Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Oh wow.

If these clouds can be "charged" by his flashlight, and gradually become faster as they are illuminated for longer, and the difference between gray clouds and gray fog is extremely small, this means that although he can shine through light Avoid the clouds and mist, but it will also make some clouds move faster.

Not only clouds, but also fog.

It's just that I don't know if the sunlight here will promote the movement of the gray fog.

Ding Mu had never seen the sun in Yinshan, and he couldn't judge whether the sun here was covered by the clouds in Yinshan itself, or by the gray fog.

From a scientific point of view, there is no essential difference between the light emitted by the flashlight and the light emitted by the sun. If you insist on saying that they are different, the only difference may be the luminous objects.

One is a natural creation and the other is a man-made one.

Will different illuminants have different effects on fog?

He smacked his lips, looked around, picked up a twig from the well, pinched its bottom, and poked the bodies of a man and a woman who were in a big wooden box with vacant eyes.

Sure enough, the twig passed through the bodies of the two men.

Only then can he really accept that these two people can no longer be called human beings.

There was no way to physically touch them.

Ding Mu looked at the two people, then at the gray clouds in the main hall, and then at the courtyard with no exit.

This yard is the only clean place in the whole town, there must be something here that can avoid the clouds and fog.

Is it the stones on the wall?

Or the wood on the door?

Or stones from the side of the well?

It could also be dirt from the yard.

He didn't know what caused the clouds to stay outside the courtyard, but it shouldn't be the box with the statue in front of it, because when he just came out of the hall, the clouds were covering the statue, just waiting for him to look over there , just moved over.

The flow of time seems to be much slower today than yesterday.

From his point of view, the sky outside the courtyard was still bright.

Since you can't tell, try one of each.

He took out the card knife from his pocket, gestured towards the door, checked carefully, and made sure that he didn't see anything like a magic circle from above, and then slowly peeled a piece of wood with the knife.

He held the piece of wood in his hand and threw it into the cloud crowding the door.

The wood passed through the gray clouds and fell onto the floor of the hall, making a soft sound.

Not even an arc was drawn.

Those gray clouds didn't move at all, they didn't move at all, they seemed to be indifferent.

Well, no use, not this door.

Then, he tried the broken stone chips on the wall, the stones from the wellhead, and the soil on the ground.

Gray clouds swarmed at the door as if mocking his ignorance.Ding Mu even felt that he saw the gloating and salivating on their faces.

You can't sleep here, can you?

Seeing the urgent attitude of these gray clouds, maybe when it gets dark, they will rush in directly and swallow him up in one gulp.

He leaned on the edge of the well, feeling a little tired. This kind of tiredness was not from his body, but from his soul.

He doesn't know whether the flow of time here is faster or slower than the outside world, and he has no way of judging where his body is. He can only scurry here like a headless chicken, looking for the so-called "truth" of the system.

Now that he has guessed something, is there anything that contains the truth?If he writes them all, is there any chance of getting one?

He thought, turned on the phone, and wrote out what he had speculated from beginning to end, from the cause of A's mother's death, to the mutual transformation of the people here and the fog, everything was detailed, and he wrote a long paragraph. , It's like writing a composition for elementary school students.

Fortunately, there is no limit to the length of this space, and he can accommodate it no matter how many words he writes.

After he finished writing, he thought again and again whether there was anything missing, and then he repaired it, and he was relieved.

When he pressed "submit", he hesitated for a long time, because he was not sure whether there was anything about "truth" in the things he wrote. After all, the word truth was too short, and the meaning it contained was too broad—anything Either could be what it refers to.

He didn't know what the truth contained.

To put it bluntly, even if he wrote all the things he guessed, the system can still judge that he made a mistake, because it didn't say that the meaning of the word "truth" is the world in the Satoyama world. Authenticity the truth.

He wrote so many things, but this "truth" may even just want to ask where Grandma Liu's dentures were lost at the entrance of the village.

If it wants to make things difficult for him, there is nothing wrong with this setting, and he only has three chances. After the three chances are used up, this body will be finished. He has not yet judged the negative impact here on his real body. No matter how big the impact is, you can't take risks so easily.

His finger rested on "Submit", hesitating, and when he wanted to press it, he didn't, so he withdrew his hand and checked it again.

There are no grammatical errors, punctuation marks are used correctly, and there are no missing places. It stands to reason that this is enough, but he is still a little confused.

It’s like writing the last question of the test paper when I was a child. Because I can’t write it, but it doesn’t look good if it’s empty, so I can only write down all the formulas I can write with very few clues, and the formulas that are probably related to the question , I know that there may be a large part of the things that are useless, but I still check it over and over again, trying to find the real answer to the question from the formulas I wrote down.

That's how he is now.

He glanced at the gray clouds blocking the door, these clouds were wriggling quietly, maintaining a state of dynamic balance, neither advancing nor retreating, just pawing at the door.

Finally, he was ruthless, gritted his teeth, and pressed "Submit".

Whether it is useful or not depends on the results of the submission. A large part of those things are useless. It is normal not to give points, but it will be troublesome if points are deducted.

He looked at the "Reading..." on the phone, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually settled down, like a chicken knowing that he was about to be slaughtered, the initial panic became calm.

Stretch out your head and slash your head, wait and see, it's okay to be wrong, don't you have two chances?If you make a mistake, you just have to fight for it. Besides, even if the opportunity is exhausted, he may not really die here. Maybe his body will not be affected by the death of this body?

He comforted himself, it's okay, don't be afraid, anyway, he has been into the mountain four times, this kind of small situation can't scare him at all.

He waited for a while, and seeing the three words "Reading..." turned into four words "Reading finished", he couldn't help raising his breath even higher. It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous, but As far as being nervous, it's okay, it's just a little tighter than the previous state, after all, it's not terribly nervous.

He stared at the screen, and saw a line of text slowly appearing in the blank space below the space: "Partially correct, shrink the range."

And the word "truth" finally has a prefix, which is added to the previous line and becomes "The truth of your coming here is: ____"

Well, as the co-author, he found so many things and wrote such a large paragraph, only a small half of which is useful. From this point of view, all the information about A’s mother’s death investigation written on the whiteboard in A’s home should be just interference. After all, the date of A's mother's death can be seen from the note left by A, and compared with the date on the inscription on the stone tablet in the town, it is easy to infer that the death of A's mother is related to the sacrificial ceremony in the town .

Immediately afterwards, the small characters in the lower line were also refreshed, and it was a note: "(Note: the number of characters is limited to 4)"

Ding Mu: "..."

This is because he writes too many characters and finds it troublesome to read.

He put away his mobile phone and put it in his pocket so that he could take it anytime. He patted the edge of the well casually, and accidentally removed a stone and went down.

That stone was one of the broken stones he had just knocked off the edge of the well, because only one stone could be used to prove whether the stone on the edge of the well could expel the ash cloud, so he scattered the others Put it in the same place, but unexpectedly, he accidentally dialed it down.

He looked into the well subconsciously, the well was still the same, there were cracks and dried moss on the dry well wall, and a piece of dry leaves covered the bottom of the well.

However, the stone he just dropped did not hit the leaves with a crisp sound of smashing dead leaves.

The stone fell, and kept falling, making the sound of hitting the stone wall continuously.

And the leaves at the bottom of the well were like holographic projections, not even trembling at all.

Looking at this scene, Ding Mu thought that he might have found something useful.