The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

"...Jenny." Wen Zheliu looked up suddenly, this sentence was like the final reminder she gave him in Happy Dawson's world, as if it contained some extremely crucial mystery, "You mean..."

His heart moved, and he quickly thought of a certain possibility.

The girl's silver bell-like laughter rose and fell with the mist: "I didn't say anything."

Du Zijun was puzzled: "What do you mean? There is such a thing as spring water for rejuvenation?"

"Who knows." Long Ji said in a leisurely tone, "Call me if you need anything, Mrs. Witch."

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and at the same time dissipated in the roar of raging fire and killing.He Qin kept covering Wen Zheliu's eyes to prevent him from facing the tragic scene that was close at hand.

"Did you hear that?" He Qin patted his back soothingly, like smoothing the fur of a frightened deer, "It's okay, it's okay...After tonight is over, we will go to the monastery tomorrow morning. As long as we finish solving the mysteries of this world problem, they will surely be redeemed."

Wen Zheliu's body was still trembling slightly. He had already experienced so many wars and deaths in the Uncanny Valley, but in the face of such a massacre with such disparity in strength, the blood in his whole body still seemed to be boiling, stirring Every bone is hot and trembling.

"...well," he said, "we will solve the riddle of this world, no matter who its client is."

At this time, a dull bell sounded suddenly from the distant mountain top and the headspace of the monastery.

The sound was far and deep, like a tangible wave, slowly and firmly advancing in all directions, several times so far away, even if the surroundings were noisy, the four of them could still hear the sound clearly.

An even more strange scene appeared: after the echo of the bell, the sounds of people, burning, killing, and crying all disappeared; countless shaking shadows, flashing flames, corpses and death that plundered life All disappeared into the invisible.Everything is like the dregs left after filtering, leaving only the blackened silent houses everywhere, and the embers blown up by the wind.

The phantom disappeared, and they seemed to be standing in the tide that suddenly receded, staring blankly at the mess left behind.

"...What is this?" Xie Yuanyuan took two steps forward, squatted down, wiped the ground with his two fingers in the middle of the food, and it was stained with old burnt ash, "This...is this the original appearance of the town? ?”

"It seems correct," Du Zijun turned around, "everything we have experienced before..."

He Qin said: "It is true, but it is also false."

"They are like ghosts lost in the vortex of time," Wen Zheliu said, "or another example...like Cinderella at the ball. Jewelry and costumes are real, golden carriages are real, and crystal shoes are real , can be seen and touched, but after midnight, all of these will return to their original form.”

"It's just that they are [-] times worse than Cinderella." He Qin added, "They have to experience death again before they can return to their original state."

Ashes flew by, the two old horses snorted restlessly, and the coachman collapsed in a pile of rotten bricks, sleeping with a black face.

Xie Yuanyuan asked: "Then what should we do now? The place to live is gone, and people are forced to watch a replay of an unpleasant scene... Shall we leave for the monastery now?"

"No." He Qin replied, "What time is it?"

Wen Zheliu called out the system and replied, "One o'clock...just passed."

"We'll stay here." He Qin said, "There's still a critical moment that we need to write down."

Du Zijun squinted his eyes, stared at the outline of the monastery on the mountain, and said in a low voice: "What's the reason for the ringing of the bell? It seems that the monastery has started to deal with the affairs of this town, so we need to entrust us to solve the haunting?"

"At one o'clock, all the people in the town will be wiped out," Wen Zheliu thought while standing among the ruins, "at the same time the monastery is ringing the bell. How much time would it take to complete a cycle of life-destruction-rebirth? What does that mean?"

He Qin said: "Wait and see, don't worry."

"By the way," Du Zijun said suddenly, "Where did the four people from Fire of the World go? If the missions in this world are carried out simultaneously, then they should be with us."

"They may not be willing to stay in the carriage obediently." Wen Zheliu smiled, "That's why I find it troublesome. Maybe they are lying in ambush in the dark and eavesdropping on us."

Du Zijun sneered: "It would be great if that's the case. I also want to ask Li Rong what kind of rat poison he took. How did the drug take away his brain? Saint nun's things are so easy to touch?"

When He Qin heard this sentence, he pondered for a moment, then turned around suddenly, and the rest of the people said: "I haven't told you about the composition of Muspelheim, have I?"

Wen Zheliu thought about it carefully: "...you really never said that."

"I just know it's a group of mad scientists, but I really don't know anything else," Du Zijun shrugged, "After all, this is your N-star's family business."

Xie Yuanyuan didn't say anything, just waiting for He Qin's explanation.

"I'm really not sure which old departments he has recruited." He Qin pinched the bridge of his nose, "In addition to being researchers with no bottom line of personal morality, these people were also former N-star executives. They are very interested in the virtual world. He Qin According to the characteristics of each person, Rui imported matching attribute data into the City of Nova for them, so that they have corresponding abilities just like real mythical characters."

"At present we have only encountered...three members." Wen Zheliu counted, "Gam is the first known member we killed, because there are no people in Longji's world who were shot to death by the arrow of York Haining. You know, the rest are Skul and Hati from the previous world. Indeed...they have retained their uniqueness."

Wen Zheliu thought in his heart, Garm the hound, Skool and Hati who devoured the sun and the moon, who would be the ones to disrupt the situation in this world?

"Muspelheim has a total of nine main subordinate members," He Qin said, "except for the three above, there are also Jormungandr, Fenrir, Hela, Ymir, and Surtur. And Nid Hogg."

"...The dusk of the gods." Wen Zheliu said involuntarily, "Jomungandr, the giant python in the world, Fenrir, the giant wolf that devours the world, Hela, the goddess of death, Ymir, the ancestor of the frost giant, Surtur, the flame giant, Including Nidhogg, the dragon of despair who ate the World Tree... the sum of these is equivalent to a whole Ragnarok."

"——and the destruction and rebirth of the world." He Qin smiled slightly, "The last time Scull and Hati were beaten by us, it was purely a home disadvantage. The fear of the Holy Nun's escape overwhelmed our calculations. They Players who split into factions at the beginning of the game have no way out at all, and this time it is not necessarily the case.”

"So, who do you think is coming this time?" Du Zijun asked.

"There should be three people here this time." He Qin replied.

Wen Zheliu was quiet for a moment, then said: "Hella, Fenrir, Yemengard."

He Qin turned his gaze, looked at him with good eyes and smiled: "How did Ning Ning know?"

"In Nordic mythology, these three are the children of the evil god Loki." Wen Zheliu tapped his palm unconsciously, "The children of the god of lies, tricks and pranks, will He Rui let them also inherit the mythical lineage?" The characteristics of the wind chime in Yuanyuan's hand, including the so-called NPC who handed the wind chime to him without anyone paying attention... Could this be a coincidence? I don't know."

"If you say yes, then it's eight or nine out of ten." Du Zijun said, "Do they really have this ability?"

He Qin smiled.

"Ningning is really smart." He nodded and praised, "Even in the hands of He Rui, they are absolutely special trump cards. The three of them are separated, and each has its own ability; when the three of them are combined, they can jointly trigger the card that belongs to the evil god. Loki's characteristics: lies, deceit, thousands of faces."

"...Then I really thank them." Xie Yuanyuan complained in a low voice, "It's insidious enough."

As time went by, the impenetrable blackness in the night sky seemed to be gradually diluted, revealing a hazy dark blue.At the same time, the dust under their feet is also changing slightly.

——The scorched earth slowly condenses together, stacking to an inconspicuous height; the collapsed masonry trembles, and the house is like a huge magnet, attracting those fragments like iron filings to move forward; the carbonized pitch-black part fades, Evaporate, collect fine soot in the air, and gather them all on the surface... This change cannot escape the player's eyes. Before anyone can tell, Xie Yuanyuan glanced at the time: "It's four o'clock now!"

They seem to be watching a high-level but silent pantomime. The time that goes back is like a long river flowing backwards, smoothing out all the traces of washing in the waves.Every strand of thatched grass gathers its original appearance on the ground and flies back to the corner where they once stayed; destroyed houses are rebuilt, collapsed roofs are rebuilt, dead people are reborn, and their skin fades away from scars , the body expels bullets, and the scorched and torn clothes return to an intact state.Everything seemed to be turned upside down. They stood up from the ground while maintaining their fallen postures, backed up, backed up, and returned their fleeing postures, terrified screams and futile resistance to standing postures of calm and watching.The weapons and torches were back in the hands of the mob, and the wild, contorted expressions on their faces were vivid, and they backed away, backed away, taking all the carnage and atrocity into their own hands, backing out of the town, to the limit of the invisible horizon.

In the restarted timeline, the door of the house is open, and people are wearing pajamas, and they walk into their homes one by one. Wen Zheliu sees Grace, she is wearing a neat black veil, her red hair is like fire, and her face changes from the most panicked From her fear to idle curiosity, she gathered the front of her nightgown that was spread out, and with a "snap", the door closed.

The sky was twilight, the streets were tidy and quiet, the coachman was sleeping soundly, and the old horse's hooves stepped on the ground of the stable, making the only loud knocking sound.