This NPC really has a problem

Bai Zhu refused to answer Mr. Lu's question, tore off the page and threw it into the wastebasket.

Mr. Lu noticed that the girl in front of him was inexplicably depressed, but he didn't know the reason.He thought for a while and handed the cup of milk tea to Bai Zhu, with some comfort in his tone that he didn't realize: "I just made it, do you want to try it?"

The milk tea was steaming hot, Bai Zhu put the notebook on his lap, and took the cup carefully.The tableware and cups in Mr. Lu's home are made of bone china, the color is warm and soft milky white, and most of them are not decorated.The freshly brewed milk tea is still hot, and the heat insulation effect of the cup holder is not good, and Bai Zhu almost shivered when the heat just reached his fingertips.

Mr. Lu reminded at the right time: "Be careful of burning."

Bai Zhuan stabilized the cup and took a sip. The milk tea was slightly bitter, obviously not much sugar was added.Bai Zhu’s impression of milk tea has always been a kind of sweet and greasy drink. Zhong Changya—his friend in the game who seems to be the real person with black-rimmed glasses—likes this kind of drink very much. Others drink, Bai Zhu followed her to taste a lot.It's just that Bai Zhu is not addicted to sweetness. It's okay once or twice, but if you drink too much, you will feel bored.

Mr. Lu's homemade milk tea is the simplest kind. Add milk to the black tea that is being brewed, and add some sugar to it according to your feeling.He added very little sugar, which could not cover the slight bitterness of the black tea, but the mellow milk taste made this shortcoming seem insignificant, and the sweetness of the tea could already be tasted when swallowed.

Bai Zhu raised his head and frowned at Mr. Lu: "It's delicious."

Mr. Lu also laughed: "Drinking black tea all the time seems a little monotonous, I guess you might like this."

Bai Zhu really likes it very much. The tea made by Mr. Lu and the rice cooked by Mr. Lu are not delicious enough to suit the appetite of most people, but for Bai Zhu, it is just right.

Bai Zhu suddenly wants a copy of Mr. Lu's data. He probably won't repeat the horror game that he has already cleared. Mr. Lu may never see such an NPC that suits him again. Why not import his data into himself? The exclusive AI is fine.

Mr. Lu didn't know that someone was eager to touch his data, so he took his share of milk tea back to the sofa closest to the fireplace without realizing it, and recorded it in his notebook while drinking.A large number of words have been written down on the paper, most of which are his memories of the past few years. The more he writes, the more frightened Mr. Lu becomes.

The self in memory is completely different from the self Mr. Lu knows.

The paper was full of dark and bloody past, Mr. Lu gradually stopped writing, and the milk tea was drunk unconsciously, the cup was empty, he unconsciously bit the cup, and it took a while to react.

Mr. Lu looked at the chime clock as if he had just woken up from a dream. The hour hand pointed to nine o'clock again, which was the time he used to go to bed.

Bai Zhu was still obsessed with the pen and was scribbling and drawing on the paper. Mr. Lu did not respond when he called his name.Reluctantly, Mr. Xia Lu stretched out his hand to cover the paper to attract Bai Zhu's attention, and said, "I'm going to rest, and you should also rest earlier."

It was only then that Bai Zhu realized that he had been painting for three hours, and it seemed that only 10 minutes had passed.

He seemed to be competing secretly with the traditional paper and pen. What Mr. Lu said earlier made him very frustrated. He was eager to prove that he could really draw... After leaving four or five chapters of waste manuscripts, Bai Zhu finally found some. The feeling of drawing with a pen.

The one he drew just now is the one he is most satisfied with so far.

It's just that Mr. Lu didn't pay attention. After saying goodbye, he left the living room.

Bai Zhu watched his back disappear into the stairwell, lowered his head and added the last touch, drawing the handsome passer-by with slightly raised lips.

Bai Zhu left the living room about ten minutes after Mr. Lu. His work and rest habits seemed to be taken by the NPC, and he also wanted to learn from Mr. Lu to go to bed early and get up early.

Zhong Changya, who was lying on the bed reading a book, heard the sound of the door opening, and asked without raising her head, "Why did you stay here for so long?"

Bai Zhu replied casually: "Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I just painted for a few hours downstairs."

The three of them reached an agreement during the day. The three rookies knew that finding clues at night was tantamount to seeking death.

Maybe it's just so easy to pass the customs?

Zhong Changya heard Huahua look up from the page, and asked curiously: "Is it the pen you used before? Can I have a look?"

Bai Zhu had nothing to do, and handed the pen to Zhong Changya.He scanned the closet, and suddenly thought of the mirror he found on the top of the closet last night.

Last night Mr. Lu's sudden knock on the door startled them. He and Zhong Changya secretly turned off the lights and hid in the bed. They didn't dare to get out until the next morning. They accidentally forgot the prop they found last night.Bai Zhu estimated the height of the closet. He couldn't reach it by stepping on a chair. He pushed the table over and stood on tiptoe just enough to see the top of the closet.

Sure enough, there was a palm-sized mirror on the top of the cabinet.

The table is not big and the top is not thick. When stepping on it, it feels very unreliable. Bai Zhu quickly jumped off the table after taking the mirror.The mirror surface of the mirror is facing upwards. It has obviously been on the top of the cabinet for a while, and the mirror surface is covered with a layer of dust.

Bai Zhu took out a tissue to wipe the mirror clean, and the mirror clearly reflected his face.

But only his face.

Bai Zhu shook the mirror, but didn't see anything that didn't exist.

Bai Zhu wondered, is it really just an ordinary mirror?

Zhong Changya was studying the structure of the pen, and took the time to ask, "Did you find anything?"

Bai Zhu shook his head: "No, there may be nothing wrong with the mirror itself."

Zhong Changya snorted, focused on the pen and didn't ask any more questions.In reality, the stylus and light screen have already completely replaced the traditional pen and paper, and there are not many manufacturers of traditional pen and paper.Zhong Changya didn't pay attention to these old antiques on weekdays, but after seeing them in the game, she suddenly became interested and wanted to know more about people's writing tools in ancient times.

Bai Zhu wanted to take a shower early and go to bed, so he put the mirror aside for the time being.He didn't notice that for a split second, a tall figure, who obviously didn't belong to anyone in the room, flashed across the mirror.

Bai Zhu carried the pajamas into the bathroom.

The pajamas are brand new in the wardrobe of the guest room. There are two pieces in each room, and the model is exactly the same.In order to ensure that some players with a larger physique can also wear it, the pajamas are too large, and they are bound to be loose when worn on Bai Zhu's body, and the hem is estimated to be able to hang down to the ankle.

Bai Zhu turned on the Yuba and the shower, hot water came out after a while, and the bathroom gradually filled with mist.

After the temperature in the bathroom rose, he took off his clothes one by one. If Mr. Lu was present, he would be so shocked that he doubted his life.

Bai Zhu's chest was flat - it was obvious that this was a man.

So what is Mr. Lu doing at this time?

Mr. Lu is struggling with the Sandman.

……

Mr. Lu's head was shaking, and one time he almost fell on the table.

He was stunned for a while, then rubbed his face after regaining his senses, went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, took some cold water and poured it on his face.A lot of drops of water slipped into the collar, and Mr. Lu shivered from the ice, but it made him sober.

Mr. Lu is waiting for midnight.

Last night, he also planned to do so, but accidentally fell asleep on the sofa.Mr. Lu didn't understand why he was so lethargic. He couldn't last until twelve o'clock in one night.

Sitting is easy to get sleepy, so he simply paced back and forth in the room, passing the window countless times.The curtains were not drawn, and after walking back and forth a few times, Mr. Lu stopped in front of the window, staring at the darkness outside the window.

After adapting to the darkness, the outlines of the mountains were faintly visible, and Mr. Lu's window was facing the crevice in the mountain where he hid his corpse.The crevice was not far from the hut, long enough for him to drag a corpse there on a snowy day.

Just yesterday, he was driven by an inexplicable force to throw Xiaoyao's skeleton into the crevice of the mountain. He didn't feel anything at that time, as if he was acting on instinct. Now that he thinks about it carefully, he realizes how terrible his behavior and mood were at that time. weird.In Mr. Lu's memory, Xiaoyao and his party were not the first batch of victims, nor the last batch.

In my memory, he is a murderer hiding in the deep mountains, squatting quietly, only waiting to give hope to the travelers trapped in the mountains when the mountains are covered by heavy snow, and brutally killing them when they let down their vigilance.

The bones of innocent travelers are piled in the crevices of the mountain.

This realization made Mr. Lu at a loss.

Mr. Lu was in a daze, when suddenly he heard a bell.

Twelve bells struck for nearly half a minute. Mr. Lu put on the overcoat he had draped over the back of the chair, put on a lamp, and went downstairs silently.When passing by the calendar, he habitually tore off a page.After taking two steps, he retreated back as if aware of it.

Mr. Lu brought the light closer to the calendar, and the date "December 12" was clearly visible.

He reached out and turned the calendar down, "December 12th" was followed by "14th", "15th", then "16th", and then...

It is "December 12".

Mr. Lu quickly scrolled down, 11, 12, 13...17, seven numbers repeated in front of his eyes.

There is a cycle of seven days, and in this entire calendar, there are only seven dates from December 12th to December 11th!

A calendar turned to the bottom as soon as I saw it.

Mr. Lu turned up the last page, and saw two blood-stained words on the cover of the hardcover book on the last page——

key.

Benedict.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Mr. Lu subconsciously withdrew his hand, and the paper fell back to its original place with a clatter, covering up the two words and hiding the endless cycle of reincarnation.

Mr. Lu settled down and walked down the stairs.The distance from the calendar to the gate is so short, he seems to have walked behind the gate in a blink of an eye.

"Is anyone there?" someone asked outside the door, pleading in his voice, "I'm a traveler passing by, trapped in the mountains by heavy snow, can someone take me in for a night?"

The closer you get to the door, the more you can hear the whistling wind outside the house.

Mr. Lu grabbed the doorknob.