It's time, it's time to switch to the cranial doctor

Even if the opponent has the ability to teleport, at least he should feel it, unless part of his life is [deleted].

The so-called "deletion" includes two levels, one is active and the other is passive.

Active is physical deletion. The other party has a certain skill that can control his consciousness at the moment of contact, and delete a memory of being attacked, but there are no scars on his body, but his sanity value has not decreased, and the evil countermeasures have not been activated. Signs can be ruled out.

It is more interesting to be passive. He himself "forgot" this memory. For some reason, he came to this mountain unconsciously. Until he regained consciousness, the intermediate process was not deleted, but affected by the brain The role of the mechanism is hidden and will only be activated under certain conditions.

This idea is in line with the current state, because Zhou Zhuo did not exercise too much before, and he was in a state of fullness that quickly recovered his physical strength, but his physical strength reached 89% in just a blink of an eye. It's a bit of a problem.

No matter what the process is, the result is always the most important. There were so many accidents on the first night, and the most powerful life-saving means on him all took effect. Zhou Zhuo decided to go back to the hotel immediately and talk about it tomorrow.

At this time, the surrounding fog was thick enough that the maximum visibility was no more than ten meters. Fortunately, this place is not a deep mountain and old forest, but a short mountain. By judging the slope, you can confirm the direction of the downhill, and then follow the straight road all the way to before returning to town.

Zhou Zhuo carefully judged the way out, and walked as far as possible to a concealed place. The group of people had a leg broken by him just now, so they must not let it go.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Zhou Zhuo came to a flat land. According to the visual distance when he got off the car, he would be close to the town in another 15 minutes. Very clear in the night.

Someone is following?

Zhou Zhuo turned his head and saw a distorted shadow standing in the thick fog. A strong sense of horror went crazy from the depths of his brain, and his sanity value soon dropped to 80.

He held the hammer tightly in his right hand, and quietly used the lucky dice in his pocket with his left hand. Although he only rolled 3 points, he was afraid of being judged, but as long as the opponent was alive, he could easily create a slug with his own suit effect if he received such a hammer. fracture.

"Who?" Zhou Zhuo asked in a low voice, but did not rush to answer.

The other party was obviously wise. Realizing that his stalking had been seen through, he took a step back and opened a safe distance. This gave Zhou Zhuo a headache. It seemed that he had to find a way to move some distance in the future.

"If you don't answer, I'm going to do it." Zhou Zhuo continued, thinking about the next plan in his mind.

If you fight here, no matter whether you win or lose, the result will not be very good. Since the opponent is willing to take a step back, then he can go down the steps.

The other party still didn't answer, which made Zhou Zhuo suddenly think of a strange thing, the legend spread from the foggy town.

Walking in the fog, you can see the person you are thinking about... Looking at the figure wrapped in the fog, it does look a bit like Lin Slowly, a little thin and well-defined.

At this time, Zhou Zhuo couldn't help but began to wonder if he had fallen into a new round of hallucinations again. Is the scene in front of him real?Logically speaking, he is not a love brain, so he won't be thinking about it not long after we separated...

But it is still necessary to try, so Zhou Zhuo asked softly towards the other side: "Slow down? Is it you?"

It's hard to say whether the other party has a reaction, because after the words were spoken, the shadow took another step back, and if there was another step away, the thick fog would completely block the sight of the two of them.

Could it be that she, who is in the missing body, doesn't recognize this title in her heart?It is also possible that Zhou Zhuo asked himself that he was not yet familiar with the intimate term "slowly", so he changed it again.

"...Sister?"

This time there was indeed a reaction, but it was an unexpected result. The shadow finally decided not to stand still, turned around and ran, and quickly disappeared into the fog.

Unable to speak, or unwilling to communicate, the other party is far from the Lin in his heart slowly, no matter how you look at it, it is wrong, but the reaction does exist, and it also has a substance, and it will break the branches, which makes Zhou Zhuo not only guess The identity of this person is a villager?Or a passenger on the bus?

The other party chose to go back to the forest, Zhou Zhuo didn't dare to chase deeply, he only took a step back to make sure that there were no personal belongings dropped on the ground, and then he turned around and left.

This time, there was no one chasing after him. After the thickest moment, the fog gradually became thinner. When we came to the foot of the promised pagoda tree, the fog had dissipated in twos and threes, and the visibility returned to less than one kilometer. The outline of half the town.

Originally, he was worried that the people who had been injured earlier would be ambushing nearby, so Zhou Zhuo walked very carefully, like playing a tracking mission, and only walked to places with obstacles, but it turned out that worrying was unnecessary. It is not very decent, only dare to show up in the foggy weather, and leave when the fog clears.

Out of curiosity, Zhou Zhuo followed his memory to find the incident, and proved his guess was correct. Those people were not professional, they didn't even sort out the bloodstains and the traces of dragging on the ground, they just left in a hurry.

Moreover, he could see part of his footprints on the road, leading to the location at the foot of the mountain, but he had never been in that direction in his memory, so he could basically confirm his hallucination guess.

After confirming this news, Zhou Zhuo's harvest tonight is considered complete, and tomorrow he only needs to look for those "familiar faces" in the town.

A man's left leg was smashed into a comminuted fracture. Even if he didn't go to the clinic, he would buy medicine. The clues were quickly connected in series, like a connected rope, leading him to the depths of the fog.

At about two o'clock sharp, Zhou Zhuo returned to the vicinity of the Ryefield Hotel. He took off his bloody clothes ahead of time, returned to his original passenger status, and returned to his room with the help of the night duty officer Ma Lou.

It may be the first time to experience this kind of thing tonight. The three of them didn't sleep. Except for the sudden thick fog, they had a peaceful night without any accidents.

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Hurry up, hurry up, finally get out, my promise is very solid, say [-] is [-]!

Chapter 139 The Origin of the Fog Legend

Back in the room, Zhou Zhuo talked with the other three people about their experiences along the way. Their eyelids twitched, and they couldn't help but put themselves into that environment, imagining what they would do.

"Awesome." Guan Gou gave him a thumbs-up, "If someone finds him staying with the dead body in Malou, I think he will collapse immediately."

A question mark appeared above Ma Lou's head: "Guan Guan Guan Guan Guan, what does it matter to me?"

"Because it's me, I will explain, and Sun Cha will turn around and run away, but your ability to resist pressure is not good. Brother, isn't this reminding you? Everyone should be afraid of fear, but no matter how much you climb, you can't be stupid There, you either run or just go, you have to make a choice.”

"Makes sense."

Zhou Zhuo didn't hide anything about meeting Lin Slowly's shadow on the road, and his buddies in the dormitory had nothing to worry about.

After listening, the three of them basically had the same opinion as Zhou Zhuo, thinking that it was not a ghost, but a real living person, but they didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, and they didn't know which camp they belonged to.

Judging from the information obtained now, Zhou Zhuo divided the people in this town into four factions, one is travelers like them, one is the outsiders who stayed in the local area, the other is the original residents of the town, and finally the people in the fog The group of people I met.

The various factions infiltrate each other, especially the Four Leaf Clover Travel Agency, which has a high probability of having multiple identities. No matter what their purpose is, it will be a big problem to deliberately conceal the disappearance of the tour group, so today Zhou Zhuo is going to spend money from The tour guide got some secrets out of him.

Zhou Zhuo has been sitting in a daze since he came back, thinking about the next coping strategy, the crisis has already appeared, there is some kind of monster in the fog that can kill people invisible, and can create hallucinations, cut off the connection with the sustenance, this time there is no Having a crisis doesn't mean there won't be next time.

In theory, Xiao Jiu should be reachable by calling now, but the question is how to hide her?Existences that are incompatible with the background plot of the dungeon will be greatly restricted, which is a conclusion drawn through testing.

And regardless of strength, Xiaojiu himself is too distinctive, and suddenly brought an exquisite living doll to this kind of dilapidated town, and the whole town might come to watch.

Even if you change into ordinary clothes, it may be difficult to avoid it. After all, anyone who sees such a cute child will remember it fresh. This is a nearly closed and remote area, and it will be very troublesome how to explain her origin.

Although Zhou Zhuo is not the kind of person who will be bound by dead rules and doesn't care about other people's opinions, the problem of consumption is still an unavoidable big pit. After all, Xiao Jiu is not a one-time summon. Well, Sanity is also a big problem.

The death incident at night proves that contradictions have been born, and there may be opportunities to divide people in the same camp. In many cases, force is not the best way, and game planners do not want their carefully written scripts to be violently cracked. , I am afraid that some back-up preparations will be reserved.

After a while, he decided to give up the idea of ​​directly revealing the hole cards on the first day, at least take a look at the relationship between the various factions in the daytime town before making any plans.

In the second half of the night, under Zhou Zhuo's arrangement, the four of them began to take turns to rest. By eight o'clock in the morning, everyone was in good condition, and there was no "fatigue" debuff after excessive exercise, which was enough.

Before going out, Zhou Zhuo made a point of exhorting: "I have already mentioned today's plan yesterday, one thing that needs to be paid attention to is, don't deliberately avoid the topic of the thick fog, it would be strange if you don't know about such a thick fog. "

"You can bluntly say that you saw thick fog last night, and ask the tour guide to take you to a place where fog can form, and distract her, and ask for more relevant information by the way. I have to go to the town to find someone, so I won't follow You are together."

"Row."

The advantage of a large number of people is reflected here. Things that cannot be completed by one person can be handed over to helpers, and they can be used to attract attention. No one will notice where an ordinary student traveler has gone. Double-faced identity, This is his biggest advantage now.

As arranged by Zhou Zhuo, when I went out in the morning, I saw the tour guide aunt talking with the wealthy guest Wansan. At Wansan's invitation, the three of Guan Gou joined the team together, saying that they were taking them for shopping, while Zhou Zhuo Said that he didn't want to join the group, and went around by himself. There was no dangerous area in the town, so no one cared about him.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhou Zhuo still went to the restaurant yesterday to deal with it, and got a full stomach. By the way, he casually chatted with the honest-looking boss.

"Boss, is the legend here true? I saw fog in the middle of the night last night, but no one appeared in the fog."

Although the tourism economy has been declining again and again, after all, food is the most important thing for the people, and the restaurant can barely maintain it. The attitude and expression of the owner are much better than those of other shopkeepers when he came here. It happened that there was no one else in the shop early in the morning, so he was happy Cheerfully chatted with Zhou Zhuo for a few words.

"If everyone has seen the legend, can it still be called a legend? Believe it or not."

This answer is quite scientific.

Zhou Zhuo picked up a spoon to scoop up some hot noodle soup, sucked it up and said: "Outsiders may be unlucky, and you may not meet them after a few days of shopping. Boss, you locals should know something. When it fogs up in the middle of the night, you Aren't you going out?"

This question obviously hit the point. The middle-aged boss hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. Zhou Zhuo immediately understood. He took out 500 game coins from his backpack and stuffed them into the boss's hand.

The boss is like a parent who receives red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. He pushed it away immediately without too much strength: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Traveling always costs money. Giving money to the locals is more reliable than giving it to a tour guide, right?" Zhou Zhuo smiled and stuffed the money back.

Seeing Zhou Zhuo's firm attitude, the boss had no choice but to kick the money into his pocket, his expression immediately changed, from the previous business chat to "private discussion between good buddies".

He came out from the counter, sat opposite Zhou Zhuo's table, and made a gesture of waving: "Tsk, aren't you cheating on my brother? What kind of money is not money, how vulgar, can you be in such a small place?" It is fate to meet each other in different places, so if you don’t say anything, the old man will tell you a few secrets.”

"Hey, tell me." Zhou Zhuo was also very cooperative, pretending to be listening attentively.

Next, the middle-aged Tujia restaurant owner named "Zhang Yingjun" who was not handsome at all told Zhou Zhuo some news that outsiders rarely knew.

The first point is also an extremely important point: the legend about the fog is true, but it is different from the version they heard.

Zhou Zhuo's luck was overwhelming, because the boss he found happened to be the oldest group of locals in the town. He had lived in this land since he was a child, witnessed the transformation from the countryside to a tourist town, experienced glory, and also After going through the trough, I completely see it open, know a lot, and am willing to tell outsiders.

The earliest rumors were that a drunk man in his 50s in the village drank and ran around on the short hill behind. It was originally a cemetery in the village, but after it was changed into a tourist town, it was moved out of appearance. up.

It happened to be foggy at that time, and he habitually came to his wife’s grave, sat in front of the stele, drank and cried, and heard someone talking while crying. When he turned around, he saw his wife sitting on the grave, smiling at him. I am so happy, I will tell everyone about it when I come back.

At that time, the smell of alcohol on his body was as if he had just fished it out of the wine tank. He walked a step and swayed three times. Not to mention seeing his wife who was thinking about it, it was not surprising to see a blue-eyed white dragon on the mountain. The door is clear and he doesn't take him seriously.

But after returning home, the young mayor, who was the secretary of the village committee at that time, came up with an idea in his heart. People get drunk when they drink alcohol. The influence of factors, is it possible to make a fuss about this thing?

He is one of the few educated people in the village. He has seen the outside world and knows that the tourism economy is a good thing. A wave of dividends can feed most people. It is better than hard work and no harvest. So So I moved my mind and planned to use this as a feature to develop the local tourism industry, starting with creating rumors.

Since that day, there have been rumors in the village that you can see your relatives in the thick fog. People don't know whether it is true or not, but most villagers at that time were still in awe of the theory of gods and ghosts. You can hear people talking about this everywhere, and you will listen to it more or less.

After coming and going, this matter slowly spread from person to person. First, I went to the nearest town, and soon someone came to the countryside out of curiosity.

The reason why rumors are rumors is that most people have never seen them before, so they can only spread them. At this time, just talking is not enough, so what should we do?

Two words: actor.

It doesn't need much, as long as there are outsiders, let them perform, howling and talking nonsense in the looming fog, and as time goes by, the rumors continue to spread and slowly become legends.

The fantasy environment of fog and night is always easy for people to imagine. Rumors, performances, and some alcoholic drinks, some people really "think" that they see the person they miss, and they are ecstatic Spread the word outward quickly, and spread the message ten to ten, and the village committee secretary's plan succeeded.

The principle is very simple, three people become tigers, because as long as one person in a hundred sees the scene in the dream, that is enough.

People will always instinctively tend to the opinions supported by more people, thinking that since others can see it but I can't see it, it should be my problem, my luck is not good enough, or my heart is not sincere enough, religious belief is It came out like this.

But in fact, the secretary of the village committee is also very clear in his heart that the existence of religion is not because it is made up, but because the country and the people need this kind of thing to anesthetize themselves.

For the village cadre in charge of planning, as long as the tourism industry in the village can make real achievements for a period of time, it is enough. Then he has political achievements and is promoted to a higher place, and the rest of the mess is handed over to the successor. That's good, anyway, if this one can't be solved, there will be another one, and it has nothing to do with him.

But he is different. He is different from those careerists who disregard the people for the sake of political achievements. He wants to live a better life, and he also hopes to make the soil and water that nurtured him better through his own efforts. The two are the same non-conflicting.

In order to avoid the day when the tourism industry will decline, he has become the mayor of the town and started a new long-term plan, but this time he did not make the plan public. Instead, he formed a department in charge of cultural tourism and worked quietly.

From Boss Zhang's tone, it can be heard that he actually knows the truth, but he is a local, some things can be said, and some things can't be said. , refused to say how much money was given, and kept vague words. After being pestered by Zhou Zhuo for a long time, he barely revealed an important piece of news——

"Brother, if you're really curious, go to the clinic in the town and ask. Dr. Wang and Mayor Yang grew up wearing a pair of underpants when they were young. Before opening the clinic, they belonged to the town's Culture and Tourism Department."

Zhou Zhuo, who got this information, was satisfied and didn't ask any more questions. Before this step, it could be explained as the curiosity of tourists. After all, he looks like a student. It's normal for people of this age to like to ask the bottom line. There is a problem.

The factions currently hiding behind the scenes have not yet surfaced, any one person may have two masks, and one has to be careful.

After leaving the Tujia restaurant, Zhou Zhuo didn't rush to the clinic to inquire about the news like a detective. He knew that such a small place had a lot of eyes, so he casually wandered around the commercial street in the town.

In order to prove his previous conjecture, he bought some things at random, including tourist souvenirs and some exquisite toys. Unfortunately, there was no item information, and they could only be sold as handicrafts or decorations, but Zhou Zhuo still put them away, maybe Some lifestyle players who like to dress up will buy it, who knows.

Unfortunately, during this process, he did not find the four faces from yesterday, and rumors such as "someone died in the fog" or "someone was attacked by gangsters and broke a leg" never appeared in the town. It made Zhou Zhuo a little distressed. It seems that the enemy is not that stupid and knows how to hide himself.

In this way, he wandered alone all morning, and at noon, Zhou Zhuo knew that it was almost time, so he found a suitable place, "accidentally" fell, and broke the skin of his left elbow. Once there, there is a reason to go to the clinic.

He had a hunch that this visit would become the most important part of the whole plot. As a medical student, he would see more information than ordinary people. If the mayor's Doctor Wang wanted to deceive He, then he has to weigh his ability to pretend.

Chapter 140 Why did you bring a hammer to the doctor?

The administrative planning of Misty Town is very simple. Because the initial funds are limited, there is no major action. Instead, it is expanded on the basis of the original countryside, so the distinction between new streets and old streets appears.

Xinjie is naturally the place where Zhou Zhuo and his party lived. The building style here is relatively modern, and the roads are relatively flat. Part of it is poured with cement and part of it is paved with stone slabs, so that it will not be too embarrassing when it rains.

On the other side of the old street is the original rural location, with older houses and poor road conditions. The people living there are basically the elderly and left-behind children. They do not communicate with the residents of Xinjie, and they hardly go out. Stay in the house all day long, waiting for death to come.

They are people who have been abandoned by the times. Everyone's expression is full of gloom, there is no light in their eyes, and they will not be surprised by the presence of outsiders. They just take a look and walk away.

With the fading of the tourism boom, the fields are deserted, and most young people who can't bear it choose to work in the city, and the continuous loss of people directly leads to the current situation of fragmentation.

The activity of the town is declining, and the mayor probably never thought that his original ideas and efforts would reduce the once bustling countryside to such a cold and deserted appearance.

The clinic that Zhou Zhuo was going to next was at the junction of the new street and the old street, a remote corner where few people would pass by by chance.

Zhou Zhuo came to the door of the clinic. It is open at this time, but the door is closed, which is a bit strange. The windows next to it have drawn the curtains, but there is no sign saying that the doctor is out. It seems that they decided to close the door hastily.

He tried to knock on the door, but after repeating it twice, there was still no response in the room, which made Zhou Zhuo subconsciously nervous.

Of course he has not forgotten the lesson of last night. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have committed a murder for no reason. Yesterday might still be today. If it happened again today, he would have to wonder if he got it from that free ticket. Been stared at from the start.

But the problem is, the person who has the most opportunity to plot against him has died in front of him, so who else knows about this and may be behind the scenes?

Zhou Zhuo is by no means the kind who is willing to be calculated, and he has always been good at making tricks with his strength. The other party may think that this level of framing will put him in a dilemma. In fact, this person does not understand Zhou Zhuo's character at all. ——

Anyway, it's all a game. If necessary, it's okay to open someone's head on the street. What's the point of claiming a corpse...

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhuo knocked on the door of the neighbor next door. There lived a gray-haired grandmother. Her ears seemed to be not very good. Zhou Zhuo talked with her for a long time before asking about the situation of the clinic.

Grandma said that the doctor was here in the morning and prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs for her. The door was closed at noon. She planned to buy some traditional Chinese medicine. Her grandson is coming back from vacation. After a supplement, it turned out that the clinic was closed.

Zhou Zhuo didn't have a watch, so he glanced at the clock at Grandma's house. It was 1:[-] pm, which meant that it was only an hour before the door closed, and it wasn't too late for him to come.

After bidding farewell to Grandma and confirming that she had returned to the bedroom from the window, Zhou Zhuo took out the skull hammer from his backpack, smashed the glass door of the clinic with one hammer, reached out and unscrewed the doorknob, and sneaked into the clinic.