Chapter 359
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Seeing that Kong Xuyang was going to lose his mind again, Yang Zhi quickly changed the subject: "Brother Kong, we still have an advantage. We have already figured out how to collect clues on the true end line in the last round of the game."
Kong Xuyang, with red eyes, forcibly collected his mind, and let out a foul breath: "The almanac of Yinshan Village, the incomplete parts of the murals are the almanac recorded in the village. As long as we find the almanac from a hundred years ago, we can make up for this Taoist zombie. Backstory line."
"You can find its weakness." Yang Zhi patted Kong Xuyang's shoulder to make Kong Xuyang relax, "A player found a page of almanac in the last game. Brother Kong still remembers that player was in Where did you find it?"
Kong Xuyang's gaze slowly shifted outwards. He looked at the hilltop Yantang hidden in the darkness, and said word by word: "The mass grave behind the Yantang."
In the tomb.
The entrance of the tomb passage, which was getting narrower and narrower, was forcibly broken out with brute force, and the four walls were full of sharp paw prints of zombies.
Bai Liu held up the candlestick to shine a light on it: "These should be grabbed by the zombie to get out."
"...This strength is too terrifying." Mu Sicheng stretched out his hand to compare the paw print, and it was two full circles wider than his hand, and the wall was visible from the depth. Mu Sicheng's scalp felt a little numb, "This If the zombies go crazy, it will be difficult to catch us."
"So we have to end this game before then." Bai Liu said.
Bai Liu walked to the entrance where they climbed into the tomb, stepped on Mu Sicheng's shoulder and jumped up with strength, and jumped out. After Bai Liu went out, he backhanded Mu Sicheng and pulled him up.
The entrance for them to enter the tomb was under a bed. Just as Mu Sicheng was about to climb out from under the bed, Bai Liu held his shoulders.
Bai Liu looked outside the bed, and said calmly, "There is light, there are people outside."
Only then did Mu Sicheng notice the flickering silver, white, gray and black lights on the floor under the bed, accompanied by faint noises, like the sound of electric current coming into contact with it, and intermittent, intertwined voices of many people talking.
These human voices are sometimes rough and sometimes delicate, but as if separated by a layer, it seems like a real person is speaking.
"...These ghosts are going to freeze us, kill us, and starve us, but as long as we have a breath, we must guard this place and let outsiders come and snatch us away..."
"But the men are gone, leaving a village of old, weak, sick and disabled, how can they hold on, hold on..."
"When will the men come back, and the daughter-in-laws will go to the village entrance bridge to have a look! Remember to bring an umbrella so that you don't get drenched, it will be clear soon, and it has been raining recently..."
Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng looked at each other, and they understood where the sound came from.
"TV sound." Mu Sicheng pointed to the outside, and said softly, "Someone is watching TV."
Bai Liu made a gesture for him to go out first, then dexterously withdrew from the side of the bed, knelt on one knee in the shadow of the foot of the bed that was not covered by the TV light, and looked ahead quietly, as if confirming something.
Then Bai Liu was sure, he lowered his head and made a [shh] gesture to Mu Sicheng who was still hiding under the bed, telling Mu Sicheng to come out quietly.
Seeing this, Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was safe outside, so he propped himself up with one hand, slanted his body, and tried to get up from the bottom of the bed, but he turned around and took a deep breath, and quickly shrank back. Next to Bai Liu, mouthed in horror, "What's the matter?!"
There was a mahogany stool beside the bed at the entrance, and on the top of the stool sat two gray-haired old men with their backs to Bai Liu and the others.
The old man was facing an old wooden cabinet with rotten edges, and in the cabinet was an old-fashioned FM TV that looked over twelve or thirteen inches square.
The picture on the TV was black and white, and it was shaken and blurred from time to time, but the two old people seemed to be watching very intently. Staring at the TV screen with trembling eyes.
The light in the screen shone dimly on the faces of the two old people. Brown spots appeared around the cloudy eyeballs of the old people. There seemed to be something wriggling in the mouth and nose, which could be seen in the ears. Stretching white dots of worms.
They had dull smiles on their faces, and their mouths moved quickly, as if they were saying something.
Mu Sicheng held his breath and paid attention, but he didn't hear any sound from the throats of the two old people, but soon he realized where the voices of the two old people came from.
The mouth movements of the two old men are synchronized with the voices of the people on the TV.
Bai Liu looked at the TV: "They are dubbing the people on the TV."
The swaying black-and-white images on the TV are like some old video tapes in some historical materials. A few plainly dressed and old-fashioned women are sitting by the gate of Yinshan Village, wearing boots and shrouds, kneeling together. Beside the coffin was waving a white handkerchief to hide his face from crying, and there was an unopened white umbrella beside him.
Mu Sicheng asked in a low voice: "This is the costume of the bridge ghost. Are these women living bridge ghosts?"
Bai Liu looked at the TV screen and nodded slightly: "It should be."
The two old men with strange faces opened and closed their mouths, and the voice came out from the TV:
"There are too many men, there are too many, and they will be put in the grave..."
"...I was torn apart by those ghosts, and entered the ancestral grave. How can I meet my ancestors..."
"Put it in a coffin and send it to the mountain on the other side of the bridge for burial, so that they can rest in peace."
"My enemy! It's too miserable! How can I live on!"
The women sobbed and lay down on the coffin, let go of the work, and were about to faint from crying. In the end, they followed the coffin bearer, and they followed the coffin across the weir pond and onto the bridge.
They were crying numbly, with wet tears all over their faces, holding umbrellas in their hands to cool the coffins, preventing the mutilated corpses and souls in these coffins from being damaged by the sun.
But at the moment of crossing the bridge, these women who lost their husbands looked at the rows of coffins that fell into the mountains. Umbrella, jumped off the bridge.
Under the bridge is a shallow stream, these women hit the bridge pier, their heads were bleeding.
They held their umbrellas in peace and looked at the distant coffins on the bridge, with extremely sad expressions on their faces.
The moment the coffin was out of their sight, they slowly closed their eyes, fell into the water, moved, and the blood oozing from them stained their shrouds and umbrellas red. This clear water brook.
Seeing this scene, Mu Sicheng's back was sweating, but Bai Liu was watching it very engrossed, as if he was looking for someone.
This searching look made Mu Sicheng even more hairy: "Who are you looking for, Bai Liu, there must be someone you know here, right?"
"Definitely." Bai Liu replied squinting.
Mu Sicheng was startled, and then quickly came back to his senses: "That's right, Bai Liu, I don't have any memory, and these are the only people I know. I, Kong Xuyang, Yang Zhi, I know each other. There is nothing in this picture."
Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng indifferently: "I'm looking for someone outside the screen."
"Outside the screen..." Mu Sicheng was taken aback, "What do you mean?"
Bai Liu replied calmly: "I do know the person in this picture, but there is another person outside the picture, who must be familiar to me."
Mu Sicheng became more and more puzzled: "This happened a hundred years ago, who do I know?"
"I missed a person, the person who took this picture." Bai Liu stared at the picture, "If I guessed correctly, this person knows what's going on at the first glance."
Curiosity overwhelmed fear, Mu Sicheng folded his chest, frowned and began to stare at the edge of the picture seriously, trying to see the person who was holding up the camera to shoot.
Quickly, Mu Sicheng saw that the shooter was adjusting the camera to let his own face enter the country.
As soon as the cameraman's face came into the mirror, Mu Sicheng turned his head to look at Bai Liu in shock: "How could he be like this?!"
Bai Liu remained calm: "What else? What do you think he will do?"
Mu Sicheng pointed at the flashing cameraman in the screen, and jumped up anxiously: "He must be just like me!"
In the black and white TV, the cameraman is dressed in old and trendy clothes, a three-piece vest, a pair of leather shoes, a filial hat on his head, and tears on his face. Is it recorded in the book?
Bai Liu looked at this person: "He should be the village Huangli teacher."
The village almanac teacher, the person in the village who records good fortune, bad luck, and small things, is also the recorder of the missing piece of information on the mural.
"How do you know that he would feel the same as me?!" Mu Sicheng was as curious as a cat scratching his heart, and he approached Bai Liu to ask.
Bai Liu glanced at the video camera that Mu Sicheng had been hanging around his neck and was recording, and explained:
"I'm just guessing that what we're in is a game, and we've participated in four kinds of role-playing, and these four characters are descendants of Yinshan Village."
"Judging from the obtained props and tasks, these four characters are grave robbers, decent warlocks, villain warlocks, and a cameraman."
Bai Liu looked up at Mu Sicheng: "Do you think it's reasonable to push this setting back a hundred years?"
Mu Sicheng was stunned, he seemed to be about to understand: "So I feel that what we are playing is not the current role, but the role of a hundred years."
"To be precise, we are the descendants of four roles." Bai Liu stretched out his fingers and tapped the ground eight times, and then connected every two dots. is a cameraman, a recorder of supernatural events, and now there is a cameraman in front of us, who uses the almanac to record good and bad people. The overlap of roles and tasks is as high as 80%. Personally, I think there is a high probability that it is his descendant."
"If I am the one who designs the game, I will remind you of this by adjusting their appearance to be consistent."
Mu Sicheng was enlightened: "So you can say that they look the same as me!"
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Seeing that Kong Xuyang was going to lose his mind again, Yang Zhi quickly changed the subject: "Brother Kong, we still have an advantage. We have already figured out how to collect clues on the true end line in the last round of the game."
Kong Xuyang, with red eyes, forcibly collected his mind, and let out a foul breath: "The almanac of Yinshan Village, the incomplete parts of the murals are the almanac recorded in the village. As long as we find the almanac from a hundred years ago, we can make up for this Taoist zombie. Backstory line."
"You can find its weakness." Yang Zhi patted Kong Xuyang's shoulder to make Kong Xuyang relax, "A player found a page of almanac in the last game. Brother Kong still remembers that player was in Where did you find it?"
Kong Xuyang's gaze slowly shifted outwards. He looked at the hilltop Yantang hidden in the darkness, and said word by word: "The mass grave behind the Yantang."
In the tomb.
The entrance of the tomb passage, which was getting narrower and narrower, was forcibly broken out with brute force, and the four walls were full of sharp paw prints of zombies.
Bai Liu held up the candlestick to shine a light on it: "These should be grabbed by the zombie to get out."
"...This strength is too terrifying." Mu Sicheng stretched out his hand to compare the paw print, and it was two full circles wider than his hand, and the wall was visible from the depth. Mu Sicheng's scalp felt a little numb, "This If the zombies go crazy, it will be difficult to catch us."
"So we have to end this game before then." Bai Liu said.
Bai Liu walked to the entrance where they climbed into the tomb, stepped on Mu Sicheng's shoulder and jumped up with strength, and jumped out. After Bai Liu went out, he backhanded Mu Sicheng and pulled him up.
The entrance for them to enter the tomb was under a bed. Just as Mu Sicheng was about to climb out from under the bed, Bai Liu held his shoulders.
Bai Liu looked outside the bed, and said calmly, "There is light, there are people outside."
Only then did Mu Sicheng notice the flickering silver, white, gray and black lights on the floor under the bed, accompanied by faint noises, like the sound of electric current coming into contact with it, and intermittent, intertwined voices of many people talking.
These human voices are sometimes rough and sometimes delicate, but as if separated by a layer, it seems like a real person is speaking.
"...These ghosts are going to freeze us, kill us, and starve us, but as long as we have a breath, we must guard this place and let outsiders come and snatch us away..."
"But the men are gone, leaving a village of old, weak, sick and disabled, how can they hold on, hold on..."
"When will the men come back, and the daughter-in-laws will go to the village entrance bridge to have a look! Remember to bring an umbrella so that you don't get drenched, it will be clear soon, and it has been raining recently..."
Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng looked at each other, and they understood where the sound came from.
"TV sound." Mu Sicheng pointed to the outside, and said softly, "Someone is watching TV."
Bai Liu made a gesture for him to go out first, then dexterously withdrew from the side of the bed, knelt on one knee in the shadow of the foot of the bed that was not covered by the TV light, and looked ahead quietly, as if confirming something.
Then Bai Liu was sure, he lowered his head and made a [shh] gesture to Mu Sicheng who was still hiding under the bed, telling Mu Sicheng to come out quietly.
Seeing this, Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was safe outside, so he propped himself up with one hand, slanted his body, and tried to get up from the bottom of the bed, but he turned around and took a deep breath, and quickly shrank back. Next to Bai Liu, mouthed in horror, "What's the matter?!"
There was a mahogany stool beside the bed at the entrance, and on the top of the stool sat two gray-haired old men with their backs to Bai Liu and the others.
The old man was facing an old wooden cabinet with rotten edges, and in the cabinet was an old-fashioned FM TV that looked over twelve or thirteen inches square.
The picture on the TV was black and white, and it was shaken and blurred from time to time, but the two old people seemed to be watching very intently. Staring at the TV screen with trembling eyes.
The light in the screen shone dimly on the faces of the two old people. Brown spots appeared around the cloudy eyeballs of the old people. There seemed to be something wriggling in the mouth and nose, which could be seen in the ears. Stretching white dots of worms.
They had dull smiles on their faces, and their mouths moved quickly, as if they were saying something.
Mu Sicheng held his breath and paid attention, but he didn't hear any sound from the throats of the two old people, but soon he realized where the voices of the two old people came from.
The mouth movements of the two old men are synchronized with the voices of the people on the TV.
Bai Liu looked at the TV: "They are dubbing the people on the TV."
The swaying black-and-white images on the TV are like some old video tapes in some historical materials. A few plainly dressed and old-fashioned women are sitting by the gate of Yinshan Village, wearing boots and shrouds, kneeling together. Beside the coffin was waving a white handkerchief to hide his face from crying, and there was an unopened white umbrella beside him.
Mu Sicheng asked in a low voice: "This is the costume of the bridge ghost. Are these women living bridge ghosts?"
Bai Liu looked at the TV screen and nodded slightly: "It should be."
The two old men with strange faces opened and closed their mouths, and the voice came out from the TV:
"There are too many men, there are too many, and they will be put in the grave..."
"...I was torn apart by those ghosts, and entered the ancestral grave. How can I meet my ancestors..."
"Put it in a coffin and send it to the mountain on the other side of the bridge for burial, so that they can rest in peace."
"My enemy! It's too miserable! How can I live on!"
The women sobbed and lay down on the coffin, let go of the work, and were about to faint from crying. In the end, they followed the coffin bearer, and they followed the coffin across the weir pond and onto the bridge.
They were crying numbly, with wet tears all over their faces, holding umbrellas in their hands to cool the coffins, preventing the mutilated corpses and souls in these coffins from being damaged by the sun.
But at the moment of crossing the bridge, these women who lost their husbands looked at the rows of coffins that fell into the mountains. Umbrella, jumped off the bridge.
Under the bridge is a shallow stream, these women hit the bridge pier, their heads were bleeding.
They held their umbrellas in peace and looked at the distant coffins on the bridge, with extremely sad expressions on their faces.
The moment the coffin was out of their sight, they slowly closed their eyes, fell into the water, moved, and the blood oozing from them stained their shrouds and umbrellas red. This clear water brook.
Seeing this scene, Mu Sicheng's back was sweating, but Bai Liu was watching it very engrossed, as if he was looking for someone.
This searching look made Mu Sicheng even more hairy: "Who are you looking for, Bai Liu, there must be someone you know here, right?"
"Definitely." Bai Liu replied squinting.
Mu Sicheng was startled, and then quickly came back to his senses: "That's right, Bai Liu, I don't have any memory, and these are the only people I know. I, Kong Xuyang, Yang Zhi, I know each other. There is nothing in this picture."
Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng indifferently: "I'm looking for someone outside the screen."
"Outside the screen..." Mu Sicheng was taken aback, "What do you mean?"
Bai Liu replied calmly: "I do know the person in this picture, but there is another person outside the picture, who must be familiar to me."
Mu Sicheng became more and more puzzled: "This happened a hundred years ago, who do I know?"
"I missed a person, the person who took this picture." Bai Liu stared at the picture, "If I guessed correctly, this person knows what's going on at the first glance."
Curiosity overwhelmed fear, Mu Sicheng folded his chest, frowned and began to stare at the edge of the picture seriously, trying to see the person who was holding up the camera to shoot.
Quickly, Mu Sicheng saw that the shooter was adjusting the camera to let his own face enter the country.
As soon as the cameraman's face came into the mirror, Mu Sicheng turned his head to look at Bai Liu in shock: "How could he be like this?!"
Bai Liu remained calm: "What else? What do you think he will do?"
Mu Sicheng pointed at the flashing cameraman in the screen, and jumped up anxiously: "He must be just like me!"
In the black and white TV, the cameraman is dressed in old and trendy clothes, a three-piece vest, a pair of leather shoes, a filial hat on his head, and tears on his face. Is it recorded in the book?
Bai Liu looked at this person: "He should be the village Huangli teacher."
The village almanac teacher, the person in the village who records good fortune, bad luck, and small things, is also the recorder of the missing piece of information on the mural.
"How do you know that he would feel the same as me?!" Mu Sicheng was as curious as a cat scratching his heart, and he approached Bai Liu to ask.
Bai Liu glanced at the video camera that Mu Sicheng had been hanging around his neck and was recording, and explained:
"I'm just guessing that what we're in is a game, and we've participated in four kinds of role-playing, and these four characters are descendants of Yinshan Village."
"Judging from the obtained props and tasks, these four characters are grave robbers, decent warlocks, villain warlocks, and a cameraman."
Bai Liu looked up at Mu Sicheng: "Do you think it's reasonable to push this setting back a hundred years?"
Mu Sicheng was stunned, he seemed to be about to understand: "So I feel that what we are playing is not the current role, but the role of a hundred years."
"To be precise, we are the descendants of four roles." Bai Liu stretched out his fingers and tapped the ground eight times, and then connected every two dots. is a cameraman, a recorder of supernatural events, and now there is a cameraman in front of us, who uses the almanac to record good and bad people. The overlap of roles and tasks is as high as 80%. Personally, I think there is a high probability that it is his descendant."
"If I am the one who designs the game, I will remind you of this by adjusting their appearance to be consistent."
Mu Sicheng was enlightened: "So you can say that they look the same as me!"
Seeing that Kong Xuyang was going to lose his mind again, Yang Zhi quickly changed the subject: "Brother Kong, we still have an advantage. We have already figured out how to collect clues on the true end line in the last round of the game." Kong Xuyang, with red eyes, forcibly collected his mind, and let out a foul breath: "The almanac of Yinshan Village, the incomplete parts of the murals are the almanac recorded in the village. As long as we find the almanac from a hundred years ago, we can make up for this Taoist zombie. Backstory line." "You can find its weakness." Yang Zhi patted Kong Xuyang's shoulder to make Kong Xuyang relax, "A player found a page of almanac in the last game. Brother Kong still remembers that player was in Where did you find it?" Kong Xuyang's gaze slowly shifted outwards. He looked at the hilltop Yantang hidden in the darkness, and said word by word: "The mass grave behind the Yantang." In the tomb. The entrance of the tomb passage, which was getting narrower and narrower, was forcibly broken out with brute force, and the four walls were full of sharp paw prints of zombies. Bai Liu held up the candlestick to shine a light on it: "These should be grabbed by the zombie to get out." "...This strength is too terrifying." Mu Sicheng stretched out his hand to compare the paw print, and it was two full circles wider than his hand, and the wall was visible from the depth. Mu Sicheng's scalp felt a little numb, "This If the zombies go crazy, it will be difficult to catch us." "So we have to end this game before then." Bai Liu said. Bai Liu walked to the entrance where they climbed into the tomb, stepped on Mu Sicheng's shoulder and jumped up with strength, and jumped out. After Bai Liu went out, he backhanded Mu Sicheng and pulled him up. The entrance for them to enter the tomb was under a bed. Just as Mu Sicheng was about to climb out from under the bed, Bai Liu held his shoulders. Bai Liu looked outside the bed, and said calmly, "There is light, there are people outside." Only then did Mu Sicheng notice the flickering silver, white, gray and black lights on the floor under the bed, accompanied by faint noises, like the sound of electric current coming into contact with it, and intermittent, intertwined voices of many people talking. These human voices are sometimes rough and sometimes delicate, but as if separated by a layer, it seems like a real person is speaking. "...These ghosts are going to freeze us, kill us, and starve us, but as long as we have a breath, we must guard this place and let outsiders come and snatch us away..." "But the men are gone, leaving a village of old, weak, sick and disabled, how can they hold on, hold on..." "When will the men come back, and the daughter-in-laws will go to the village entrance bridge to have a look! Remember to bring an umbrella so that you don't get drenched, it will be clear soon, and it has been raining recently..." Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng looked at each other, and they understood where the sound came from. "TV sound." Mu Sicheng pointed to the outside, and said softly, "Someone is watching TV." Bai Liu made a gesture for him to go out first, then dexterously withdrew from the side of the bed, knelt on one knee in the shadow of the foot of the bed that was not covered by the TV light, and looked ahead quietly, as if confirming something. Then Bai Liu was sure, he lowered his head and made a shh gesture to Mu Sicheng who was still hiding under the bed, telling Mu Sicheng to come out quietly. Seeing this, Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was safe outside, so he propped himself up with one hand, slanted his body, and tried to get up from the bottom of the bed, but he turned around and took a deep breath, and quickly shrank back. Next to Bai Liu, mouthed in horror, "What's the matter?!" There was a mahogany stool beside the bed at the entrance, and on the top of the stool sat two gray-haired old men with their backs to Bai Liu and the others. The old man was facing an old wooden cabinet with rotten edges, and in the cabinet was an old-fashioned FM TV that looked over twelve or thirteen inches square. The picture on the TV was black and white, and it was shaken and blurred from time to time, but the two old people seemed to be watching very intently. Staring at the TV screen with trembling eyes. The light in the screen shone dimly on the faces of the two old people. Brown spots appeared around the cloudy eyeballs of the old people. There seemed to be something wriggling in the mouth and nose, which could be seen in the ears. Stretching white dots of worms. They had dull smiles on their faces, and their mouths moved quickly, as if they were saying something. Mu Sicheng held his breath and paid attention, but he didn't hear any sound from the throats of the two old people, but soon he realized where the voices of the two old people came from. The mouth movements of the two old men are synchronized with the voices of the people on the TV. Bai Liu looked at the TV: "They are dubbing the people on the TV." The swaying black-and-white images on the TV are like some old video tapes in some historical materials. A few plainly dressed and old-fashioned women are sitting by the gate of Yinshan Village, wearing boots and shrouds, kneeling together. Beside the coffin was waving a white handkerchief to hide his face from crying, and there was an unopened white umbrella beside him. Mu Sicheng asked in a low voice: "This is the costume of the bridge ghost. Are these women living bridge ghosts?" Bai Liu looked at the TV screen and nodded slightly: "It should be." The two old men with strange faces opened and closed their mouths, and the voice came out from the TV: "There are too many men, there are too many, and they will be put in the grave..." "...I was torn apart by those ghosts, and entered the ancestral grave. How can I meet my ancestors..." "Put it in a coffin and send it to the mountain on the other side of the bridge for burial, so that they can rest in peace." "My enemy! It's too miserable! How can I live on!" The women sobbed and lay down on the coffin, let go of the work, and were about to faint from crying. In the end, they followed the coffin bearer, and they followed the coffin across the weir pond and onto the bridge. They were crying numbly, with wet tears all over their faces, holding umbrellas in their hands to cool the coffins, preventing the mutilated corpses and souls in these coffins from being damaged by the sun. But at the moment of crossing the bridge, these women who lost their husbands looked at the rows of coffins that fell into the mountains. Umbrella, jumped off the bridge. Under the bridge is a shallow stream, these women hit the bridge pier, their heads were bleeding. They held their umbrellas in peace and looked at the distant coffins on the bridge, with extremely sad expressions on their faces. The moment the coffin was out of their sight, they slowly closed their eyes, fell into the water, moved, and the blood oozing from them stained their shrouds and umbrellas red. This clear water brook. Seeing this scene, Mu Sicheng's back was sweating, but Bai Liu was watching it very engrossed, as if he was looking for someone. This searching look made Mu Sicheng even more hairy: "Who are you looking for, Bai Liu, there must be someone you know here, right?" "Definitely." Bai Liu replied squinting. Mu Sicheng was startled, and then quickly came back to his senses: "That's right, Bai Liu, I don't have any memory, and these are the only people I know. I, Kong Xuyang, Yang Zhi, I know each other. There is nothing in this picture." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng indifferently: "I'm looking for someone outside the screen." "Outside the screen..." Mu Sicheng was taken aback, "What do you mean?" Bai Liu replied calmly: "I do know the person in this picture, but there is another person outside the picture, who must be familiar to me." Mu Sicheng became more and more puzzled: "This happened a hundred years ago, who do I know?" "I missed a person, the person who took this picture." Bai Liu stared at the picture, "If I guessed correctly, this person knows what's going on at the first glance." Curiosity overwhelmed fear, Mu Sicheng folded his chest, frowned and began to stare at the edge of the picture seriously, trying to see the person who was holding up the camera to shoot. Quickly, Mu Sicheng saw that the shooter was adjusting the camera to let his own face enter the country. As soon as the cameraman's face came into the mirror, Mu Sicheng turned his head to look at Bai Liu in shock: "How could he be like this?!" Bai Liu remained calm: "What else? What do you think he will do?" Mu Sicheng pointed at the flashing cameraman in the screen, and jumped up anxiously: "He must be just like me!" In the black and white TV, the cameraman is dressed in old and trendy clothes, a three-piece vest, a pair of leather shoes, a filial hat on his head, and tears on his face. Is it recorded in the book? Bai Liu looked at this person: "He should be the village Huangli teacher." The village almanac teacher, the person in the village who records good fortune, bad luck, and small things, is also the recorder of the missing piece of information on the mural. "How do you know that he would feel the same as me?!" Mu Sicheng was as curious as a cat scratching his heart, and he approached Bai Liu to ask. Bai Liu glanced at the video camera that Mu Sicheng had been hanging around his neck and was recording, and explained: "I'm just guessing that what we're in is a game, and we've participated in four kinds of role-playing, and these four characters are descendants of Yinshan Village." "Judging from the obtained props and tasks, these four characters are grave robbers, decent warlocks, villain warlocks, and a cameraman." Bai Liu looked up at Mu Sicheng: "Do you think it's reasonable to push this setting back a hundred years?" Mu Sicheng was stunned, he seemed to be about to understand: "So I feel that what we are playing is not the current role, but the role of a hundred years." "To be precise, we are the descendants of four roles." Bai Liu stretched out his fingers and tapped the ground eight times, and then connected every two dots. is a cameraman, a recorder of supernatural events, and now there is a cameraman in front of us, who uses the almanac to record good and bad people. The overlap of roles and tasks is as high as 80%. Personally, I think there is a high probability that it is his descendant." "If I am the one who designs the game, I will remind you of this by adjusting their appearance to be consistent." Mu Sicheng was enlightened: "So you can say that they look the same as me!"
