Forces of Temptation

Being reminded by Nan Zhou, Li Yinhang's goosebumps almost went straight to Tianling Gai.

She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she directly synesthetized the previous experience of eating brain tea and the current environment.

She suspected she smelled a faint smell of raw fat.

Even breathing became greasy.

Under such psychological pressure, Li Yinhang felt nauseated even to breathe.

Is this a fucking psychic attack?

Thinking of the unprecedented difficulty of "Star Coin 11", Li Yinhang felt that he was going to die for the first time.

Seeing Li Yinhang's face turn red, Jiang Fang touched her shoulders, removed the decorative silver chain from the choker, and shook it gently in front of her eyes, creating circles of halos under the thin light. , successfully attracted Li Yinhang's attention.

Jiang Fang: "Are you afraid of claustrophobic spaces?"

Li Yinhang tried his best to adjust his breathing, and answered quickly, "No."

Jiang Fang: "Afraid of the dark?"

Li Yinhang shook his head.

Jiang Fang: "Afraid of sound?"

Li Yinhang: "A little bit."

Jiang Fang: "Smell?"

During the conversation with Jiang Fang, Li Yinhang struggled and climbed back from the edge of the cliff bit by bit with his broken mentality.

She goes out of her way to face her fears with "expressing fears": "Mmm."

Jiang Fang's eyes were full of intriguing tenderness: "There is no smell here. You can breathe at ease."

Seeing that Li Yinhang's breathing became smoother, Jiang Fang smiled and turned to leave.

Almost as soon as he turned around, his smile disappeared naturally.

His gentleness is special, and he doesn't want people who are lagging behind to exist in the team.

The problem is solved, and naturally there is no need for his tenderness.

He walked to Nan Zhou's side: "Teacher Nan, are you feeling alright?"

At this moment, a san value monster was looking around, showing no signs of discomfort: "What?"

Jiang Fang: "...it's nothing."

Nan Zhou turned his head and saw that Li Yinhang's face was still red and white, he couldn't help frowning: "Yinhang is not feeling well?"

Li Yinhang tried hard to swallow the acid water flooding in his mouth: "It's almost done."

Nan Zhou's tone was a little confused: "Why are you uncomfortable?"

Li Yinhang's eyes were filled with sorrow, and his eyes were blurred with tears from the disgust of the residual acid reflux.

— It’s not that you said we were in other people’s heads.

After Li Yinhang euphemistically expressed the source of his discomfort, Nan Zhou did not immediately express his understanding.

Nan Zhou: "You feel sick, so you will vomit anytime."

Nan Zhou: "It's very impolite to spit in other people's heads."

Nan Zhou: "Since you have the initiative to disgust others, why are you still uncomfortable?"

Li Yinhang: "..."

Li Yinhang suddenly felt better.

The effect of Nanzhou logic is even more outstanding than Jiang Fang's distraction.

After the hard core comforted Li Yinhang, Nan Zhou had already stepped on the soft medullary carpet, resisting the ubiquitous chewing sound, and came to a "door" in the central corridor.

When he really stepped into this "corridor", Nanzhou felt the slight bumps and roughness under his feet.

Like walking on uneven ground.

And this door, should it be the entrance of some kind of brain matter?

Nan Zhou knocked on the door and said politely, "Is anyone there?"

Jiang Fang: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know whether the silence was more terrifying, or if someone responded.

Li Yinhang finally regained his strength.

She obediently stood beside Nan Zhou, and together with him, she looked at the ordinary door in front of her, whose surface seemed to be covered with white spider silk.

There is a little distance between the crack of the door and the ground, and there is a faint light inside.

Nan Zhou knelt down on one knee and looked inside the crack of the door.

The light that comes out is multicolored, with a bit of an illusionary halo, like the sheen of sunlight reflecting on oil paint.

Nan Zhou whispered to himself:

"If we were really inside a person's head..."

"What kind of a person would this be?"

After confirming their eyes with the other two people and making sure that everyone is ready, Nan Zhou pushed down the doorknob.

The surrounding scene suddenly changed.

The strange chewing sound disappeared.

The door they entered also disappeared completely in front of and behind them the moment it opened.

A breeze mixed with the smell of wood and book ink is blowing.

Nan Zhou opened his eyes and found that they were in a huge... single-story library.

The huge dome of the library is like a page of a book being turned. One corner is raised high, driving the other triangles to undergo subtle deformations.

The bookshelves are the same oak as the floor and walls.

There are many curved bookshelves in the shape of brackets, firmly enclosing the three of them.

Nan Zhou took a few steps forward, walked past several shelves of books, and found that the bookshelves were arranged in no order at all, as if they were arranged according to their heart's desire.

And the three of them had an extra hardcover book in their hands.

Nan Zhou opened the book.

The book is blank.

From the title page to the last page, there is no single word or picture.

The white paper was flipped over in his palm, and there was a crackling sound, which made people feel empty.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang exchanged a look.

Nan Zhou: "I'll go up and have a look."

As he spoke, Nan Zhou clamped the blank book by his side, stepped on the edge of the bookshelf nearby, jumped three times and stood on the top of the bookshelf.

They're right in the middle of this weird library.

The circles overlap, and the order is taken from the chaos.

Layers of curved bookshelves expand from the center, echoing each other.

It's like a maze in the gossip array.

Finally, a perfect circle is formed.

The only exit of this labyrinth-like bookshelf is directly south of them.

It was a wooden door carved with strange embossed patterns.

Jiang Fang observed the surrounding environment from below, and asked him at the same time, "What did you see?"

Nanzhou briefly summed it up: "The bookshelf is like a maze. If you go out of the maze, there is still a door."

Li Yinhang cheered up: "If we get out of this maze and get out of the door, we will win, won't we?"

Nan Zhou lowered his head and said seriously: "No."

Just as Li Yinhang was about to speak, he saw a one-legged tin soldier carrying a gun jump over and appear at the end of the bookshelf.

Jiang Fang turned sideways and quickly protected Li Yinhang behind him, with his hands behind his back, and took out the attacking cards.

Nan Zhou sat on the top of the bookshelf, with one leg hanging down, looking at the tin soldier who was only as tall as his knees.

... eyes full of curiosity.

The tin soldier tapped the ground with his spear in his hand, and said in a melodious short male voice:

"You want to open the door to get out, don't you?"

"Use your brain and come help him."

After speaking, it kicked the pointed leather shoes and jumped forward.

Li Yinhang and Jiang Fang met their gazes and chose to follow.

Nan Zhou didn't walk below, but stepped between the bookshelves, his steps were light and soundless, so as to help them point out the nearest road.

It was also good to be sure that there were no ambushes or traps along the way the tin soldiers led them.

Under the leadership of the tin soldier, it took them 10 minutes to go around these maze-like bookcases.

They came to the door easily.

Li Yinhang didn't understand what Nan Zhou meant until he reached the door.

On the door with concave and convex patterns, there is a chess board inlaid.

There is a human figure that looks like a mummy, with shoulder-length hair draped over his shoulders, and a withered hand resting on one side of the chessboard, guarding the endgame of sunspots in front of him, with a pair of dry eyeballs open. , The blue-gray fine lines that almost droop to the corners of the mouth.

He is like a clay puppet who is determined to sit here and die, and it will disintegrate on the spot with a little poking of a finger.

And the white chess that he was playing against was not so much a person, but more like the door.

White moves without hands, without wind.

When they came to the chessboard, the black chess had been checked to death by the white chess.

The black king chess fell on the board, shimmering like glass.

The tin soldier stood on tiptoe, admiring the chessboard seriously, and talking to the mummy: "I lost again."

Facing the chessboard, the mummy was silently lost in thought.

Li Yinhang: "..."

The player who had only played backgammon at the same table in class looked carefully at the other two, and whispered, "Which of you... has played this before..."

She couldn't even recall the official name of chess for a moment.

After holding back for a long time, she said in a general way: "...Chess?"

Nanzhou stared at the chessboard: "I can learn now."

Jiang Fang stared at Nan Zhou: "Understand a little."

Nan Zhou really looked at him.

Jiang Fang's smile was much gentler: "When I was in college, I participated in two school-level competitions." Because there were bonuses.

Nan Zhou's eyes lit up as he wished: "Teach me later."

Jiang Fang has already noticed the abnormality on the chessboard, stretched out his hand, and at the same time gently promised: "... definitely."

He found that eight black chess pieces were still on the original cloth and had not moved from beginning to end.

And when he tried to move the pieces, he realized that the eight black pieces seemed to be cast on the chessboard, and they couldn't be moved at all.

A chariot, a bishop, a knight, and four imperial guards were all blurred and unable to move at all.

Eight against sixteen, it would be strange to win.

It seemed that the tin soldier had not come to invite them to play chess.

Sure enough, the tin soldier guided the boat with his spear and said, "Here. Those who are looking for chess pieces, I brought them to you."

The mummy didn't look up.

He just rolled his eyelids, and the "Cubic Ark" heard the crackling sound of his dry skin.

There was something that made Li Yinhang dare not think about its specific ingredients, and it fell on his knees along his eyelids.

The tin soldier seemed to be afraid that if he made a sound, he would shatter on the spot first, and turned his head with a click, and blinked at the three of Nanzhou with his round cartoon eyes: "My friend, I lost an important chess piece."

"Their souls are too naughty. They are always attracted by fresh stories related to them, and they run to hide in various books."

"As long as the books that belong to them are brought to the board, they can be resurrected on the board."

"All you have to do is find them."

"My friend won the chess, you can go out."

The tin soldier's eyes fixed on them, and his voice grew low.

"However, we need to agree on a few taboos."

"Taboo one, don't destroy the bookcase."

"Taboo two, do not disturb. My friend needs to concentrate on playing chess and hates interruptions."

"Taboo three, don't be seen by other tin soldiers. I take you to help my friends, it's cheating. Every three or ten minutes, they will patrol the museum in groups of five. If you are seen by them, You will be considered thieves; if they catch you, you will be made tin soldiers."

"Friendly reminder, they will come in about 10 minutes."

"Every taboo I violated..."

"The book in your hand will eat part of your story."

The righteous tin soldier raised his spear against them.

"Help my friend win."

"Or, stay and be one of our stories."

Li Yinhang turned his head to look at the maze-like mountains and seas of books behind him, and his head buzzed several times.

"Eat the story"?

"Become a story"?

what does this mean?

Could it be that memory is eaten by books?

And then... turn into a creature like this emotionless chess-playing machine in front of me?

Before she could figure it out, she heard Nan Zhou seriously pointing at the dead chess pieces and asking Xi Bing for advice: "Is it okay to break it off? It's not difficult to break it off."

Tin Soldier: "..."

Nan Zhou took the initiative and said, "I'll show you."

The tin soldier raised his pocket spear and stopped Nanzhou from moving. He was obviously a staunch defender of the rules of the game.

After that, it stood on tiptoe and continued to watch his mummified friend's chess game.

Li Yinhang, who was inexplicably stuffed with a strange task, was at a loss, and muttered softly: "But what does this have to do with 'brain invasion'?"

Nan Zhou, who failed to do something just now, expressed surprise with an extremely flat expression: "Probably because this is the superior frontal gyrus in the frontal lobe of the brain? It is in charge of movement, learning, planning, calculation and working memory?"

After putting forward this unrestrained conjecture, he looked at the overlapping sea of ​​books: "These books may have been read by the owner of this brain."

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