September 27, 200× 6:44 AM

"Do you understand? Did you understand what I mean? He gestured at me, "You don't have to talk, just nod or shake your head." ”

I stared blankly at the bespectacled middle-aged male doctor in front of me. He came up to me alone and said a lot of obscure things to me, what kind of inductive psychopaths, people in the supermarket were affected, causing collective hysteria...... What he said was completely different from what I had understood and guessed, and I was not sure if I understood them all.

Just when I was confused, I suddenly heard a policeman in a leather jacket not far in front of me reporting to someone on his mobile phone: "A boy has come out of the supermarket." ”

Boy! I was shocked - I almost forgot about him! I jerked my head back, my eyes searching, but I didn't see the "boy" he was talking about. But I saw another scene - a male policeman carried the old woman out of the supermarket and shouted, "This old lady is the only one left alive in the supermarket, everyone else is dead!" ”

Accompanying the policeman was a young policewoman who walked up to an ambulance and said to several nurses, "This old lady is probably the only one in this supermarket who has not been affected, she is deaf and mute!" I was a little dumbfounded, and when I talked to her just now, she gestured to me - the people in this supermarket are crazy and constantly killing each other! ”

I stared at them blankly, my mind in confusion - deaf and dumb? That old lady was deaf and dumb by nature! No wonder she never said a word to any of us, why didn't I think of that before? What does the policewoman mean when she says she's the only one in the supermarket who hasn't been affected? My mind was getting more and more confused, and I couldn't understand everything at all. At this time, I remembered the murderer, who had not yet been caught! I yelled at the male doctor in front of me, "What about the boy? Tell the boy the police to catch him! He's a murderer! ”

The male doctor frowned and asked suspiciously, "What did you say...... A boy? What, are there any other boys in there besides you? ”

I was completely stunned - what was he talking about?

The male doctor was stunned when he saw me, probably thinking that it was very difficult to communicate with me, so he said, "Otherwise, let's go to the hospital first, okay?" Or, you tell me who your parents are and where they work? ”

I stared at him like a visitor, but he continued to ask, "Why don't you tell me which middle school you attended?" ”

It was a strange and terrifying feeling – I was slowly sinking into a icy ice cave. First my feet froze into ice, and then gradually upwards, the cold spread to all my limbs, freezing my blood, limbs, and even my thoughts. I was completely transformed into an ice sculpture that I couldn't think. After a while, it felt as if something had cracked in my head, a sudden thought. Driven by this thought, I suddenly staggered like crazy and threw myself into the nearest police car, and in the rearview mirror on the left side of the police car, I saw the person in the mirror—

It was the face of a teenage boy, exactly the same as the boy I saw in the supermarket!

All of a sudden, I understood everything. In the midst of the spinning world, some of the clips that happened in the supermarket replayed in my mind like a fast-playing black-and-white movie—

"You know what? I have a daughter who looks about your age. That's why seeing you gives me a sense of intimacy. (Middle-aged uncle)

"The most important thing at the moment is that the ten of us must unite ......" (middle-aged uncle)

"Actually, I was a little suspicious for a long time, but I just kept it and didn't say it, but now it seems that the murderer must be the boy ......" (female clerk)

Along with these memories came the answer to all my previous questions. At this moment, my mind suddenly became clear, and I understood everything - the night of the accident, I came out of school after a night of self-study, and came home with a magazine in my hand. As I passed by the supermarket, I walked in, and even while waiting in line to pay, my whole body and mind were still immersed in that wonderful story. That story was so beautifully written, called "A Single Woman's Life in a Different Place", and I was completely brought into it by the author's writing. It wasn't until the man with the gun barged in and threatened us not to move that the book in my hand fell to the ground. But I didn't realize it, and after being extremely frightened, my mind was in turmoil, and then I became a "single woman living in a different place".

And what happened in the supermarket for the next few days, I understood it all—the unreasonable bearded man was desperate to slam the door the next day, and I was against it; The fat woman vows to find out who the killer is, and says that she has found a clue, which is obviously a threat to me as well; And the fashionable girl is even more *, she has exposed the dangerous idea that she will use extreme methods to protect herself, how can she be reassuring if she is not solved? Obviously, the "boy" who lives in my subconscious mind will not allow these threats to exist. "He" quietly got up and killed them with a fruit knife while I was asleep!

Now, I have finally come to a terrible conclusion - the crazy murderer who killed three people in the supermarket is myself!

Now, I'm slumped on the ground. The words that the doctors and police were saying to me in my ears were like a howling north wind, fleeting. I couldn't hear a word of what they were saying. There's only one question on my mind right now – what should I do? Do you want to tell them everything as it is, let them know what happened during these crazy five days and six nights in the supermarket, and then confess their sins. Of course, I believe that even if I don't say it, they will draw conclusions from the investigation and analysis on the spot, not to mention that there is an old lady who has not been infected with the virus, and she will "say" everything she has witnessed in the past few days - what will be the result of me?

However, there is at least one consolation – the world is still alive, the flowers and trees and all living things are alive and well, and I see the sun rise again – and perhaps for me, that is enough.

(End of first story)

The story of Wei Chicheng was finished, and the story, which had been conceived in one afternoon, was told from 7 to 10 p.m. The excitement of the story exceeded everyone's expectations, and they secretly admired it in their hearts. So much so that after the story ended, everyone in the hall was still immersed in it, and no one spoke for a while.

Nantian now understands that the mysterious organizer said that he "invited" the 14 best suspense novel writers in China, which is indeed true. The first story alone made him feel a strong challenge. At this moment, he almost forgot the situation he was in, his blood was boiling, and he even thanked in his heart that this incident had given him the opportunity to compete with these suspense masters.

As the first storyteller, Wei Chicheng is very smart - Nan Tian secretly sighed - the story he told called "Strange Disease Invasion" used the most classic "Blizzard Mountain Villa model" in suspense and reasoning novels. This kind of story mode in which strange events occur in a closed state is the most attractive and easy to shine in suspense novels. The important thing is that after he uses this model, the people who come after him can't tell this type of story anymore.

This is a game that exerts "fighting wit" to the extreme, and Nantian's heart is full of waves.

"The story is very good." Araki broke the silence. "So, let's start scoring."

"How?" Lake asked.

"The organizers had already prepared it for us — there was a stack of blank paper and more than a dozen pens in the cabinet where the food was kept," Ryoma said. The meaning couldn't be more obvious. ”

Beidou said, "I'll go get it." He stood up and walked towards the cabinet, and after a while he came back with a pen and white paper. He handed out paper and pen to everyone next to each other.

Except for Wei Chicheng, the other 13 people wrote a number on the blank piece of paper. Wei Chicheng swallowed his saliva, looking a little nervous.

Nantian gave Wei Chicheng a score of 9.

After everyone had written, Beidou put away the 13 pieces of paper again and asked, "Who will help me count them together." ”

Nantian and Ryoma said together, "I'll come." The two of them walked towards Beidou together. Under the gaze of everyone, Nantian added the numbers on each piece of paper together.

Because it was a secret ballot, Nantian didn't know who scored which score. But he could feel that everyone was fair, and that the scores were basically above 8, and only one person scored 6 - it seems that the vast majority of people thought it was a good story.

After adding it all, Nantian divided this number by 13 to get the total score for the first story. He announced: "The average score for this story at the end was 8.8 (the second decimal place is rounded) points. ”

Wei Chicheng nodded to Nantian, it seemed that he was quite satisfied with this score.

"The score on the first story was so high, and the people behind us were under pressure." Beidou stuck out his tongue.

At this time, Xu Wen suddenly became a little anxious, and said, "It's my turn tomorrow......" As he spoke, he got up from his chair and looked down with his eyes, as if talking to the floor, "I'm going back to my room to prepare." ”

Xu Wenwu walked up the stairs to his room, and then closed the door tightly. Xiahou Shen said, "Let's go back to the room and rest." ”

The people in the hall dispersed, and Sajia walked with Nantian and whispered, "I think that person named Xu Wen is a little weird, he seems to be more anxious than all of us. In fact, even if his story doesn't get a high score, he doesn't have to worry about it like this. ”

Nantian stopped: "Could it be ...... Why does he have to win this 'game'? ”

Sajia showed a puzzled expression: "Why does he have to win?" ”

Nantian waved his hand and said, "Not necessarily, I just guessed." I'm going to ask him tomorrow for the specific reason. ”

The next morning, everyone gathered in the hall, took food and water from the cupboards, and ate a simple breakfast.

Nantian nibbled on dry bread while staring at Xu Wen, who was sitting across from him.

His anxious appearance was even worse than yesterday, his brows were furrowed all the time, his eyes were dark, his face was haggard, and he looked like he hadn't slept well last night. He took only two bites of the bread in his hand, and it seemed that he could not eat it anymore. The eyes that bulged out in both directions looked blankly somewhere, looking preoccupied.

Nantian saw Xu Wen wrap the unfinished bread in plastic paper and put it aside. He got up from his chair and was about to walk towards his room.

Nan Tian knew that once Xu Wen returned to the room, he would definitely lock the door tightly, and it would not be so easy to let him open it then. He hurried up.

At the corner of the staircase, Nantian walked quickly in front of Xu Wen, smiled and said, "Mr. Xu Wen, I want to talk to you, is it okay?" ”

Xu Wen looked at him vigilantly: "What are you talking about?" ”

Nan Tian pretended to be casual and said, "It's nothing, isn't it time for you to tell a story tonight, I want to ask you if you have conceived it." ”

Unexpectedly, Xu Wen didn't seem to care about this issue at all: "One day allows me to conceive a story, which is enough time." There's nothing to worry about. With that, he was about to walk towards the room.

Nantian hurriedly caught up: "Since this is the case, then please forgive me for being blunt - why have you been anxious and preoccupied since last night?" It's like worrying about something. ”

This sentence seemed to hit Xu Wen's heart, he raised his head, stared into Nantian's eyes, and suddenly snorted coldly.

Nantian was stunned, he didn't know why Xu Wen had this reaction.

Xu Wen looked around nervously, and found that there were only two of them at the corner of the staircase, he grabbed one of Nantian's hands and said, "Why are you asking me this question?" Are you, like me, having a premonition that something is going to happen? ”

Nantian looked at him in astonishment: "...... Have an accident? What's going on? ”

"I don't know exactly what's going to happen." Xu Wen's bloodshot eyes widened at the boss, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. "But that's how I feel...... That madman gathered us here, and mixed with us, and it wasn't as simple as letting us tell stories every day. He's definitely going to do something else to come out, and it's today...... Trust me, my instincts have always been more accurate than others. ”

Nantian stared at Xu Wen and saw the fear contained in those eyes. This made him inexplicably believe that Xu Wen's intuition would not be for nothing. Just as he was about to ask more clearly, Xu Wen suddenly noticed that someone was walking towards the stairs. He shook off Nantian's hand and walked briskly into his room, then slammed the door shut.

Nantian looked at the closed wooden door and stood at the corner of the stairs in a daze.

He didn't notice that in the hall downstairs, there was a person who had been watching them since just now.

At noon, they went to the cupboard in the hall to get something to eat. Nantian noticed that Xu Wen did not come down.

He hadn't eaten much in the morning, wasn't he hungry now? Nantian thought. Or was the fear that had made him lose his appetite?

When Nantian was stunned, the dark fire beside him scolded while biting a ham sausage: "Damn, we are like prisoners now!" ”

"What 'like', it's simply that." Lake smiled wryly, "Still, you should be thankful that we weren't sentenced to life in prison. ”

"After 14 days, will we really be able to get out?" Darkfire said.

With an unknown expression, Lake chewed on the biscuit and said, "We'll know when the time comes." ”

At this time, a cold voice came from the side: "I can get out anyway." ”

Several people were stunned and looked over there at the same time.

The one who spoke was Arakishu.

Lake stopped eating, his mouth open.

Araki walked up to him, put his hand on Lake's nose and said, "Don't think of this as a boring prison, and don't waste every minute. Look closely with your eyes and heart, and you're sure to find something. ”

Lake whispered in amazement, "You mean ...... identity of 'that person'?" ”

"Yes. I don't believe that after so many days, 'that person' will not have any flaws at all. As long as you are human, you are bound to make mistakes, and it is impossible to be perfect, remember that. Araki slapped the back of his hand twice on Lake's chest.

"Why do you ...... Tell me this? ”

"Because by my observation, you're not 'that person.'" Araki snorted and moved closer to Lake's ear again, "And I'm sure 'that man' will show his feet sooner or later, and I won't have to wait 14 days for him to be caught." ”

After saying this, Araki sneered mysteriously and turned to leave.

Darkfire had been by their side, watching them intently, listening carefully to their conversation.

It's the same with Nantian. He was amazed that Araki didn't shy away from the presence of someone next to him when he said this. Could it be that he already has some eyebrows about the identity of "that person"?

With speculation and questions, Nantian walked towards his room. The people in the hall had basically finished their meals and went back to their rooms.

Wei Chicheng lay in his bed and took a nap, and now he was the most relaxed among the 14 people.

There was a soft knock on the door, and he woke up.

Wei Chicheng sat up from the bed and asked, "Who?" ”

The man outside the door did not speak. Wei Chicheng felt strange, walked to the door, opened the door slightly, and saw the person standing at the door.

"It's you, what are you looking for me for?" He asked, puzzled.

"Can I come in and say?" The man said softly.

Wei Chicheng hesitated slightly, and opened the door: "Come in." ”

When the man entered, he turned around and locked the door to the room.

"Why lock the door, don't you just say no?" Wei Chicheng became a little alert.

"What I'm going to say, I guess you don't want anyone to hear it."

"What the hell?" Wei Chicheng frowned.

The man made a gesture to signal Wei Chicheng to come closer, then put his mouth close to his ear and whispered a few words.

"What! You said...... This, how is this possible! After listening to what the man said, Wei Chicheng suddenly breathed rapidly and was shocked.

"I'm telling you anyway, and as for what you think, that's your business." The man said lightly.

"It can't be...... It's impossible to ......" Wei Chicheng shook his head, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He repeated the phrase repeatedly, his face terrified.

"Don't lie to yourself, you're aware of the problem now."

"Okay, I don't want to talk about that now. Please go out, I'm a little tired and want to be alone for a while. Wei Chicheng waved his hand in annoyance.

"Okay." The man walked to the door, opened it with a slight movement, and walked out.

Wei Chicheng stepped forward quickly and closed the door.

He turned around, trying to control his emotions, but he couldn't help but tremble all over.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

Everyone was already seated in their seats, except for one man.

Xiahou Shen looked at his watch: "It's already seven o'clock, why hasn't Wei Chicheng come down yet?" ”

Beidou said, "Why don't I call him?" ”

"Go ahead." Xiahou Shen said.

Beidou walked up to the second floor, came to the door of Yu Chicheng's room, and knocked on the door.

After a while, Beidou came down from upstairs and spread his hands: "Mr. Wei Chi said that he was a little uncomfortable, so he didn't come down." ”

"What, not coming down?" Xiahou Shen frowned, "Does he think that after he finishes telling the story, nothing is his business?" He also has to rate other people's stories. ”

"Forget it, since Mr. Wei Chi is not feeling well, let him rest. Anyway, I'm recording, so I can show him the story after I finish telling it, and then repeat it to him. Ryoma said.

Xiahou Shen snorted, seemingly very dissatisfied with Wei Chicheng's casual attitude.

Ryoma asked, "Mr. Xu Wen, is this okay?" ”

Xu Wen shrugged his shoulders: "I don't care. ”

Araki looked at his watch: "Then let's start talking, it's already 7:10 a.m." ”

Xu Wen nodded, but looked at Ryoma: "Young man, can I make a request to you?" ”

"You say."

"When I speak for a while, I try to slow down as much as possible. That's because I want you to document this story in as much detail as possible. ”

Ryoma promised, "Okay." Do you hope that when I show it to Mr. Wei Chi, he will understand the story more comprehensively and in detail? ”

"No, not for that reason." Xu Wen hesitated for a moment and said, "I think something might happen after I finish telling this story...... Moreover, this thing ...... It has to do with the story I'm telling. ”

"What do you mean?" Chiaki looked at him with a frown, as if she didn't understand much.

“…… Forget it, nothing. Xu Wen said with a solemn expression. He took a deep breath and steadied. "I'd better tell the story first."

He began to speak.

The story of the second night -