God does not love the world [unlimited]

Whether Little Red Riding Hood is the murderer who killed Peter Pan will not be discussed for the time being, but now that Peter Pan in the castle really wants to do something to the player, no one will question it.

"Do you think if you take this pile of things back and throw them in front of Peter Pan, will he wake up immediately?"

Shi Yu listened: "You can try, but the possibility should not be great."

Qiao Yan reached out and grabbed the skull.

The moment he raised his hand, the flesh that was originally attached to the top of the skull peeled off automatically like a piece of paper, and a puddle formed on the ground, which was washed away by the rain.

Going to touch other ones, the result is the same. The skin and bones of the corpse will always be dismembered and separated at the moment the player tries to move, breaking into rotten flesh and blood.

Shi Yu let go of the spine in his hands, and washed the blood off his hands with the rain: "Luo Huai, come and try."

A few people came out without an umbrella, so they relied on Shuying to disperse the rainwater and use it as a human-shaped water shelter for them.He didn't say a word, and directed the water to wrap around a leg bone of the corpse from below, and slowly lifted it up.

The skin on the leg bones also began to scatter, and then melted quickly.

Shi Yu looked at the blood under his feet: "I guess the corpse can't be brought back to the castle."

Under normal circumstances, the bones should not be so fragile, but now they are in someone else's dream, and the corpse is something that may stimulate the dreamer's mental state. It is the limit to appear here to tell everyone that the environment is false, and you can't bring it with you. Running around is probably self-preservation.

Qiao Yan asked again: "Then what about going back and bringing Peter Pan?"

Shi Yu: "What reason?"

"Do you need a reason for using something strong?"

"..."

Qiao Yan just said it casually, he didn't expect it to be so easy to pass the nine-day game: "Go back?"

When Shi Yu got up, her body suddenly swayed as if she was unstable.

Qiao Yan stretched out his hand to support him when he lost his balance, subconsciously looked at his right hand: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Shi Yu's voice became hoarse, "It's just sleeping pills."

"Didn't you say you found sleeping pills in the wine at the first sip?"

"Not that time." Shi Yu said, "It was when I went back later."

Peter Pan handed him a glass of spiked wine.

"Don't you know you can't take medicine?"

"I threw up afterward."

Qiao Yan frowned: "I'll take you back now."

Shi Yu shook his head: "Go find a place first."

"what?"

"South Oak."

No matter how weird the laws of this world are, the sun rises, the moon falls, and the stars move.

Everyone observed the direction of the sun on the way to the castle, walked straight to the south of the castle, and found the target plant not far away.

Without it, because the oak tree was too big and too noticeable.

Peter Pan said that the words engraved on the South Oak Tree were not hidden, or that the people who left behind did not have the idea of ​​hiding them; the content was not as complicated as everyone thought, on the contrary, there was a central theme from beginning to end Thought.

To live happily ever after.

A standard ending for a fairy tale.

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Peter Pan hadn't slept so peacefully like today for a long time, and even had a rare dream.

It was also raining that day, and he had just gone to the rooftop to move down the fruits that had been drying on the top floor when he heard a sound outside the door.

It was the sound of stomping feet, stepping on the wooden steps outside the gate of the castle, very rhythmic.

The sound stopped for a while, and there was no cat's eye on the castle door. Peter Pan opened the door without being overwhelmed by curiosity.

There was a man standing outside the door, wearing a big red robe, standing on the edge of the steps, twisting the rainwater soaked in his robe.

"I'm sorry." The other party apologized first, holding a bamboo basket in his arms, "It's raining outside, I'm going to hide from the rain under the eaves."

Finally, he asked cautiously, "Can I?"

Peter Pan didn't speak, turned around and was about to go back.

Someone behind him raised his voice and asked him, "Can I come in?"

Peter Pan still didn't speak, and went back to the roof to continue collecting fruit.

As soon as he reached the top of the building, a tail followed him: "Are you harvesting fruit? Do you want me to help you?"

The other party said: "My basket can hold a lot at once."

Peter Pan went down with the raisins in his arms.

As soon as he put the thing down, the tail followed him again: "Don't go up."

The other party lifted the lid of the basket: "I brought it all down for you, is it here?"

Peter Pan directly snatched the papaya from the opponent's hand: "Don't touch my things!"

The other party was taken aback.

Peter Pan ignored him, put the papaya slices on the cabinet, and looked up to see that the other party was still there: "Aren't you going?"

The other party paused and went out.

Peter Pan packed all his things, and when he couldn't find him when he went out, he threw the bamboo basket on the ground outside the castle, and locked himself in the room on the second floor.

The rain stopped, and the other party disappeared, and he didn't know when the other party left.

The next day was a sunny day, and Peter Pan went to the river outside the castle to catch fish with a bamboo basket on his back.

Suddenly a person jumped down from the side.

The other party was still wearing the big red robe, but this time without a hat, and smiled at him: "Peter Pan."

Peter Pan paused and ignored it.

But the other party was rambling: "I knocked on the door outside the castle for a long time but I didn't wait for you. I was planning to go back, but I saw you here."

After explaining, he asked again: "Are you catching fish? May I help you?"

Peter Pan suddenly raised his head and stared at the other party: "What are you doing here?"

The other party looks immature, but has beautiful eyes: "I came to thank you for allowing me to enter the castle to hide from the rain yesterday."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of cream cake from his small basket: "Do you eat cake? I made it myself."

Peter Pan glanced at it twice, lowered his head and continued to touch the fish, and refused indifferently: "No."

The other party was not annoyed: "Don't you like cake? That caramel biscuit? Pudding? Chocolate?"

The fish that had reached the palm suddenly slipped away.

Peter Pan couldn't hold back, and pushed him hard: "Can you be quiet! All my fish have escaped!"

The river bed was too slippery, and the other party subconsciously supported the river bank, and the bamboo basket and cake in his hand fell into the water.

The other party only had time to retrieve the bamboo basket, and the contents inside had been washed clean, and apologized to him in a low voice: "I'm sorry."

The other party left with an empty basket.

The third day was a cloudy day. Peter Pan was taking care of the flowers he had grown in the backyard of the castle, and then there was a knock on the door in the front yard.

"Peter Pan!"

He ignored it.

The other party didn't wait for him outside the castle, and he didn't know how to wander to the back, looking at the colorful things on the ground: "Did you plant these?"

After Peter Pan finished watering the golden dormant flowers, he turned his head and flew to the red lotus.

But the other party ran after him: "You are amazing, you can grow such beautiful flowers, can you teach me?"

Peter Pan watered all the flowers in the backyard, then turned around suddenly, and the people behind him were unprepared and bumped hard.

Both of them were only children's age, their legs were unstable, and they fell to the ground at the same time.

Peter Pan shook his head, his body flew straight into the air, and turned the watering can in his hand upside down.

With a "crash", the remaining half of the pot of water was poured on the other party, from head to toe.

The other party subconsciously closed his eyes, his face was covered with water, his body was covered with water, even the hood was full, and it soon seeped into his clothes, dripping down.

Holding the watering can, Peter Pan said in a cold and impatient tone, "Are you annoying?"

The other party looked at him in a daze for a few seconds, his eyes were a little red, he lowered his head and slowly got up, turned his head and left the castle.

On the fourth day, Peter Pan didn't go out all day.

In the evening, he saw the other party appearing outside the door, knocked on the door, but didn't call his name, just put down something and left.

Peter Pan waited a long time before going down, and saw a bamboo basket full of sweets standing by the door.

On the fifth day, dark clouds hung over the forest.

Either it doesn't rain in this place, or when it does, it's bound to be a downpour.

Peter Pan didn't know what was in his mind, he opened the door of the castle, and the storm just got in.

But only the wind and rain came in.

When the rain stopped, Peter Pan closed the door again.

What was he thinking then?

I don’t remember, but I was just irritable, wanting to beat, destroy, and abuse.

On the sixth day, Peter Pan planned to sleep through the day, but he didn't want to hear a voice shouting, "Peter Pan!"

He thought it was a dream and ignored it.

Soon there was another voice: "Peter Pan!"

Peter Pan woke up instantly.

It was the voice of the other party, and he remembered it clearly, not only because he had only seen it a few days ago, but also because the other party was the only person who would appear near the castle for so many days and not avoid him.

Peter Pan didn't even leave the door, and flew out of the window directly.

He can fly, he is born with it, and he doesn't know the exact reason, anyway, it is as natural as a bird.

The other party was still outside the door, holding the basket and looking at him, hesitantly said: "Peter Pan, did you just wake up?"

It's almost evening now.

Peter Pan scratched his curly brown hair with a nasty expression on his face: "What are you doing here again?"

The other party said, "Did you fly off the bed only when you heard my voice?"

"What are you doing here?"

"You can't even wait to leave the gate?"

"What are you doing here?"

"You care about me so much?"

"..."

The other party said, "My name is Little Red Riding Hood."

After that day, the other party became Peter Pan's first friend in the past few years.

Then there was the second, the third, the fourth.

They were all introduced by Little Red Riding Hood as an intermediary.

Later, they carved a promise to be good friends forever under the South Oak tree.

Then, everyone left.

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The rain had stopped, and Qiao Yan asked as he walked back, "Since they had a good relationship, why did Little Red Riding Hood turn against Peter Pan in the end, and even tempted the lion to kill him?"

Shi Yu followed behind him: "What is the ending of Little Red Riding Hood in the story?"

Shuying couldn't put this kind of question in his mouth, but Qiao Yan thought about it for a while: "Using sausages as bait to make the big bad wolf fall to his death from the roof?"

"..."

"Stuffing rocks into the wolf's stomach made the big bad wolf fall into the river and drown?"

"..."

"Tie the big bad wolf's limbs to the bed posts with ropes so that the big bad wolf starved to death?"

Shi Yu's face was very pale, and he couldn't tell whether it was because the sleeping pills that were watched and swallowed finally took effect belatedly, or because people who usually can't take a little medicine suddenly broke the taboo and the sequelae have not been completely eliminated, or anything else.

His voice was very soft: "There is no plot of the big bad wolf."

Qiao Yan didn't realize it for a while: "Although there are many versions of the story, don't they all end with the successful killing of the big bad wolf?"

"No." Shi Yu said, "Little Red Riding Hood here hasn't come out of the wolf's stomach."

"I have food and flowers in my basket. There is a flowerbed in the backyard of the castle. The flowers in the basket can be found in the backyard. It is obvious that the flowers in the basket are picked from the backyard of Peter Pan Castle; the South Oak is engraved. They will be forever. The oath of a good friend, there are flower arrangements on the bookshelf in Peter Pan’s room. It is likely that Little Red Riding Hood’s idea of ​​picking flowers came from Peter Pan when he passed the castle; there are too many trees in the rainforest and the environment is not suitable for wolves to live. I walked from the river to the castle There was no sign of wolves on the way, if there is no accident, Little Red Riding Hood should not encounter wolves on the way to grandma's house."

The moment the other party's voice fell, Qiao Yan suddenly raised her head.

Shi Yu's voice was calm: "Little Red Riding Hood won't die, or at first she wouldn't. It was Peter Pan who lured the wolf over and restricted Little Red Riding Hood's actions by picking flowers. Only then did the wolf have the opportunity to ambush and eat Little Red Riding Hood in advance, even at the end. There is no righteous hunter waiting. The story that happened in the real forest should be like this."

Qiao Yan stopped breathing for a second.

"At first I thought it was Little Red Riding Hood who discovered Peter Pan's plan and lured the lion to fight back to protect himself, so in the real world it was Peter Pan who died. But if Little Red Riding Hood survived, look at the appearance of each character on the mural , why is the player so small in that forest?"

Shi Yu didn't wait for the other party to answer: "It is very likely that the real situation is the other way around. Little Red Riding Hood is the one who died, and the player is a substitute like a doll made by Peter Pan afterwards."

Joe hated to ask why.

"I don't really think the character I got in the game is the real Little Red Riding Hood, or maybe it's not the one Peter Pan knew. Because the identity of the player entering the backyard of the dungeon is either a passer-by who has nothing to do with the main line, such as a normal person in the school. Students; or they are living targets that the main characters focus on, such as sacrifices that perform forbidden techniques, and they will not get this kind of characters that fully participate in the love and hatred of the main characters. After all, the influence of different characters in the game varies Inconsistencies can easily cause players to rebel, and the system is also afraid of getting too involved and being rejected by God's Domain."

Shi Yu said: "Of course, this point is more off-site. Going back to the game itself, the player in that forest has no similarities with the protagonists on the murals except for his face. I don't have a big red robe, and you don't only have one leg. And I found The castle itself is an accident with the help of a lion. Other players have never encountered a lion, nor have they been to the castle, let alone seen those murals. The game must continue. The mural itself is not important, at least it is important that there is no abnormal player size. .The best explanation is that the players are not those characters at all, and the real parties are long dead."

"It's not until the player enters the dream state that they become these characters because they follow Peter Pan's wishes."