It's a terrible feeling, as if something is about to come out, only to be swept into an unreachable abyss by a sudden vortex.

Unlike Qi Xiaonian's vacillation, Qi Yan is quite calm.

He carefully observed the changes in the expression on Qi Xiaonian's face, then nodded and carefully put away the photo again.

Now he can confirm that Qi Xiaonian in front of him is indeed from the world he lives in, but he, like the NPCs in the copy, has some of his memories blocked by the system.

The reason why the system does this may be due to some kind of bug-induced story protection mechanism......

It is now certain that in addition to the Death Row Club, there are other players who have come in through a bug in the system, and that is, through insurance agreements sold by an organization.

But does this fact have anything to do with being killed?

As all kinds of clues surfaced, Qi Ji inexplicably had a premonition that he was sent here by a murderer □□, which seemed to have an inevitable relationship with the system bug.

Qi believes that there is another hidden clue that is easy to overlook, and that is the connection between the players involved in the dungeon and the plot of the dungeon.

He has gone through three dungeons, and the plots of these dungeons seem to have their own set of independent operating logic, and the player's participation seems to be just random.

However, Qi found that the dungeon would attract players with similar backgrounds to come in.

For example, the wife killer in "Rose Fish" has a similar background to Mr. Bates, and Mr. Ye in "Exile No. 1 Middle School", who plans a student suicide game in the real world, which coincides with the identity of the cult staff who tortured and killed students in the copy.

Moreover, these players who overlap with the "antagonist" end up dying in the dungeon......

Especially Teacher Ye in "Exile No. 1 Middle School", after all, drawing a faculty identity card is almost equivalent to death.

Qi Ji thought imaginatively, can this be understood as the system is consciously selecting the violating players to enter the corresponding dungeon, and then clearing them through the dungeon mechanism, which can be understood as the automatic bug cleaning system of the "Rule Book" is operating......

Of course, these are just assumptions of Qi Yan.

The Miryu Castle subway drove off the ground as usual, and at the beginning of night, the damp city spread beneath the tracks.

After the subway arrived at the station, Qi Jiu and Qi Xiaonian exchanged contact information, and after confirming that Qi Xiaonian already had his own union and residence, and was not poor in life, he explained that the other party could contact him at any time if he had anything to do, and went back to his residence.

Qi Zhen is not in a hurry to remind Qi Xiaonian of his brother, instead of forcibly stuffing him with a memory that has been erased, it is better to help him when he is in need, and maintain the most comfortable state and mode of getting along with each other, instead of being kidnapped by some identity.

This is the creed of Qi Yan all along.

The rain never seems to stop in the city, and the city is soaked in rain at night.

The entire Dawn neighborhood seems to have only the convenience store at the intersection lit up.

Walking through the neighborhood, Qi Zhen has the illusion of living in a post-apocalyptic city, covered in rain, barren and wild, and the damp silence swallows up the city.

The white narcissus in the courtyard was in full bloom, like a swaying white mist in the black rain.

The little gray cat napping under the eaves had already noticed the movement, and at this moment, regardless of the annoying wet weather, spread its legs and rushed towards Qi Jiu's arms who were opening the door.

"Meow meow meow~" The little gray cat desperately drilled its soft head into Qi Jiu's palm, Qi Jiu smiled and hugged its whole furry body in his arms, affectionately comforting the little cat who stayed at home.

"Whose kitten's feet are dirty, and they need to wash their feet before they can enter the quilt." Qi Yan smiled and shook his paws with the cat.

"Meow meow meow~" The little gray cat protested with coquettishness.

After the little gray cat fell asleep, Qi Yan took a hot bath for his tired self.

Because this time he activated the "Beginner Blood" identity, this skill is extremely physical and mental drain on the player, although the priest has fed him with blood before, but at the moment Qi Zhen is still hungry and sleepy.

Qi Jiu, who had washed himself, opened the refrigerator, and then he remembered that he was in a hurry to enter the dungeon last time, and there was still most of the whipped cream cake left in the refrigerator before he had time to eat it.

Fortunately, the freshness function of the refrigerator in Rossetti's house seems to be very good, Qi Yan rubbed some cream with his fingers and licked it, the cake tasted rich and fresh, and there was no sign of spoilage.

Wake up tomorrow morning and have a cream cake for breakfast.

Thinking so, Qi Yan closed the door of the refrigerator and turned back to the bedroom.

He rarely buys snacks such as cream cakes, because it is difficult to eat a whole cake at one time, and it is easy to forget that it will go bad in the end if it is left in the refrigerator, which is a waste.

But if you buy a slice cake, you always feel that it is almost meaningless.

So he simply chose not to eat it.

The last time I bought a whole cake on a whim, it was because he was hypnotized by a witch and returned to the night of his eighteenth birthday, when he was carrying a cream cake with "Happy Birthday" written on it, waiting for a traffic light at the intersection.

When he came out of the witch's apartment, he saw the same cream cake on the window of the convenience store.

So I bought the cake very appropriately.

On the night he was killed, a fine snow fell, like the endless rain of the city.

Obviously, it was not long ago, but thinking of the situation in the real world, Qi Zhen had the illusion of being in a different world.

Thinking about this kind of thing is sometimes very much like a virus, and when you get infected, you can get insomnia.

Qi Jiu, who was already very tired, decided to stop thinking, he wrapped himself in a thick quilt, and when he was about to close his eyes, he remembered something, and hurriedly opened his system interface and exchanged the item "Priest's Cross".

"Teacher System, it's not illegal to do this, right?"

Qi Yan pressed the priest's cross under the pillow, drooping his eyelids and joking with the system.

[There will be no violations, please feel free to use it]

"Good night, System Teacher."

Qi Zhen pillowed on the priest's cross and closed his eyes.

The sound of rain outside the window makes such a damp and cold night very conducive to sleeping.

Soon, Qi Yan fell asleep.

But something seems wrong with tonight's dream—

Chapter 100: The Grave Keeper

In the dream, the sound of rain continued, and Qi Ji was in a damp cemetery.

Endless tombstones rise over the wilderness on a rainy night.

There were no oak forests around, no crows hovering low, only the continuous rain falling on the stone monuments, making a drumble of noise.

Qi Yan looked up in the forest of steles, and the visual impact brought by the endless tombstones made him a little at a loss for a while.

The "Rules Illustrated Book" is the world of the dead, and these interlopers called "Death Travelers" are just souls wandering in the Dying City.

- So are these the tombstones of the travelers?

Braving the rain, Qi Yan began to look at the tombstones around him one by one.

These tombstones are close to each other, and only a black-and-white photo and name of the deceased are left behind, and no other identity information can be found.

I don't know if it was deliberately arranged by the dream, but soon, Qi Yan saw the tombstone belonging to Ji Xiaoye and Gu Zhenzhen.

There is also the witch, who Qi Yan recognized as a maverick woman from the photo, and the witch's name is Tassie.

Then Qi Yan saw Qin Rang's tombstone, and after that, it was Qi Xiaonian......

So is this stele forest the core area of the dungeon system? Similar to a system that stores user information?

What is buried under the tombstone? Or is it just a stone tablet with a name written on it, a souvenir standing in the dead silence, when in fact there is nothing under the tablet?

Walking in the damp cemetery, Qi Jiu's heart poured out countless absurd and crazy speculations.

At the same time, he is looking for his own tombstone.

The feeling is subtle, looking for your own grave on a rain-soaked night.

He walked for a long time in the muddy cemetery, and his pinned trousers were covered with mud.

Maybe there are too many tombstones here, Qi Zhen has been looking for it, and he hasn't seen a tombstone with his name written on it for a long time.

It wasn't until his eyes were looking for flowers that he finally saw patches of white daffodils on a high ground.

The scorching white flowers are like countless flickering spots of light, lighting up the muddy and dark night of the cemetery.

Qi Yan quickly recognized that the cluster of daffodils in the cemetery high ground was the same as the species planted in his yard.

He walked towards the heights and found a blood-stained cross among the blooming white daffodils.

It was exactly the same cross that Qi Zhen had received from the priest of the replica and was pressing under his pillow at the moment, the rain had re-wet the dried blood stains on the cross, and the yellow earth around it was soaked in a pale red.

Qi Yan, who came to the high ground, breathed slightly, and the scene in front of him felt familiar to him.

This is probably what people describe as a "sense of déjà vu", and at some point and there is a sudden outpouring of indescribable familiarity, but if you look closely, you will find that this familiarity is completely unfounded.

But Qi Ji was different, he remembered.

Once upon a time, he had dreamed of "here and now."

At that time, he was only seven years old, and he had just been picked up from the welfare home by Qi Dongyao and his wife.

In a painting class, the young teacher asked them to do whatever they wanted and paint a beautiful scene in their dreams.

Qi Yan, who grew up in a welfare home, is not familiar with everything in the outside world, he does not understand the standards for adults to judge whether children behave appropriately, nor does he understand the rules of the world for evaluating children.

Seven-year-old Qi Yan is an honest child, and not long ago, he had a very "good-looking" dream, in which there was continuous rain and scorching white daffodils swaying in the night.

Daffodils grow on the highlands, damp blood-colored crosses slanted into the dirt.

Beneath the high ground were tombstones and wilderness that stretched like rain, and it was extremely quiet, and the young Qi Ji stood in the dripping rain, feeling that he had guarded this vast and quiet land.

The swaying narcissus joins into a white glow in the rain and mist.

Xiao Qi was stunned, at that time he thought that there was nothing purer and more beautiful than here.

But that painting class taught Qi the criteria for judging human beings, and taught him how to rationally restrain his actions and thoughts.

The young teacher was not infected by the "beauty" he thought, not only that, but she also called Xiao Qiji's guardian with a solemn face, and asked the guardian to take Xiao Qizheng to test his mental health status.

"Children who have been adopted from welfare homes are not the same as ordinary children, and they still need to be educated and guided, otherwise what will happen after that...... It's hard to say, it's really not good, don't make trouble for yourself, after all, you have other children. Qi Zhen remembered that the young teacher at that time suggested this.

The adoptive parents did not reprimand him, but took him to a psychological assessment with full patience and according to the teacher's advice.

Xiao Qijiu is very smart, he already has a general understanding of the evaluation criteria of human beings during the assessment, he answered according to the answer that the other party thinks is "correct", and the final result is very good, and the adoptive parents are also relieved.

But his dreams continued, as if a parallel world was running after he fell asleep.

He seemed to be familiar with everything here, but he never really showed up here.

There is what ordinary people think of as "horror".

At this time, Xiao Qi was already very clear that what happened in the dream was not allowed in reality and was an "abnormal" performance.