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"...the house is right there, facing south, not high, square, stylish, round

Windows bring sunlight into the room.

The house is really exciting - living up to everyone's expectations...”

A young man with a thin body is lazy, sitting leisurely in front of a large beech wood desk. His hair is soft and thin

Yes, a few strands hung down from her white and clean forehead, and the corner of her right eye was slightly reddened by her habitual small movements.

He gently closed the pages of the book, revealing the title of the book painted with iron and silver hooks on the cover - No Survival.

Look at the introduction on the title page, this is the work of Agatha Christie, the queen of the famous British mystery novels, he does not remember

I have seen it myself.

The truth is, he doesn't remember anything.

I don't remember my name, I don't remember where I came from, I don't remember my original identity, he, I don't remember anything

The.

The existing memory in my mind is three hours ago.

He was in a modest house, a bit old, with warm beige floral wall coverings on the walls, a set of

The sofa is placed in just the right place, and the iris blooms quietly in the royal blue retro vase on the coffee table.

"Hello!" He heard someone greet him with a low voice, which made people feel uncomfortable, but he kept

Not at all annoying.

He turned his head to meet the gaze of the owner of the voice, something flashed in the other's eyes, but he didn't catch it.

Only showing a very faint smile like a conditioned reflex: "Hello."

The man is half a head taller than him, with a well-defined face, handsome facial features, and neat hair, neither long nor short.

He was neat, with manicured nails, and a dark, well-cut easy-care shirt and slacks.

Well educated and principled.

This is the man's first impression of him.

"What's your name?" he asked.

The man looked away and touched his chin: "Tsk, I don't remember, I only know that I am number 6."

The young man rubbed his eyes. This action looked very skillful, as if he had often done it in the past.

The man pointed to the back of his hand, and then to his: "You are number 4."

Only then did the young man notice the round number engraved on the skin of the back of his hand like a tattoo, a flowery Arabic number

number 4.

"Do you know where this is?"

The young man gently rubbed the number pattern with his thumb, and in the case of complete amnesia, he actually faced the person in front of him.

Can't afford to be wary at all, inexplicably thinks that the other party can be trusted.

He can't explain why he has this hunch, but right now he has no one else to discuss this weird thing

People.

At this moment, the door of the house was pushed open from the outside, and the golden sunlight in the afternoon burst in, piercing

People squinted.

Immediately afterwards, eight/nine men and women came in. They were dressed differently, but they had the same eyes.

confused.

Everyone seems to be asking who am I, where is this, and what happened.

The young man noticed that these people also had numbers tattooed on the back of their hands, 1, 9, 12..., but not consecutively.

Yes, he guessed there might be someone else coming.

Sure enough, after a while, the second wave of people appeared on the marble steps in front of the door, and there were eight or nine people again, and the numbers on the back of their hands just filled the previous vacancy.

Everyone is ready.

A thought suddenly popped up in the young man's mind, he counted carefully, adding himself and the man, the house

There are nineteen people in the house.

And everyone has amnesia.

After learning this fact, the nineteen people fell into silence, everyone was the same, they didn't even know the question

How to mention it.

An atmosphere of anxiety, doubt, and restlessness spread in the house.

An absurd idea came to the young man's mind, all of this seemed to be arranged, someone gathered them in the

here, and stole their memories.

But who can do this?What does he want to do?

"Ding! Welcome to the dungeon [Twins], the number of dungeons is 19, the main task..."

A mechanical electronic female voice sounded in everyone's minds, and the long passage turned the silence into a stupefaction.

"Who? Who's talking in my head? Am I hallucinating?"

"What customs clearance copy?"

"What difficult mode?"

"And that main task? There is no such thing here, how can it be completed?"

"I'm still wondering what's going on with all this? I'm probably dreaming?"

……

Maybe there was finally something to talk about, the house became lively, everyone's emotions were mobilized,

Express your dissatisfaction verbally.

The young man's good-looking eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he began to wander around the house, the man followed closely behind.

Behind.

He didn't feel wrong or disgusted, as if the two had gotten along like this countless times.

The eyes moved over each piece of furniture, and finally fell on the huge decorative painting on the wall.

No, that's not a painting, it's just a frame.

"There is a... poem framed here?" A 25-year-old youth appeared beside the two at some point,

Tall, with a baby face, he looks very easy to get along with.

Seeing the young man turning his head to look at him, he scratched the back of his head carelessly, the big number 3 on the back of his hand was very conspicuous.

"I'm not familiar with them, so I came here." The big man said very sincerely.

It seems that we don't know you well...

The young man smiled faintly. Facing this childish guy, for some reason he couldn't resist instinctively.

ready.

...Maybe we should have known each other before, the young man thought.

The man crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows: "This is not a poem, it's a nursery rhyme depending on the genre."

"My mother, whose children have sung this kind of nursery rhymes since they were young, they have too much heart to be parents..." Youth No. 3 stared at him.

Nursery rhymes in a frame.

Ten little soldiers, go out to fight teeth;

Unfortunately, I choked my throat, and only nine remained out of ten.

Nine little soldiers, holding candles until midnight;

Called early in the morning but did not answer, only eight remained out of nine.

Eight little soldiers, traveling to Devon;

Lingering and not leaving, only seven of the eight remain.

Seven little soldiers chopping firewood with axes;

Beheaded by mistake, only six remained out of seven.

Six little soldiers stabbed the hornet's nest;

There is nowhere to hide when the bees come, and there are only five of the six.

Five little soldiers, working as lawyers together;

The imperial court sentenced them to death, and only four remained out of five.

Four little soldiers go to the beach together;

The herring swallowed, and only three remained of the four.

Three little soldiers, playing in the zoo;

With a slap from the bear, only two remain of the three;

Two little soldiers perched under the sun;

The poisonous day took his life away, and only one remained of the two.

A little soldier, all alone;

Hanging beams in this life, there is not one left.

This nursery rhyme tells the tragic experience of ten little soldiers, and they died in different ways. It is really not suitable for children to pass on.

Sing.

Besides, the owner of this house is too strange, there is actually a painting hanging in the place where the decorative painting should be placed.

Song, unique taste.

The other people in the living room have chewed over and over the "talking material" they just got several times, but they still have nothing to say.

Having no clue, they decided to treat it as a prank for now and started going around the house.

The young man and his two new companions followed the crowd to the second floor.

The old wooden stairs and the dim ceiling lights in the corridor cast a mysterious filter on the surrounding atmosphere.

There are plenty of vacant rooms on the second floor, but not enough for everyone to live in their own room.

To be honest, no normal person can accept being in the same room with a stranger without any memory.

But they have no other choice.

The young man counted, there are ten rooms in total, and each room has only one 1.5-meter bed, which can only lie down at most.

Two women and two men seemed a bit crowded.

"I don't like living with other people."

The person who spoke was a man with a big arm and a round waist, at least 1.9 meters by visual inspection, with a somewhat fierce face, wearing an army green workman's suit.

The letter vest, the bulging muscles on the big flower arm are not easy to mess with at first glance, the young man noticed that the number on the back of his hand is a 9.

After Dahua Arm finished speaking, he pushed open the door of the room closest to him, and then slammed it shut.

Seeing this, other people followed suit and rushed to grab the room.

Before the young man could react, he was pulled into the door by a hand.

Young man No. 3 stood there blankly, a little sad that he was ruthlessly abandoned by his two new friends

For a moment, but at this moment, he didn't have time to think too much, and hurriedly followed the other person into a room.

The young man glanced at the man holding his wrist in surprise, the latter let go of it very naturally, and walked to the ground

In front of the window, the thick linen curtains were opened to let the afterglow of the setting sun sway in: "Compared with other people, I would rather

live with you".

The young man was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of his words, and then he was attracted by the huge picture frame nailed to the wall beside the bed

attention.

It's that nursery rhyme again - "Ten Little Soldiers".

He frowned slightly. The owner of this house liked this cruel and weird nursery rhyme so much that the upstairs

Should the decorative paintings downstairs be replaced with it?

In addition to the bed, there is a beech wood desk in the room. A book that is not too thick and beautifully bound lies quietly on it.

surface.

The young man pulled out the chair and flipped through the pages casually. The man leaned against the table, his eyes drooping, as if he was reading a book

Still looking at people.

"...perhaps, too soon. He choked—choked, choked so hard that his face convulsed and turned purple.

Yes, he gasped—then he slid off the chair he was sitting on, and dropped his glass on the floor. "

The young man was fair and slender, and his flesh-and-bone fingers slowly slid across the pages of the book.

"Dong dong dong." Accompanied by the rhythmic knock on the door, the enthusiastic and straightforward voice of youth No. 3 sounded, "You are here!"

? ”

The young man raised his head subconsciously and met the man's gaze. The latter probably didn't expect him to look over suddenly.

It's too late to put away my emotions.

He stood up straight, raised his eyebrows slightly, and opened the door.

The young people came to ask them to eat.

The restaurant is located on the first floor. At this moment, the sky outside has completely darkened. The big house is brightly lit, and the complicated

The European-style crystal chandelier, neatly placed cutlery and tableware, and the colorful bouquet with dewdrops in the center make the already rich

A grand dinner becomes more ceremonial.

On the right side of the flowers is a ceramic tray, inside which are neatly stacked a bunch of wooden figurines, the young man counted them

Exactly ten of them, they look like soldiers, full of childlike fun.

Steaks, foie gras, cod, roast chicken, cakes, even rosemary and lemon for decoration and seasoning

Okay, but the young man frowned imperceptibly.

"Where do these foods come from?" He asked casually.

"No one knows. The first one to find out was No. 7. She happened to be hungry and wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

If..." No. 3 youth's face was full of excitement.

He's a foodie, that's right.

The young man labeled youth No. 3 in his heart, not noticing the tolerance and friendliness in his eyes.

"I think it's the snail girl, there's a snail girl living in this house!" No. 7 is a... emmmmm big

Is it smooth?A short girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old.

Maybe it was because he felt that he had seen a miracle, and his whole body was in a state of extreme excitement, his face was flushed

of.

"No, it's magic, the mysterious magic of the West, have you ever seen the snail girl cook steak?" Another told her

About the same age, slim and well-dressed girl number 8 immediately corrected her.

No. 7 didn't care about being refuted, but instead smiled and agreed: "Well, well, you are right."

Everyone sat down at the long dining table one after another, and the young man looked at an extra chicken wing on the bone plate, golden and golden.

color, even the oil is baked out.

He turned his head in surprise, only to see the three-dimensional and heroic profile of the man, who was concentrating on drinking from a small bowl.

thick soup, as if the person who just put the chicken wings on his plate was not him.

"Thank you!" The young man smiled lightly.

Good food and wine, everyone was very satisfied with this dinner, and even drove away the confusion caused by amnesia

and bewildered.

until……

A well-dressed, slightly overweight middle-aged man with a back combed his hair grabbed his throat with both hands.

With a terrifying clucking sound, his head slammed into the cream cake in front of him, and he didn't move completely after a few seconds.

Ten little soldiers, go out to fight teeth;

Unfortunately, I choked my throat, and only nine remained out of ten.