When I become the official match of the full-level Tu Huang [Unlimited]

This afternoon, Yitu was sitting in Mr. He's study room, a European-style desk lamp was on, and the dim light couldn't reach the other side of the table, nor could it clearly illuminate the tired face of the old man.

Yitu held the book and read three horror stories to the hero.

He read very slowly, and sometimes even paused for a long time on purpose. If Mr. He didn't make a sound to remind him, he would grasp this subtle boundary and continue to delay the time.

Fortunately, the old man's energy is limited, and Yitu's voice when reading is light and weak, and the stories are always intermittent.

He wanted to remind him aloud, but the nurse seemed to know what he was thinking, and continued to read before opening his mouth.

Mr. He fell asleep in the wheelchair, Yitu gently closed the book, and carefully carried him into the bedroom.

Obviously looking at a very tall man, after aging, he looks a little frighteningly light.

Yitu noticed the empty cuffs of his trousers. After his legs were crippled, his muscles were all atrophied, and he had already lost consciousness. He looked a little pitiful.

Yitu closed the bedroom door, and walked back and forth in the room by himself, looking around.

He didn't know how to pass this level, but his intuition told him that this was probably the last level.

He went to the study and picked up the story collection again, flipped through it repeatedly, and read it.

Mr. He said that his lover wrote the agreed time in the story collection.

But so far, the horror games that Yitu has experienced have not clearly involved the specific time.

There's no date that matches a love story unless it hasn't happened yet.

Thinking of this, Yitu only felt his heart constrict.

He knew that he was almost overwhelmed, and no one could survive an infinite loop.

It consumes not only time and life, but also human will.

Yitu anxiously bit her finger, and soon her fair finger was bleeding.

He didn't feel any pain, and for a while, his thoughts drifted far away.

He thought of Xu Heng who jumped off the cliff, thought of the words on the black stone tablet, thought of the back of Jiang Hanyu who turned and left...

They turned into big black nets, surrounding Yitu, strangling him to the point of suffocation.

In his opinion, there is no boundary between madness and reason. He thought of the white treatment room and his attending physician.

He has always been a patient who can't find the door, a traveler who stays in place.

Yitu's will is sinking, at a speed invisible to the naked eye, the hope of life is getting farther and farther away, and the thought of seeking death is getting closer and closer.

For a moment, he even felt that the trial of this level might be waiting for death.

Only by sacrificing oneself can one embrace the god of death, become his believer, and become the son of his god.

But that moment was actually very short, Yitu only dared to think about it.

He licked his palate, tasted the taste of blood, but still couldn't feel the truth.

He stood in the dim room, like an unconscious zombie, with a withered face and hunched back, he didn't look like a living person anyway.

During the dinner, Pa Ji came over to deliver the meal to Mr. He, and Yitu also got his share.

In European manors like this, the lords would have their own servants and servants for farming and animal husbandry to ensure the self-sufficiency of the manor.

Pa Ji ignored Yitu, she entered the room as if waking up Mr. He.

Yitu, on the other hand, carried the food to the small table to eat in silence, and occasionally could hear the low voice of Paji and the master talking.

After a while, Paji came out with the dinner plate, Yitu glanced up and barely moved.

Paggy glanced down at him, turned and left the room without even lowering her head.

Yitu didn't care at all, after thinking about it, he still carried the dinner plate and walked to Mr. He's bedroom door.

Before he could think of words, he heard the tired voice of the hostess from inside the door.

"Yitu, I need to rest for a while, please don't disturb me."

Yitu froze for a moment, could an old man's hearing be so sensitive?What's more, he was still stepping on a wool carpet under his feet.

"Okay, Mr. He."

Yitu sat in the study until after ten o'clock, and there was no movement in Mr. He's bedroom, so he decided to go back to his room to rest.

His room is on the right side of the study, not far from Mr. He's master bedroom.

It was probably because the day was too peaceful, or Yitu didn't finish reading the storybook, which brought him a sense of security.

He fell asleep quickly, thinking that nothing would happen that night.

He won't go into the horror loop again until the story is over.

But he was wrong. After falling asleep, he was still writing the story collection.

The empty nameless town, the dark sky, and all kinds of birds that fell to death at his feet.

There was some confusion in Yitu's eyes, which was quickly replaced by numbness.

---------------------------------

The door to the nurse's room was not locked so that the master could push it open at any time.

The wheelchair rolled slowly and even with difficulty on the fine wool carpet, but the only good thing was that it didn't make any noise.

The host stopped by the nurse's bed. In the darkness, any expression was hidden, only the eyes staring at the person on the bed were still bright.

Yitu didn't know what happened in his room, his body seemed to be pressed tightly against the bed by something, unable to struggle or move.

The light eiderdown quilt covered her body, which was as heavy as a mountain.

The host didn't pay much attention to the person struggling on the bed, he just stared at the hideous and painful face of the nurse.

The next morning, Yitu opened his eyes from the bed, as if he had been fished out of the water, with a very haggard look.

He opened the door and found that Mr. He was already enjoying breakfast at his special table.

Of course he saw Yitu's blue and white face, but he didn't say anything, and pointed to the small table, which meant that his share was there.

Yitu wasn't in the mood to eat, so he casually took a couple of mouthfuls after washing up.

He asked Mr. He if he wanted to listen to the story, and Mr. He looked at him for a while before nodding.

After getting permission, Yitu hurried into the study, picked up the book and turned to the catalog page.

Sure enough, another story was added to the catalogue, 2 of Spades: Bird Attack.

Yitu was a little out of breath, he looked down at Mr. He, but the old man didn't respond at all.

Yitu struggled for a few seconds, then sat down and read the story to him.

This time, Yitu didn't deliberately slow down his speech, but after reading a story, he raised his head and asked:

"Mr. He, if you remember the promise you made with your lover, don't you need to listen to the story again?"

The old man raised his head belatedly, "Of course, you know that I have actually heard it many times."

"But what if there is no answer you want in this book?" Yitu said suddenly.

Who knew that when these words came out, the old man's expression suddenly changed:

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! The time I agreed with him is in the storybook!"

"It's just that I can't see it...I'm old and I can't see it!"

The old man suddenly raised his head to look at Yitu, his eyes were gloomy and terrifying, and he said:

"If you can't see it, then I can only change to a smarter nurse."

Yitu was silent, he already knew the conditions for passing the level.

However, he couldn't find the answer to pass the level.

Taking advantage of the host's afternoon nap, Yitu left his activity area.

He tried talking to the servants in the castle, but most ignored him.

It's not that they don't know Chinese, on the contrary, all the servants here can speak Chinese, but they can't communicate in Chinese.

Yitu guessed that this was probably requested by Mr. He, and even the housekeeper Pai Ji was the same, and they also communicated in Chinese.

Thinking of Pa Ji, Yitu can only wait for her if he wants to find her.

The castle is so big, the manor is so big, but Yitu can't even get out of the former.

He could only wait patiently until 04:30 in the afternoon, when Pa Ji came to clean Mr. He's room.

Yitu stopped her at the door, Paji still had that serious expression.

"What's the matter sir?"

Yitu motioned her to walk aside, he remembered how sensitive the male master's hearing was.

"Paggy, do you know who Mr. He's lover is? Or do you know some of Mr. He's experiences when he was young?"

Hearing this, Paggy's eyes widened slightly, and her tone of voice became more severe:

"With all due respect, this is not something you can know. As Mr. He's nurse, you just need to take good care of him."

Yitu was not timid at all, he looked back at each other:

"But you said that I will do my best to meet Mr. He's request."

Paggy froze for a moment and didn't say anything, as if she knew the secret behind it.

Yitu went on to say:

"Mr. He is looking for the time he and his lover once agreed. Will there be an answer in that storybook?"

"I don't know, maybe you don't know either, but no one found it before me, let alone know after me."

Paggy was stunned by his appearance, and after a while, she deliberated and said:

"I don't know much, Mr. He... I suffered from mental illness when I was young, that kind of aggressive mental illness."

"He was sent back to his hometown in China by his father, where he received treatment for a period of time, and when he was picked up again, he brought back the storybook."

Yitu suppressed his excitement and asked:

"What year was that? How many years did Mr. He return to China? How many years was he brought back here?"

He has an intuition, and the answer in his heart seems to be ready to come out.

Paggy thought for a while and replied, "I don't know when he went to China, but he was sent here in 1977."

"And stayed here, or imprisoned here." A sneer flashed across Paggy's face.

It wasn't the desired answer, Yitu didn't realize it, and it took a while before he opened his mouth and said:

"Then do you know who Mr. He's lover is?"

Paggy shook her head, "I don't know."

"Because that person is already dead."

"What?" Yitu froze for a moment.

Pa Ji continued: "It is because of his death that Mr. He fell ill again..."

"Mr. He almost shot and killed his parents. I heard that he just wanted to commit suicide at that time. Who would have thought that he would be accidentally injured."

Speaking of this past, Paggy's voice became very low.

"In what year did his lover die?" Yitu's question was still very calm, so calm that Paji couldn't continue.

She answered the question and ended the conversation voluntarily.

"Died in the summer of 1975."