The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

"Finally woke up," Du Zijun snorted coldly, flicking the lighter between his fingers, "What did I say? You can still get results if you force it."

"Your education method is problematic enough." Wen Zheliu complained, "However, judging from the layout of the scene tonight, there should be some follow-up development, but we solved the answer without doing a few questions. .”

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

The dungeon was suddenly pulled out, Xie Yuanyuan's heart was still beating wildly, he leaned back on the chair, and heard the crisp unlocking sound coming from his ears.

The state and attributes gradually returned to the level they should have. Xie Yuanyuan buried his face in the cold wet towel and let out a long breath.

"God..."

Wen Zheliu looked at him sympathetically: "Thank you for your hard work, you did well!"

"Let's make persistent efforts next time," He Qin added, "One hour and 23 minutes, there is still a lot of room for improvement."

Du Zijun's expression was indifferent. He held a cigarette between his fingers and didn't light it, just twisted it for fun.

"Barely can only be regarded as passable." His tone was also light, "If you are lazy, be careful of your legs."

"I know, I know..." Xie Yuanyuan pursed his mouth, and dragged his voice aggrievedly, "I will work hard..."

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

As soon as the system's voice came out, the four of them knew that they were going to watch a holographic movie again today.

Xie Yuanyuan sat up straight as if he had been pardoned, and took the towel in his hand.

At the beginning, everyone saw a hazy dawn, and the ultramarine sky in the distance was studded with a few sparse stars, and the horizon on the other side was brewing with a drunken blush, and the dew was splashing. The fog in the dense forest was cold and damp, brushing past their faces.

A man was walking on a rugged mountain road, carrying a large basket on his back, filled with rustling green grass leaves, and holding a hatchet in his hand.

"Wearing a monk's uniform." Xie Yuanyuan's eyes were sharp, and he could see the man's clothes in the dim light at a glance, "What is the basket on the back for?"

"...Pigweed." Wen Zheliu twitched the corner of his mouth and spit out two words, "Okay, I know who he is now."

"Friendly reminder," He Qin held Wen Zheliu's hand under the table, twitching his palm like a cat scratching a scratchboard, "Don't pick up the wounded."

After saying this, Wen Zheliu smelled a faint smell of blood in the new cold air in the morning.

"The friendly reminder is invalid." It was so itchy, he rubbed his hand vigorously on He Qin's finger, "He's going to save someone."

The young monk once again rescued a wounded man in the thin morning light. The war had just ended, and there were long-lasting scars and lingering death and tears everywhere. Only this isolated town was the only safe place nearby. On the contrary, it is rare to have close contact with this kind of wounded.

The nuns busily fetched water, looked for medical cloths, and packed out a vacant room to accommodate the unconscious man.The golden air in the morning was filled with the smell of alcohol. After wiping off the mud and blood scabs on his face, the man's face was exposed, his cheeks were thin, and there was a dark scar under his eyes, which was an old wound.

"It turned out to be him," He Qin said, "then the whole thing can be connected."

"Who?" Wen Zheliu didn't see this man in the illusion on the first night, "Has he appeared before?"

Du Zijun said: "I've met him. On the first day, the characters in the dungeon didn't deviate too much. This person has appeared before."

During the conversation, hot steam was already lingering in the room. Two strong nuns used hot water to apply hot water to loosen the torn clothes that were stuck together with flesh and blood. They saw the wound on the man's back, and several deep bones could be seen. claw marks, he was attacked by wild beasts.

"You rescued one the day before yesterday, and another one today." The dean and the monk stood at the door, she still wore the string of rosewood rosary beads on her chest, but she looked more energetic and her eyes were brighter, " I heard that the war is over, and the frequency of taking in the wounded here is higher than before... Maybe only the Lord knows the reason for this."

The monk smiled, his blue eyes were gentle: "Please don't worry, mother. The war is indeed over, and they will be fine."

"The child from that day, how is her injury?" The dean's deeply creased brows quickly passed a trace of vague worry, "May the Lord bless this young man who is suffering so much."

"You can walk around now," the monk said, thinking of something, he smiled, with a hint of self-deprecation in his smile, "it's just that the injury will take some time to recover, and the guard is also very strong."

The dean stroked the rosary beads on his chest, and said softly, "If your right eye makes you stumble, pluck it out and throw it away."

"...I'd rather lose one part of my body than throw my whole body into hell." The monk lowered his head and said humbly.

"But that child has nothing, and she has already gone through hell." The dean looked at him, "Since she doesn't get close to anyone, and she refuses to open her heart, then it's like she's never met." Tolerate her, respect her, and love her like a father, husband, or elder brother, and at the same time keep a distance from her. This is not your natural duty, but you should do it, and remember the value of propriety."

The monk was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "I understand."

Behind them, at the corner of the corridor, the thin figure of the young girl protruded a little bit, and then staggered and disappeared with the hem of her skirt.

Time flies, and it flies before the eyes of the four people. A week later, the man who was rescued by the monk saved his life from life and death, and he was able to open his eyes, joking with the nun who came in every day to change his dressing.

"What a wonderful place this is!" The man with the scar at the corner of his eye took a deep breath, his pale cheeks blushing with excitement, "Away from the world, away from war, I never thought that there would be people in this world. Such a paradise on earth!"

"Your words are too exaggerated," the monk said gently, "I believe that there must be miracles performed by people in other places to resist the war."

"Other places, that's not a big deal," the man grinned. "Now I found this place, which is an important thing. Dear sir, have you ever thought that this unknown How much energy can a small base exert?"

What he said was weird, the monk frowned in confusion, shook his head and said, "I don't quite understand what you said..."

"Of course!" the man interrupted him immediately, "you saved my life, I thank you, I should thank you—thank you, thank you very much."

"Uh..." The monk picked up the tray containing bandages and alcohol bottles, "You're welcome?"

When he turned around and was about to go out, he suddenly found a young girl standing at the door.

Seresa has blond hair like snow, blue eyes, and her thin white fingers are resting on the door frame. The sleeves that have slid down reveal the scarred skin underneath.She looked at the tall and thin man in the room blankly and gloomyly.

The man looked at her inexplicably, and the monk was startled by her sudden appearance.

"Theresa?" He called her name in surprise, "Why are you here? Go back and lie down and rest..."

Celesa looked at him and finally smiled.

"I'm here... to find out what's going on in the outside world," she said. "I just want to ask this gentleman for advice."

The monk wanted to say something more, but Teresa's hoarse voice seemed to have an unstoppable magic power. Before he could turn his eyes away, he had already taken steps under his feet, leading him to the other end of the corridor.

The man lay on the bed and looked at her carefully.In any case, this is a beautiful, even somewhat stunning, opposite sex. Although he was a little confused, he still showed a friendly smile: "Miss? Excuse me..."

"Get out." Seresa raised the corners of her eyes, and suddenly hissed, "Next week or so, your wound will recover to the point where you can walk on the ground. By then, you'd better get out!"

The man's smile froze on his face.

The girl in front of him—a girl, or a woman, he couldn't tell the age of a person.Just now she was standing here without speaking, like a flower bud soaked in dew, a bit of color that is about to be let go, all faintly clustered at the tip of the petal; now her expression suddenly changed, as if The human-shaped giant python that peeled off its skin in an instant, the poisonous saliva and the threat of swallowing people all spurted violently from her eyes and lips.This is not a bluff, she has waded through death and torture, and her threat naturally has the weight of death and torture.

"...I...I don't understand..." The man shrank his neck, and actually murmured, "Miss, you really..."

Seresa opened her eyes wide in disgust, as if she wanted to firmly embed the shrinking human silhouette in her retinas: "I don't care how many lives are on your hands, whether you are alone or have other accomplices, your accomplice How many people there are, remember, don’t think about here, and don’t think about him!!”

At the end, she was almost screaming, the roar of the tide was like an invisible giant wave, crashing on the man!

"...Wow." Xie Yuanyuan said, "It's so fierce."

Du Zijun stared at Celesa coldly, Wen Zheliu said: "However, this is also borrowing the power of the mermaid heart..."

The tall and thin man's face was pale, and his wounds were almost ruptured under such intimidation. He shivered and shrank into a ball on the bed. The veins on Celesa's face were twitching, and she stared at him for a long while with a beast-like gloomy gaze. Taking a step back, he slowly exited the room.

"I will keep an eye on you," she said at the end, "if you dare to act rashly, I will kill you."

After her feeble footsteps could not be heard at all, the man's face was covered with cold sweat, and the gunshot wounds on his back and legs overflowed with a fresh smell of blood. He just opened his eyes wide and clenched his teeth, looking at Seri The direction Sha left.

...Looks like he's lost his mind.

Any good thing will be guarded by ferocious beasts around it.

The light in front of my eyes gradually dimmed, and the reenactment of tonight's scene ended.

Xie Yuanyuan's cuff trembled slightly, he subconsciously squeezed his fingers together, and instantly pinched a piece of torn paper.

"Huh?" He lowered his head, "Today's... is here with me."

"I used to think that I would be like this, only love you in my life. There is no lie, no pretense..." The handwriting was scribbled, and he carefully deciphered it, "...but the god of karma seemed to know my thoughts, so He stirred up strife and tore my heart that was yours."

[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.

"In your left eye stands the pillar of Sodom's salt, and in your right eye hides the brimstone fire of Gomorrah. The crime is very serious, and it is heard by me.

Your love created me, it is righteous; your love destroys me, it is unrighteous.I asked myself, whether it is good or evil, do you want to destroy it?

I thought about it and nodded again. "]

"The third paragraph," Du Zijun said, "How many paragraphs are there?"

"Four paragraphs." He Qin said, "The original poem is actually a fragment of the Tocharian text unearthed from the Kuqa site, and only these four paragraphs have been translated into love poems."

Xie Yuanyuan bowed his head and said, "So it's like this... Alas, I'm a little sad."

"Why are you sad?" Du Zijun turned to him.

Xie Yuanyuan carefully paved the paper, and shook his head bluntly: "I don't know, just looking at it, I suddenly feel sad. It is a pity in the world that lovers can't get married in the end."

Wen Zheliu looked at the note in Xie Yuanyuan's hand, opened his mouth, and said, "...I think the boss in this world will be very difficult to fight."

Xie Yuanyuan was surprised: "Is there any world that is not difficult to fight?"

"What I mean is," Wen Zheliu was a little dumbfounded, "in this world, after collecting these four love poems—that is, tomorrow, we will see all the things that happened in the past. Who is that right?"

He Qin didn't speak, Wen Zheliu was connected with him, Du Zijun looked at the note in Xie Yuanyuan's hand, and slowly twisted the cigarette end tightly in his hand.

"...Holy nun, myself?"

"Her obsession, her anger at being played with, the root cause of her complete blackening...all of it is in this world, what we will encounter at the end of this level, I don't need the system to remind me, I can imagine the process now "Wen Zheliu said helplessly, "Tomorrow, as soon as we successfully cleared the level, watched the rest of the CG, and got the last fragment of the poem, the holy nun in blackened form immediately descended from the sky, telling everyone that the fault is not me, but the world , and then massacre, and then we will..."

Xie Yuanyuan yelled: "It's okay, it's okay! I've already started the picture in my mind!"

The author has something to say:

I'm very sorry everyone, I'm going to move (?) recently, I'm very busy with many things, so the update is a bit negligent

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