The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

Wen Zheliu thought for a while, then nodded again: "...OK."

The milk is warm, sweet and slippery, and it is so soothing down the throat that it can make people squint their eyes.Wen Zheliu let go of all the entanglements for the time being, calmed down, raised his head and said, "By the way... how about the others?"

He Qin handed over his mobile phone: "Here."

Wen Zheliu hastily opened it to take a look. Since seven o'clock in the morning, a dozen or so messages have been swiped on it.

Du Zijun: [The contents of the notebook [picture] [picture] [picture] [picture]]

Du Zijun: [Take a few key points first, you can make do with it.What about the pictures on the wall? 】

He Qin: [[Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture]]

He Qin: [Only these four. 】

Xie Yuanyuan: [Completely... I don't understand _(:з"∠)_]

Du Zijun: [Then those who don't have class in the morning, go and look up the meaning of the characters on the wall first, and let's talk if you find anything. 】

He Qin: 【OK】

Wen Zheliu was not in a hurry to open the contents of the notebook sent by Du Zijun, but first looked at the photos taken by He Qin.

On the white wall, crooked incantation symbols were painted intermittently in a red to black blood color, and it looked like it was drawn with the palm of your hand.The connection between each symbol is disconnected, and in some places, five deep fingerprints are clearly condensed, just like the marks left by five meteors.

Like cobwebs, like graffiti, the mantras are interlaced and covered with each other, so that people can only see the rough outline.In addition, there are a few lines of small handwriting written with fingers.

"In 20XX, August...8th? Or 13th?" He dragged the photo, zoomed in and zoomed in, struggling to identify the date scrawled on it, "I'm going to die here, we're all dead, I Is it going to be over, save me, I don't want to die, I was wrong, I shouldn't be here with them..."

It can be seen from the messy strokes and chaotic tone that the narrator's sanity has fallen into madness.The people next to him had no way of knowing what happened to him and what kind of stimulation he received. However, this line of words still made people feel chills. Coupled with the strange incantations on the wall, there was a premonition that something was wrong.

"August and how many years is this?" Wen Zheliu asked confused, "Time is a very important clue, especially the time deliberately concealed by the plot..."

"What do you think?" He Qin asked, "No matter how many years it is, do you think it's the 13th or the 18th?"

Wen Zheliu was silent for a moment, then resolutely said: "Number 13."

"Why?" As if by magic, He Qin turned out a plate of poached eggs fried until golden, "If the words are good, I will reward Lime with delicious food."

"..." Wen Zheliu scratched his nose: "What if the words are not good?"

He Qin smiled and said, "Then we have to trade things for delicious food."

As he said that, he tapped his cheek with his slender fingers, Wen Zheliu narrowed his eyes, and refused to think about what he wanted to exchange for his breakfast.

"First of all, August 8th is not an unfamiliar number." Wen Zheliu said, "If the report is true, August 13th was the day when all the survivors of supernatural games were rescued last year, and from last year's 8th to now, the four None of the missing teachers and students have been found."

"Do you think these were the work of one of those four teachers and students?"

"Although this possibility cannot be ruled out." Wen Zheliu pondered, "If the date of writing these things is the 18th, it proves that they were still trapped in the inner world at night, but..."

"But what?"

"Blood. Blood on the wall, too much."

He Qin's expression remained unchanged, and he brought over his empty milk glass: "Then? Keep talking."

"I wanted to say earlier that when a person is alive, sane, and has the strength to write, he will not be able to squeeze out the bleeding of the entire wall no matter what. The person who wrote these things must have a dead body on hand spare."

"So, what do you mean?"

"Is there a possibility," Wen Zheliu considered his words, and said cautiously, "Of course, I'm just proposing a possibility. What if the person who wrote this word was not the four teachers and students, but other victims?"

He Qin looked at him, and finally smiled approvingly.

"Yes, this conjecture is very interesting."

Wen Zheliu said: "From the very beginning of the doll game, to the wooden man last night, and tonight's Hanako, I can conclude that the missing teachers and students should have died long ago. In every game scene, no less than one person died , The strange images in the world at night may not be due to the evil spirits."

"Then the question is, if the bodies of the four teachers and students are scattered in different game scenes, where did the person who wrote these things get so much blood?"

He Qin stared at him with a smile, and finished the next sentence for him: "So you concluded that the time is the 13th. Because according to your inference, even on the 18th, the missing teachers and students were still alive, and they were still trapped in the The possibility of the other world, but the people who wrote these words are not them. There are other people... who were also trapped on August 8th of an unknown year, and they were also victims of spiritual games."

"Yes." Wen Zheliu breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right, that's what I meant."

"August 8th in different years, victims in different years. Reincarnation," He Qin pushed the fried egg in front of him, "you want to talk about this."

Wen Zheliu took a bite of the crispy fried egg, and said inarticulately: "Of course, there is another conjecture, but... let's wait until we find out the evidence."

He Qin raised his hand and wiped away the remaining fried egg shards on his lips: "It's delicious to eat, don't talk."

Wen Zheliu: "No, no, no!"

After breakfast, the two of them changed their clothes, packed up, and planned to go to the library with their bags on their backs.He Qin conveniently put on gold-rimmed glasses and a black windbreaker, with a straight waistline, broad shoulders and long legs. He could turn a mere path covered with fallen leaves into an autumn and winter fashion show. Fortunately, it was time for classes, and the campus There were only a few students in the village, but it didn't cause any large crowds to watch.

Wen Zheliu lowered his head, flipping through the incantation symbols copied by He Qin.Although the patterns on the wall were extremely chaotic and some of the strokes were stacked together, He Qin was able to separate them one by one accurately and write them down on the paper, so that two sides of the letter paper were piled up.

"Handwriting analysis, restore the writing direction." He Qin said, while pushing open the glass door of the school library for Wen Zheliu, "If you want to learn, I will teach you."

"Thank you." Wen Zheliu said casually, and lowered his voice when he entered the door, "However, I'm at a loss and can't understand at all."

The circles of these symbols are connected with circles, and the horizontal and vertical strokes in the middle are like branches growing horizontally, forming shapes such as beaks, human figures, trees, and stone monuments.It's not an alphabet, it's not Sanskrit, it's not Arabic, it's not Tibetan...instead, it's a bit like a variant of hieroglyphics.

"If you can find a bilingual comparison table, these things will be easier to decipher," He Qin glanced at, "The system can't embarrass people to this extent, it's okay."

He Qin took out the teacher's borrowing card, and signaled Wen Zheliu to go to the second floor first, and look for pictograph comparison materials.

Wen Zheliu flipped through the pages and walked towards the second floor with his head buried.He looked around and was about to find a seat to sit down when he suddenly saw two familiar figures sneaking behind the bookshelves on the second floor where there were few people.

Wen Zheliu: "...what are you hiding, I've seen you two a long time ago."

Hua Ying and Xue Wenshu leaned out from behind the bookshelves one after the other, and each laughed twice.

"What a coincidence," Hua Ying rubbed the back of his head, and gave a thumbs up to Wen Zheliu righteously, "Sure enough, stand-in messengers will attract each other!"

Wen Zheliu was expressionless: "Then hurry back to Duwang Town, the library can't accommodate you as a stand-in messenger."

"Hey, brother, don't be so heartless, anyway, we are now on the same front..."

"Who is on the same front as you?" He Qin said with a smile from behind Wen Zheliu, "You just need to protect yourselves, and don't let the members of Muspelheim who have turned on the defection mode get in. Empty will do."

Wen Zheliu turned around: "How do you know that Garm has turned on defection mode?"

"He has a temperament like a wild dog. Without He Rui, how dare he turn on the massacre mode." He Qin chuckled sarcastically, walked to his side, and faced the president of the Inquisition, "Why, you don't go to class?"

Hua Ying pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, with a quiet smile on his face: "Students who haven't skipped class are not enough to be called students."

He Qin pulled Wen Zheliu, raised his legs and left: "Okay, let's find a place to sit down."

Hua Ying hurriedly followed them: "Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai

He Qin stopped in his tracks, and casually glanced at his hand: "So, now, not only do we need to share the hidden information of the second level, but we also need to see the answer to the first level?"

"Share the enemy, let's share the same hatred first!" Hua Ying said sternly, "An organization without the spirit of unity is an immature organization, and a team without team awareness is a team that cannot hold the flag! Now that we have a common enemy, we must Abandon the past, look to the future, and achieve higher, farther, and bigger goals! Teacher He, what do you think!"

"I think that the guiding ideology of the organization is self-improvement, the central idea is perseverance, and the specific policy is to study hard until you die. Learning to walk independently is actually the basic requirement for every member of the organization." He Qin Smiling like a tree, "The above is my personal opinion."

Hua Ying: "..."

Wen Zheliu, who was listening, let out a soft sigh.

Don't think about it, there is no one who can flirt with He Qin.

But when he saw a girl from Xue Wenshu grabbing Hua Ying's sleeve, he couldn't bear it, so he said: "You can listen, but we will not tell you the conclusion. We are not responsible for all the conjectures put forward. You guys Judge for yourself."

Huaying immediately beamed with a smile: "Hey, thank you brother! I owe you this kindness, and I will definitely repay you in the future!"

Wen Zheliu sent a message to Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan to inform him, and then the four of them acted together to find it in the language classification and historical miscellaneous notes classification on the second floor.

In the end, it was Wen Zheliu who found a dilapidated book in a dusty corner on one side, a comparative narrative about the lost text and mysterious symbols.

He Qin transcribed the first mantra brought by Huaying by restoring writing, and said casually: "The deciphering of hieroglyphs is generally a very difficult and obscure process. Taking ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics as an example, people until In 1799, the unearthed Rosetta Stone saw the dawn of deciphering hieroglyphs."

"The Rosetta Stone," Xue Wenshu interjected, "I know it, and there are comparisons between Greek and hieroglyphs on it, which makes it possible to decipher ancient Egyptian writing from impossible."

He Qin nodded: "But even with the comparison table, the deciphering work has been stagnant for a long time. After more than ten years of hard work, the French scholar Champollion used the name of the pharaoh as a breakthrough to first analyze the Egyptian characters of Ptolmes and Cleopatra. spelling."

Huaying wondered: "There are comparison tables, why is it so difficult?"

"Because there are 486 Greek words, but there are 1419 corresponding hieroglyphs." He Qin said indifferently, "Besides the difference in language, the classification of phonetic and ideographic characters in hieroglyphics is also unknown... In short, it is very complicated."

After copying the part in his hand, he pushed the paper to Wen Zheliu, opened the tattered book by himself, only glanced at it, then frowned and said: "It's over."

Wen Zheliu hurriedly raised his head from the pile of ghost symbols: "What's the matter?"

"The system of this thing is a system that combines phonetics and ideographical expressions." He looked helpless, and there was a hint of amused, "The people in the Ministry of Humanities and Humanities who develop games are really good at doing things. With a bit of research on the system, they actually created a set of hieroglyphs for me according to the standards of ancient Egyptian writing... What else can I say?"

Wen Zheliu: "...Let's just say you dig a hole and dance for yourself."