(I've got a cold.,It's still very fierce.,I've got to go to the hospital tomorrow.,I'll send tomorrow's chapter first.,But tomorrow there may only be one more.,Understand)

The darkness around him made Yin Shuang feel where she was.

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was different from the white mist, sounding younger, or more youthful.

After hearing the sentence "Hello, my name is Bai Mist", Yin Shuang suddenly fell into a shock, and it was this surprise that dragged her into this dark illusion, and then she felt a huge pain.

It was as if countless needles had pierced the nerve endings.

"Answer incorrectly, and don't let the pain cloud your judgment. This is a simple question that you shouldn't get wrong. ”

The middle-aged man's voice made Yin Shuang feel very gentle, but what she felt next was not gentleness, but the pain that intensified.

She wanted to open her eyes, but even rolling her eyelids was painful.

What the hell is all this going on? Why are you here? Why does a child say his name is White Mist?

What about the white mist?

A lot of questions appeared in Yin Shuang's mind, and she subconsciously used the Tree Calm Wind Breath, but it didn't work.

The pain she endured here had crossed the limits of her patience for pain, and the quiet of the trees could only make her feel the pain more clearly.

"Mild pain makes people's minds sharpened, and the body secretes various gaining hormones, such as adrenaline, to relieve pain. But let's think about it from a different perspective. ”

The man's voice is still gentle and magnetic.

If it were a different time, Yin Shuang would think that the owner of this voice was an academic researcher with glasses and a gentle temperament.

She tried her best to open her eyes, and the face she saw was indeed very much in line with her imagination.

"This uncle...... It's like the white fog, but it looks like the white fog, and it's a little more calm and calm, as well as affinity. ”

She hadn't figured out the situation yet, and she didn't know who the pain she was feeling was coming from.

But this state of affairs did not last long, and Yin Shuang's consciousness was shattered again by the severe pain.

This is not the "slight pain" that this man said, even for a veteran of the Investigation Corps like Yin Shuang, it is completely unbearable.

"Instead of thinking of pain when the body secretes various hormones to relieve pain, why don't we think of it as the body longs to feel pain and constantly secretes hormones to encourage us?"

"So in a sense, pain is your partner."

"You have to adapt, you have to feel, the expression on your face is too ugly, you have to be happy at this time, even if you are not happy, you have to put on a calm posture."

One by one, needles pierced certain acupuncture points on Yin Shuang's face, and the intense pain made her collapse for a while, before she completely lost consciousness.

This time, Yin Shuang finally saw it, this middle-aged man with kind eyebrows and elegant temperament...... is torturing itself.

Finally, she listened to the middle-aged man say something:

"White Mist, you are such a failed work, you have disappointed me so much."

Yin Shuang passed out.

This is manifested in the fourth minute after the phone is answered.

The fragments of consciousness in her mind constituted a painful dream, in which she could not feel the sharp pain that pierced her soul.

But the fear of pain remains.

Her mind kept recalling the phrase "My name is White Mist......

White Mist ......

"White Mist ......"

Bai Wu, who was originally going to go to another phone booth to answer the phone, suddenly heard Yin Shuang's whispering.

He turned his head and was sure that Yin Shuang was still in a coma.

"It's strange that she's calling my name because the scene in the dream is too dangerous? Wrong...... She hadn't asked me for help before. ”

Speaking of which, Bai Wu felt that Yin Shuang's performance seemed to be a little wrong.

Should the phone have some special ability to bring people into some kind of mental illusion?

But Yin Shuang seemed to pour too quickly......

Bai Wu didn't know what Yin Shuang had experienced, otherwise he wouldn't have this kind of thought.

It's no wonder Yin Shuang, the pain she endured was unbearable even for Lilith in a state of stagnant heart.

The phone booth on the left continues to make noise.

Bai Wu didn't cross the phone booth, deliberately waited for a while, and finally found that it didn't seem to work, and the person on the other end of the phone was very patient.

It's like if you don't answer the phone, you can call until you are old.

After waiting for a full two minutes, Bai Mist answered the phone.

"Hello, my name is Molly."

Judging by the voice, there was a woman on the other end of the phone, with a shrill voice, as if she was singing some kind of folk opera that could make people feel creepy in the middle of the night.

At this time, there is no human fireworks on the street, and normal people will be a little scared when they hear such a ghostly sound.

In particular, this phone is a super sensory phone, and it will really make people feel a sense of fear when the chill rises.

But as we all know, not being afraid is standard for the Survey Corps, at least that's what White Mist thinks:

"Where are you? Is Morley the Molly of Moria, or the Jasmine of Jasmine, listening to your voice with a crying voice, have you suffered a sad thing? By the way, can you tell me your phone number? Which number are you broadcasting? What day of the week are yours over there? What is the weather like today, is it night or day? Is it convenient to say the next year, month and day? ”

"My name is Molly......"

The voice on the other side of the phone was even more poignant, and Bai Mist frowned:

"My name is White Mist, White of White, Mist of Mist. I don't have any sadness for the time being, but I have a bad thing, I'm at the beginning of a certain street, using a telephone booth in the east direction, if you count the tower, today is Wednesday, daytime. Okay, I've said what I have to say, it's your turn. ”

"My name is Molly......"

The voice was even more distorted, as if crying and as if it was oozing laughter, and the white mist was incomprehensible:

"Hello Molly, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Can you say something else? Say whatever you want, are you in a phone booth now? ”

"At least tell me how to trigger the mission! Is this call asking me to listen to your self-registration? ”

"Hey, Xiaoli, are you still listening? Is it still there? It's okay, you can just say something, you don't have to answer my questions? Or are you a robot? Is it a program? Is this area also a mechanical area? ”

“……”

The beep ———— beep rang and the phone hung up. It's not the white fog that hangs, it's the people on the other side.

White Mist wondered, what is the situation? The note mentions that you can only move forward after answering a super inductive call.

Is this considered the end of the pick-up? The answer to this question was quick. White Fog found that on the glass doors of all the phone booths, there was a countdown - 6:59.

He quickly guessed the truth:

"Six minutes and fifty-nine seconds...... This should be the next time I can freely pass through the phone booth, but Yin Shuang didn't get time after making the call, and it should be that the immunity was used to offset the negative status. What happens if I move forward with Yin Shuang? ”

Bai Wu didn't plan to let Yin Shuang go back too soon.

It's just that he's even more strange now, is Yin Shuang so weak? It didn't sound like anything to answer the phone.

Or is it actually different calls with different difficulties?

Up to now, Bai Wu has not felt the so-called difficulty, he only feels that it is a little rude for the other party to hang up the phone.

"It seems that we can only wait until she wakes up and ask what is going on."

He carried Yin Shuang on his back, and then walked past the phone booth, at this time Bai Wu noticed that the time loss of all the phone booths had become faster.

It used to be minus one per second, but now it's minus two per second.

"I see, if two people cross the line, it means that the time deduction speed is doubled. That means I actually only have a little more than three minutes to move forward. ”

There were still voices coming from the phone booth, and now White Mist could move freely for more than three minutes, which meant that he had a choice.

Ahead is a dense network of telephone booths with no end in sight, and although not all of them make noise, they basically cover the entire street.

After thinking about it, Bai Wu summed up two feasible customs clearance plans -

"For three minutes, I can choose to keep moving forward, so that I can pass through the street and see the end of the road in a short time. But this is equivalent to speedrunning, which is just pure showmanship, not nutrition. ”

"I can also choose to answer most of the calls and piece together what is really going on in the area."

Thinking about it like this, Bai Wu finally chose the nearest phone booth and prepared to slowly pick them up one by one.

Picking up the earpiece again, Bai Mist decided to have fewer questions this time:

"My name is Pang Yu."

This time the answer was a man. Age is difficult to discern and can range from 18 to 30 years old

It's this strange tone again, if there are really ghosts in this world, then Pang Yu and Mo Li are probably like the kind of resentful ghosts who died tragically, they speak weakly, but they drag out their tones for a long time.

"Oh, old Pang, I miss you!"

It should be okay, right?

"My name is Pang Yu!!!"

It seems to be enduring some kind of intense torture, anger and unwillingness, all in this roar, if you change someone, you can feel a certain infiltrating atmosphere at this time.

But the white fog really can't be felt.

Obviously, because Bai Mist's answer seemed to lack some necessary emotion, he was unable to enter the scene on the phone for a long time.

White Mist thought about it seriously, roaring body? Could it be a netizen for a year? Understood, this begins to echo.

"My name is White Mist!!!"

“……”

Toot –

The phone hangs up.

This time, Bai Mist found that he had more time. Twelve minutes remaining on the countdown.

"Well, that's six minutes, but is it so hard to communicate with me? I've been working hard to answer the phone. ”

Seeing that Yin Shuang hadn't woken up yet, Bai Wu decided to take another call.

Coming to the phone booth, Bai Mist picked up the handset for the third time.

"Big brother...... Help me...... I'm so cold...... My name is Wen Hao. ”

If the speed of speech is a little faster and the tone is faster, Bai Wu thinks that the other party is asking for help, but now Bai Wu feels that the other party is a sleepwalking child, and he is screaming weakly.

Thinking of the other party's abnormal tone in the previous two phone calls, Bai Wu suddenly thought of something.

These people ...... Could it be that they are all in some kind of pain waiting for help?

The note refers to calls across time and space, and for my current self, these people may have been dead for a long, long time.

This means that what I am currently receiving is really a ghost call?

Could it be that the reason why these people speak strangely is only because they have gone through countless times in a certain cycle?

"How am I going to save you?"

Probably finally developing a trace of sympathy for the child, White Mist soon discovered that the scene outside the phone booth began to dissipate like a puzzle piece, and then a new puzzle began to reconstruct the world.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it seemed like it was only for a moment.

When White Mist came back to his senses, he found himself in some strange environment.

The whistle sounded, and he seemed to have come to the end of a certain street, and at this moment, Bai Mist saw a huge cruise ship like a city on the sea outside a magnificent harbor.

Even in his previous life, White Mist had never seen such a large maneuvering device at sea.

The cruise ship is located almost 700 meters from the port, which is connected by a bridge built over the sea.

What is certain is that if the cruise ship is launched, this sea bridge, which covers 700 meters, will inevitably collapse.

At the entrance to the bridge, there are many soldiers armed with firearms, and the entrance is equivalent to a ticket gate, and a ticket is required to board the boat.

There was a long queue outside the port, and Bai Wu was in the line at this time, and in front of her was a family of three who were checking tickets.

Soon it will be his turn to board the ship.

"Everyone has to have a ticket! No ticket will not pass! Your family, with only two tickets, leaves one person behind. ”

The person in charge of checking the ticket is indifferent, everything on the Ark cruise ship, has been carefully calculated, this is a human marine ecosystem cycle.

Therefore, the initial population must also be precisely controlled.

And the one who argued with the ticket inspector in front of Bai Wu was Wen Hao's family of three.

They were only 700 meters away from the giant cruise ship that seemed to represent hope and the future, but right now, the family was faced with a choice.

Two tickets, three people. Only two people will be able to walk on the bridge, and the remaining one will have to stay in the city where there may be few resources left.

Wen Hao's parents begged the ticket inspector in charge of the ticket to let the twelve-year-old child in.

Their cries were terrible, but there was a long line behind them, and countless people were waiting to get on board.

These hoarse cries seemed so insignificant.

This scene was nothing more normal for the officer who was checking the ticket, and he could already be indifferent.

"With two tickets, you can only get two people. That's how the people in front of you came, you better hurry, you have to finish loading Area A by tonight. Don't let everyone wait here because of your family of three! ”

"I'll only give you twenty seconds! Otherwise, get out of the way! ”

This seems to be impersonal, but it is also the most efficient when order is most needed, and the wicket's approach has caused many people to be dissatisfied, but it has also made the whole process of entering the ship a lot smoother.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are actually more or less the same at this moment, because many people in the back of the queue only have one or two tickets.

They dragged their families with them, hoping to be able to stay on at the last minute.

But if the so-called utopia only has such a place, all the previous warmth will stage a cruel scene at the end.

Wen Hao's fate was obviously clear, and when Bai Wu looked at him, the note that popped up in his eyes was like this-

[Title: A lonely harbor.] Contents: The sea breeze in the harbor is cold, the tears are very cold, I long for the night to have lightning and thunder, so that I will not hear the terrible tearing sound, the night is beautiful, Mom and Dad went to a distant place, on the endless sea, no one is waiting for me - Author: Handsome Eyes. You also saw that his obsession floated in the city, but unfortunately there is something wrong with your empathy ability and you can't feel it~ You can try to help it, or kill it directly, or take it to a safe place? Or give it a future that has never been realized? 】

White Mist probably understood.

The voice coming from the phone can pull people's consciousness into a certain scene, and feel the experience of the person on the other end of the phone.

It seems that Yin Shuang should have experienced someone's pain and caused him to pass out in a coma.

But why is it through a phone booth?

Without thinking too much about it, White Mist looked at the cruise ship in the distance and noticed that the note given by the Eye of Prell was similar to the previous notes on both sides of the street, but there was an additional hint:

[It's just a useless set, you can't get through this scene and really enter that ship, friendly reminder - what you lose here will be restored after you hang up.] 】

White Mist already had an idea, and the hint of the Eye of Prell could be regarded as a clear answer.

The items consumed here will not be really consumed, as long as you return to the world outside the phone booth.

And in the manor, White Mist once got a ticket.