night.
has arrived quietly...
The sky, which was originally covered by black clouds, now looks even deeper.
Below Beiyan Tower.
Thousands of people gathered here, like social animals gathering together to keep warm, covering the entire Beiyan Tower area.
Beside the crowd.
There is a natural barrier formed by chaos, like a huge sharp blade, completely isolating this city from other places.
What can be seen through the barrier.
There are only messy scenes similar to data reorganization...
Someone was bumped while fleeing, and blood flowed from his head, staining half of his face red.
Some people were even wearing pajamas, and their slippers had been kicked off somewhere, shivering among the crowd.
Others were desperately trying to move their positions in the crowd.
I want to find my lost "relatives and friends".
But it is helpless.
This place is so crowded...
Even if you sit still on the ground, someone will accidentally step on your shoes from time to time.
"What...what should we do now?"
Someone in the crowd seemed to ask.
Now that something like this happens, most people are tossing and turning in confusion.
The city's sirens have gone silent.
It is not known whether it was because the power supply was damaged or the machine malfunctioned.
In a dark environment.
Some people want to take out their mobile phones to shine some light, or call their companions who have escaped from them.
But when he took it out.
Only then did I realize that my cell phone had no signal at all.
Moreover, the battery is seriously insufficient, and we will soon face the consequences of shutting down...
"Brother, can you borrow your cell phone? I can make a call."
"It's not that I won't lend it to you. I'm poor and can't afford a mobile phone at all..."
"I'm sorry...can I borrow this, young lady?"
"My cell phone has no signal and is about to be turned off."
"..."
Facing the resurgence brought about by memory.
Everyone's sentences also incorporated some vocabulary that was not available in this era.
They found out after asking about the handover one by one.
Almost all the electronic devices that can be used for communication here are almost paralyzed. Only the screenless MP3 can still be used...
"This black cloud has now covered the entire sky. Have you noticed anything strange?"
A question came from nowhere.
Everyone who heard it shook their heads.
"No, there's almost nothing wrong except it's a little darker than usual at night."
Among the crowd under Beiyan Tower.
Occasionally, there are a few victims who react mentally and start to look at the problems of this world.
After all, except for Qianye and his party.
There are other people here who have entered the world of horror...
After they regain their memory.
The first thing I did was think about how to end this scene.
On Yanta Mountain.
Qianye stood silently at the top, observing the restored city residents.
There were several familiar faces among them.
For example, the neighbors in the community and the proprietress of the canteen...
"It seems that none of the students from Amada High School are here. Is the sacrifice already over?"
His eyes scanned it.
I didn't find any of the classmates I had met in Amada High School.
"No, it should be vacation time now."
"Even if there is a sacrifice, it shouldn't be done by students, right?"
He frowned.
The thoughts in my mind are a bit messy...
The original assumption that the weird mother would be awakened when a dark cloud enveloped her position was not confirmed at this time.
In addition, I suddenly thought of a question when I passed by the cake shop before.
Qianye can finally understand now.
The biggest weirdo in the world is not actually my mother...
Maybe there is something wrong with the mother herself.
But in comparison.
Qian Xixi’s biggest problem is...
Xixi still maintains her NPC role after everyone's memories are awakened, but there are only two situations.
The first one is that she is a native NPC in this world, and there is no such thing as memory awakening.
In the second case, she is the monstrosity of the world.
It's just been hidden.
The assimilation incident may have something to do with her...
In comparison.
Qianye prefers the second answer.
After all, what I learned from the school doctor at that time was that the mother’s two children and her husband were killed together.
If Xixi is an NPC.
The reason for existence will be a bit far-fetched...
"It would be great if we could find those guys. At least we could ask some more questions."
Qianye thought to herself.
Yes.
Although he took early action and arrived at this place before most people.
But he found no trace of those guys.
If things were as he speculated in the second scenario, then this issue would not be as simple as just a bizarre confrontation between two parties.
"Knowing how to think weirdly, what's the difference between killing people and killing chickens?"
Chino looked at the crowd.
There was a bit of worry on his face.
He does have the ability to modify the plot, and currently has three words left, which can temporarily ensure his safety.
But those guys who are noisy down there.
I'm afraid it's like being run over by a bulldozer.
Most of them will die...
Although the deaths of those people had little to do with him, this was not a result Qianye wanted to see.
If you can survive.
It is better to live...
…
In fact.
Although people will scheming under safe circumstances, they may occasionally frame each other.
But when disaster strikes.
They will always quickly form a group to discuss how to deal with it.
Come face this danger.
The power of unity will be greater...
This is a principle taught by kindergarten teachers.
As long as there are no fools among these people, they will not deliberately stumble and deceive others at this time.
certainly.
This is when danger is imminent.
But when I didn't really stand in front of me...
so.
But only two hours passed.
The originally quiet crowd below is now noisy, all thinking about what to do now...
Qianye is still at the top of the mountain.
Quietly waiting for the next movement.
Use your ability to change the plot to maximize the effect...
Just while he was waiting.
A familiar smell of smoke, accompanied by a strong smell of blood and rust, entered his nose.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked.
"Yo! It's you!"
Beside Chino.
An Zhi, who was covered in blood, was holding a cigarette carelessly and looking at him without any concealment in his eyes.
Of course Qianye will never forget this man who always likes to blow smoke into other people's faces.
His first reaction when he saw An Zhi.
Just moved it back a little bit.
To avoid getting a breath of second-hand smoke in your face later.
"Huh? Why are you staying away from me... Don't worry, I won't blow smoke at you."
An only noticed Qianye's little move.
As if he had figured out Qian Ye's thoughts, he said to him with a smile.
"If you spit on me, I'll hammer you."
Qianye had no expression on his face at this time, he just looked at An Zhi with a paralyzed expression.
"Oh, don't be so stingy. It's all over now, let's not worry about it anymore."
Ann only spoke.
He sat down next to Qianye very familiarly, and then smoked the newly lit cigarette in his hand.
When An only sat down.
Qianye noticed that there seemed to be a broken steel bar inserted into his calf, and the steel bar seemed to be stuck in An Zhi's bones.
If you want to pull it out by force.
It might kill someone...
How could this guy be in such a mess?
Qianye didn't pay attention to An Zhi sitting next to him, he just turned his head and thought silently in his heart.
"Hey, hey, we're not that far apart. We're all good brothers. It's too far away to be so far away!"
However, An Gui was very restless.
Never mind that Qianye ignored him.
He still acted shamelessly and moved a little closer to Qianye.
"By the way, the fact that you were assimilated before was just an act, right?"
An only approached Qian Yehou.
He asked with a smile at the latter with empty eyes.
"none of your business."
"Haha, that's the default."
An just laughed twice.
He was ready to say something more.
However, the injury on the calf was inadvertently rubbed by the torn trousers, causing pain.
After a while.
His expression softened.
"By the way, how much do you know about this place?"
An Zhi asked.
In fact, the discussion of the problem.
Qianye didn't mind very much.
He is currently fighting alone in a fog. If there is someone who can share his thoughts with him at this time, he will be much easier.
Unfriendly to An Zhi.
It's just because of the second-hand smoke that An Zhi left for him last time...
Just when Qianye was about to think about whether to waste time talking to this guy, An Zhi took the initiative to open his personal panel.
[Name: An Zhi]
[Identity: Supporting Role (Gold)]
[Character: A madman with a normal worldview...]
"Um?"
Although Qianye had expected that this guy would be more than simple.
But I didn't expect it to be this simple...
Even though only these three pieces of information are displayed in the personal panel, any one of them about identity is enough to make Qianye's emotions jump.
"Supporting role gold? Do you mean gold supporting role?"
Qianye muttered his doubts.
His voice was not too quiet.
An Zhi, who was also on the side, could also hear it.
"Almost, how about it? Now you can believe that I am still capable, right?"
he replied.
"You should have some ability, but your character is not very reliable..."
Qianye glanced at the place where the fence was set up.
I made a joke on purpose.
"Oh, that's not important. Those are the prejudices that secular people have against me. Now that I've shown you all my panels, you can't be a little sincere, right?"
Hear An Zhi's words.
Qianye suddenly remembered Pu Yunjin who often came to his house to get takeout.
Do not know why.
He always felt that An Zhi was somewhat similar to Park Yunjin.
For example, being thick-skinned.
And the way of speaking...
Chino has nothing to hide.
He knew that An just wanted to confirm that he had some abilities, and was not a silly roe deer who would only shout "Help me" when in danger.
Then discuss with each other.
So without much hesitation, he opened his own panel and displayed it.
[Name: Qianye]
[Identity: Supporting role]
[Character: Sheep-eater...]
"Hey, you still have the nerve to tell me, but there's something wrong with your character. What kind of sheep-eater did you come up with? Did you play a sheep-killing butcher in all the past scripts?"
An Ji didn't miss the opportunity to complain.
Then he replied to Qianye.
"It's not important, those are just..."
Qianye was about to answer.
But suddenly I remembered that this was not my style of painting.
So he decisively stopped talking.
"Stop talking nonsense, tell me first, what's the matter with your injuries?"
He changed the subject and asked An Zhi.
"You know about the city-wide announcement, right? I did it. In order to organize these people to leave the city center smoothly, I placed myself at the bottom."
As he said this, An only beamed at Qian Ye, with a bit of pride on his face.
As if asking him a question like "How is it, am I brave?"
"Then, I accidentally mistimed it, and weird things started to appear in that place when I was about to leave. These injuries were caused while escaping."
An just pulled up her clothes.
In addition to the wounds on the calves, more fatal scars were revealed...
Qianye didn't even know how he could sit here and talk and laugh with him like nothing happened despite being so seriously injured.
"Then what?"
"Then he escaped..." An just said this and paused for a moment: "Okay, these things are not important. If you hadn't asked me, I wouldn't even bother to talk about it."
"Then say what's important."
An only glanced at Qianye after hearing this.
He glanced again at the distance that had fallen into darkness. The dark and silent city was empty at this time, just like a dead city.
"Have you seen those black clouds? Wherever they are shrouded by those things, ghosts will be born, regardless of whether there has been a curse or murder in that place."
"Now the whole city is enveloped."
"That is to say, we are actually already in danger...but because there are too many people, there are no corresponding rules here, so nothing happens."
"But that's a matter of time. I made some calculations. If we don't do anything yet and just stay here stupidly, then it is estimated that the weirdness of this place will take shape in a few hours."
"Okay, I'm afraid you won't understand."
"Just imagine, this is a place where weird things can happen. The reason why it seems safe now is only temporary."
Listen to An Zhi's words.
Qianye didn't interrupt.
The other party's statement was almost consistent with what he judged.
The reason why there have been no accidents since it was shrouded in black clouds is simply because there are too many people and there are currently no corresponding rules for weird occurrences.
But not for long.
Danger can arise here as elsewhere...
For example, he had discovered before that that everyone's mobile phones were losing signal simultaneously and shutting down due to low battery.
This routine of cutting off communication.
It is a prelude to the weirdness that is so common in ghost stories.
As for why it has been delayed until now.
Probably because there are very few ghost stories that exist among the sea of people.
perhaps.
Now the writer who is equivalent to the "creator".
I'm scratching my head and thinking about how to write the rules and weirdness here...
"Anything else, like, do you have any good ideas?"
Qianye asked.
"Well, you should know about the source of the curse, right? Every place with weirdness will have the source of the curse."
"How do you say something?"
"The trouble should end it!"
Chapter 95: Shrouded by dark clouds (4,000 words)
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