Thriller Night Talk

Friday, June 6, at 4:35pm.

Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan and Tian Jiaxin arrived at the long-abandoned Xuanmen Village.

Wei Fuyuan parked his car at the entrance of the village—the place where the search and rescue team found the two empty cars left by the teachers and students of the photography department.

After confirming that there were no traces of missing teachers and students in the village, the search and rescue team evacuated Xuanmen Village in the afternoon. However, after a large-scale search, the dilapidated abandoned village appeared even more dilapidated and messy.

Before the sky was completely dark, the three of Beiquan decided to take a tour of the village to observe the environment.

Xuanmen Village is built along the river valley, facing water in the east and mountains in the west. If viewed from above, the whole village forms a long and narrow "J" shape from south to north. The tail of the "J" in the north is hooked It is the cemetery where the villagers bury the remains of the dead.

Xuanmen Village used to make a living from planting and gathering. At its peak, the population was only 300-[-].

In the past 30 to [-] years, a large number of young and middle-aged laborers have left the village. Only the elderly, women and children stayed behind in the village, and it gradually became depressed. In the end, because of problems such as water sources, electricity and road conditions, the entire village was relocated more than [-] kilometers away with funds from the government. In the plain area at the foot of the mountain, only the deserted village that no one cares about remains.

According to the information obtained by Beiquan, there are a total of 72 large and small houses in Xuanmen Village. The search and rescue team inspected each house one by one, and 34 houses are still relatively well preserved.

Eight teachers and students from the Photography Department of Fengxing University chose to stay overnight in the two rooms at the head of Xuanmen Village, which is the top of the "J" character. The terrain is slightly higher, and the parking lot can be seen from the back of the house.

Beiquan decided to go to the two houses where the teachers and students lived to take a look.

"These houses must be dozens or hundreds of years old, right?"

Wei Fuyuan looked around while walking.

"Every room looks like a dilapidated building, worse than your 'Santuchuan'... The weather forecast says it will rain tonight, so there must be water leaks in the house?"

"Comrade Xiaowei, you are too delicate, you can't do this!"

Tian Jiaxin was holding his precious cup, and his two short legs were moving fast. He trotted all the way, and he was able to keep up with the pace of the two long legs over 1.8 meters tall.

"Look at me, when I usually practice, I eat the wind and drink the dew, and I'm exposed to the sun and rain! You can still have a roof tile to cover your head, but it's just that there is a little rain leaking in the room and you scream, what a shame!"

Wei Fuyuan said in his heart that you, a field qichengjing, of course prefer the open air, otherwise you wouldn't live on the roof of the building every day.

However, he was too lazy to argue with an [-]-year-old childish kid, so he simply reached out and picked up Tian's salary by the collar of his back shirt, lifted him up, and pinched him under his arm, "Don't interrupt the children when adults talk!"

The two of them—or one person and one demon were bickering, Bei Quan and the others had already arrived at the door of two houses where the teachers and students of the Photography Department lived.

The two small courtyards are adjacent to each other, and they are both concave-shaped private houses that are common in the mountainous area of ​​southern Henan. However, because they face south and face north, the positions of the east and west sides are reversed.

Compared with those ruined houses with only broken tiles, these two adjacent small courtyards are relatively well preserved because of their higher location and the backing of the cliff to protect them from wind and rain, except for the east wing room on the left. Aside from the obvious collapse of the roof, the other few rooms can accommodate people if they are tidied up.

The doors of the two small courtyards are wide open, and there are fresh and messy footprints stepped on by the search and rescue team everywhere.

Beiquan didn't go in directly, but let Guanhu Suying out first, and asked him to search the village by himself first.

Then he waved to Wei Fuyuan and Tian Jiaxin, gesturing for them to follow, then turned and entered the small courtyard on the left.

Different from the eerie and mysterious deserted village that Wei Fuyuan imagined, like the scene of a ghost movie, it was not yet dark at this time, and the sun was shining in the sky in early June.

The yard is full of dilapidated furniture that cannot be moved away, plastic products for packaging and broken packaging bags are scattered everywhere. Over the years, it has already been covered with dust, mud and stagnant water.

When Wei Fuyuan walked through the front yard, he accidentally stepped on a broken mat, and the sewage splashed everywhere, leaving a large wet, slippery and sticky mud print on his Martin boots. Some little excitement that was eager to try, suddenly lost interest.

Probably because the teachers and students of the photography department cleaned it up, the house was much tidier than the courtyard, the floor and some usable furniture were hastily wiped down, but the search and rescue team had already collected all the things they found that belonged to the students. After taking it away, all Beiquan and the others could find was rubbish such as leftover food.

"What exactly are we looking for?"

Wei Fuyuan hung behind Beiquan like a tail, watching him turning around the room, touching here and there, but he just couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

"Even the professional search and rescue team has been withdrawn. We can't find the missing person if we wander around here?"

Seeing that the sky outside was getting darker and darker, Wei Fuyuan finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked:

"Those people should not be in the village anymore, right?"

Beiquan straightened his waist and shook his head at Wei Fuyuan.

"No, those students and teachers are still in this village, and they haven't left since the beginning."

He paused, then said:

"I mean, if they're not dead yet."

Wei Fuyuan felt a chill running down his back, and said in his heart, thank you very much, this supplement is so timely!

"You said they were still in the village?"

Young Master Wei looked around, as if subconsciously wanting to confirm Beiquan's judgment:

"But there are only such broken houses in the village, where else can they hide?"

"They are indeed still in Xuanmen Village."

Beiquan replied: "But not the 'now' Xuanmen Village."

He deliberately put an accent on the word "now".

Wei Fuyuan: "What do you mean?"

Beiquan smiled at him:

"Have you heard of 'fragmented space'?"

Poor Young Master Wei, a young man studying business, how could he have heard of such nonsense?

He shook his head aggrievedly, and felt like a primary school chicken who was asked by the teacher but couldn't answer anything.

"The so-called fragmented space is a cycle of time and space formed under some kind of coincidence."

Bei Quan casually picked up a mineral water bottle left by a student as an example.

"You can understand the fragmented space as the bottle in my hand."

Beiquan shook the bottle lightly, and there was still about one-third of the water in the bottle.

"The body of the bottle is the 'shell' of the debris space, and its size determines the size of the 'space' that can be accommodated inside. The water inside is the 'time' it contains."

Wei Fuyuan let out an "oh", his expression was still very dazed.

"The size of the 'bottle' determines how much space it can hold..."

he asked:

"But what about the 'time' represented by the water in it?"

In Wei Fuyuan's conception, time is like a flowing river, rushing to the sea and never returning, it can only flow forward, so it is impossible to understand how it can be stored in a "container".

Beiquan smiled slightly:

"Because the time in the debris space is fixed."

He explained:

"The time in it will keep repeating. If you are in it, you will find that you have been spending the same period of time-it may be a day, or a month or even a year. It is not surprising."

Beiquan shook the mineral water bottle in his hand more vigorously, "It depends on how much 'water' is in the 'bottle'."

Wei Fuyuan suddenly realized:

"Isn't this "The Fate of Tomorrow"!"

In all kinds of soft and hard science fiction novels, movies and TV dramas, it is not uncommon to have time loops. Wei Fuyuan has also seen two or three of them.

The older "Groundhog Day" and the more recent "Death Day × Joy", the core setting is that the protagonist repeatedly experiences the same period of time, and tries hard to change his final ending in repeated cycles.

"So, you mean, those missing teachers and students are just like Cruise, repeating the same time somewhere?"

"You can understand that."

Bei Quan had never watched "Tomorrow ○ Fate", and he didn't know who Brother Cruise was, so he just smiled inscrutablely and changed the subject.

"So, what we need to determine now is where exactly is the entrance to that debris space."

He tapped the bottle cap of the mineral water bottle:

"Then try to get in and fish people out."

Wei Fuyuan: "...It sounds very dangerous..."

He muttered under his breath:

"...doesn't this really trap us in it too?"

Tian Jiaxin, who was following the two of them, stepped on Wei Fuyuan's shoe:

"Bah bah bah, Tongyan Wuji! Tongyan Wuji!"

The child puffed up his face and cursed angrily:

"Don't you know the idiom 'one sentence becomes a prophecy'? You can talk nonsense in such a dark place!?"

Although Tian Jiaxin is chubby and slightly fatter, he is still a normal weight for a three-year-old baby. To Wei Fuyuan, stepping on his feet is just painless, but Master Wei is still very unconvinced :

"I'm just telling the truth!"

He stared at the slightly slender mouth of the mineral water bottle in Beiquan's hand, and argued:

"Before taking risks, you always have to make a record in advance, right?"

This time, Beiquan agreed with Wei Fuyuan:

"Xiao Wei said it well."

He frowned, stroked the mineral water bottle with his fingertips, and muttered to himself:

"The fragmented space this time...I always feel...something seems to be wrong..."

At this moment, a white shadow quickly entered through the wall and got to Beiquan's feet.

It was Guanhu Suying who had returned.

The little fox circled Beiquan's calf a few times, then "swished" onto the master's shoulder, and rubbed against his cheek a few times, as if communicating in a way that only the two of them could understand.

"It turned out to be so?"

Beiquan frowned deeply.

"...If the ghosts of anger are not even in the village, then things will be even more interesting."

The author has something to say: The manually coded movies in it are "Edge of Tomorrow", "Groundhog Day" and "Happy Death Day" XDDD~