This NPC really has a problem

The cold wind scrambled to get into the crack of the door.

A bluish-white hand supported the door frame, as if trying to prevent the people in the house from closing the door again.His eyes flicked over the fingers like dry wood, and with a click, Mr. Lu opened the door.

The snow wind blows.

A layer of snow quickly formed on the lampshade, and the light from the lamp became weak, but it was enough to illuminate the shriveled figure at the door.

Mr. Lu met a pair of cloudy eyes.The pair of eyeballs seemed to fall out of the eye sockets in a second, and they were crumbling. The dilated pupils made people doubt whether these eyes could see.It could be seen from the skeleton that this was a man, but he was as thin as a famine refugee in an old photo, and the bones seemed to be dehydrated flesh.

The moment Mr. Lu opened the door, the "people" outside rushed forward.

At the same time, there seemed to be screams with a frequency too high for human ears to catch.

The suddenly approaching face made Mr. Lu retreat subconsciously, but he staggered, and with a bang, the light in his hand hit the door frame.The lighting lamp almost fell out of his hand, and Mr. Lu tightly grasped the handle of the lamp, his knuckles turned white and his veins protruded.He opened his eyes wide, his pupils constricted, and a skeleton covered with a thin layer of human skin was reflected in his eyes. The mouth of the skeleton was like a black hole with no lips, and inside were jagged white fangs, the roots of which were still intact. With scarlet bloodshot.

The lamp flickered, illuminating that terrifying face in flickering light.

Mr. Lu raised his hand to block it, as if he expected it, but the unimaginable scene made him almost stop breathing.The movement of the frozen corpse seemed to be infinitely slowed down, but he couldn't make any response. He could only watch the frozen corpse's mouth open like a snake's mouth, the corners of the lips were almost cracked to the side of the ears, and he was about to bite at the next breath. break his arm—

"—"

An indescribable scream made Mr. Lu's ears hurt.

His mind was dizzy, which affected his vision.After the blackened vision gradually returned to light, Mr. Lu saw the bluish-white figure fell in the snow, making a shallow hole.He watched in astonishment as the frozen corpse climbed up in a panic, twisted its limbs, stuffed its hands into its mouth and squeezed its jaw, and fled staggeringly.

The human figure made of firewood was engulfed by the wind, snow and darkness in no time.

Mr. Lu was stunned for a long time, until the lighting that hit the door frame stopped shaking, and the weak and steady light strongly illuminated this small world, and then let out a mouthful of breath stuck in his throat.

There was a scalding heat in his chest.

Mr. Lu didn't feel the burning pain on his skin until he came back to his senses a few minutes later. He suddenly understood something, and pulled out a key that was strung up by a rope from his collar.

The key was only a little bigger than ordinary people's house keys. The material seemed to be brass, made of simple and exquisite, more like a handicraft, and it was suitable to be worn around the neck as a decoration.

But it's clearly more than just decorations.

The key is so hot that it can burn the skin, this is not the first time Mr. Lu has seen it like this.After the frozen corpse injured him and made him unable to escape, Mr. Lu suddenly understood why he lived in the hut well and never received revenge from the dead.

Because of this key.

A church from the City of Reflections, which is said to be able to protect strangers and even grant wishes.

The latter function is too bizarre, and Mr. Lu has not been able to confirm its existence, but the key has actually protected it from the frozen corpse.He couldn't find the source of this key in his memory, but whenever he could think of it, there was this key, and it was quietly worn around his neck, as if it had no sense of existence like air.Mr. Lu couldn't remember it, but subconsciously he never took it off his neck.

Mr. Lu didn't put the key back into his clothes, but held it tightly in his hand, and suddenly he had the confidence to retreat from the mountain crevice.

……

The key can protect Mr. Lu from the frozen corpse, but it cannot protect him from the severe cold. Even though he is fully armed with only one pair of eyes exposed, Mr. Lu is still frozen stiff.

Walking in heavy snow was far more physically demanding than imagined. After a while, Mr. Lu felt his limbs were heavy, his clothes were more than twice as heavy as when he was at home, and his blood seemed to be frozen.He didn't stop to rest. It's okay to be tired, but it's fatal to freeze his limbs in snowy weather. Mr. Lu has to keep walking and rely on exercise to provide heat for his body.

The lights are strong enough to withstand the severe cold of minus [-] degrees, and they shine tenaciously.

With a light in one hand and a compass in the other, Mr. Lu walked towards the crevice of the mountain.Heavy snow completely covered the mountain road, and he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly, so he could only walk firmly in a straight line with the help of compass and memory.However, there is only a short distance to walk in a straight line, and after a while Mr. Lu had to walk on the rugged mountain.No one knew exactly what was going on under the snow. Mr. Lu almost stepped on the ground several times, so he could only slow down further and take every step carefully.

The snow at night was heavier than that during the day, and when he came to the crevasse, Mr. Lu had almost become a snowman.He didn't know how long he had walked, but he felt that it took at least half an hour longer than when he came during the day.

The biting cold wind made Mr. Lu almost unable to open his eyes. He didn't wear goggles, and the wind scraped his bare skin like a knife. After a long time, he couldn't feel the pain.

Mr. Lu knelt in the snow.

Snow blocked the cracks in the mountain, and Mr. Lu cleared a gap with his hands.After hastily scraping the snow off the lampshade, he moved the lamp over the gap, revealing the overlapping corpses in the gap.

The emaciated skeleton on the top trembled its arms—it was Xiaoyao.

I don't know why, maybe it was because she was thrown too late into the crevice of the mountain, Xiaoyao couldn't act like the frozen corpse that tried to hurt Mr. More player dialogue.She was spread out on top of the four or five corpses below, her limbs trembling violently, her eyes rolling wildly, this scene seemed absurd and terrifying.

Mr. Lu felt that his breathing seemed to be frozen.

Before seeing that notebook, Mr. Lu was like a person who lived completely in the present, not knowing the past, not thinking about the future, and only focusing on what I want to do now, what I want to do today.Cook when it’s time to cook, read when it’s time to read, sleep when it’s time to sleep, wipe off blood if it stains the living room, don’t care about throwing dead bodies at home, so put them in the grocery room first, If you encounter a corpse that is not suitable for storing in the grocery store, you have no choice but to throw it into the crevice of the mountain when you are a little tired.

He is like a precise machine, perfectly completing each task according to the instructions.

His memory is incomplete, until now, it is still incomplete.It's just that when he sees specific things and scenes, his memory can make up a piece.

Even if he thinks those are not his memories.

He was putting together a jigsaw puzzle, but that jigsaw puzzle seemed to belong to someone else, and it fell into his hands for some reason, and he lost what belonged to him.

When Mr. Lu saw the corpses stuffed at the bottom of the mountain crevice, he suddenly remembered how many innocent travelers he had killed.Unlike the specific picture that appeared in his mind when he read the notes, what Mr. Lu remembered this time was only a few thin paragraphs.

[When the mountains are covered by heavy snow, Mr. Lu will kindly take in the travelers who are trapped in the mountains.

The travelers are grateful for Mr. Lu's kindness, but they don't know that Mr. Lu is a murderer who carefully hides his true nature.

Only when heavy snow separates the hut from the world, can Mr. Lu vent his brutal desire on those innocent travelers.

He played with the prey who fell into the trap without knowing it, brutally killed the prey when they let down their vigilance, and then threw the corpse into a hidden mountain crevice.

One, two...thirteen corpses piled up in the crevice.The ice and snow in the mountain crevasses that have not melted for many years have preserved their bodies, and they will climb out of the mountain crevices every night when the mountains are covered by heavy snow.

They couldn't hurt Mr. Lu, who was protected by the key from the City of Reflections, and they were deeply jealous of strangers.

While hating Mr. Lu who took their lives, they killed the equally innocent traveler.

It was another snowy night, four travelers knocked on the door of the hut...]

There was a soft sound of falling snow.

Mr. Lu suddenly pulled out of his memory and raised his head suddenly.

At some point, corpses stood around him, surrounding him like a wall.The dead man's eyes stared at him coldly, but he could only stand there silently, unable to make any attack.

Falling snow and dead silence pressed down heavily.

The confusion in Mr. Lu's eyes has not faded away. He feels that there is only a thin wall between himself and a terrifying truth, but he cannot penetrate it.

Some things he is clearer, some things he is more confused.

Gritting his teeth, Mr. Lu struggled to stand up from the snow.After all, his body still froze, and he moved his limbs on the spot. After a while, he felt a little warmth.Mr. Lu staggered away from the mountain crevice, and the frozen corpse at the passing place made way for him to pass like a wave.

After walking for a while, Mr. Lu stopped unconsciously, looking back.

Those frozen corpses still stood silently, covered in snow, like snow sculptures.

Mr. Lu carried the lamp farther and farther away, and soon they would melt into the darkness without a trace of life.

"I'm sorry." Mr. Lu said suddenly.

After he finished speaking, he was stunned, and those three words came out for no reason and inexplicably.

Don't even know why to apologize.

That weird feeling of "these memories aren't his, these things he didn't do" came back.

Mr. Lu suddenly felt a little funny, and the sense of weirdness in his heart became more and more vivid, followed by a deep sense of helplessness.The five flavors are mixed, but this is the case. Mr. Lu pondered for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason. Finally, he shook his head and gradually walked away.