The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

Wen Zheliu was the last one to stand in the dungeon of the inner world, and the monsters in front of him were not surprised by the sudden change. In their eyes, all the players had the same shell.

Exposed skin, seamed eyelids, a long scarlet tongue, no nose, no ears, a tattered belly overflowing with rancid viscera... Wen Zheliu looked at them and restrained his physical discomfort : "There are some things... You still have to confirm it yourself. Hello, Judas from the other world."

As he said that, he leaned against the table wrapped in flesh and bones. The blood on the plate was like a whole piece of coagulated red amber, and like an eyeball extracted from hell. Those who look down are facing the appearance on the plate.

——Exposed skin, seamed eyelids, long scarlet tongue, no nose, no ears.

"He" and them, from the very beginning, are the same horrible and ugly monsters.

"The cause of the deceased's death was a broken skull." Wen Zheliu stared at himself in the blood plate, he spoke, and the monster's torn mouth reflected in the plate opened and closed. After he finished speaking, The strangely shaped container in front of him suddenly made a piercing shattering sound, as if it was suddenly hit by a huge external force, and the fragments and viscous blood collapsed everywhere on the table.

"He was startled and frightened. He saw his own face on the wine plate in the hallucination, and he went crazy from then on." Wen Zheliu was unmoved, countless shiny fragments reflected his sewn eyelids at the moment, he Then he stared at the "self" among the countless fragments, "He smashed the mirror with his own face, and at the same time smashed himself to death on this table—he also committed suicide."

[Congratulations, the answer is correct!You are the best detective tonight! 】

Wen Zheliu patted his cuffs, and when he looked up again, he was already standing in the room of the normal world, showing a cheerful smile to the three people in front of him.

"Clear the customs! Tonight passed safely!"

"Damn it?!" Xie Yuanyuan just cleaned his coat, and immediately stood up in shock, "How did you do this?!"

Du Zijun: "...Let me just say that the two of you already knew the twists and turns..."

"Don't worry, friends." Wen Zheliu pressed his hands together and made a comforting gesture, "Sometimes, the truth only needs a chance to verify... Oh, listen to me slowly!"

Du Zijun made a gesture to beat him up, but He Qin bent his eyes and grabbed him into his arms to protect him.

"Alright, alright, let me start from the beginning." Wen Zheliu raised his hand, "The key to tonight's mission is to find the 'mirror'."

Xie Yuanyuan repeated inexplicably: "Mirror."

"Yes, the mirror." Wen Zheliu sat on He Qin and drew a circle in the air, "Of course, the mirror is just an intention, it represents whether you can find him on the way to play the role of the dead self."

Du Zijun frowned: "I... Indeed, the relationship with the monster is an important clue to reveal the identity of the deceased, but the key is, what is the true identity of these monsters?"

"Judas." Wen Zheliu said.

"……what?"

"Judas." He Qin said indifferently, "One of the twelve disciples who betrayed the Messiah with thirty silver coins and died of remorse in the end, "The Last Supper" was written for him."

"In the beginning, I didn't have a clue about the origin of these monsters." Wen Zheliu said, "But when you said that you were hanged and the internal organs leaked out, I immediately thought of this person."

"Judas betrayed Jesus. Later, he felt remorse for his act of revenge. After witnessing the crucifixion of Jesus, he also hanged himself. After his death, his body rotted, his belly burst, and his internal organs flowed out. The land under his body is red, and the name of that land is called Blood Field."

"...I, I seem to understand." Xie Yuanyuan murmured.

"Everyone tonight is Judas who betrayed Jesus with revenge," Wen Zheliu said, "even the deceased himself is no exception, so the world in his eyes is full of rotten flesh and blood. His companions have become hanged monsters, And he started killing in fear, saw his own face in fear, and finally chose to die—this is, his final cause of death.”

[Please receive the reward CG for solving the problem only when no one is sleeping! 】

The illusion flooded over like a sea tide again, engulfing everyone in a hazy darkness.

The night breeze was slightly cool, bringing with it bursts of mixed strong fishy smell, the four of them stood in place, and finally heard the voice of a normal person.

"...Let's deal with the corpses. Behind this is the cemetery, where they should lie."

There was a rustling sound, Wen Zheliu couldn't see other people, he could only hear their conversation.

Messy and heavy footsteps, the sound of breathing, several people seem to have followed the order just now, carrying the corpse and leaving.

"This isn't right, it's really wrong," another man said hastily, "I told the fuck, don't touch those goddamn priests and nuns..."

"What's the use of you saying this now? They hid those survivors, but if one escapes, we will be in danger. This is for the good of everyone!"

"That's what you said!" The argument became more and more intense, and the man from before shouted in a rough voice, "One person has gone crazy. He regarded all brothers as monsters, saying that we eat people and drink blood! He smashed to death Eight people, and finally turned themselves into a mess, look at his face!"

"It's just a traumatic stress response to war," interjected another calmer male voice, who seemed a little cultured, "I admit that we killed a bit too many people tonight, so this lifted his spirits The old injury made him hallucinate..."

"You'd better put your bullshit theory away!" The man with a rough voice spat into the ground, "I knew it would be a disaster, I'm going to take my people to live in the town, even though it's burned But, it's better than this damn place!"

"Whatever you want, friend, whatever you want, even if you take everyone away. There are still a lot of supplies waiting for us to take over here, pigs, sheep, wine in the wine cellar, and I have seen a lot of antiques , isn’t this money? We will be stationed here for a while, think about it!”

After listening to his analysis, there were only a few breathing ups and downs on the field, and after a long silence, another person came in with a little confidence: "Actually, they shouldn't have thrown their bodies down the mountain at that time...just left them behind." The cemetery is also fine..."

"Come on!" Retorted impatiently, "Why didn't you say it then, but now come out and say it?"

"Anyway, I'll take people down the mountain," the man said, calming down a little. "You can stay here as long as you like, and I'll take people up and down to transport supplies during the day. The night here is too weird. I don't know." Will spend the night here."

The illusion was over, and the burning lights reappeared around him. He Qin moved his fingers and caught the small piece of paper.

"Love and joy for you," he whispered, "comes with me like a breath."

[Prop name: Fragmented pages of a poem]

【Level: E】

[Activation type: none]

【Cooling time: none】

[Attack Power: None]

【Effect: None】

[Equipment level: 1]

[Introduction to props: The poem was originally written with affectionate brushstrokes, but it was torn up for some reason. The original poem seems to describe a forbidden love that is unacceptable in the world.

"My heart exhausts the distance between life and death and the sea and sky, the bow of my body shoots the arrows of my body, piercing through the world, night and day, and finally standing in front of you.

can i touch your lipsI thought about it, and finally put my hands behind my back. 】

"It's another pile of remaining poems," Xie Yuanyuan poked his head over and took a look, "I don't know how long it will take to collect them all..."

"It's so close." He Qin said, "We are already very close to the truth."

Du Zijun thought for a while, then reached out and grabbed Xie Yuanyuan's collar, "It's getting late, let's go back to the room and rest, we'll talk about anything tomorrow, good night."

"Good night."

After a night of no dreams, when Wen Zheliu woke up the next day, he saw He Qin leaning over the desk, carefully pasting the two pages together with tape, then gently pressing them flat, and putting them in the notebook.

"What for?" he asked curiously.

He Qin smiled, turned his head and said: "Do a good job as a detective, and organize the evidence anytime, anywhere."

Wen Zheliu also laughed, and the two finished packing, so they went to the dining room to meet up as usual.

Today's dishes were very fresh, and the fried bread served with butter was also golden in color and fragrant, but Xie Yuanyuan was so excited by yesterday's scene that he just poked at the plate of green and refreshing vegetables in front of him.While shaking the goat milk in the cup, Du Zijun said, "Last night, I thought about it after I went back."

"Yeah," Wen Zheliu was not very hungry yet, and didn't move much food, "and then?"

"The plot has progressed to this point, and everything that needs to be done has been done." Du Zijun said, "The holy nun escaped here with a serious injury, fell in love with a monk, and then another injured man came here... The middle part is still complete. Blank, but I guess, after he recovered from his injuries, he acted as a guide, brought those people here, first ransacked the town, and then killed the monastery after the survivors escaped here people."

Wen Zheliu nodded: "Yes, your guess is similar to mine, but I don't know where the holy nun went at that time..."

"If she had been there at the time and her injuries had recovered, these people probably wouldn't have died so badly..." Xie Yuanyuan said with concern, "Anyway, she also has a mermaid heart and is immortal People, how many people are there..."

He wanted to continue talking, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of Du Zijun's unsightly expression, so he couldn't help but slowly shut his mouth.

"It's not just a few people," He Qin said, "on the first day we stayed in the town, there were no less than two hundred people, otherwise the townspeople wouldn't have been wiped out so quickly. But from another aspect , This is also one of the disadvantages of years of war, and in the first few years after the end of the war, these murderers in exile were a big disaster."