The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

Only a few hours had passed since the turmoil at night, and the uncontrollable murmur of discussions still echoed among the prisoners, shrouding the barracks like fog.The guards and prison heads held whips, and their vicious scolding and beatings would fall on the Jews like cloudy thunder at any time, but even so, they still could not completely cut off this kind of conversation born of fear and disbelief.A look, a gesture, a gentle shaking of the head can make the pervasive panic spread wider.

……monster.

There are thousands of monsters in groups.

They come and go in a hurry, and only stay on the ground for less than 10 minutes. However, the brightly lit electric grid, the sharp fangs of the devil, the vicious state of crawling on all fours, and the overwhelming roar... These are all Like a bright thunder, it only flashed for a moment on a gloomy and rainy day, and it was imprinted on people's retinas for a long time.

Fear and curiosity are the best catalysts for rumors. Sometimes, they can even overcome the high pressure of death and pain, and quickly develop more exaggerated and eye-catching new branches in a closed environment.From "monsters were raised in concentration camps", to "the SS soldiers in concentration camps are all monsters", and then to "experiments in concentration camps are to turn people into monsters"... The rumors, both true and false, were rampant and intensified until that afternoon. Before the Nazis organized their personnel to intimidate the prisoners to shut up, Xie Yuanyuan and others ran among the crowd, and finally released another explosive news.

——"These monsters were transformed by prisoners, and someone found jewelry worn by people on them. If anyone is disobedient, this is his fate."

As a result, the speech riot, which the SS had not had time to intimidate, rose vigorously in fear, and calmed down silently in fear.

"Advance through retreat," Du Zijun commented, "This is a good move."

Wen Zheliu said with a smile: "We can't let them be free or give up their lives now, we can only do it step by step."

Du Zijun was noncommittal, just as he said, Wen Zheliu's move was brilliant.

In an environment of power and oppression, the momentum that public opinion can arouse is very limited, and those who arouse public opinion also have to bear great risks.However, Wen Zheliu stopped all previous rumors and rumors with a message full of threats and information, and also cut off the risks that the prisoners need to bear in time. It will come true, but there is nothing you can do, there is nothing you can do.

In this way, when the emotions of fear and helplessness have fermented enough, Du Zijun and Chi Qingliu appear in front of the Jewish prisoners as saviors, which is undoubtedly like the last life-saving straw in the hands of a drowning man. They realize that no matter how forbearing and resigned they are, they must firmly grasp this only opportunity.

On the other side, with Xie Yuanyuan's help as a cover, Gu Xi secretly developed a medicine to relieve the symptoms under the doctor's nose, and got in touch with the two players who had gone deep into the jungle alone and found the lake.The other party seemed to be very willing to cooperate, and agreed to Gu Xi's request for cooperation, but the other two players who were said to be guards were out of contact and could not find themselves.

On the second day Wen Zheliu watched from the sidelines in the underground research institute, the soldiers who went into the mountain to conduct a detailed search returned without success, and only found a layer of worn-out jacket under the tree. The commander was furious because of this, and ordered the troops stationed underground to turn back. Wen Zheliu was able to walk in the laboratory with a higher degree of freedom and watch the behavior of those monsters in the maze.

"You seem to be very curious about them." A voice came from behind, "Isn't this kind of thing seen enough in the third world?"

Skool, Wen Zheliu didn't look back.

This man named after the wolf who swallowed the sun doesn't talk much, and when facing Hati, he also has the majesty of a big brother, but this has nothing to do with Wen Zheliu, the only identity that fits on him and these two people is The murderer and the victim.

"However, you did surprise us." Skool continued, and the researchers on the side automatically moved away from them so as not to disturb the conversation between the officers, "The first world and the third world are all under your control , why not make a quick decision?"

Wen Zheliu asked: "You seem to have a lot of questions?"

"One is born with a million questions from the world," Scull replied. "Don't you have any questions, boy?"

Wen Zheliu did not express any opinion on this appellation, he simply asked back without looking back: "What did He Rui get from the other world, or in other words, what did you get from the other world, which can support you again and again?" come here to die?"

"..."

Wen Zheliu's voice is light and fast, like clean rain, dripping on the clean bluestone: "Answer immediately, or refute immediately, you must know that silence is also an answer—"

"No." Scull said reflexively, but as soon as the words came out, his heart trembled.

"—But the quick denial..." Wen Zheliu slowed down his speech, and then turned around and smiled at him, "It also contains a self-evident message."

"You really are plotting something. What is it? What kind of great plan requires you to pave the way with death and life?"

The muscles on Skool's cheeks twitched slightly like bouncing, he stared at Wen Zheliu coldly, his light-colored pupils were like two ice without temperature.

"Don't talk to me again," Wen Zheliu turned around. His actions seemed relaxed, but in fact his waist was already straightened, waiting for the enemy's angry counterattack at any time. "Isn't it enough to learn the lesson once? Come again Twice, He Rui's underpants were almost seen through by you."

Scull's nose trembled unsteadily, he was trying his best to endure the sound of angry breathing, the hot and sharp killing intent pierced Wen Zheliu's back like a sharp arrow, almost made him feel a slight pain in reality.

After a long time, Skool sneered.

"...No, I will come to you again." He said, "Your fate will not be any different from that of your parents who voluntarily came here to die."

Wen Zheliu fixed his eyes, and Scull suddenly found that the pupils of the young man had no anger, no murderous intent, only a firm will like a mountain running through them, bright as fire, insurmountable.

"A hundred times, a thousand times," Wen Zheliu looked directly at him, "You can't rewrite your ending, come and try."

In front of such eyes and expressions, the devil wolf who devoured the sun couldn't restrain the urge to retreat, and his throat choked.

But Wen Zheliu didn't pay any attention to him anymore, he strode away from Skur without leaving him a superfluous look.

Wen Zheliu pressed the communication tool when he walked to a place where no one was around, and said in a low voice, "Brother."

"I'm here."

He didn't intend to tell He Qin in detail about the conversation that Scull had made him angry just now, he just said: "I just met my twin brother, and I confirmed some news from him."

He Qin didn't speak for a while, and when he heard Zheliu coughing softly, he actually felt a little guilty.

"Say what?"

Wen Zheliu hurriedly replied: "There are indeed ghosts, I can feel that they came in a strange way."

He Qin's voice was like a whisper in the night: "Don't worry, we have our own way of responding. After this world is over...I will go and check it out."

The sound of footsteps in the distance gradually became clearer, Wen Zheliu stopped the short conversation and walked towards the laboratory.

There are still four days before the planned counterattack ends.

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In the early morning of the fourth day, the fearful news had already reached the ears of all the prisoners, and the boiling discussion cooled down so quickly that they soon became ashes when the charcoal fire was about to go out, silently doing hard work, silently Suffering in the hopelessness of seeing no way forward.Only the ghostly message brought a dim glimmer of light: it seemed that among these prisoners like themselves, someone had made a promise to reward them with their living freedom.

Gu Xi's research has come to an impasse. His hut is not as good as the laboratory. He can only use medicines from other world systems to fight against mermaid blood. The scorched yellow boy was Gu Xi who was able to attract two prison heads to pick him up.

"You..." He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should tell Chi Qingliu the news.

"Don't ask, it means I haven't slept for two days." Gu Xi said numbly.

He surrounded a closed space in the shed, surrounded by all kinds of bottles and cans. The wine of Yuzhaocha created a harmless little illusion for the guards in charge of this place, making them completely ignore this oriental boy. The presence.

Xie Yuanyuan was surprised: "What's the matter, can't you?"

Gu Xi raised his head and wiped his face vigorously. This wiped off some of the sallowness on his skin, and also sparked two clusters of gloomy sparks in his eyes.

He rubbed his palm hard on the prison uniform, gritted his teeth and raised a finger to Xie Yuanyuan: "For example, assuming that mermaid blood is one of the most toxic biological toxins in existence, botulinum toxin, this thing is worse than meth It is poisonous, more poisonous than organic mercury, and I don’t have any professional and modern scientific research equipment, I ask you, how can I develop its antidote in just a few days?”

Xie Yuanyuan stared at him dumbfounded for a while, then said blankly, "D-Dream?"

Gu Xi: "..."

If it weren't for Xie Yuanyuan's extremely weak sense of existence, he would have to beat him up.

"No," he said, "I choose a different system and direction."

"?" Xie Yuanyuan was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"Anyway, this is a game world." Gu Xi picked up a shiny golden bottle, "Since science can't do it, can I use magic or witchcraft to do it?"

Xie Yuanyuan suddenly realized: "Oh! Then, what are you worrying about? Didn't you find a solution?"

Facing the void, Gu Xi showed a kind and weak smile.

"——Because the raw materials I brought here this time are so damn few!" He roared angrily, "It's like the elementary school students 300 years ago who just finished learning 1234ABCD and were about to take the college entrance examination!"

Xie Yuanyuan was silent for a short while.

After a long time, he said tremblingly, "Then why don't you give up first, and we'll think about other things..."

"Impossible." Gu Xi rebuffed flatly, "It's impossible to give up. It's impossible to give up in this life. I must research it. If I can't, I will order mandarin ducks when I go out to eat hot pot with Chi Qingliu in the future. pot!!"

Every word and every sentence can be described as powerful!

Xie Yuanyuan: "...Then, then you work hard, I, what, I'll come over to check the progress..."

Seeing that Gu Xi didn't pay attention to him anymore, Xie Yuanyuan's forehead was sweating, and he quickly slipped away.