[Infinite] End Game

They didn't go out for the next day.

The room seemed to be their only remaining fortress, but the quieter the castle was, the more Mutor believed that he would be found by the puppet at night, so he seemed more and more restless.Zhang Jingjing was also affected by him, but after carefully checking the mask and confirming that the cooling time had just ended at night, and that she could use it again, she felt a little more confident.

In contrast, Tang Yu was in a very relaxed state. After eating something to replenish his energy, he leaned against the bedside and read a book.

"...This is?" Ji Shenlan's book?

Chang He saw the familiar cover, did not say the second half of the sentence, but expressed doubts with his eyes.

"En." Tang Yu lowered his eyes, swept his fingertips across the brightly colored drawing, and then gently scratched the edge of the page.

It was a picture book of "Don Quixote", and the page he was looking at happened to depict Don Quixote with a gray beard and a thin face riding a thin horse, holding a spear and an old shield, and a huge windmill Fighting scene.

And at the top of this coloring page, someone wrote a passage from Drew Leighton in vigorous and free handwriting:

【We are like pilgrims going to a specific place.

The world is a hostel,

Death is the end of the journey. 】

This page should have been turned over by Ji Shenlan many times, and the corner of the book was slightly wrinkled. Tang Yu stretched out his hand to smooth it out, breathing still lightly and slowly, but for some reason he looked very sad.

Tang Yu's eyes fell on that sentence, and he felt that he had no choice but to be sad.This book was left to Ji Shenlan by Zong Hai, that is to say, long before Zong Hai entered the dungeon, did he already have the omen and realization that "death is the end of the journey"?

What about Ji Shenlan?

Tang Yu couldn't imagine Ji Shenlan's state of mind when he read this book.

"...This is Zong Hai's words, but I don't like this sentence very much." Chang He leaned over and was stunned when he saw the line of words, but soon, he covered Tang Yu with his palm hand.The warm and dry palm touched Tang Yu's bent knuckles. He smiled softly and said softly: "—Whether we know it or not, we all strive to create a world we like. Maybe you remember not Pretty accurate, but I like this one better."

This is a famous quote from Oliver Holmes. After hearing this, Tang Yu couldn't help but widen his eyes slightly. Chang He's appearance was reflected in his clear eyes. Good and soft.

Chang He raised his hand and rubbed Tang Yu's hair, and said, "Don't worry, I'm here."

……

The dark scenery outside the window has not changed, but it does not prevent the passage of time and the arrival of night. In the afternoon, Tang Yu took the time to sleep for a while, and when he woke up, he seemed to hear the sound of slapping.

Who is filming what?

Tang Yu looked over at the other two, and saw that Zhang Jingjing was tightly wrapped in a blanket, and Mutor also clenched his fists on his knees.

...so, who is taking pictures?

Tang Yu was startled, subconsciously looked at the window, and saw a short arm hanging from the window frame, and in the next second, a strange smiling face appeared in the window.

--Ah ah ah ah ah! !

Tang Yu shouted silently in his heart, even though he wasn't afraid of these things, it didn't mean he wouldn't be startled.

The speed of the body was faster than the speed of thinking, Tang Yu bounced off the bed directly, but Chang He gently stopped him.Tang Yu froze for a moment, then settled down, and stayed by Chang He's side, watching the puppet open the window and lean in.

The cold wind rushed in the moment the window was knocked open, whizzed and circled for a circle, and extinguished the flames in the candlesticks and the fireplace.

The room was instantly plunged into darkness, and Zhang Jingjing and Mutor's short exclamations sounded in the corner one after another.Because Tang Yu had slept for a while, his eyes were still adaptable to the dark, so he could vaguely see Chang He rushing forward completely unaffected, the tactical knife drew neat marks, and the puppet's long hair The axes clashed together.

"—Light up the lamp!!" Tang Yu didn't have a lighting tool in his hand, so he could only shout loudly, but Mutor himself was the target tonight, and if he lit the fire, he would directly reveal his location. There were only matches in it, and I tried several times without success.

After entering the copy, the flashlights they brought in were disabled.The outside wind and snow came in from the window, and under the action of the airflow, it was difficult for the candlestick or the fire to burn. Taking advantage of the short light from Zhang Jingjing's side, Tang Yu moved towards her, touched the glass cover of the wind lamp, and took out a windproof lighter. And surrounded the flame nozzle with the palm to form a windshield, and quickly lit the wind lamp.

It is actually not a very wise behavior to start a fire in the dark, because it will attract dangerous things, but the actual progress is not the case. The Wilton puppet has no chance to approach this side at all. Instead, it is fighting Chang He for the first time When the ax was knocked out, Tang Yu and nine of the three were lucky enough to witness Chang He grabbing the puppet, smashing it to the ground while tearing off the puppet's hands, feet and head one by one, smashing it to death amidst the puppet's piercing screams. Even the eyeballs made of blue glass beads slipped out of their sockets, and rolled to different places from left to right.

The puppet's stature is about the same as that of an ordinary three-year-old child. After absorbing the vitality of several people in succession, it has evolved to be no different from a human being. If the blood that flowed out from everywhere was also sticky black, everything in front of me was no different from the scene of the broken | corpse.

"..."

Zhang Jingjing and Mutor Qiqi, who had witnessed the whole process of Chang He beating the ghosts, fell into a weird silence, and when Chang He raised his foot expressionlessly and stomped the puppet's head under his feet, the eyes of the two of them cautiously glanced at each other. With indescribable awe, especially when they are swept by Chang He with a wink, they always have the illusion that the next person to be dismembered will be their turn.

Tang Yu was a little speechless and a little dumbfounded. He walked over with the lantern in his hand, and handed a handkerchief to Chang He to wipe off the black blood splashed on his face. The reassembled broken limb thought for a while and said, "What should I do next, can I burn it?"

Chang He stepped on the puppet's head without moving, but nodded slightly to say that he could give it a try, and Mutor turned over and got up immediately after hearing this.As the target of the attack, it is of course very positive to be able to completely eliminate the danger. He first went to the balcony to close the window, and then turned back and raised the fireplace.

The flames scorched the wood and made a soft "crackling" sound. When the fire was burning vigorously, Mutor bravely picked up the stumped limbs and arms, and threw them into the fire one by one.

The essence of a puppet is wood. Even if it can run, move, and kill | people, it is still a piece of wood as long as it has not been formally transformed into a human through a spiritual seance ceremony.

Mutor thought so, so he was relieved when those arms and legs came into contact with the flames and burned blazingly, but when he threw the last head and eyeballs into the fire, the flames suddenly jumped up When he got up, those burning severed limbs spliced ​​together at a rapid speed, and in the blink of an eye, they became human again.

Mutor's eyes widened subconsciously. He was too close to the fireplace, and the thought of 'I might be cold' came to mind instantly. Then he ran away along the flue.