Have fun with people [Quick Transmigration]

Perhaps because the murderer was identified, Shui Huakong relaxed a bit. Although there are some weird things that have not been understood yet, as long as the murderer is human, not a spirit or a god, people will always think of a way to deal with it.

For this reason, he also forced Tan Li to confirm Meng Lin's life over and over again, confirming that the other party does not have supernatural powers, and so on before a heart fell to the ground.Facing Tan Li's repeated emphasis that the murderer would definitely not be Meng Lin, he scoffed.He firmly believes that as long as the murderer is subdued first, and there is no external danger, they can slowly find a way out.

Lin Nuozhi was not as optimistic as him, but he didn't express it to discourage his belief in survival.If a person is driven to a dead end, he can do no better than a murderer.Instead of this, it is better not to say anything.

Shui Huakong rummaged through the house and found a rusty hoe, held it in his hand and weighed it repeatedly, and said to Lin Nuozhi: "Now that I'm no longer suspected, you can't restrict me to protect myself? You'd better Well, hurry up and find something to defend yourself, that kind of mad murderer won't take pity on you." He didn't know that Lin Nuozhi had a dagger in his hand, so he gave Tan Li a glance, seeing her unmoved, he sneered .

He thought, this nagging witch will have to pay the price for her credulity sooner or later, but who asked her to protect Meng Lin before, anyway, he wouldn't protect her, so let's hope for luck.

Lin Nuozhi saw a few kitchen knives in the kitchen, all of which had curled blades and were not sharp, so he didn't take them. Instead, he picked up a wooden stick and held them in his hand.

He looked at Shui Huakong who was fiddling with a hoe in the yard, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Shui, you haven't eaten a grain of rice since noon yesterday, aren't you hungry?"

Shui Huakong stopped when he heard the words, rubbed his belly and shook his head: "Probably I'm too hungry, I don't feel any more, why, are you hungry?"

It seems to be noon again now.

Lin Nuozhi shook his head silently, he is not hungry at all now, and he still has a lot of strength in his body.Seeing that he was not hungry, Shui Huakong ignored him, and Lin Nuozhi watched for a while, feeling a little heavier in his heart.

"Let's go back to the shrine, where the view is wider and there are candles at night." Lin Nuozhi said, after searching just now, he found that there were no kerosene lamps here either.The kitchen was exhausted and there was nothing left.Looking at the mess, he thought that even if Po Meng didn't die, they wouldn't be able to wait for the next meal.

Tan Li was still crying silently, her eyes were red, she shook her head firmly when she heard the words, and refused to leave no matter what.

"Do you want me to take you away by force?" Lin Nuozhi said lightly.

Tan Li's pupils were watery, and she looked at him with a bit of sadness: "... you devils, it would be great if you didn't come... Nothing like this will happen, nothing will happen." Her tears flowed down , don't have a weak beauty.

Lin Nuozhi silently held the dagger behind her, Tan Li froze and could only be led forward by him.

On the way back, he kicked open the doors of all the passing houses, allowing Tan Li to experience the insincere modeling and weird portraits.

Tan Li was startled to tears.

"Did you see? We are not the devil, your beloved village...is the embodiment of the devil." Lin Nuozhi said, "Stop living in your fantasy, Tan Li."

Tan Li was completely speechless, and was led away by Lin Nuozhi all the way, and returned to the big banyan tree. She still looked like a broken porcelain doll, with dull eyes and a blank expression.

Lin Nuozhi climbed up the tree again, but as he once again confirmed what he thought, the wooden signs full of trees had all become pure wooden signs, each piece was extremely rough, without a single word.

He took out Li Jing's and his own wooden plaques from his pocket, and without exception, all of them were wordless wooden plaques.

It is completely a personal collection. His wooden sign has changed once before, and now it is changing again... These changes are all in the direction of simplicity. Should he believe that the power of this illusion is losing, or... It's almost over?

No... maybe not the end.

Lin Nuozhi's expression became solemn, and he didn't bother to pay attention to Shui Huakong's question, and leaned against the corner of the wall to think.

His eyes were fixed, and he looked carefully at Li Jing's canvas. The large thick purple and half of the blood stains were gradually fading away.If it wasn't for his eyes habitually staying in one place when he was thinking, he might not have noticed that this fading is very slow, but it is indeed changing... He leaned stiffly against the wall, watching the canvas turn white again.

Lin Nuozhi stroked his chest, feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat.

All this... is it really a lie?

As time passed, it seemed as if a floodgate had opened in his mind, and the subsequent death scenes emerged one by one in his mind. If his guess was correct...he finally understood why he was so afraid of Tan Li.

The time... became more and more clear in his mind, there was his death time on the wooden sign, it was at 9:25 on September 15th... and he still remembered the first time he opened his eyes, thinking that he was just When he entered the task, his body was sore. After receiving the memory, he checked the time...it was 27:15.

Lin Nuozhi kept deducing the timeline in his mind. He thought that after his death, Tan Li would also die, so everything could be deduced.

But... there was still a question that stuck in his throat, and he couldn't figure it out.

The three stayed under the banyan tree for two hours without encountering any danger.Shui Huakong couldn't sit still anymore, he started walking up and down more than ten minutes ago and couldn't settle down.It's not like Lin Nuozhi, who is still trying to remember and think about every detail, and it's not like Tan Li, who is kneeling on the ground, crying and singing something to the stone statue.

He thought, they can't just passively defend like this, they should take the initiative to attack, it's just a dwarf, Li Tan can fight, he is still a big man, the two of them shouldn't be afraid of a dwarf but Meng Lin should be afraid of them!

The more Shui Huakong thought about it, the more he felt right, so he began to encourage Lin Nuozhi.Lin Nuozhi thought about it and agreed.

From now until 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, it is a safe period...if his death notice is correct.

Passive defense is also not in line with Lin Nuozhi's personality, the past two days have been enough to make him feel depressed.Even if something goes wrong, at least a few things have been verified, he thought, with his ability, no matter what he can guarantee the safety of the two of them.

But it turns out that plans can't keep up with changes.At that time, because of Tan Li's uncooperativeness, Lin Nuozhi and the others were cautious, and it was obviously inconvenient for them to move with a person who was holding back, so as Tan Li wished, let her stay in the shrine by herself. For this reason, Lin Nuozhi also left her his stick, although Tan Li didn't appreciate it.

At that time, Lin Nuozhi and the others searched around, but they didn't see anyone, and the glowing sight they felt at Granny Meng's house did not appear again. Because the sky was getting dark, they had no choice but to turn back first.They could fight Meng Lin while it was dawn, and they were courting death when it was dark.

But...in just over an hour...the witch died in the shrine she relied on the most.

The person who was supposed to die after 3:27 pm tomorrow died in front of Lin Nuozhi. He glanced at the time and it was 4:28.

There was no smell of blood, and if the dead hadn't actually appeared in front of them, they wouldn't even know that someone died in front of them.The witch died of excessive blood loss from several stab wounds. The blood dripped densely on the masonry slabs, but unexpectedly there was no smell. Only Lin Nuozhi noticed this, and Shui Huakong was staring at her in disbelief.

Even Lin Nuozhi took a deep breath, feeling a little dazed in his heart... Although he hoped that there would be facts to disprove his deduction, but the witch really died because of this, and his heart was still very complicated.

Or, the order of death will also change within a certain range... It's not what he thought, it's just a simple reappearance of the death scene.

Yes, Lin Nuozhi thinks...all of them are dead.

Although he was a ghost before, he never thought that he was a ghost in this life, but everything that happened made his belief even more shaken.He thought, maybe it has something to do with the fact that the original owner didn't want to believe that he was dead, and he didn't have the external conditions to become a ghost...

Lin Nuozhi's speculation is as follows:

This village is a place to raise corpses, and it is very dark. The ghosts of the people who died here linger. It is the thoughts that the dead saw before they were alive that interweave this ghost village.The fantasy model is mainly based on the family of Tan Li and Meng Po, who are originally from the village.And Li Tan, Li Jing, Jing Yueshui Huakong and his wife were the survivors who strayed into the ghost village, but they were killed because of this, and became earth-bound spirits.

Because of the deep grievances, everyone's grievances formed a real illusion, constantly repeating the scene that happened before his death.Because there were some intersections in life, the reappearance of death is also intertwined, just like a dream of one person, but now it has become a dream of everyone together, each showing their own death fragments before and after, turning into a more real one. Illusions, allowing them to repeatedly experience the horrors they created.

The terror brought about by this kind of death will raise the Yin Qi, and the Yin Qi will feed back the illusion... If the cycle continues, all the dead in this ghost village will turn into ghosts, and they will never be reborn forever.And precisely because they are ground-bound spirits, they can only move within a certain range, so seeing the road close in front of them, they can't go up anyway.

The witch once said that outsiders must go through four days and three nights before they can leave without dying.This... is the time limit of reincarnation, in groups of four days, they will have their memories washed away and start over.But because he is an outsider and his soul is more powerful, some vague memories have not been completely cleaned, so he has a premonition of death, and a familiar intuition of seeing everything, because all this has happened before, and what he experienced Yes, just keep repeating the past!

Because of the passage of time, these illusions are about to be overthrown, so they are constantly collapsing, the sense of reality is gradually lost, the modeling is assimilated, the villagers are turned into wax scarecrows, the smell of blood and blood disappears, and the hunger and fatigue disappear... This is all for reincarnation prepare for.

So who killed them?Meng Lin?On the contrary, Lin Nuozhi prefers that Meng Lin is a figure embodied by all their dead... Because they are already dead, who has the ability to kill ghosts again and again?Maybe it was Meng Lin who killed him in reality, but the original owner or he didn't guess that when the death reappeared, there would be no scene of Meng Lin killing him. All he could see was the scene of the dead.

These... are the most reasonable truths that Lin Nuozhi can deduce based on the current clues.

But at present... there are three doubts.

Logically speaking, the reappearance of death will not change. No matter how many times you die and when you die, it is fixed. All the previous deaths are within Lin Nuozhi's expectation... But the death of the witch, Earlier!In his death notice, he was shot from behind. At that time, the witch and her were one behind the other. When he died, he tried his best to turn around and saw the terrified eyes of the witch.Because only the two of them were present at the time, the main reason why Lin Nuo became afraid of the witch after his reincarnation was that he subconsciously believed that his death had something to do with the other party.

Second, time changes.Again, the reappearance of death is because the living is unwilling to believe in their own death and resentment, so they keep repeating a behavior that happened before they were alive. Under this illusion, the time of death will definitely not change.But his watch will run, and the mobile phone before Shui Huakong can move. His last death time was September 9, but the current time assumes that his eyes do not have hallucinations, then it is September 25, and he Lost consciousness is 9 days.That is to say, there is only one reincarnation at present, and this is the second time.This is also an important clue for him to feel that they are in reincarnation.But after careful scrutiny, I found it weird, how could the unconscious earth-bound spirit push the real time to move and change?

Third, the awakening of his own consciousness.Just as Lin Nuo thought it was Tan Li's spiritual fantasy at the beginning, he believed that as long as Tan Li realizes that this is an illusion, it will definitely be broken for the same reason.Since he himself realizes that he is dead and all of this is false, why is he still trapped here, with no other meaning besides passively discovering the weakening of the illusion?

So at present, Lin Nuozhi does not dare to jump to conclusions... There is still key information that has not been obtained.

He glanced at the witch, who fell on the threshold of the hall of the shrine. The blood stains stretched from the outside to the inside of the door. It could be seen that she was attacked outside the door at that time. Unprepared, she stabbed at her lower back. The witch wanted to run, struggled, and ran all the way to the door, so blood was spilled all over the floor, but she fell to the ground exhausted at the threshold and never got up again.

Her black hair was scattered in a pool of blood, her side face was pressed against the floor, her white top was stained with blood, and her purple hakama was laid flat on the ground, exuding the beauty of death.Her expression was bewildered, her eyes were slightly opened, she seemed puzzled and relieved, and there was a trace of melancholy on her brows.

Such a magnificent woman passed away... Even though I was very dissatisfied with her before, even though I suspected that everything was false, even though everything would be reincarnated if he couldn't find the key points... Lin Nuo still had a hint of gloom in his heart, if He shouldn't have the idea of ​​testing and experimenting... She will live longer.

Lin Nuozhi picked up the witch's body and placed her on the futon on the altar.When he came out, he stopped and squatted down.A word twisted on the ground came into his sight.

"Water painting empty!" He shouted.

He stared at the ground with solemn eyes, and Shui Huakong came over because he didn't understand, and looked down: "This is... a word?"

Lin Nuozhi thought for a while. The place where the bloody word appeared was exactly where the witch's left hand had covered it. There was a high possibility that the witch wrote down a reminder for them.

This blood character is... a well-shaped square, with a stroke next to it, and bloody handprints around it.

"What does this mean?" Shui Huakong asked.

Lin Nuozhi looked at it for a while, then raised his eyes to Shui Huakong: "You can't fail to see, the biggest possibility is your wife's name...Jing Yue."

Shui Huakong thought it was ridiculous: "Write my wife's name when she died? My wife was the first to die!"

Lin Nuozhi also found it strange, but no matter how you look at this icon... it's all a well, and the stroke is also the first stroke of the moon.

"This is just a guess...then what else can you think of?" Lin Nuozhi asked, but Shui Huakong didn't speak again, and he immediately thought of his wife's name.

"Generally speaking, if a person has time to leave a message before death, it will be the murderer's name. But if this is written by the murderer, deliberately confusing our sight... what's the point?"

Lin Nuozhi couldn't figure it out. He squatted aside and tried to write the message. After trying a dozen times, he found that it should be written by the witch herself.

If the murderer was pulling the other party's hand to write, the font should be stronger, but he saw that the character was soft as a whole, with irregular left hand writing, weak closing, and basically no font.But the miko wrote this word... what was she trying to tell them?

It's Jingyue who can't kill her, right?

However, the witch's death method is different from that of Jing Yue and Li Jing. Instead of being hacked to death with an axe, she was stabbed to death by a dozen knives with a dagger.Was her death the work of key suspect Meng Lin?

It's a pity that there are only bloody footprints of the witch at the scene, and there are no extra clues.

After this, among the people Lin Nuozhi knew, apart from the invisible Meng Lin, there were only him and Shui Huakong left.

Now that they know that his death notice will also be changed...they can no longer take it lightly.

But Lin Nuozhi has noticed that the important point that he has not comprehended for the time being... is the most important thing to get rid of the current situation!His time... is really running out!

He once again made a list in his mind of all the timelines and murders.

But Shui Huakong shivered, feeling that the cold was getting worse and worse, and the sky was getting darker and darker.Now there was a corpse in the yard, and another in the hall... He really felt that all his life's fear had been used up in these few days.He turned around to light up all the candles in the hall, and finally felt that his eyes felt much better.

He watched the woman standing aside quietly, chanting her name and time, and he felt a little more at ease, and began to speak, with a slightly sad voice.

"I've always thought that my wife and I are a good match...although sometimes I find her annoying, narrow-minded, and jealous, but I still remember that we have a good relationship, you know how we met ?"

Lin Nuozhi raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

"The fate between us comes from our names, because both of us have rare surnames. My surname is Shui, and her surname is Jing. The water in the well, the moon in the water, is as picturesque as empty... It's easy to remember, isn't it." Shui Huakong Laughing self-deprecatingly, "Facts have proved...it's really nothing, love is gone...even life is gone..."

Originally, Lin Nuozhi just listened indifferently, but now he didn't blink for a long time, Shui Huakong was still sighing, but he straightened up suddenly: "Mr. Shui, did you find that our names are very coincidental?"

Shui Huakong didn't understand, so he stopped talking.

Lin Nuozhi murmured to himself: "Li Jing, Li Tan, Shui Huakong, Jingyue, Tan is just a flash in the pan, and together it is a mirror flower and a moon. Tan Li... the other way around is Li Tan, Meng Lin... Meng, the son of Granny Meng... plum……?"

"An empty...a dream?" Lin Nuozhi's voice became smaller and smaller, he...did he think in the wrong direction at the beginning?

If it's a dream... why is it so real?

"Even if it's a dream...it's not time for you to wake up yet." A gentle and firm voice sounded in his ear, like a thunderbolt, waking him up suddenly. Lin Nuozhi looked back, but only saw the burning candle Fire and water paint Kong's frowning face.

"Listen..." Lin Nuozhi hesitated.

"What did you say? By the way, what did you say was a strange name just now?" Shui Huakong asked suspiciously.

Lin Nuozhi shook his head and said nothing.

Lin Nuozhi tightened his dagger, found an excuse, and came to the witch's bedroom in the side hall. He had checked it before, and there was nothing suspicious. There was no window here, except for a high skylight. After closing the door tightly, It's a secret room.But just like that, he still felt that his body was dripping with cold sweat and his steps were heavy.

He leaned his back against the wall and slipped to the ground, his voice hoarse: "An... Ling Xuan? Is that you?"

The voice just now was so familiar that his soul trembled for a while, even if it was dangerous, he still chose to put all his eggs in one basket.

This is probably the case for people. Once you get used to being accompanied by others, you will find that the journey of fighting alone is so difficult.

What responded to him was the loneliness of the room.

Maybe it was really because I was under too much pressure and had hallucinations.

Although he was once annoyed at the other party's deception to him, Lin Nuozhi was still slightly disappointed that the other party really did not show up again.He closed his eyes to sort out his mood, stood up from the ground, just put his hands on the door bolt, a gentle breeze wrapped him in warmth, and the coldness brought by the night swept away.

"Nuozhi... I'm sorry, I'm late." A shallow sigh sounded in his ears, and went straight to his heart.

Lin Nuozhi froze in place, suddenly frowned, and smiled silently.