(Waiting for revision) In the short time of singing, he tried to attack the room. If he stayed in the room, he could only wait for death. Maybe he could get out.
But the result was unexpected to him. He still "died" the moment he broke the window.
Until now, Xu Huo felt that his direction was wrong. No matter what method he used, "death" could not be skipped. That is to say, the mother and child in the house were mortal. It was a fact. So what was the significance of reappearing this scene? What is it?
"The doll is playing in the living room."
"Mom is cooking in the kitchen."
"Dad is on his way home."
"Ding dong! Ding dong! The doorbell is ringing!"
"Dad forgot the key!"
"The doll went to open the door and hit his head on the cabinet."
"Mom went to open the door and her belly hit the knife."
"Dad came home and opened the door, and he was lying next to the baby and mother!"
The ballad started singing again. Xu Huo came to the door in an instant and turned the door handle. Of course, the result was no surprise, and he returned to the sofa.
The mother and child of the protagonist in the ballad are both dead, but the father who came back from the outside is not certain. Is this an imaginary reincarnation or a regret for the past?
"Da!" At this time, a glass bead suddenly fell to the floor and slowly rolled to his feet. Looking in the direction in which the bead rolled, he found that the top of the stairs on the second floor was no longer dark, but lighted up. light.
It was unclear where the trigger point was, but Xu Huo chose to walk up.
The second floor is a study room with no desk. The only chair faces the stairs, and the back of the chair covers the person sitting on it. Only the palm of a middle-aged man is placed on the armrest slightly to the right.
"They are all dead." The middle-aged man spoke before he entered the study.
After waiting for two seconds, Xu Huo said, "I also wanted to save them, but I failed."
"How I wish I could turn back time." The middle-aged man continued: "If I hadn't lost my temper because the young team members did something wrong that day, I wouldn't have held a short meeting before get off work."
"If I hadn't held that short meeting, I wouldn't have met the leader who came to check, and I wouldn't have been dragged out to drink."
“If I hadn’t been drinking, I wouldn’t have taken public transport because I couldn’t drive and wouldn’t have gotten into an unexpected argument.”
"Had I not been involved in this altercation, I would not have been pulled to testify, and I would not have repeated my testimony because of my slurred speech."
“If I hadn’t wasted my time giving testimony, I wouldn’t have been home five minutes late.”
"If it hadn't been five minutes later, they might have survived."
It couldn't be a simpler narrative, but every word is filled with regret. The calmness conceals the pain like a knife cutting day after day, so that every detail, every choice, and even every step is filled with regret.
In this case, the existence of this illusion is still because the person who created it wants to save his wife and children. Unfortunately, time cannot be turned back...
When this thought crossed his mind, Xu Huo suddenly froze. He looked at the hand and said, "You cannot change the facts when the tragedy happened. Maybe you can save them before then, as long as time can be turned back."
The middle-aged man stopped repeating himself and then disappeared from the chair.
Xu Huo walked over quickly and turned the chair around. There was a tube of medicine on the mat!
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Of course, this was a waste of time, and he returned to reality from the hallucination. He was still standing in front of the independent chair, but the word "please sit" on the armrest disappeared.
"It turns out that I have been hallucinating since I entered this basement."
Xu Huo checked the small room and found no real potion.
He was a little disappointed. When he entered the hallucination, he thought this would be the "clue" left by Dr. Wu. After all, the sense of design was incompatible with the museum, but the potion that just appeared on the chair was just an ordinary evolution potion, even if it was real It's no use either.
After such a long journey, the result turned out to be an ordinary evolution agent... which somewhat made him feel a little emotional.
Back on the ground, as soon as he walked out from under the desk, he ran into Long Aotian, who was walking in. He was seriously injured. His head, chest and abdomen were all wrapped in gauze, and his nose was crooked.
When he suddenly saw Xu Huo, he was defensive at first, then smiled, "I'm so lucky to meet you here!"
After all, he didn't move forward half an inch, but was observing the position of the door.
"How did you do this?" Xu Huo asked directly.
"I was beaten." Long Aotian subconsciously touched his crooked nose, "It's a pity that I spent a lot of money on the fake nose."
Xu Huo could not help but look at him a second time.
"This is normal. Everyone loves beauty, not to mention that players are a profession with a high risk of disfigurement." Long Aotian sighed, "I have to spend money to repair my face when I go back."
"But those few people didn't get any benefits either. I bled every one of them!"
Seeing that he was beaten like this, Xu Huo doubted the authenticity of his words, so he didn't ask any more questions, but asked: "Where is Liu Chengyi?"
"We ran away separately. Who knows where he went." Long Aotian said as he walked out the door, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, touched his body and then turned back: "Do you have..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Huo, who was already standing behind him, simply cut his throat.
This "Long Aotian" fell to the ground and turned into a puppet while holding his bloody throat. At the same time, someone quickly ran past the venue.
Xu Huo chased him to the entrance of the Styx ferry, and was surrounded by several players as soon as he entered.
These were faces he had not seen yesterday.
When he saw that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, he knew that these people were new here today, "Are you ticket players?"
Several people looked at him with smiles, "To be sensible, should you hand over the props, or should I give you a ride?"
Xu Huo watched them shrink the encirclement, "It's not the first day you've entered the dungeon, and you're still talking in your sleep."
As soon as he finished speaking, the "bright red sword" cut a slice in the air, and the faint light extended straight ahead, stopping at a defensive item.
The next second, someone else also appeared in front of him, but when the general raised his hand, the person teleported to the left and said to his companions: "Be careful, everyone, this kid can destroy props, don't get too close!"
In an instant, Xu Huo listed in his mind a few key candidates who would betray the characteristics of his props, but it didn't matter now. He threw a few smoke bombs casually, put on his "aerobic supply", and began to shuttle quickly through the aisles.
These players have props and characteristics for self-defense. Even if they cannot see clearly temporarily, they can still hear the movement. The "condensed air" blocks other people's characteristics and hinders their own actions. Therefore, quick action is Xu Huo's one-to-many advantage. Using the "Sound Figure" and the "Talk Ball" at the same time, he killed two people in just half a minute.
But only one of them actually died, and one of them turned into a doll again after falling down.
