Survival Paradox [Infinite]

Tang Muhua tremblingly said: "Now that is to say, there will be ghosts coming tonight, right?"

Several people sat together to discuss again, Fang Qingdi took out half of the steamed buns he kept privately and shared them with everyone.

Ji Jingzhe finished eating in one bite, and smacked her lips without image: "It should be."

Tang Muhua turned to Fang Qingdi again, crying and asking the question for the tenth time: "Grandpa Fang... Are there really ghosts in this world?"

Fang Qingdi glanced at her and didn't even bother to pay attention.

"Instead of discussing whether there are ghosts in this world, let's discuss what form ghosts will appear in 'this' world." Wei Chi said, "You know, this world is no longer within the common sense of normal people."

Seeing the girl crying pitifully, Ji Jingzhe comforted her, "In other words, there are 'ghosts' in this world, but it doesn't mean that the real world also has ghosts. Don't be afraid."

Fang Qingdi said leisurely at this time: "Of course there are ghosts."

Tang Muhua was frightened and trembled again.

Wei Chi was helpless: "Old Fang..."

Ji Jingzhe asked: "What logic does the ghost act on? Does it still follow the rules when it was a human being?"

"There are rules in the yang world, and there are rules in the lower world." Fang Qingdi said, "The actions of ghosts don't talk about logic, they only talk about cause and effect—why did they die? Where did they die? Why didn't they go? How could they go?" ?There can be results only when there is a cause, don’t do bad things, and don’t be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.”

Ji Jingzhe asked again: "Then what are the rules?"

Fang Qingdi glanced at him as if he was insane: "The old man hasn't gone down yet, how can he know the rules below?"

Ji Jingzhe: "It means talking so much is for nothing."

Wei Chi slapped him.

Tang Muhua said: "Could it be...that we want us to solve the riddle and realize the wish of the curator and his old man?"

Wei Chi glanced at her, thinking that he really read a lot of novels.

Fang Qingdi shook his head: "There is a grievance and a debtor. It is not ghosts and gods that involve so many irrelevant people like you and me."

Everyone was silent for a while, Ji Jingzhe said: "Let's talk about what to do tonight first?"

Wei Chi tried to connect the affairs of this world with the previous two worlds, but it was still very messy, and now there is another ghost out of nowhere. Monk Zhang Er is really confused, so he can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor : "I think we should still think about logic."

Ji Jingzhe said: "What logic was that at school?"

Wei Chi was stopped by the question.

Ji Jingzhe asked again: "Where is the hospital?"

This is actually what Wei Chi has never figured out—the purpose.

——What is the purpose of this "world"?

——In other words, if there is a mastermind behind the scenes in this world, what is his (her/it) purpose?

In the hospital, or in the school, this "world" seems to be aimless at all. If you want to say it, it is killing people, but you don't care whether the killing is clean or how long it takes.And the dead are alive and well in reality.

During this period of time, Wei Chi also read a lot of materials, including psychological, physical, philosophical, and even a lot of horror novels, but still had no clue.

There are no "tasks", no "directions", and no "goals" in this world, making people feel like headless chickens.The first two times he found the morgue and the clock tower and escaped, but it was more like he caught some loophole in the firewall, or escaped from the escape route left by the architect. He didn't crack any secrets, and didn't find What a grievance, did not get any information about the perpetrator.

——So what is this world?

--how come?

——What are you going to do?

——What is logic?

"Wei Chi."

He was woken up, and when he raised his head to meet Shang Ji Jingzhe's eyes, at that moment, he felt that those eyes were very sad.

But just for a moment, that feeling disappeared, and Ji Jingzhe looked at him pitifully: "Chichi, what should we do?"

Salad.he thought.But it's just a thought.

He looked at the expecting gazes of the three above, sighed softly, and said: "Let's look up the history of this library and the life of the old curator separately, or if there are any clues about 'things on every floor'." , meet here at six o'clock, let's discuss it later."

He felt in his heart that the effect of doing so would not be great, but there was no other way now, it was better than staying where he was and doing nothing and waiting for death.

Wei Yuan was squatting helplessly on the first floor - the place where he picked up paper balls yesterday - hoping for his brother's new instructions after a day and a night with no harvest and picking up three living people.

After four o'clock, I got hit on the head, and I really waited for it.

He picked up the ball of paper, looked up at his brother, and saw that his brother was still writing something with his head down.

He opened the note and wrote: A ghost is coming tonight.

Wei Yuan couldn't figure it out at all, and looked up again, the second ball of paper just hit his face.

Unfold it and read it again: Seek good luck for yourself.

Yes, it's really my brother.

……

Wei Yuan is very regretful now, very regretful.

He shrank in the corner, listening to the footsteps of fate approaching step by step.

He felt that he had never been so close to death—maybe it can be said that the scars healed and the pain was forgotten, after all, he almost died when he was hand-to-hand with the nurse at the door of the morgue—but this time the feeling was too vivid up.

He couldn't breathe.

Tremendous fear seized him, his throat, his windpipe, his lung lobes, his muscles and his body, everything stopped working, he couldn't breathe in air, he couldn't move, his heartbeat was deafening, as if the next second Be broken.

The lights all went out when that thing appeared.

Wei Yuan didn't know what it was.

He thought of Zhang Chenggong—the one he picked up in the cabinet this morning.That guy is a marketing guy. I didn't expect his undergraduate degree to be from a dance academy. His bones are clear and talented, and his flexibility can be said to be the real version of the legendary "Bone Shrinking Skill". Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to get into that cabinet. .Even so, the cabinet was too small, and this strange man was stuck in it for life. If Wei Yuan hadn't happened to pass by, it would probably be too cold by now, and the death was so weird that he could directly go on the supernatural radio station.

When this brother was rescued, he was only half breathed, and his mind was quite in a trance. He lay paralyzed on the flat ground for a long time, and only recovered in the afternoon. When he sat up, he began to cry, saying that he had encountered a ghost.

Zhang Tingyun covered her daughter's ears, and looked at him unhappy. Wei Yuan was also very curious: "Is there any need for you to say this? When those dead people came out yesterday, I saw that you organized everyone very vigorously?"

"No, it's different." Zhang Chenggong got stuck for a long time, didn't say why, and collapsed again, "It's really different!"

Wei Yuan now knows what kind of "different" method this is.

Just like "euthanasia" and "car cracking" are both deaths, people's feelings will still be very different, and the fear of different "ghosts" will also be different.

Zhang Chenggong said that he saw the "ghost" with his own eyes yesterday.The "ghost" had no sound, no footsteps at all, but he still clearly knew that "it" was coming.

"It's like some kind of...fate-like chill." Probably due to too much marketing, Zhang Chenggong's words are always a bit exaggerated, "You clearly realize that 'it' has come, and it has come with death..."

Wei Yuan: "Aren't you doing well now?"

"..." Zhang Chenggong choked for a moment, and started crying again, "You can stand and talk without backache now... If you were there, you wouldn't be able to say such things at all... You, you have to be in normal times, It is impossible for me to get into that cabinet... At that time... I was really too scared, so scared, I wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in! When I came back to my senses, I was already curled up in the cabinet, and I only saw, Seeing the feet of 'it'..."

Wei Yuan: "What kind of feet?"

Zhang Chenggong: "It's too dark to see clearly..."

Weiyuan: "What did 'it' do? "

Zhang Chenggong thought for a while: "...opened the cabinet?"

Wei Yuan: "Such an awesome ghost, ran all the way to the bag depository just to open a locker?"

Zhang Chenggong: "Which only one? It opened a row!" After speaking, he began to cry again. Zhang Tingyun's daughter handed him a piece of toilet paper and advised him, "Uncle, be brave."

Wei Yuan thought that this guy was a real dish, but at the same time he was secretly thinking: the one who opened the locker might be a capable person, I can wait for him today, and ask him to teach me the skill of opening the locker. Ah, starving to death.

He is very, very regretful now.

Obviously his brother had warned him that ghosts were coming tonight, so he still wanted to come out and mess around.

"Dad..." He hugged himself tightly and began to pray.

He knew that the thing was getting closer.

"It" didn't make a sound, but he just knew it was getting closer.

"It" seems to bring a gust of wind and a death-like chill, and wherever it goes, there is darkness.

Wei Yuan was originally squatting in the corner waiting, but the location was chosen ingeniously, and he could see the door reflected on the glass window through the stacks of cabinets, and he would be able to see it once someone came.

But when the thing did come, he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't even breathe.

He stared at the reflection on the glass window—there was no shadow at all, it was just darkness—but he just had the feeling that he was looking at something.

His heart throbbed and was about to explode.

However, nothing happened. The thing refused to acknowledge the exchange of glances. Instead, it walked to a row of cabinets on its own. It seemed to wave its "hand", and a row of cabinets opened in response.

Wei Yuan didn't dare to look at it for a long time, maybe it was the blackness in front of his eyes caused by lack of oxygen. with a body.

The terror that had been oppressing him suddenly disappeared.

He was able to breathe again, and the air penetrated his throat, alveoli, and blood again, with a tingling of numbness, and a breath of life.

He gasped for a few minutes on the spot, and couldn't catch his breath again. Fortunately, he was a member of the school guard, who knew that he was hyperventilating, so he dealt with it urgently, so that he came back to life completely.

The lights in the library were turned on again. Although it was in night mode and not particularly bright, Wei Yuan still felt a burst of comfort, as if he had gone through hell and finally returned to the world.

He got up, moved his stiff muscles, and bravely went to the row of open cabinets to observe—what if this ghost is the clue to solve the world?

In the cabinet were all kinds of bags that readers kept here. He looked through each box, but there was nothing special. In the last box, he found something with bright packaging.

Until now, he still believed in his horrifying intuition at that moment—"it" must have seen him.

But "it" didn't do anything and left him with...a bag of chips?