After the meal, Chen An didn't think about what was there and what wasn't. Everyone talked and laughed, and in the evening they all went back to the house and went to bed.
Ding Ping woke up, and Yin Qiaoxian went to sleep in the empty guest room.
Chen An returned to the room, humming a tune. Instead of thinking about what was and was not, he turned off the headlight and used the moonlight to come to the desk. With a crisp "click" sound, the desk lamp turned on. rise.
The soft yellow light casts a shadow on the mahogany table and shines on the brand new cowhide notebook.
When you stay in the villa, you bring your own set of furniture and clothes, which is an excellent benefit.
However, Chen An rubbed his pen and looked up at the night outside the window.
"Could this be the villa where the previous player lived, a relic left behind after his death?"
You should have asked the sales office at that time.
Feeling a little soft to the touch, Chen An opened the cowhide notebook, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote on it:
On the evening of November 16th, I was browsing the forum in bed, accidentally violated the rules of the forum, came to the story world, and became a player.
I struggled to survive in a mountain forest. It was an unforgettable night. I met monsters, learned the importance of "rules", met Yin Qiaoxian, and learned about the existence of "weirdness".
On November 17, Chen Sheng woke up. Before that, I never knew that he was the "truth". No, I should say he was part of the "truth". I almost died in the illusion of reincarnation, and finally learned the truth about Xue Yuer and Xue Qisong.
Xue Qisong is really a madman.
From this, I discovered that everything I had experienced before was a larger illusion of reincarnation. I left the illusion and met Brother Scar, Liu Neng, and Wang Ziyan.
That was the first time I met Liu Neng. At that time, he was an ordinary office worker. At first, I felt that he was timid and a newcomer, at least at the time.
But I felt at that time that there was always a calmness and peace in his eyes that ordinary people didn't have.
That night, I passed the first game, returned to my "familiar" home, and had a good night's sleep.
[Note: I obtained Xiao Xiaoxiao, Xiao Cailian, and the diary left by the climber]
On November 18, I woke up at home and was about to go to work. It seemed that being too tired triggered my body’s mental warning. I subconsciously forgot about my experience in the story world, just like I forgot about things when I was six years old.
However, this time I noticed the strangeness of the world deep inside me as soon as I stepped out.
It was so close to that story world that I almost remembered it.
I explored the world.
In the evening, I wrote a novel about my experience and posted it online. I don’t know what’s going on now. How many people have read it? Am I still on the street?
On November 19, I understood that the world I was in was an "ordinary post". I took the Guantong subway and left here and came to Soft City.
In the fake bank, I was blackmailed by John. At this time, Yin Qiaoxian, who was possessed by Xue Yuer's malice, came out. She came to stir up trouble. She wanted me to die.
It was also at that moment that I was transported directly into the second game.
On November 20, I came to Jingshan Hospital and experienced something strange. This was also when I first met Miao Luoying. Then, I was infected by the strangeness.
On November 21, the day after I was strangely infected, I went to work normally.
On November 22, the third day after being strangely infected, I went to work normally.
On November 23, the fourth day after I was infected by the strange disease, I went to work normally. When I was working the night shift, I found a message from Dr. Zhao. Fortunately, I've long since let the Laughing Rabbit eat away at me.
I broke the wall of Miao Luoying and met Ding Ping in the "canteen".
I learned about the existence of the twenty-two paths of original sin.
This world is really weird and extraordinary.
Later, I met Li Zimu. At this time, Miao Luoying was crying. She said that she had a dream that we were all dead.
I deceived Li Zimu, and after returning to the Southern District, I accidentally met Liu Neng. During their conversation, I learned about the existence of "Wenwan" for the first time.
This Liu Neng is completely different from the Liu Neng I met in the first game, but they are both ordinary and difficult to distinguish.
Unfortunately, he died before there was a chance to question him or find any more clues.
In the first game, Liu Neng probably died too.
Finally, we passed the game, Miao Luoying went blind, Ding Ping became an idiot, and I was almost eroded by the monster essence.
[I obtained [Monster] Essence]
On November 24, I picked up the three girls and had dinner with Brother Scar. Wang Ziyan seemed to be having a good time.
Brother Scar told me a lot of knowledge about this world, about the categories of weird paths, about the source of matter and the medium, about the seventy-two times, about the three major capitals, the meaning of the existence of Tieba, and the secret organization.
It turns out that this is the dark side of the real world, and the story world is the source of pollution.
Every player is the guardian of the real world.
It's a pity that the underlying logic of the dark world seems to be distortion and madness. We are using weird paths to become mutants and fight against pollution. Naturally, it is inevitable to be contaminated by strange paths.
There are even crazy evil sects like secret organizations.
What a crazy world.
On November 25, I slept all day. Chen Sheng told me what happened back then. Although I forgot the details, I thought that the only thing I can do now is live well.
[I became a clown] Finally, I finally made the "second change of fate."
Ding Ping woke up, and what she did at the end of Jingshan Hospital met the definition of "a real idiot", so she completely absorbed the power of the [idiot] Seiran.
I'm very happy, and so are everyone.
However, it seems that as Ding Ping wakes up, I feel a little confused.
...
Chen An paused his pen, dipped in some ink again, and looked up at the moonlight outside the window.
With the flow of will in his mind, a slight sheen of oil paint suddenly appeared on his face.
Yellow, red, white, and three-color oil paints slowly folded, separated, and moved on the surface of his skin, and finally turned into a "mask" with a straight face.
Chen An felt that he was much calmer, and his somewhat agitated mood had calmed down.
He continued to write:
In fact, if you think about it, it has only been ten days since I became a player, but it feels like half a year has passed.
In these ten days, my life has been much more exciting than it ever was in reality.
I have seen weird horrors, and I have also seen the different human hearts when faced with desperate situations and terror.
But I still want to return to the real world and continue to live an ordinary life. Maybe I am lazy in nature. I just want to live a peaceful life down to earth.
Ding Ping looked more like me at that time.
It's just that I made a completely different choice than her, and I regret it to this day.
It's just that there is no regret medicine in this world. If possible, I would sacrifice my life to get back to the past. However, this is impossible.
The strange existence gave me hope, but no matter how extraordinary the strangeness was, it could not bring her back.
According to Chen Sheng, she should have been completely dead at that time.
Should I take revenge? Maybe, but I can't do it, and I don't think I can.
In the soft city, the original "I" lurks. Who is he? where is he?
There are still too many unknowns about this world.
I often feel like a cow being driven away, humming and pulling the plow cart in order to get hay for dinner.
The old cow couldn't resist his master because he had no food to eat because of the strike.
I can't resist fate.
I can only wipe my sweat like the old cow and say: "Even so, I have to live with a smile."
...
The corners of Chen An's mouth twitched, as if the "clown mask"'s emotional changes could no longer control his peace of mind.
He pondered for a moment and wrote:
Perhaps, all I can do is cherish the people around me and the companions around me.
As Ding Ping said, we are human beings, we are not monsters.
...
Chen An closed the notebook and pushed it aside. At this moment, the "clown mask" on his face disappeared like ink fading.
Stretching, Chen An suddenly turned around and thought. Then, he opened the closet, searched on the lower floor, and found two flattened cardboard boxes, which were probably used to store clothes.
It stuffed a blank leather notebook into the interlayer of one of the deflated cardboard boxes, and then gave it a strange character, turning it into a "scare box".
Then, Chen An took a clothes drying rack and straightened it.
He placed the "carton" on the floor near the door, two meters away, and slowly poked open the lid of the carton with the clothes drying rack.
boom!
A faint explosion sounded.
As a thin puff of smoke dissipated, a pile of colorful candies appeared in the smoke, bouncing back and forth between the air and the floor.
"One second...two seconds..." Chen An counted silently.
Three seconds later, the candies fell to the ground one after another and turned into white confetti.
"Regardless of the material of the magic box and what's inside, it will turn into confetti three seconds after it is triggered." Chen An nodded thoughtfully.
However, these candies seem to be able to last longer with the blessing of their own thoughts and weirdness.
Subsequently,
He put the cowhide notebook with the "diary" written on it into another dry cardboard box and repeated the same process.
Finally, stuff the carton back into the closet and put it away.
"It seems that if I don't continue to give it weirdness, the weirdness of the 'Magic Box' can last for 24 hours." Chen An yawned and went to bed.
"Let's go find Brother Scar tomorrow and ask him to take me to see the sealed artifact."
Chen An muttered and pulled up the quilt.
Half asleep and half awake, Chen An suddenly muttered:
"Speaking of which... Ding Ping has perfectly interpreted the idiot, so she has perfectly absorbed the [idiot] essence, so how can I become a 'real clown'?"
He blinked, recalling the funny appearance of the circus clown, and then he wiggled his eyebrows and tried to put on a funny smile on his face.
The [Joker] essence in the body is still stably deposited in the cells.
"Let's buy some props tomorrow, um, paints, masks, and red-nosed balls. The clown also needs to be able to do acrobatics. I wonder if there is one that sells those orange balls. What else do you need? Funny clothes, hats, and pointy balls. Hooked boots?”
The corner of Chen An's mouth twitched. Thinking of his funny appearance, he couldn't bear to look at it.
