Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

To Fei's disappointment, the bookstore was empty, and there was no bookstore owner she wanted to meet.

She sighed and left the bookstore.

The shops on both sides of the bookstore were also empty.

The dolls in the window of the doll shop have already accumulated a layer of dust.A girl doll in a red dress, staring lifelessly at the outside world.

The missionaries went all the way north, probably walked several hundred meters, but found nothing.

However, they didn't know that the audience in the live broadcast room had already been blown away.

"That doll...!!"

"Is it the first nightmare of Beibei's live broadcast? Is it that nightmare?!"

"Damn, have you seen that doll in the red dress?! What's going on with this nightmare! I'm shocked!"

"I was also shocked... This nightmare included elements of other nightmares? But before Beibei said that your nightmare was related to the nightmare, I thought your nightmare was like this..."

"The reasoning boss has spoken my heart!"

"Me too!"

"So is this nightmare really the ultimate nightmare?"

"This... I don't think so. I think Beibei's nightmare is it!"

"That's right! Beibei is the strong one!"

"Calm down, Beibei has said before that his nightmare is not the ultimate nightmare..."

"Anyway, how could this nightmare contain elements of other nightmares?"

"Uh, I have two thoughts. It's just a coincidence, of course, it's unlikely; the second is, isn't the background of this game doomsday? Maybe the nightmares of these narrow-building residents are actually interlinked?

"Their nightmares are based on what they have encountered in the apocalypse, and their past is in the same context. Some people's nightmare scenes are relatively small, confined to their own square, so they can't see anything.

"But for some people, the nightmare scene is relatively large, which may include other people's experiences in the doomsday.

"However, even if the experience of other people is included, it does not mean that their real experience will be absolutely reproduced. Every nightmare will definitely be carried out according to the memory of the nightmare owner."

"That's why, there is no one in the doll shop and bookstore, it's just a lonely scene, it doesn't mean that the doll shop owner and Xiaochun will appear in this nightmare."

"Makes sense!"

"I got it! I really got it!"

"This world view is a bit interesting. According to this, in fact, in nightmares, clues to other nightmares can also be found? Of course, the premise is that the scene is large enough."

"On the contrary, I am more and more curious about what Beibei's nightmare is. It is related to the nightmare, but it is not in the present form...?"

"Suddenly I want to know, is this the only scene in this nightmare? If it's a coincidence enough, will it include all the nightmares we experienced with Beibeiqi before?"

"It's all very unlikely... I'm surprised that there is such a doll shop!"

The missionaries discussed happily.

They were deeply impressed by the first nightmare they had when they met Xu Beijin, and even if some viewers hadn't watched the live broadcast of that time, they all understood it during the lively discussion among the audience.

Based on the perspective of God, the audience has realized the special features of this nightmare, but these missionaries have not yet realized it.

Fei, Mu Jiashi, and the long-haired man have never been to the nightmare that Wu Shen once had, so they missed a certain opportunity to discover the secret at this moment.

However, they still have enough time in this nightmare with a large enough scene.

Mu Jiashi looked up at the sky from time to time, seeming a little anxious.

Fei asked him: "What's wrong?"

Mu Jiashi said vaguely: "Some... omens in the nightmare."

Fei was startled, and stopped asking.She didn't want to know too much information about this nightmare, not only because she didn't want to be preconceived, but maybe also because... She had a faint uneasiness and fear about this nightmare.

...She knew that this nightmare was Mu Jiashi's nightmare of failure.When Mu Jiashi mentioned this nightmare, her attitude was ambiguous and secretive, which made her faintly understand.

But what exactly does this nightmare mean, that it can give Mu Jiashi such a deep blow?

He always said that he was a waste and a loser, but when Fei and Wu Jian returned to the bottom of the narrow building and heard about Mu Jiashi's great achievements, they felt strange.

Such a tasker, such a tasker whose reputation is still circulated among some people at the bottom of the narrow building, would he feel defeated and self-loathing because of a certain nightmare?

What happened?

What was the failure that almost killed him?

Fei is very curious about Mu Jiashi's experience in this nightmare, but she doesn't want to ask directly.

They come to a crossroads.The traffic lights had stopped working, which made Fei fully aware of how the social order had collapsed at the end of the day.

She was anxious to cross the road.

At this moment, a lunatic rushed out of the shop at the corner, yelling, and crazily bumped into the three taskers.He didn't do anything else, just headbutted the three people, as if to drive them away.

The long-haired man opened his arms excitedly: "Come on! Kill me!"

The lunatic lowered his head and bumped the long-haired man with the top of his head, making the latter stagger, but sighed in disappointment.

Fei was caught off guard and fell to the ground.Mu Jiashi stretched out his hand to pull her up, then looked at the lunatic and the shop behind him.

"Skinhead barbershop?" he muttered oddly.

Fei twitched the corners of her mouth, looked at the lunatic, and said, "As expected...they are all crazy."

She instinctively recalled what happened in her last nightmare.

The long-haired man yelled in dissatisfaction: "It's so boring! Let's go!"

The lunatic looked at them with fear and hatred, and retreated to his barbershop.

They continued walking, then stopped, looking at each other.

They saw a hot pot restaurant that was bustling and crowded.The hot pot restaurant opened on the side of the street, and the business is very prosperous.

There are already many people waiting for a seat outside the door, and it is also steaming inside the door.The smoke from the boiling hot pot made everyone look fuzzy, as if they were doing something that had nothing to do with them.

But it is they who eat mechanically.

And the people waiting outside with numbers were even more impatient.There was a little boy who was lying on the glass window watching the people inside eating hot pot, and his saliva was about to flow out.

If this scene was in normal times, it would naturally look ordinary, but at this moment, the whole block is so quiet, and this hot pot restaurant is so lively, it seems extraordinarily weird.

Fei couldn't help asking in confusion: "Are they crazy, or...not crazy?"

The long-haired man didn't find an opportunity to die in this nightmare, and now he looks quite normal.

He said harshly: "It's crazy to look at." He said eccentrically, "Doing things that are incompatible with society, in the eyes of those 'normal people', isn't it crazy?"

Mu Jiashi looked at him and thought, who would want to accept such cynical thoughts at this moment?

Mu Jiashi said very realistically: "Go in and have a look. At least there are so many people there."

They walked towards the strange hot pot restaurant.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the warm and overflowing atmosphere.The three taskers were infected almost instinctively. They swallowed at the same time, as if they could eat their favorite dishes in seconds.

But precisely because of this, they subconsciously stopped.

Fei said, "It's not right." She stared at the hotpot restaurant, "There's a...very delicate atmosphere."

Mu Jiashi said: "This kind of madness may be contagious."

Fei murmured, "That must have been such a desperate scene."

The long-haired man stared at the hot pot restaurant, constantly swallowing the saliva secreted subconsciously.He felt that his appetite was boiling, but the more so, the more reluctant he was to move.He seemed to be enjoying this almost tortured feeling.

Both Fei and Mu Jiashi ignored him.

Fei yelled at a customer who was waiting for a seat: "Hello! Can I ask you a question?"

There was a distance of more than ten meters between them, but Fei was unwilling to pass by anyway.She sensed danger.

The man raised his head in a daze, and pointed at himself blankly.

Fei nodded: "It's you! I have a question for you."

She chose this person because the others were all in groups of three or four, but this person was alone, sitting silently at the end, curled up, as if enduring the torment of hunger.

Fei asked him: "Is the hot pot here delicious? There are a lot of people here, how long do we have to wait!"

"Delicious!" The man gave a thumbs up unskillfully, and said in a rather fascinated tone, "But, it's mainly for this family, the hot pot bath."

Hot pot bath?

Fei asked him what a hot pot bath is.

The man said, "It's just pouring the boiling hot pot soup over your head, until it drips down to the soles of your feet..." He said in an admiring tone, "I heard that someone can do it, and I hope I can do it too."

Scarlet thought strangely, so she went directly to the hospital, right?

"What's the point of a hot pot bath?" she asked.

"Clean yourself." The man's eyes widened. "This is the meaning of hot pot bath."

"Why not use clean water?" Fei asked, "And the hot pot is so hot."

"The hotter the better," the man muttered, "High temperature sterilization..."

Fei: "..."

Who would use hot pot to sterilize bacteria!

Fei disagreed and wanted to continue talking.

But Mu Jiashi suddenly pulled her and said: "This is just a lunatic." He used a rather restrained tone, "Don't entangle him too much."

Only then did Fei wake up, realizing that she seemed to be a little over the top just now.

She whispered in surprise, "This is... contagious madness?"

"Maybe." Mu Jiashi stared at the hot pot restaurant, "They seem to regard hot pot as a kind of belief...they regard the hot pot soup base as something like holy water."

Fei felt a chill, as if tiny bugs were crawling around behind her back.In the hot summer, she broke out in a cold sweat.

She trembled and said, "But, it's impossible that this hotpot restaurant is the only one going crazy..."

"So this is contagious..." Mu Jiashi whispered, "How many people in the world have fallen into this madness?"

Fei bit her lip, stared at the hot pot restaurant for a while, and then said, "Go ahead. I want to know what else is waiting for us ahead."

"What's more important is the nightmare itself." Mu Jiashi said, "These lunatics are just the 'danger' in the nightmare."

Fei forced a smile: "I know, I understand what you mean. I just... I just..." She said blankly, "I was just thinking, what happened at that time..."

They can no longer just see these scenes as a game.They can't do that.This is what happened on their Earth.Perhaps, it once happened to them and beside them.

Although they have lost those terrible memories, they seem to be able to empathize with them.

Therefore, when Fei saw the group of lunatics in the nightmare, what she thought of was not how terrifying and terrifying this nightmare was, but what she thought was, did human beings face such madness on Earth back then?

Suddenly, caught off guard, it destroyed human civilization, madness?

Three taskers left the hot pot restaurant worriedly.

Ding Yi and He Shujun did not go south immediately.

Before that, it was the couple who studied the bus stop sign, but they didn't find anything. Then Ding Yi and He Shujun discovered the problem in the bank, and they didn't say there was any problem at the bus stop.

But when Ding Yi and He Shujun walked past the bus station, they suddenly heard two bus horns coming from the corner.

There is a bus coming.

He Shujun turned his head and looked at the stop sign, then at the passing bus, and said with some surprise: "It's a tourist bus, and the last stop is a museum... There are two more stops. How about, let's sit down?"

Ding Yi silently nodded.

He Shujun is a self-satisfied and approachable person, so facing Ding Yi's taciturn and dull, she didn't say anything, just smiled and got on the bus on her own.

Ding Yi followed behind her.

They had no money, but neither did the bus.This tour line is now free.

The bus driver was an uncle in his 40s. When he saw Ding Yi and He Shujun getting on the bus, he just glanced at them, then turned his head silently and continued driving.

He Shujun muttered in a low voice: "I have an ominous premonition."

She looked at the rest of the people on the bus.

There were about seven or eight passengers, each of them silently glanced at them like a bus driver, and then turned their heads.

Ding Yi and He Shujun went to the seats at the end of the bus and sat down.

He Shujun whispered to Ding Yi, "I suspect there is something wrong with this bus."

Ding Yi said softly: "It is still operating at this moment, there must be something wrong."

He Shujun nodded in agreement.

They looked out the window in silence.The sun was shining, and the sun shone on the road, reflecting greasy and harsh light.

The wide sidewalks on the side of the road make one imagine how many tourists should be walking in this block while sweating and happily at this moment when everything is normal.

"Cangcheng..." He Shujun muttered in confusion, "I always feel like I've heard this name somewhere before."

Ding Yi glanced at her, then lowered his eyes.

The bus was running normally, and there were no problems as they imagined.The bus driver still abides by the traffic rules, even though there are no traffic lights at this time.

The only time the bus stopped, which shocked the two taskers, was because a lunatic suddenly jumped out from the side of the street, as if he was about to commit suicide, and voluntarily crashed into the bus.

The driver slammed on the brakes and stopped the bus.

Inertia made Ding Yi, He Shujun, and other passengers stagger immediately.The extroverted He Shujun even cried out in pain subconsciously, but then, she instinctively silenced her voice and looked around suspiciously.

None of the seven or eight passengers made a sound.

They just tip over and sit up straight as if nothing happened.They sat there expressionless, as if nothing had happened.They are like clay dolls, lifeless.

He Shujun felt that the bus was too quiet, she frowned, and met Ding Yi's eyes.

She said, "Do you think it's strange?" She looked at the passengers, "These people... look like vegetative people."

Ding Yi said: "Maybe their crazy performance is to sit quietly in the bus and be a qualified passenger?"

He Shujun couldn't help laughing, and teased Ding Yi familiarly: "This kind of madness is really funny. They couldn't be on the bus when the incident happened, so they were stuck here... right?"

She blinked: "Impossible, right?"

Ding Yi looked at her silently.

He Shujun frowned: "Is it really possible?" She said to herself, "That's too weird..."

Ding Yi shook his head, thinking that this person had finished everything.

She looked out the window, and after a while, she suddenly said, "It's the stop."

"What is this station?" He Shujun asked subconsciously, and then answered the question by herself, "It seems to be... what kind of art gallery?"

The bus stops.Just when the two mission workers thought that no one would get off at this station, even several passengers stood up and got off the bus straight.

Afterwards, there were only three passengers, the driver, Ding Yi and He Shujun left in the car.

He Shujun swallowed nervously, and said, "I'm beginning to regret getting in this car. I always feel that there is something wrong..."

But what would be the problem?What kind of madness does this bus mean?

She thought, it should be fine, after all, passengers were getting on and off normally at the previous station, and it was starting and running normally.Perhaps the madness of this bus is that it keeps repeating this tourist route, nothing more.

But thinking of the murder that happened in the bank before, and the group of lunatics who ran out of this block from time to time, He Shujun still couldn't help feeling worried.

She patted her cheek and murmured to herself, "Xiaohe, Xiaohe, this is your choice to go back to the bottom of the narrow building and enter this nightmare...you must work hard..."

Ding Yi looked at He Shujun, who was cheering him up in a low voice, and somehow wanted to laugh.

She shook her head and looked out the window at the buildings speeding by.

Suddenly, she said, "Do you feel..."

"what?"

Ding Yi hesitated for a while, then said firmly: "This bus is slowly accelerating."

He Shujun was stunned, and then immediately poked his head out of the window to observe the distance to the next stop sign.During normal driving, of course, passengers should not poke their heads out of the window, not to mention that in such a nightmare, it may mean more risks.

But at this moment, she can't care about that much anymore.

After a few seconds, she retracted her head and said solemnly: "That's true." She said, "Obviously we are almost approaching the terminal..."

Ding Yi said, "Could it be..." She guessed, "The road to death?"

He Shujun was stunned, and then said: "You mean, the terminal means death? Will this bus hit something later?"

Ding Yi said: "It is possible. It is accelerating continuously, as if it wants to commit suicide."

"But..." She looked at the few passengers who were still on the bus, her lips trembling, and said blankly, "In this case, wouldn't the first round of nightmares be over in a very short time?"

"Maybe it's because we got on this bus." Ding Yi analyzed rationally, "some special mechanism was triggered. The driver and passengers looked at us just now."

He Shujun was restless, she murmured: "No, it can't be... Maybe it's because I want to avoid something, so I speed up, right?"

Ding Yi said, "Yes, it's also possible."

He Shujun was somewhat persuaded, but it had no effect on their current situation.The speed of the bus was getting faster and faster, and she could almost hear the buzzing of the wind whistling past her ears.

She finally couldn't sit still anymore, stood up abruptly, and rushed to the driver's seat in front of her.

Ding Yi was startled by her impulsive and eager action, and hurriedly followed.

They saw that the driver's face was still expressionless, like a doll, but on the dashboard, the speed of the bus was indeed slowly increasing.

He Shujun has already seen the bus stop sign, and the magnificent museum is next to it.She couldn't help saying: "Driver! Stop! We're going down, we've arrived!"

The driver's mouth opened and closed: "The terminal, don't stop, you guys, get off later."

"Why didn't you stop?!" He Shujun asked in amazement.

"Museum, don't stop." The driver said stiffly, "Here, don't stop. There is a notice, but you didn't read it."

"What notice?" He Shujun asked anxiously, "What happened?!"

The bus has passed the stop sign of the museum.

The driver let off the gas pedal almost immediately, and the bus immediately slowed down and finally came to a slow stop.There seemed to be an inexplicable emotion in the driver's empty eyes. He restarted the bus and drove towards the parking lot.

He whispered: "Museum, you can't go."

He Shujun frowned and asked, "You drove so fast just because you were afraid of museums?!"

Ding Yi said softly beside him: "So your guess just now is correct, it is indeed to avoid something, and then it accelerates crazily."

He Shujun muttered: "But what is he afraid of? What can there be in the museum?"

The driver froze and said nothing.

The two mission workers heard footsteps coming from the back of the carriage. They turned their heads and found that all three passengers had stood up, standing expressionlessly in front of the door where they got off at the back of the bus, waiting quietly. .

The driver drove the car without speaking.

The atmosphere was so stiff and condensed that He Shujun couldn't stand it anymore.

About another 30 seconds later, the bus stopped in the open parking lot.Across the parking lot is a crumbling tall building.The door of the bus opened, and the passengers behind got off one by one.

The driver unbuckled his seat belt and planned to get out of the car.

But He Shujun stopped him.

She found that the uncle in his 40s was not incapable of communication, and he didn't seem to be completely crazy, running around on the street like other lunatics.

So she stopped the driver and asked him: "What happened? Why are you still driving at this time? Why don't you stop at the museum?"

The driver stared at her with empty eyes, and then his mouth moved: "The museum, people are crazy. We, originally, stopped operating. But, they said, no."

"The people in the museum asked you to continue to open the tour line?"

"They said that there must be guests and people can pass by, otherwise, it will affect the city tour. They force us to drive the bus. Our department has temporarily issued a notice and will not stop for the time being. However, we still have to drive The bus. I, just, keep working."

He Shujun understood the driver's words, and then said in astonishment: "Are the museum and the transportation department fighting? One party asked to maintain the city tour, and the other party suspended the corresponding stops, but...but...this is the juncture, why do you still want to go to the city?" Work?"

The driver's eyes seemed to be empty, and he just stood there fixedly.

Ding Yi suddenly said, "Do you think he looks like a robot?"

"Robot..." He Shujun muttered to himself, "Is this his madness? Becoming a slave to work?"

Ding Yi said, "Perhaps, he is a slave to this bus and this bus line."

He Shujun trembled, and said, "It's terrible." She shook her head, "The lunatics in the museum are also terrible...frantically pursuing performance? Number of tourists?"

While guessing, she turned sideways to get out of the way, and saw the driver leave the bus with a straight face, probably because he was off work at some point.He confirmed that He Shujun and Ding Yi also got out of the car, and then closed the door.

As he gradually walked away, his footsteps seemed to gradually become brisk, and his steps relaxed a lot.

Not long after, he left the sight of the two taskers.

He Shujun looked at the direction he was leaving, then turned around, looked at the opposite position, and her tone also became lighter: "Let's go, we still have to go to the museum."

They got up.

Although the bus has passed the station, it is still relatively close to the bus parking lot compared to the original route from the library to the museum.

He Shujun said: "I found that this nightmare... Although there are many lunatics, it seems to have a certain order. Is this what it looks like after the end? A civilization built on wasteland?"

"Do you think this is the end?" Ding Yi said realistically, "If it's just a lunatic, it doesn't seem to reach the level of ruins."

"Maybe there is a lunatic, what kind of weapon switch was turned on? What kind of terrible weapon was released?" He Shujun said in a not-so-rigorous, joking tone, "Human beings are like this..."

Her words stopped abruptly, and then she remained silent.

...that's how humans are.

But, did such a doomsday really happen in human society, on their earth?

He Shujun is a tasker who came down from a higher level, and she has her own circle of friends.She heard some news, for example, such a doomsday might not just be a game setting, but more likely to happen on their earth.

It is precisely because of the doomsday that they will enter the narrow building.

He Shujun didn't think there was any logical relationship in it.The apocalypse happened, okay, it's possible.But why did they have to enter the narrow building and stay there?

This doesn't make sense at all.

He Shujun was skeptical of such a guess, she knew that many taskers thought like her.

But when she really entered a nightmare related to the doomsday, she realized that she had actually recognized this possibility subconsciously.

why?

she asked herself.

And the final answer was that there was no other reason to explain it.

They had been in this narrow building for so many years, so long that they couldn't help but wonder why—why didn't anyone come to rescue them?They can't go out, but what about the outside?Doesn't anyone know their situation and come to rescue them?

Just like Fei was in the building standing in the burning city before, looking at the outside world and thinking, obviously this building is still a safe place with food, why only the people in the building escaped, and no one outside come in?

Then she came to a conclusion.

Because, there is no one outside.

……end.

He Shujun whispered the term.

She thought, maybe the doomsday destroyed everything, and they, the humans trapped in the narrow building, were the only survivors.

It's terrible.She thought about it sincerely, without any other emotions, just thinking about the end of the day.

Therefore, she would rather believe that nonsense.She would rather believe that there was indeed an apocalypse, and that apocalypse killed most of the human race, and in the end only they were left to enter the narrow building.

As for whether the narrow building is safe or dangerous, and whether it is a refuge or a cage for survivors like them, that is a matter for later.

She just needs a reason to explain so many years of desperate struggle, so many years of deep pain and despair, so many years of being ignored.

... If they really have compatriots outside, why, they don't come to rescue them?

He Shujun couldn't answer this question, and didn't even dare to imagine what kind of possibility would lead to this result.

So, she can only force herself to think about other things.

Like this nightmare.

He Shujun and Ding Yi had nothing to say all the way, and soon came to the front of the magnificent building of the museum.

The full name of the museum is "Cangcheng History and Culture Museum". It covers a very large area, not only with buildings, but also with greenery and recreational facilities around it. It looks more like a scenic spot in the sense of tourism than an ordinary museum.

He Shujun muttered in a strange tone: "I can understand why the lunatics in the museum insist on maintaining the number of tourists."

They went into the museum.

Entering, they are immediately out of the hot air outside.

He Shujun was greatly relieved by the air conditioner in the room.In the narrow building, the weather is always a cloudy day without sunshine, and she hasn't felt the warm sunshine in summer for a long time.

But in this nightmare, the sun blazed down on the earth, making He Shujun feel like he was about to be scorched.

Fortunately, in the museum, the air conditioner is very friendly.

But it also seemed very strange.He Shujun thought to himself, why is the air conditioner still on here?

There are lunatics outside, the social order seems to have completely collapsed, and the streets are covered with dead leaves but no one cleans them.However, the interior of this museum in Cangcheng is clean and tidy, as if it is still waiting for tourists to enter.

"Hello you two."

Suddenly, Dao's voice rang in the ears of the two taskers.

They were startled, they heard the sound, and saw a white-haired old man who appeared out of nowhere, with surprise and relief expressions on his face.

He said: "Welcome to the Cangcheng History and Culture Museum. What do the two ladies want to visit?"

He Shujun and Ding Yi looked at each other.

They suspected that the old man was a madman in the museum, but he still seemed to be able to communicate.So, He Shujun said: "This is our first time here, why don't you show us around casually."

"Just take a look..." The old man sighed, and then said, "Why don't we go to the city hall first, which is about the history and past of this city. Recently, the museum is transferring some collections, so what we can see is not a lot of.

"Is this the first time for you two to come to Cangcheng?"

"Yes."

He Shujun and Ding Yi followed the old man and walked towards the exhibition hall on the west side.

On the way, they are like real tourists, and the old man is their tour guide, introducing the museum and the city to them.

It seemed that everything was going as usual, but it was this atmosphere that made He Shujun break out in a cold sweat when he arrived at the city hall.

She didn't see anyone along the way, as if there were only three of them in this empty museum.And the old man's silent footsteps made him look more like a ghost than a living person.

He is like the incarnation of this museum, old, quiet, kind and kind, but his whole body is full of traces of oldness and withering, as if it will disappear in a second.

If there are people coming and going here, shoulder to shoulder, maybe He Shujun should feel a certain kind of bustling and warm atmosphere, as if the city has come to life.But this is not the case now.

She stepped on the floor of the museum, as if she had stepped on some long-rotted corpse, soft and cold.

The air-conditioning in the museum seemed a little too much, she thought.The air conditioner used to provide cool air to tens of thousands of tourists, but now it just blows on the three of them, making He Shujun's back chill. I always feel that this museum looks gloomy everywhere.

But He Shujun did not feel any madness from this old man.

If I have to say it, this old man seems to take this museum too seriously...?

But at his age, he might have worked in this museum all his life and regarded it as his home.And after something happens, people go crazy.

People usually don't necessarily think of going to the museum, and after the great change, of course, it is even more unexpected.

For the old man, this will inevitably bring loss, and such loss seems to be understandable...

He Shujun looked at the old man with a little confusion in his eyes.

Ding Yi looked at her, and suddenly pulled her, interrupting her train of thought.

He Shujun said "ah", as if waking up from a dream, she looked at Ding Yi with a dazed expression.

Ding Yi asked her in a rather stern tone: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking... his madness can... be understood...?" He Shujun broke out in a cold sweat as he spoke, "Why would I think so! It's too scary!"

The two missionaries stood there, talking in a low voice.

The old man took two steps forward and found that the two tourists did not follow, so he turned around and asked peacefully: "What happened?" He looked at He Shujun's face, "Do you feel uncomfortable? I can Take you to the infirmary."

He Shujun thought for a while, then nodded, acquiescing to the old man's statement.

Now He Shujun's complexion is indeed not very good-looking.

Afterwards, the old man turned to Ding Yi again and asked, "Do you need me to find another guide for you?"

"No, no need." Ding Yi said, "I'm worried about my companion."

The old man nodded in understanding, then smiled and said, "Come with me."

So, the three of them changed their way and did not continue to the city hall.

The infirmary is located on the east side of the museum building, and they are now on the west side of the museum building, so they have to go through almost the entire building to get there.

On the way, the two mission workers were not in the mood to talk to the old man anymore.

He Shujun asked anxiously: "Is this madness... contagious? Or is it related to this scene?"

Ding Yi said frankly: "I don't know either. But..." She looked at the back of the old man walking in front, "Maybe we can ask?"

He Shujun didn't hesitate, and said, "Okay! Anyway, it's the first round of nightmares, so I have to take the initiative...