No Game No Life[Comprehensive]

I've been having poor sleep quality lately.

No, it's not insomnia, I have no problem falling asleep, and I can fall asleep quickly when it's time for bed. The point is, when I wake up, I still feel very tired, as if I haven't rested at all.

This made me feel dizzy every day, and my body couldn't lift my spirits.

The doctor said that it was because of my mental stress and anxiety.

——But I don’t have any pressure at all?

I am in good health, young, with a regular life schedule and no shortage of money. I am studying art history at a prestigious university (currently on a leave of absence), and now I live alone in a small town with a remote location but very beautiful scenery. inside.

The inheritance left to me after the death of my parents is enough for me to spend 300 years like a land. What's more, I don't have high material requirements, and the money I spend every year is not even as much as the interest generated by bank deposits.

I am an old man. When my parents passed away, I was 90-[-] years old. I passed away without illness and pain. It is a joyful mourning.The bad news is not so hard to accept after I have sufficient psychological preparation... After being depressed for more than a month, my mood gradually calmed down.

And the funeral was more than half a year ago, no matter how you think about it, it should have nothing to do with my sleep problem.

I've tried taking melatonin, but with little success, and the sleepiness still haunts me.

I can't do anything about it, I can only live with the discomfort, hoping that this sudden problem can also disappear suddenly.

I bought a house in the small town where I am currently, with two floors, six bedrooms and three living rooms, with a small courtyard and a basement.

Because I live alone, I don't need that much space, the second bedroom is locked, and I never go to the basement for storage.

It sounds a bit wasteful, but this is the house I found with the best location and the smallest floor space. There is no concept of a single apartment in a small town. Three generations of a family live together, so I can only find this kind of big house.

My life here is peaceful and monotonous. After getting up early in the morning, I wash up, fry an egg, cut two pieces of ham, and put them in toast for breakfast. It takes no more than 5 minutes.

Then I went out, the bus station was only tens of meters away from home, and there were only two kinds of buses in the town, one for going around the town and one for going out of the town, and the bus going out of the town only ran twice a day.

I took the bus on the Huanzhen Line, and after two stops was the only small library in the town. When I first came to the town, I donated 30 yuan to it, and it was successfully renovated from its original almost abandoned state. According to my needs, I purchased a batch of new books.

Then I will read in the library all day, go out for a quick bite to eat at noon, take the last bus home at dusk, have dinner, and sleep.

These are all my daily schedules. In addition, occasionally I will go to the market to buy some daily necessities.

I think there is nothing wrong with living like this. If the problem of sleep quality can be solved, this is the perfect life in my dream.

On this day, as usual, I got on the bus that arrived on time and headed to the library in a wobble.

The old car radio broadcast the morning news amidst the sizzle of electricity.

"...The fugitive serial murderer Yusheng Ryūyuki was arrested yesterday. This arrest operation has been carefully deployed by the police for three months. Chief Superintendent Makishima Sego held a press conference today..."

I looked at the rows of street trees passing by outside the car window, and listened to the news casually. I was not interested in the case. I was a little surprised by the name of the chief superintendent. question...

This push message caused a commotion in the car, and I heard the whispers of the passengers sitting in the back row.

"Finally caught, thank goodness I haven't been able to sleep well during this time."

"Yeah, who knew they would come to us. Fortunately, they ran away soon. I couldn't sneak out to smoke during the martial law..."

"So, outsiders are a scourge!"

"Oh...it's not always like that, don't talk about it..."

"What can't I say? Dressing up like that every day, and going out in the middle of the night, provoked the murderer to come here, and everyone was scared. God said that homosexuality is a shameless sin, and it must be punished. This is retribution! "

During the conversation, one man was particularly emotional. There were only a few people in the bus compartment, and everyone could hear his loud voice.

I don't have any complaints about their topic, but there are eyes staring at me from behind, and I don't feel very happy if there is any real sight.

So I turned my head away.

All voices disappeared in an instant, and in the dead silence of the carriage, I could only see the dull and indifferent faces of the passengers in the back, with their heads down, as if the chat just now was my hallucination.

I felt the irritating stare disappear and sat back upright again.

At the same time, the bus stopped slowly and the library station arrived.

The book I am currently reading is The Interpretation of Dreams.

"We have no way to guarantee the correctness of the memory, and we cannot trust it beyond objectivity, but the clues in the dream must be regarded as absolute reality. When pursuing a certain element in the dream, we should adhere to this attitude, otherwise……"

The bell placed in the center of the hall rang, and I woke up suddenly, only to find that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and the pages of the book were still on the very first page.

Mental burnout is the symptom of this kind, and you always lose your mind for a long time without knowing it.

Sometimes I think bitterly and joyfully, maybe when I am exhausted to the limit, I will be able to enter a deep sleep smoothly and take a full rest.

So today's reading is over, I put down the book and prepare to go home.

The moment I closed the pages, I caught a last glimpse of these words on the page:

"The forgetting of dreams is biased, which is a manifestation of resistance. The closer to the truth, the more it is covered up."

On the way back, I found a new advertisement in the bus booth.

This is a very rare thing. The small town is located in a remote place, almost isolated from the world, and the people here are also very old-fashioned, stubbornly refusing the entry of modern technology. As far as my living experience here is concerned, it seems to be still in the upper class. century.

Items purchased online must be stored in the city first, and brought over when the postman comes to town once a week, or picked up by himself by car.

New and unfamiliar things will attract the attention of almost everyone, such as me who moved here half a year ago, or the advertisements that suddenly appear now.

It turns out that there will really be people who are taken advantage of here to advertise?Literally throwing money in the water.

In fact, being able to persuade the mayor to post things in the bus booth is already worthy of my admiration. When I wanted to donate money to repair the library, such a purely charitable act caused resistance from the crowd.

With this respect, I took a closer look at the content of the ad.

—is a sanatorium.

It's even more inexplicable!

It says "Stable Nursing Home, Eliminate Anxiety, Relieve Stress, Your Best Soul Harbor!", and there is a small line of "No More Insomnia From Now On" below.

I:?

Xuanfa went to the wrong place, I think it is more reasonable for this thing to appear in a bustling city center.

And these keywords... It's almost as if they were tailor-made for me.

I sighed: "It's not necessary..."

Among the friends I met before, there are indeed a few guys who can do this kind of thing.

I didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but after thinking about it, going there... seems like a good idea?

What if it really solves the sleep problem?

After making a decision, my execution ability is still very high.

I called the hotline marked on the advertisement, and I reserved a bed for myself for a month.

Then I started unpacking.

One month is just a trial period. If the environment is good, it is possible to live for a year or so. You have to pack up all important items and take them with you.

Things that are important to me: past sketches, my parents’ wedding rings, and a solo photo of me on the shore of the Emerald Coast in Italy. When I took the photo, I didn’t stand at the golden section of the picture, but looked outside Half the body is out, so the whole picture looks weird.

But in my memory, I was traveling alone in Sardinia at that time, and the photos should be taken with time-lapse settings. Without experience, it is understandable for people to stand sideways.

I don't know why, but I especially like this photo and always put it on my desk.

While tidying up, I moved the table and accidentally saw a small dark brown drip-like mark on the floor.

"..." I thought about it, and called the nursing home again, "It's me. Please postpone the appointment for a week... No, I will come... Okay, goodbye."

Seven days later, my express delivery arrived.

After seeing off the postman, I unwrapped the tight, thick package and took out what I needed.

3-Aminophthalohydrazide, and Sodium Peroxide.

The black market channels are easier to use than I thought, and this dangerous chemical can be transported across the sea like an ordinary commodity—although, my danger, in the face of the real danger in the other world, is like a primary school student. Class sneaked to the video game city, and after playing shooting games, he declared himself a vicious killer.

The broker who took my order did let out a speechless sigh for a moment. He probably thought that I was going to inherit my father's business and smuggle arms or something.

Please, how many years have my parents gone ashore for nothing!

I drew the curtains and turned off all the lights.

After mixing the reagent in proportion, I filled the liquid into a glass spray bottle and sprayed the reagent from the floor where the dark brown stain appeared.

In the dark room, large patches of blue fluorescent light began to emerge. In this kind of light, my house has become some kind of mysterious and alien world, revealing the ethereal beauty that is beyond the human world.

However, I, the only witness at the scene, was not in the mood to appreciate this beauty at all.

3-aminophthalohydrazide has a better name, luminol, and if you want to be more popular, luminol.

What I concocted was the famous luminol reagent used in the field of criminal investigation for blood trace detection.

And this level of fluorescent reaction... It is believable to say that I run a slaughterhouse at home.

At first I wanted to doubt the previous owner of the house, but after he finished building this building, I came to the town later, just in time for his meeting to take a fancy to this place, and immediately bought it at a high price.It can be said that it was brand new when I moved in.

Besides, according to the information, he is indeed an honest and responsible person without any criminal record.

I can't say with conscience that this is blood accidentally mixed in by construction workers when mixing cement... First, the amount of bleeding is not that large, and second, these traces are obviously sprayed or dripped in the later stage.

For homeschooling reasons, I understand some blood tests.

There have been more than one murder in my current home, did I do it?Why am I completely clueless?Where did the people I killed come from?There are no missing persons in the town, and there is only one way to enter the town. New faces will definitely be discovered...

How did I dispose of so many corpses?

There were especially many drag marks on the floor, and I followed the blood all the way.

The pattering track meanders all the way to the door of the basement. Since I moved in, I have never been here, and I even forgot the existence of this place subconsciously.

Under the action of the reagent, layers of fluorescent fingerprints appeared on the originally clean door.

I watched them in silence, confronting the abyss within me.

I pushed open the door.

"...Where are you going?"

When I came back to my senses, I found myself standing on the side of the road, holding the handle of the suitcase with one hand.

The taxi driver repeated his question: "Where do you want to go, sir?"

"An Ding Nursing Home." I subconsciously replied, "I'm going to An Ding Nursing Home."

——[Part [-]: Abyss of Dreams, End]——

The author has something to say:

The perspective of this article is the game world Roxi, not the original world.

Brother Xi, you can't sleep well because XANXUS uses your body to come out and kill your wife every night!

(The mind wandering during the day is also due to the appearance of Diablo causing XANXUS to take over the body

The photo was the only two-person photo taken after Rosie and Diablo confirmed their relationship, but Rosie's brain completely blocked Diablo's information after the accident, so he couldn't see Diablo in the photo. (but still love this photo

The stack of landscape photos that Roxi saw in the dungeon were actually taken at the place where Diablo died. If you look at the photos after playing the ending, you can see the corpses of various bosses on it...

感谢在2020-10-2123:59:13~2020-10-2402:23:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Cang Yao 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!