The happy amusement park for a family of three, the days of laughter, tea and rice are long gone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoSunny sky, when will they be able to touch it again?

Fang Ming, an ordinary third-year high school graduate more than a year ago. The graduate's academic pressure did not bother him. Because he didn't care anymore. Hiding in the classroom all day long, looking at his phone, playing games, is his last bit of time to pass the time.

Although he may be a little sorry for his parents, he really can't do anything about his terrible grades. In his opinion, instead of wasting time making up for it, it is better to indulge the last few months.

However, the last indulgence will never bring him back. He will always remember vividly that sunny afternoon, a group text message completely changed the rest of his life.

As for why it was sent in bulk, because of the rest of the class, several people also received this text message. Moreover, they have a common characteristic, that is, they are all game fans who often use their mobile phones to play games during class time.

The content of the text messages, even to this day, is saved in Fang Ming's mobile phone. And those few short sentences were forever imprinted in Fang Ming's mind, unless he lost his memory again, otherwise the text message that dragged him into hell would never be erased from his mind again.

And the content of the text message is a puzzle. In the class, except for a student who often plays puzzle exploration games, driven by curiosity to solve the problem, the others can only choose to give up the pace of continuing research after racking their brains.

And that night, horrors slowly came to them. And among them, except for the classmate who has already solved the puzzle. Didn't encounter anything horrible.

The next day, although they were all a little suspicious. But it's just a coincidence of what happened last night. The next day, though. The classmate who solved the riddle was once again... Received a text message.

It wasn't until the end, when the first person died, that they had to pay attention to it. Through research, they finally learned the secret of the whole thing.

Every day, they will have an unsolved riddle. If they do, they will be absolutely safe that night, and the next day they will receive another text message, a riddle.

And. The answers to all the riddles lead to the final clue to the Realm! To prevent them from cheating, in later riddles. Everyone is different, and what each riddle says at the end is different.

This may be, and so far, the only one that has cracked the trickery of clue diversification. Because even if one person eventually solves all the riddles and survives, the others must continue to solve them. Otherwise. He's going to die!

And in the end, only two people survived. One person is obviously him, and the other person, of course, is the other classmate who likes adventure games.

And after that. Naturally, Fang Ming was separated from his parents forever. This time, when he remembered that time. Even for the false relatives, they are very reluctant.

Maybe it's because the doctored memories are too real! But. A few days of digestion also made him feel about his relatives who had been tampered with in his memory. It's also a lot lighter. But the tampered memory still reminded him more of his parents.

.........

Inside the dormitory...

Everything is as usual, black is still so black, white is still so white. The pure white mobile phone was attached to Fang Ming's ear, and the cold touch kept him clear at all times.

"I suddenly remembered, weren't we going through the sophomore student materials that day? But why is Nuo Yuanyuan on that? ”

Dai Mengfang's voice, he had obviously noticed this as well. Fang Ming frowned and said, "Have you noticed it too?"

“......”

On the phone, there was silence...

However, after a moment of time, Dai Mengfang finally said again: "However, it seems that you also remember."

"Hmm!" Fang Ming nodded and replied.

"And what do you think?"

Dai Mengfang asked again.

"What about you?"

Fang Ming was silent and did not answer the question immediately. It was just a slightly low word, but it asked another question: "Did you tell anyone else?"

"Not yet." Dai Mengfang replied.

Everything was unremarkable, Fang Ming sighed deeply, and didn't have any special opinion. It's just that in his secrets, he suddenly remembered Nuo Yuanyuan's words at that time.

"By the way, what if you combine what Nuo Yuanyuan said?"

As a member of Dai Mengfang's dormitory, Fang Ming just reminded him, but his mind was still calculating rapidly.

If Nuo Yuanyuan really watched someone else write it himself, but the "Nuo Yuanyuan" on the sophomore student's information has studied calligraphy. In the dark, there are always countless threads that connect all the threads together.

In my mind, the conjecture I had had that night reappeared.

"Could it be that the one Nuo Yuanyuan saw, the person who wrote calligraphy, was the "Nuo Yuanyuan" on the sophomore student's information?! ”

Fang Ming clenched his teeth tightly, neither admitting nor denying it. But is it really possible? Seeing yourself writing calligraphy? Unless Nuo Yuanyuan has a twin brother, it will be absolutely impossible.

However, if the two are really twins. Why the same name? Did you have to register the name of your twin brother?

In his mind, a thought was suddenly wiped by Fang Ming. In the dark, everything became more confusing, and Fang Ming's heart became even more dull. That "Nuo Yuanyuan" was discovered in the sophomore year, what is the special significance?

Listening to what Summer said, during the time when he hadn't lost his memory, he had already investigated some things with Wakabayashi. And these things may be their last hope.

And what is the connection between these two hopes? However, even if Fang Ming wanted to break his head now, it was useless, so he could only sigh deeply before saying into the phone.

"Let's wait until we tell them later, let's discuss it together!"

"Okay!"

Dai Mengfang nodded and did not refuse. After a while, I hung up the phone, and the "tick" prompt sound of the mobile phone sounded in the mobile phone, which rang intermittently.

But Fang Ming's trembling heart couldn't calm down for a long time. Taking out the phone, Fang Ming finally called Xia again, and he finally gave up thinking about it completely. (To be continued.) )