Forces of Temptation

Li Yinhang: "...do you understand this?"

Nan Zhou replied: "Painting also needs to learn human anatomy."

This is one of the must-reads for a manga artist, so it is natural to join the Xinhua Bookstore package in "Eternal Day".

Of course, Nanzhou chose the simple and rude twisting of his neck as his attack method, which he also learned from books.

Li Yinhang rolled up his sleeves: "What do I need to do?"

All she needs is the simplest instructions.

Nan Zhou: "Look through the book and look for clues. If you see the tin soldier, run fast."

Li Yinhang looked at the fifteen complete tin soldiers standing against the wall, holding spears, and dressed like the one-legged tin soldier, summoned up his courage, and agreed in one go: "No problem."

Nan Zhou turned to Jiang Fang: "Brother Fang, what about you?"

At this time, a new chess game has opened.

Bai Zi starts the game first.

The mummy holding the sunspots seemed to be afraid of dross falling out of his head even if he used his brain, his quicksilver-like dull eyes were frozen, and he looked at the chessboard for a full minute before slowly moving a live piece in the half-dead chess.

Jiang Fang: "... Me? I'll watch them play chess."

Before the one-legged tin soldier could speak, Jiang Fang interrupted them with a perfect smile: "You just don't welcome the cheating behavior of helping to find the chess pieces, and you don't welcome the chess spectators."

The one-legged tin soldier opened and closed his mouth for a while, but said nothing, and continued to stand on tiptoe, watching the chess game.

Jiang Fang said to Nan Zhou, "You guys go."

Li Yinhang hesitated a bit: "Are you really not going with us?"

Jiang Fang crossed his arms and looked at the maze of books behind him: "There are so many books, one less or one more, what's the difference?"

Nan Zhou looked into Jiang Fang's eyes: "I don't think this is good."

Jiang Fang put his arms around the back of his neck, massaged him twice skillfully, and helped him relax: "It's been a long time since I played chess. Let me review it and teach you later."

He paused, then hooked his hands to Nanzhou: "By the way, come here, let me teach you the basics of chess first."

When the two met, Jiang Fang taught him the identities of the chess pieces and some of the most basic winning and losing rules in a few words.

Li Yinhang faintly realized that Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang had already thought of a way to get out.

She wanted to cut in and ask a question, but when she realized that the tin soldier was still with her, she shut up and pretended not to notice.

Nan Zhou was indeed a good student. After roughly listening to the rules, he gave a low "huh" to express his understanding.

He turned to the tin soldier: "After going out, will the story that was eaten be returned to us?"

Tin Soldier: "We only take books in full."

The implication is to give them a fault tolerance rate after violating the ban.

As long as they can finally find the soul of the chess pieces and win the game, they can go out with their complete memories and themselves.

Hearing this, Jiang Fang raised an eyebrow at Nan Zhou.

When he did this action, he carried a relaxed and confident air of coquettishness, which inexplicably made people feel at ease.

Nan Zhou seemed to be convinced by Xi Bing's words, and said to himself: "...Yes, I can do it, but you may not be able to."

Jiang Fang: "Have you figured it out?"

Nan Zhou: "I figured it out."

Nan Zhou spotted Jiang Fang: "Then, you must trust me."

Jiang Fang shrugged and smiled brightly: "It has always been."

When Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang were playing riddles, Li Yinhang was still confused.

Li Yinhang didn't understand what it means to be dizzy until he really entered the maze of bookshelves.

The books on the bookshelf do not have the concept of "category" at all. Just like the human brain, they can be placed wherever they want.

Two books with different authors and irrelevant themes can be placed together just because they were read on the same day.

Looking at the oak bookshelf that wrapped herself in clumps, the books on it were big and small, colorful and dazzling, and she only had one sentence in her heart:

Fuck, this can find a der.

Even so, Li Yinhang still resisted the urge to sweat, and focused on the bookshelf in front of him, trying to make an effort.

The tin soldier had explained the rules of the game to them.

In a nutshell, chess pieces will only go to books that are related to them and have fresh plots.

Therefore, it is not only a book related to bishops, chariots, knights, and Praetorian Guards, but also a book that looks relatively new.

She browsed the bookshelf in front of her, raised her arm, took a book that met her pre-set conditions from the high place, and quickly flipped through it.

Compared to Li Yinhang who forced himself to think at a high speed and do his best to search, Nan Zhou looked more like he was visiting a bookstore.

In Nanzhou's short life, he has been fighting against various force majeure so far, and he has long been used to it.

Therefore, his thinking mode is always simple, direct and effective.

——The time left for them to explore in the [Brain Invasion] instance is only 48 hours.

Under the supervision of the tin soldiers who patrol every half an hour, it may not be enough to give them an extra 48 hours just to go through all the books here.

If too much time is spent here, even if you can barely pass, who knows what game is hidden behind the next door of the brain corridor?

Therefore, this level needs to be explored, but there must be a way to pass the level that does not take so much time.

After realizing this, Nanzhou shifted his focus to the key words that are clearly stipulated in the dungeon itself, but are extremely easy to be distracted by the rules of the game and the tense atmosphere.

--【explore】.

He started free exploration and discovery.

In addition to the blank book in his hand that belonged to him, he also took a book introducing the basic rules of chess from the shelf, and flipped through it in his palm to collect information.

If this is really someone's brain, he should like chess very much.

Books such as chess records and chess skills are the most regular.

They are placed at the only exit from the bookshelf, so there is no need to spend time and search deeply.

The dungeon seems to take care of players who don't understand chess.

Even if the players who enter cannot understand the rules of chess, there are also step-by-step tutorials that can be taken at any time.

Unfortunately, these books are too old.

There is no trace of the soul of the chess piece inside.

Nan Zhou's fingertips slowly slid along the spine of the book, walking into the depths of the maze.

He randomly pulled out a book from it.

It was a book with the same exquisite binding and uniform thickness as the blank book in their hands.

On the seam of the spine is branded with hot gold writing.

The scribbled characters were not like any human civilization font he had ever seen.

Nan Zhou opened the title page and found that the content and words of the main text, like the title of the book on the seam, were all odd-shaped characters from which no information could be obtained.

It reminded him of the palm with frog web material of unknown origin in the [Full Moon Fear] dungeon.

But Nanzhou was not disappointed.

He turned the book to the back.

Only halfway through the text, it stopped abruptly and ended in a hurry.

The second half of the book is full of blank paper.

Nan Zhou took out another book from another shelf.

As usual, it was weird characters that he couldn't understand.

But the content is richer than the other one in Nanzhou's hands, the text composition is different, and the white pages are much less than the previous one.

The tin soldier had said that only full books would be kept in the library.

Then, it can be understood that these weird texts included in the same hard-shell hardcover book are some players who entered the dungeon before, but unfortunately failed the game, had to leave their own life stories, and were permanently trapped in the library. .

Nan Zhou was very interested in their stories, but unfortunately he couldn't understand them.

When he pushed the book back to its original position with a little regret, the crisp sound of big leather shoes hitting the ground suddenly sounded in his ears.

Nanzhou's expression changed, and he walked briskly and silently to the depths of the bookshelf.

The tin soldier's shoes were very recognizable as they stepped on the oak floor, kicking and kicking, and it knocked off the cold sweat on Li Yinhang's back.

There is only one entrance to the jungle of bookshelves.

Therefore, she also took the same action as Nan Zhou, tensing her nerves, and quietly detoured into the more complicated maze of bookshelves.

However, the oak floors were ultimately too much of a hindrance.

This not only marked the positions of the tin soldiers for Li Yinhang, but also inevitably exposed herself.

She simply took off her shoes, held them in her hand, and continued to sneak in.

The soft socks fell on the floor, and the sound they made was almost gone.

But occasionally when her feet hit the ground and the joints at the heels pulled and crackled, her nerves would also explode.

She zigzags for more than a hundred meters, and finally dares to stop when she comes to a bookshelf in the back, taking a breath.

She didn't dare to waste time, so she rummaged through the nearest bookshelf, trying to find the "soul of the chess piece" with the mood of a blind cat looking for a dead mouse.

But after this interruption, her heart was a little messed up.

Despite repeatedly warning herself to be calm and calm, her hand shaking when she took out the book and put it down was still no different from Parkinson's.

Besides, she couldn't concentrate at all.

Besides the one-legged tin soldier, there were fifteen tin soldiers on patrol.

There are five soldiers in one group, and the soldiers are divided into three groups.

Their hard leather soles chiseled on the oak floor.

For a moment, she was distracted by the noise of the patrol.

From far and near, there was the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, which made it impossible for her to judge the other party's direction based on the distance of the sound.

Therefore, when a wave of horror struck him, Li Yinhang only had time to pounce sideways in embarrassment, holding a pair of sneakers and his own blank book, and hid them on the side of the bookshelf.

A group of tin soldiers approached Li Yinhang majestically hidden in the sound of loud footsteps.

Although Li Yinhang had flashed fast enough, she had already run into the eyes of the leader of the tin soldier team who led the team and walked around the bookshelf.

She heard a dull, inhuman tone:

"It's a book."

"Our...books got lost."

Li Yinhang's scalp exploded with a buzzing sound.

She glanced hastily over the blank book in her hand.

On the spine of the book, her name suddenly appeared.

She opened it tremblingly, and found that on the originally blank title page, black printed characters began to appear automatically.

The title of the book is Li Yinhang.

Author, Li Yinhang.