I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

#277 - Jasmine's Diary, Circus Mystery

Wu Wang and the bookboy looked at each other, staring at the clown suit.

They listened to the knocking on the door outside.

The bookboy couldn't help but ask, "The clown performing acrobatics in the optical disc trap…"

"Yeah, the clothes he wears are exactly the same as this one, but his build looks like a man's. It's definitely not that woman in the kitchen, stewed in a bowl, a delicious delicacy," Wu Wang immediately shook his head and said.

What the hell do you mean, 'delicious delicacy'!

This kid really has no taboos when he speaks, just like a heartless, cold-blooded monster.

"So, there's more than one clown, and this woman named Molly is likely to be a previous generation, or even a clown from a long time ago?" The bookboy picked up the outfit and shook it.

Large patches of dust spread in the air.

The two coughed from the dust.

The creases where the clothes were folded couldn't be flattened no matter what.

Obviously, this piece of clothing had been pressed under the floor for a long time, and even the creases had been fixed.

"Huh? There's something in the clothes?"

The bookboy shook the clown suit and found that the weight was a little off.

He opened the inside and found that there seemed to be stitching marks on the left fabric.

Because the clothing itself was full of exaggerated and distorted styles, if no one picked it up and weighed it,

It was estimated that it would be impossible to see that a hidden interlayer had been sewn here.

Whoosh—

Wu Wang waved a knife over.

The sewn-up interlayer broke open, and a palm-sized book fell out.

Opening it, they were surprised to find that it was full of handwritten traces.

This wasn't a book, but a notebook.

[Molly's Diary]

[Year 1 of the Great Disaster]

[We survivors gathered together, isolating all external factors, and built our own shelter in this abandoned apartment building]

[We elected a trustworthy fellow to be the apartment manager]

[Only he can leave this apartment building to find the supplies everyone needs]

[Each time the manager goes out to find supplies, he will choose one person in the apartment building to accompany him. When they return, the manager will erase this person's memory to prevent him from causing a disaster in the apartment building]

[… … … …]

The lower half of the first page was torn off.

But it also provided Wu Wang and the bookboy with some important information—

This apartment building was not as ordinary as they had imagined.

They had no way of knowing what kind of existence the [Great Disaster] mentioned was.

But it was obvious that the scope of this thing's impact was extremely exaggerated, so much so that the people in the apartment had to isolate all external factors.

And they called themselves [Survivors].

This proved that not many people could survive that disaster.

"Zombie virus? Alien invasion? The nth World War breaks out, and everyone uses nuclear bombs as fireworks?" Wu Wang casually spouted some unreliable content.

The bookboy glared at him.

He pointed to the word [Memory] in the diary.

He opened his mouth and asked suspiciously, "Why must the memory of those who know the outside world be erased?"

"Is there something that will bring disaster even if you know of its existence?"

Whoosh—

Wu Wang's kitchen knife pointed at the three words [Apartment Manager].

He denied, "Then why can he remember? Does he have some kind of antibody? Won't his memory bring disaster?"

The most bizarre thing was that, for this situation,

The other people in the apartment building didn't seem to find anything wrong.

Didn't they think it was strange that only the manager could have external memories?

The two looked at each other.

They couldn't get the answer for the time being.

They continued to flip through the diary.

Most of the content recorded the ordinary lives of people afterwards.

It was so plain that people almost forgot that this was a shelter when reading the content.

It was as if it was just the most inconspicuous apartment building in the city.

Until a page that had been torn in half appeared again.

[Year 9 of the Great Disaster]

[The apartment manager went out again to find supplies, but Li Lei, whom he took out, never came back]

[This is the first time there has been an accident with an outgoing person]

[Everyone is very scared]

[In response, the apartment manager explained—he found an organization that could fight against the disaster]

[Li Lei volunteered to join the other party to seek a way to save everyone. He is noble and great]

[I don't believe it and decided to ask the manager what happened]

[If possible, I hope he can take me with him next time to see the so-called disaster-resistant organization and the missing Li Lei]

[… … … …]

Similarly, the second half of the content was torn to pieces.

Reading this, Wu Wang and the bookboy both looked at the kitchen.

They naturally knew why Molly didn't believe this statement.

Because according to the previous records of daily life,

This resident named Li Lei was Molly's neighbor.

The two had secretly fallen in love a few years ago.

They had been dating in secret from the other residents for a long time.

Even the day before Li Lei went out with the manager, he was still telling Molly that he was going to find some beautiful accessories for her.

If possible, he wanted to take this opportunity to go out.

Find a wedding dress.

Come back and marry Molly.

Become a family in this shelter.

"Tsk tsk tsk, big brother, what's the difference between you and a suicide squad member on the battlefield who takes a photo of his girlfriend in his hometown, can't sleep at night, and tells his partner, 'When the war is over, I'll go back to my hometown and get married'?"

"The flags on your back are all stuck full."

"If you don't die, who will?"

Wu Wang couldn't help but complain.

In response, the bookboy just silently turned the page down.

The content above made the two serious—

[Dawn, I woke up in bed]

[I should have indeed gone to the apartment manager last night to ask the truth]

[But now I can't remember what happened in the process. What kind of answer did the manager give me? Will he take me with him next time? Can I really see Li Lei again?]

[I only remember that the manager finally told me—I will know tomorrow]

[Sure enough, at noon today, after the first person went out and did not return, the apartment building welcomed the first visitors in the past nine years]

[It was an ancient circus. I had heard of their name long before the Great Disaster]

[They tour around, bringing laughter to people. I didn't expect them to still exist after the Great Disaster]

[With the manager's promise, the circus set up camp and started performing next to the apartment building]

[I watched the circus's wagon slowly drive in. Eight or nine carriages were arranged neatly, and each carriage was connected like a train. All the carriages were covered with opaque tarpaulins, but I could still hear low breathing and gasping from a few carriages. That was not a sound that humans could make]

[Before long, a circus venue built with tents rose from the ground]

[The lack of entertainment in recent years has also made the neighbors look forward to the circus performance]

[However, when I entered the venue and saw the clown performing acrobatics, I was dumbfounded]

[That person was—Li Lei]

[The most bizarre thing was that all the residents of the apartment building seemed not to recognize Li Lei. They only praised his wonderful performance and applauded thunderously, completely unaware of how absurd it was that he, who had not returned yesterday, appeared in the circus]

[I must ask the apartment manager to clarify!]

What on earth happened!?

After this page, there were no more diary entries.

Clearly, Molly's attempt to inquire with the apartment manager wasn't very successful either.

Wu Wang and Shu Tong flipped through the rest of the diary.

Only then did new handwriting appear.

But there were only two different contents:

I am Molly, resident of room 307, building 404.

I am a clown from the Sunshine Circus.

… … … …

The last sentence was repeated endlessly, filling all the subsequent pages of the diary.

The handwriting gradually became distorted and blurred, starting from being neat and beautiful.

By the last few sentences,

Almost impossible to recognize the shape of the words.

It looked more like a child who was still learning to read scribbling randomly on a notebook.

Obviously, the mental state of our Ms. Molly was becoming more and more exciting.

Pa—

Another piece of white paper fell out from between the last page.

On it was a drawing of the apartment building in black ink.

The drawing style was rather rough; Molly probably hadn't learned any painting skills.

It could be seen from the drawing that she had tried very hard to depict it, but it still looked like the level of a primary school art class.

It was barely possible to make out a seven-story apartment building.

The rectangle representing the seventh floor was different from the other floors.

It was drawn with a red pen.

Besides this, there were other buildings drawn with a red pen.

That was the circus tent behind the apartment building.

And a circle with a cross in the center behind the tent.

Shu Tong closed the diary and put it down.

He closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before looking at Wu Wang.

He didn't say a word, seemingly hoping the other would speak first.

To this, Wu Wang sighed and said, "Okay, Brother, I'll go first."

"If the diary is real, then although the apartment manager is now issuing building rules to protect our existence, he himself also has some problems or secrets, and even the appearance of the 'Mimics' may be related to him."

"Secondly, there's the existence of the circus. Its position is currently very vague, but it seems to lean more towards the 'Mimic' side. After all, the clown disc trap may have been made by the circus."

"We need to be careful and cautious when contacting them. The players' memories will most likely be erased."

"The dropped paper is a map, telling us the location of the circus, and that Molly hid something in a certain place behind it. I suspect it has something to do with her erased memories."

Having said that, he shrugged his shoulders.

Hoping that the other party could add to it on this basis.

In fact, Wu Wang had a deeper inference regarding the erasure of memories.

And it was quite terrifying.

He had just had this idea—what if the manager could erase more than just short-term memories?

Once a player's memories, except for this instance, are completely erased by the other party, even to the point of completely forgetting that they are a player.

Wouldn't that, in a sense, make them a native of this place?

Unable to leave this instance forever.

Basically, it's no different from being dead.

Shu Tong nodded.

What the other party was thinking was almost the same as his own.

The only thing missing was a crucial point—

"There's another problem. If Molly really became a clown in the end, then how did she become an apartment resident again?"

"Don't forget, we're in her house right now, and she herself is being stewed in the pot."

"The clown suit has also been hidden in the floor for quite some time. Obviously, she has been back to normal for a while now."

"One to one, currently tied."

Hearing Shu Tong's words.

Wu Wang just smiled: "Okay, okay, I'll count it as you winning once, damn it, you still have the nerve to laugh at me, you're also childishly strange."

This action also made Shu Tong smile knowingly.

What he said about being tied naturally referred to [An Nuan Children's Welfare Institute].

Yan Shuangying had broken the situation and saw through the conspiracy of the [Disaster Cult Members] earlier than him.

Now, he also saw some clues more than Yan Shuangying.

With that, Wu Wang sat down on the sofa with a thud.

He raised his eyebrows and said to him: "You and I can currently confirm each other's identities, but we won't be able to contact the remaining four players tonight. After we meet them tomorrow, we have to find a way to determine whether they have been replaced by [Mimics], right?"

"This way, when we meet a new player, we'll ask the other party about the main quest to make sure they still have the memories of a player."

Wu Wang said this naturally to facilitate obtaining the main quests of other players later.

After all, his mission was twisted by the Abyss God.

Hearing this suggestion.

Shu Tong also nodded in agreement.

He was also very clear that he probably wouldn't be able to contact other players tonight.

First of all, he didn't know which room the others were in.

Even if he knew, if he rashly went to knock on the door, he would only be treated as a [Mimic] by the other party.

Forcibly breaking in might violate the building rules.

Currently, he hadn't seen the consequences of violating the building rules on Yan Shuangying.

But Shu Tong believed that it was absolutely impossible for there to be none at all.

What was this guy holding back? Or was it that he hadn't noticed the consequences yet?

Shu Tong couldn't help but think of the instance introduction—

[Anyone who does not abide by the building rules will become one of them]

Could it be that Yan Shuangying would unknowingly turn into a [Mimic]?

So, he looked at Wu Wang and said: "Let's also set a method to confirm each other's identities, which will be convenient for later use."

Wu Wang responded without thinking:

"No problem, when you suspect that I have become a [Mimic], you can ask the following questions—"

"What is the main function of a helicopter rotor? What does 'the collapse of ritual and music' mean? Why is my life so dark?"

He also guessed what Shu Tong was worried about.

This response stunned Shu Tong.

He subconsciously asked: "Do you think [Mimics] don't have enough modern knowledge reserves? Isn't the last question too subjective? How do I judge whether it's you yourself?"

Patting the dust on his body.

Slightly adjusting his posture while sitting on the sofa to rest better.

Wu Wang then grinned and said: "Knowledge reserves? No, not at all."

"Because I will give an answer that will make you see stars, and whoever can't do it is a [Mimic]."

"For example, the first question."

"In my opinion, the helicopter rotor is actually used to cool down, because as long as it doesn't turn, the captain will start sweating."

"As for the other two questions, ask them when you feel something is wrong with me."

"Good night, see you tomorrow."

"I still have to fight the whole world, rest well."

Wu Wang naturally hadn't forgotten the task given by the big boss.

The other party wanted him to destroy the entire world.

Of course, his bottom line was very flexible, whether to destroy it or not depended on how the subsequent instance truth was.