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

Paji's answer inevitably reminded Yitu of the black box he got from the death code playing field.

Such a sentence was engraved on the dusty box cover.

The story begins in the spring of 1974.

However, Mr. He's lover died in the summer of 1975.

It’s not that Yitu and Xiang Mingjue have speculated about the origin of Gambler’s Game. Vague data shows that Gambler’s Game was probably invented in 1975.

He was a little hesitant, always feeling that things were not that simple, but they didn't seem to be that complicated.

After serving Mr. He's meal, Pa Ji didn't look at Yitu again, and left with the plate.

Yitu knew what he was going to do next, he pushed Mr. He to the study, sat down and picked up the storybook again.

When he finished reading the second story, Mr. He reminded him that he wanted to rest.

Yitu pushed the wheelchair again, and carried the old man back to the bed.

The room became very quiet again, and Mr. He didn't wake up until it was almost dark, calling Yitu's name from inside the door.

Yitu picked him up and put him on the wheelchair, and carefully wiped the fine sweat off the old man's face with a wet handkerchief, just like a real nurse.

"Do you know the time I agreed with him?" Mr. He asked suddenly.

Yitu was stunned for a moment, looking at the old man's drooping eyelids, he was thinking about how to answer.

"Sir, I don't think I can give an answer just yet."

Mr. He forced a smile, "As you can see, I'm running out of time, and you..."

"There is only one chance."

Yitu's hand holding the wet handkerchief gradually became cold, he didn't say anything, and Mr. He went straight back to his room.

Yitu stayed in the study, continuing to hold the book in a daze.

The story begins in the spring of 1974. Does it mean that Mr. He and his lover met in 1974?

After they separated, one of them died in the summer of 1975.

It is very likely that Mr. He was not the first to know the news of his lover's death, so in 1977 Mr. He fell ill due to this and was detained by his parents in this manor.

If this collection of horror stories was the inspiration for Gambler's Game, it's quite possible that it was produced in 1975.

Although the time is a bit rushed.

Yitu thought wildly in the study for a while, but couldn't think of a reason, so he went back to his room.

He tried to stay awake as much as possible, but in fact he didn't last until 11 o'clock, and the sleepiness was like a mountain, and his consciousness became more and more chaotic.

Not long after Yitu fell asleep, his door was opened again.

The old man and the wheelchair appeared at the door, and slowly moved to Yitu's bedside.

He looked at his nurse's sweaty face, frowning, and nightmare-like expression.

He just watched quietly without making any movement.

After a while, another tall and thin man appeared at the door, his face covered by shadows.

He called Mr. He "Uncle", but the old man moved his fingers on his lap, but did not respond.

The young man thought for a while and didn't come in again, but said in a very gentle tone:

"Uncle, we are almost there."

"Are you happy? By then, you will be able to truly get rid of death..."

"I'll never be alone again."

The young man said the latter sentence very vaguely, and his voice was very low.

Mr. He didn't respond to his nephew's words, he just stared at Yitu on the bed, and asked:

"Will he die too?"

The young man tilted his head, not sure:

"Maybe."

"But these are not important, as long as you can continue to live, it doesn't matter how many more you die."

Mr. He still didn't speak, as if he couldn't understand what the young man was saying.

He just wondered about it, he always wondered why his nurses died one after another.

Although they both look young, they share similar nightmares when they fall asleep at night.

The neglected young man was a little discouraged, sighed slightly, muttered "really uncle", then turned and left.

Yitu was tortured to the point of death by the horrific scene in his dream, and finally escaped from the story collection with his last bit of strength.

The moment he woke up, he sat up suddenly and panted heavily.

Then, he met a pair of dimly lit eyes in the darkness.

Yitu's heart skipped a beat, and his whole body froze.

And Mr. He who suddenly appeared in his room didn't even give an explanation, he just looked at him calmly, then pushed the wheelchair and left the room.

As if nothing had happened.

Yitu, who was sitting on the bed blankly, took a long time to think of a problem belatedly. Mr. He is disabled, and it is impossible for him to move from the bed to the wheelchair by himself.

In other words, in this space, besides him and Mr. He, there should be a third person.

Yitu got out of bed, and he searched for Mr. He in the dark room, but to no avail.

But at the door of the room, I saw a little scarlet, and a tall figure that snuffed out that scarlet.

The man left, Yitu didn't even see his face.

Just when countless possible thoughts popped up in Yitu's mind, Mr. He's voice suddenly sounded from behind:

"He's my nephew."

"Nephew?" Yitu frowned, isn't he the so-called revived lover?

"Well, he visits me sometime."

Yitu didn't quite understand, "But sir, it's three o'clock in the morning...?"

Who would visit uncle at this hour?

Mr. He nodded, "Well, Ah Yi is an illegitimate child, maybe his status is inconvenient."

"Is that so?" Yitu's voice was a little uncertain.

But Mr. He didn't want to talk anymore, so Yitu pushed the wheelchair back to his room.

In the early morning of the next day, Yitu woke up very early, before Paggy came to deliver breakfast, he was already reading the book of stories.

Mr. He called him, and Yitu put down his book to help the old man get dressed.

"Have you found the answer?" Mr. He raised his arm with difficulty and asked with lowered eyes:

"That book... I've read it so many times, I can't find it, they just look like normal horror stories."

Yitu replied, "Yes, but sir, you said the answer is in the book."

"That's right, the answer must be in the book, Xiaoyi won't lie to me."

Yitu's movements paused, and his intuition told him that they were not the same person, even though their names had the same pronunciation.

"Your lover Xiaoyi really didn't lie to you." Yitu suddenly put away her hands and stood up.

Mr. He was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him puzzled.

Yitu ignored him and ran straight to the study to get the story collection, holding it in his hands.

"In this book, there is no agreed time between you and Xiaoyi. It exists only to prove that Xiaoyi has indeed appeared in your life."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Mr. He's face became very gloomy, and he didn't know whether it was because of the first half or the second half of the sentence.

Yitu is fearless:

"This book was created in the spring of 1974. You and Xiaoyi were forced to separate on the day you got the book, or maybe not long after."

"You may really have an agreement to meet again, but no one is sure when."

"Later you were deported back to China, and only one year later, Xiaoyi, whom you liked, died in 1975."

Yitu's speech became faster and faster, and Mr. He's hand holding the handle of the wheelchair became stronger and stronger, as if he was about to stand up in a second.

"You didn't know it at the time. You didn't know the truth until 1977. Then you went crazy and were locked up in this manor."

The old man's eyes were completely reddened by his words, but he gritted his teeth and did not say a word.

Yitu was able to continue talking, "The so-called appointed time you are looking for is actually the time when this book was created."

"In 1974, this collection of stories was born under the pen of Xiao Yi."

"In 1974, Xiaoyi was still alive. You may or may not be with him."

"But what does it matter, as long as you can go back to 1974, you can do whatever you want."

Hearing this sentence, Mr. He laughed "hoho", "How can I go back to 1974?"

Yitu froze for a moment, his expression suddenly became a little complicated.

"Yeah, no one can turn back time."

"So you are delusional about creating a brand new world that can accept life and death across time, just like the card people in the story, with infinite death and infinite loop."

"This book of stories is your source of inspiration, the foundation upon which you create new worlds, but you forget when it was born."

"Because everything that happens in the new world is after the birth of the story collection, time is your axis, and the game world cannot exist against it."

Yitu thought for a while and said:

"I was wrong at the beginning. The story started in the spring of 1974, not the story of you and Xiaoyi."

Rather, the beginning of this collection of stories.

Mr. He was silent and did not speak. He forgot something and was looking for something paranoid.

Now that Yitu told him, he can recall some vague things.

"Did you know that some people are born rebellious, with a brutal lunatic gene in their body."

"I am like this, and so is Ayi."

Mr. He raised his head and squinted his eyes, calmly watching the darkness.

In fact, recalling his whole life, before the age of 24, he always had the existence of wanting wind and rain.

His mother was the only son of a prominent family, and his father was also the son of a wealthy businessman in China.

The combination of the two gave birth to He Tianli, who is selfish and arrogant.

If He Tianli had not had such a car accident at the age of 24, he would not have fallen into complete darkness.

After the age of 24, he became a laughing stock in that circle. Although the sick tiger still has some power, the bite does not hurt anymore.

What's more, at that time, He Tianli's parents were already preparing for pregnancy in order to have a healthy heir.

It sounded like a joke, the love he had received for so many years was ruthlessly lost because of his disability.

After He Tianli's brother who was 26 years younger than him was born, he couldn't stay in this family any more.

Especially at the sight of the weak, crying baby, the utter madness reached its peak.

It's not that he didn't try to kill someone, but unfortunately, he was discovered by the maid who took care of the baby.

After that, He Tianli never saw his cute little brother again.

He was even sent to a nursing home by his parents to treat the blood and violence in his head.

The doctor said that he was ill and his mind was severely damaged, but he also told him that it was just a kind of mental trauma that could be repaired.

As long as he can feel and is willing to take the initiative to receive love.

It's a pity that He Tianli was unwilling.

He has shut out the whole world, and his only companions are death documentaries and some animal carcasses he found somewhere.

It is true that He Tianli's personal freedom was restricted, but his parents still gave him a lot of money, enough to satisfy any of his demands.

He can even buy a real living person with money, kill and plan the same thing.

When he did act like this, again, unfortunately, his parents came to visit him and found out about the horror.

At that time, his knife had just cut the belly of the black woman, and he hadn't even cut through the fat layer completely.

He even gave her expensive anesthetics, just in case she would lose her interest by waking up and screaming.

He Tianli didn't understand that he had memorized it to such an extent.

Then he was thrown back to his hometown, a backward province in China, by his angry father.

His grandfather also heard about the absurd things he did, found some people who had no good looks and threw him on a remote mountain in his home.

It was at that time that he met his only salvation.