he poked his head to look at the translated manuscript.He bit his lip and couldn't help but marvel: "Wow! This painting is crooked, I can't understand it at all!"

Du Zijun glanced at him: "Didn't the above mark the translation for you?"

"Oh," Xie Yuanyuan rubbed his head, quickly took a closer look, and immediately grimaced, "What kind of words are these? It's too difficult! I haven't passed level four yet!"

"..." Du Zijun turned his head slowly, stared at his innocent little face, and said word by word: "It's unbelievable. In the 24th century, there are still college students who are troubled by the fourth grade."

Xie Yuanyuan was furious when he saw him: "Damn, I'm only a freshman at the beginning of school, and it's only natural that I haven't passed it, okay?"

Wen Zheliu couldn't help laughing and smoothed things over: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, it's really difficult, and I don't understand a lot. But I know the meaning of Chinese, so I'll just explain it to you."

Immediately afterwards, relying on his memory, he repeated He Qin's translation to the two of them.

After listening to those three paragraphs, Du Zijun took the first page of the manuscript and fell into deep thought.

"It's so obscure..." Xie Yuanyuan scratched his forehead, staring at the text he had just jotted down and complained, "And there are too many adjectives and rhetoric, it's not easy to refine the central idea."

Du Zijun said lightly: "There's nothing difficult to refine, time, place, people, cause and effect, just apply it hard."

After finishing speaking, he also took out a ballpoint pen from the pencil case, and began to summarize on the paper: "The time is unknown, the location is in the 'Central of Dream City', the characters are 'I' and 'Him', and there is a 'horn', The cause is unknown, and the focus is on the process and the outcome."

He simply drew a circle on the paper: "'I' saw 'he' and heard 'he' say that he was a martyr, with the ancient snake that devoured him wrapped around his hands—obviously, the identities of these two people are the same It's a believer, and one is a holy nun—then the holy nun asked who would be my licking dog, and the believer said that I would like to..."

Wen Zheliu's head was full of black lines: "Hey, why did the dog lick suddenly appear?"

Du Zijun waved his hand impatiently: "It's just an appropriate code name. After all, licking a dog has no good end. After that, this horn will come out to brainwash the brains about how difficult it is for the holy nun to suffer, and put the group of little girls down there. The licking dog howled in sadness. This "I" is obviously the most brainwashed one. His oath looks tall, and the subtext is probably something like "my sister is only us, this time we will protect you" Sister' or something, and then..."

He paused, nodded and said, "Well, this ceremony is quite interesting."

Wen Zheliu and Xie Yuanyuan were both powerless to complain, only He Qin raised his head with great interest and asked, "Do you see that is a ceremony?"

"Yes." Du Zijun nodded, "When the blood of the 24 sons stains the altar of the red earth, the sun, the moon and the stars will also be turned upside down, and my shackles will be released, and it will become the first cornerstone for him to step on the throne... The meaning of these words seems to be saying: After 24 people are sacrificed, some kind of seal will be opened."

Xie Yuanyuan was puzzled: "But where can we find 24 people? If it is talking about those who died playing games, there are only four teachers and students who are really missing."

Wen Zheliu paused when he tapped his fingers on the table.

He raised his head suddenly, his clear eyes collided with He Qin's meaningful eyes.In the blink of an eye, he suddenly thought of a crucial point!

"Number of people!" He suddenly shouted, "Yes, that's right, it's the number of people!"

Du Zijun raised his head immediately: "How, what's your opinion?"

Wen Zheliu twisted his body restlessly on the chair, walking back and forth as if he was about to step on the table.He clicked on the picture on the wall and enlarged it for the remaining two people to see: "I had a guess before: What if more than this group of people died?"

Du Zijun's brows twitched, and he touched the edge of the blurred truth almost instantly. He said solemnly: "Continue."

"The missing teachers and students have long since died, and the scattered game venues are their burial places. Then the person who wrote August 20X, 8XX on the wall will not be able to use so much blood to paint the wall! If, according to My guess is, if in Haihe Middle School, more than the four people who died because of games last year?"

"The four missing people, the eight rescued people, a total of twelve people. Consider them as one group, and the other twelve people who died in unknown years and months as one group, 24 people, the number is exactly the same. !"

Xie Yuanyuan was shocked by this somewhat bold conjecture, he stammered, and subconsciously said: "But, but you also said that this is speculation, the evidence is still insufficient..."

"No." Before Wen Zheliu could give an example, Du Zijun had already refuted him, "Even if you don't need too much evidence, this inference is at least 80% likely."

"Why?" Xie Yuanyuan asked in surprise, "We have not received any information about the other deceased at all. This is very groundless! Even if I deduce the process from the opposite direction and from the result, this is... Wait."

In the middle of speaking, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and suddenly got stuck.

Wen Zheliu said, "Did you find it?"

"We were all misled by the process of the fourth world." He said softly, "It's not like the first three worlds. Even though some big bosses hide their identities, they still follow the players from the very beginning. , participating in the player's game flow.

"But in the fourth world, one supernatural game after another is like a small level after another, which has caused us a wrong guide invisibly, as if as long as we break through the level to the end, we can play like the most common RPG game. Same, push it to the big boss."

He deliberated, and spit out those few words rolling between his lips and teeth: "But, what if the boss of the fourth world was sealed from the beginning?"