At dusk that day, he clutched the check tightly in both hands and did not move for a long time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he only remembered that the check was getting more and more blurry in his eyes.

The next day, he woke up on the grass in the courtyard, and the first thought that came to his mind was that his father must still be alive, but he didn't know where he had gone.

He arrived at the university where Lambert's son, Lambert Jr., was located, but he was nowhere to be found, and according to his classmates and teachers, he seemed to have gone crazy and was put in a mental hospital.

Desmond made his way to the asylum, but all he saw was rusty, tightly closed doors, and the dilapidated building showed no signs of any living people. He remembered that it was dusk when he arrived there that day, and in the dim sunlight, the building was slowly squirming like a living thing, and there were shadows in the doors and windows of the black hole, as if there were many people, and there seemed to be no one.

Over the next twenty years, Desmond searched for many places, and his memories of his father faded into oblivion, until he forgot what he was looking for.

He also forgot his name, Desmond Monroe.

"Hello, I'm here to apply, and I used to be a fitness instructor."

One day, in a distant country, he said to the middle-aged lady in front of him.

The lady nodded and said, "Very well, Mr. Gatterson, we happen to be short of a foreign teacher." My surname is Chen, you can call me Director Chen. ”

The memory came to an abrupt end, and Gatson, or Desmond Monroe, woke up with a sudden start, his heart still beating wildly.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face.

It's good that I finally remember who I am.

Desmond's eyes gleamed with a strange light.

The sun finally rose, but several people were still in terror, looking around in horror.

Chen Lanxiang returned to her tent and found Siddis resting in her sleeping bag.

When Wu Boyuan and Wang Yuzhu saw Luo Yasen, who was safe and sound, they almost turned around and ran.

Seeing Gatson, who was very normal, a hint of strangeness flashed in the eyes of the students and parents.

At breakfast time, everyone gathered in an open space between the tents. Fang Yisheng felt that the number of living people was still fifteen, and secretly exhaled, only then did he understand that everything last night was just an illusion, and no one died at all.

Luo Yasen tried to perceive the state of everyone present again, but found that his perception was still a mess, and he could only feel that there were ghosts among the thirty or so people present, but he couldn't locate them, and the figures in the perception domain were mixed together, and he couldn't distinguish them at all.

Royasen couldn't relax, he had a very helpless feeling. Arguably, this mission was the most treadable experience he had since he had a memory, because before, no matter how difficult the puzzle or how dangerous the encounter, he could not really fear from the bottom of his heart, because he had hole cards. But now, the cards are ruined, and he has become as incapable of self-protection as everyone else, like a naked man standing in the freezing cold, and his life is as fragile as an ant.

He sat by the cloth, but still didn't eat anything. He felt quite weak.

Just then, the phone rang. He reflexively took out his mobile phone, and when he saw the words "Shi Yuan" on the screen, his originally empty eyes re-condensed the light.

He stealthily put his phone back in his pocket like a thief, looked left and right, and turned and walked to the edge of the mountaintop range a little further away from the clearing.

As soon as the phone was connected, Shi Yuan's relieved voice came from the other side.

"Thank goodness you finally answered the phone."

"Have you called me many times?" Luo Yasen asked suspiciously.

"yes, many times."

Royasen looked at the phone screen and there was no indication of a missed call. However, this question is not important now, he did not choose to ask it, but immediately asked: "Did you analyze something?" ”

"I do have some clues, but I have to figure out one thing......" Shi Yuan paused slightly, "Are you really Luo Yasen?" ”

"Of course."

"How do you prove it?"

"When I take the stud off, you should feel the difference." Luo Yasen said, and took off the earrings, "You feel it, right?" ”

"Hmm."

"I'll put it back on now." Royasen put the stud back on his ear.

"Good."

"Say it."

In fact, this verification just now further proves my inference. Still, I hope you can tell me why I haven't answered the phone and haven't responded to my text messages last night? ”

"Last night I didn't have any prompts on my phone, and I didn't receive any calls or texts."

"So last night, your phone was interfered with?"

"Perhaps. It's not the first time this is the first time. ”

"But now your phone works?" Shi Yuan said.

"What do you mean?" Royasen said, keeping an eye behind him.

"I need to confirm this in order to complete the subsequent analysis," Shi Yuan said, "I suspect that the interference of the mission to you is phased, perhaps at night and not during the day, which will make your perception even more confused, so that you cannot determine whether it is a person or a ghost around you." ”

"What exactly does this interference look like?" Luo Yasen already had a rough guess in his head, but he still asked.

"I suspect that at night, your perception of the anomalous aura is the opposite," Shi Yuan emphasized the most crucial speculation word by word, "There is plenty of time for this mission, and you have a lot of time to verify my guess during the day, night, and tomorrow day." However, I don't think the 'kind of power' behind the mission will give you such lenient conditions, let you judge slowly and leisurely, and it is very likely that the further the mission goes, the more dangerous it becomes. Having not yet died among you does not mean that the task is not dangerous, but may be a means to paralyze you. I reckon that someone will be dead tonight at the latest. ”

"I see what you mean," said Royasen, "you mean, at night, I perceive a ghost, most likely a human, and I perceive a human, but a ghost." All I need to do is do the opposite and stay away from living people who look normal. ”

"Almost, but that's just my guess, I'm not there."

"Okay, then I'll judge for myself."

Hanging up the phone, Luo Yasen felt that the thoughts in his mind were much clearer.

It wasn't that he didn't think of anything, but he always felt as if some crucial clue was missing. There is a saying called the authority fan, and he feels that this is the case now, because he himself is under the interference of the task, like a person in the fog. If he and Shi Yuan's positions were reversed, he could also make a similar judgment.