As Tristan said, Simba has lost the concept of time and indeed lacks personal experience.
After receiving the other party's reminder, Xin Zhixia reacted immediately.
After frowning for a moment, she hurried to the door and smiled at Tristan.
"Time is tight, I need to leave as soon as possible. I leave this note to Mr. Tristan."
Between words, he completely regarded Tristan as a friend.
Tristan nodded in agreement.
When Xin Zhixia opened the door and was about to run away from here, his voice came again.
"At this point in time, she should be arriving soon. My suggestion is that you'd better hide in the yard first. It would be better to wait until she comes in and then choose to leave."
His voice was still hoarse, but his tone was extremely gentle, giving very kind instructions.
Nowadays, Tristan no longer needs to play riddles, there is no confusion in his words, and his reminders are no longer subtle.
Xin Zhixia didn't need to over-interpret, she could understand what he meant instantly.
She held the door handle and turned her head, looking helpless.
"Thank you, Mr. Tristan. You are such a good friend!"
His tone was extremely sincere. After saying this, he waved goodbye, glanced towards the yard, and then rushed towards the big tree.
Xin Zhixia knew her course of action and would not be discovered if she hid here.
Seeing Simba's series of movements flowing smoothly, as smooth as if he had done it many times, he didn't forget to turn around and close the door before going out to hide.
Tristan couldn't help but be stunned, then shook his head, and sighed again: "If I hadn't heard that she didn't know something every time, it would be really hard for people not to doubt whether she had experienced it many times."
At the same time, he looked deeply at the steaming tea cup on the table.
This was the tea that Simba refilled for her just now when he was writing and drawing there.
Just like every time.
He refilled the hot tea, but the other party didn't have time to drink it again.
In this way, the cup of hot tea can only wait to be solved by the next visitor.
Tristan was in a daze for a moment, then slowly exhaled.
Silently counting down two seconds in his mind, he was about to stand up and go to open the door.
Human beings are not precise instruments and can hardly determine the time completely.
But as islanders of Wuwu Island, they already have enough experience to distinguish the passage of time.
Especially him.
A suffering knight who made a mistake many years ago and came to Wuwu Island.
While learning from the painful experience, I have stricter demands on myself. He had to record every minute and second he spent on the island very clearly.
The concept of time is no longer important to him.
It's just that in his long and useless life, he found a new task for himself, a new job that did not allow him to fall.
In the darkness day and night, the islanders not only yearn for the sun to come again, but also look forward to life returning to its original state.
“Tuk tuk tuk”
The knock on the door came as expected.
Tristan stood in the doorway, adjusting his facial expression.
Then, he opened the door, showing just the right amount of doubt, and asked the visitor outside the door: "Passers-by?"
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Xin Zhixia hid behind a tree and listened carefully.
Hearing the sound of footsteps slowly entering the courtyard, he paused for a while before walking forward again.
Xin Zhixia didn't need to show up to observe, she knew that it was No. B who arrived here, looked at the structure of the yard, and then went to knock on the door.
She raised her head slightly and looked toward the abyss-like dark and endless sky.
It is neither like the sun illuminating the sky during the day nor the moon and stars at night. It is a kind of hollow and deep feeling that is obviously not as dark as ink, but gives people a feeling of despair.
If we had to analyze the color of the sky, it would be a dull color similar to dark gray.
Just because there is no light, people subconsciously think it is black.
The conversation at the door reached my ears, and it was Tristan's slow reply.
"You are my guest. Close the door and come in for a sip of tea and a rest."
Xin Zhixia heard the same words on different occasions, and her understanding became extremely different.
At first, I thought Tristan was too enthusiastic, but now I can think that he was trying to avoid her being discovered as much as possible.
Let No. B close the door so that she can leave early.
After some pulling and pulling, Xin Zhixia heard herself give in with some relief.
"OK."
After the door closed, she cautiously poked her head in and took a look to make sure it was correct. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and walked out quietly.
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After quickly leaving Tristan's yard, Xin Zhixia rushed towards Pier 4.
Arranged from east to west.
Pier 6 is located on the west side, so she only needs to go straight east along the road.
The first one I saw was Pier 5, and the second one was Pier 4.
During this period, Xin Zhixia passed by the crematorium.
She didn't worry too much and chose to go in to find out.
It is very easy to attract people to places where the light shines brightly in the dark.
Like a moth to a flame.
Moths rely on light sources to determine their flight direction. What guides them in front may be natural moonlight or artificial firelight.
Mistaking artificial light sources as navigation targets, causing the tragedy of moths flying into the flames, is an established consequentialism.
Another level of understanding is that those lights that become your guide may be leading you to get rid of natural enemies, or they may be leading you to destruction.
Looking at the firelight in the row of corpse crematoriums in front of her, Xin Zhixia felt something inexplicable for a moment.
The fire in his pupils danced, sometimes burning like a burning fire, sometimes like a listless flame.
There is still a suspected corpse covered with a long white cloth in the corner.
Xin Zhixia now knew that the body came from Ding Yi.
As she observed at the beginning, the corpse did not have the characteristics that the islanders had.
The skin of the exposed feet is rough and dark yellow, which may be the characteristics of a player.
At this moment, the staff dragged the body and prepared to push it into one of the crematoriums where the flames had burned out.
The white cloth was lifted up, revealing Ding Yi's face.
Xin Zhixia's eyes flashed, she looked away, and left the place.
"There is only Ding Yi's body, and all the other dead people have disappeared."
There is currently only one thing they have in common.
Li Yiran, Liao Shuyi and Zhao Qian failed to survive the first round.
They were already dead before the second beam came.
On the island of Wuwu, there are four of them at the same time, or even five at most.
Except for Ding Yi, no one else could even see "himself".
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Arrive at the edge of Wuwu Island and walk along the seaside.
Xin Zhixia once again deeply realized the situation mentioned in the introduction of the introduction: "The island is dark and lightless, and the outside of the island is filled with fog."
To verify Misty's statement, she picked up larger rocks on the roadside and threw them casually in the direction outside the island.
Only the sound of the waves still echoed in my ears.
The large stone thrown made no sound.
