MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 109

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A small double-storey ancient house, the room is fully equipped, as if there are still people living there, and the red double happiness is stuck on the window on the wall. There was nothing special in the master room. There was half a torn book of poetry on the table, and there was a copper brazier on the ground with a pile of incense ash and a few red beans in it.

Qingchuan was astonished, as if in a dream.

There are other people around him, some of whom are as surprised and frightened as he is, and some who are indifferent.

"It seems that this game is like eliminating obsession, which is my least favorite type."

A tall and glamorous girl said that she greeted the other six people present, "Hello everyone, are there any old players? I'm impatient to explain."

At this time, a rather inconspicuous young man in the crowd, with an ordinary appearance, an ordinary voice, and a very ordinary temperament, stood up and smiled embarrassedly, "Well, I played three times before."

"This is the horror game world, and you can continue to survive by clearing the level. You can get rewards for clearing the level. It is said that you can get a pass to return directly to reality by passing the highest score. There is a certain probability of getting a pass for the rest of the points. Gift package, there are props and clues here.”

"In short, a small game like 'how many levels can you live to'. But when you die, it disappears. Maybe you can return to reality, and it is more likely to die directly."

"In general, there are several types of games, escape, decryption, and obsession elimination. Among them, the most friendly to novice players is obsession elimination, because there is usually no perverted killer. There are no supernatural beings."

"The three are easy to recognize. The escape class generally has a scene that is terrifying at first glance, the decryption class will have a guide NPC, and the obsession elimination class is more routine. Like the current scene, there is no NPC, there are no strange traces, mostly obsessive elimination."

"According to my last experience, there will be a scene replay at the beginning. Then the official start, all clues to the puzzle are in the scene replay. It's not quite the horror game in our concept. In the same way, there is no horrific murder here, only a memory from the past, which represents the obsession of the protagonist."

"After the official game starts, we will become the protagonists and have our own tasks. The reason why it is called a horror game is that if it is discovered, it will die, and if it is discovered without authorization, it will die. ...not only to maintain the character, but also to complete the task, which is to eliminate the obsession of the protagonist."

"So, how do you know who is obsessed with? Any hints?" asked a girl in a Gothic dress.

The quality of the five newcomers is very good, no shouting, and they all kept calm for the first time, which made the two old players have a slightly better attitude.

"No, there is no prompt. This obsession object can be anyone, even just a passing person. The difficulty lies in this, we don't know who this obsession object is, let alone I know what the protagonist's obsession is. But one point, a senior told me that all obsessions are love parting, resentment gathering, not seeking, gain and loss, and difficulty in both... The opening replay will also give a hint, everything , are the evolution of the protagonist's obsession, and the obsession object is another center of the story."

Qingchuan thoughtfully: "It sounds like an emotional task." The aunt of the neighborhood committee is definitely suitable.

"It is indeed an independent mission when it officially starts, but information can be exchanged before. Some people will deliberately hide or even misunderstand if they want to get a high score. However, a premise must be guaranteed, that is, you can clear the level, Therefore, exchanging information is the best. You don’t have to worry too much. The first game of beginners is usually very friendly, careful and calm, and it is not difficult to pass the level.”

"If we don't have acting skills, don't we just give it away?"

"No, the original owner's instinct is there."

As he was speaking, the surrounding air suddenly blurred, like a distorted and faulty flame above the high-temperature burning flame.

"It's starting, pay attention." The cold lady said at the beginning.

In the blink of an eye, it was night.

This family is going to have a wedding, and the girls in the family are going to get married.

They saw the wing room opened and the mistress walked out of the house, but there was no smile on her face, everyone looked inside, only to see a very beautiful girl sitting on the bed without saying a word, Beside her is the red dress she had when she got married.

When she was about to look again, the mother had turned and closed the door, returned to the yard, looked at the yard full of dowry, and sighed softly.

The night in this era is very quiet, so quiet that the sound of knocking on the door in the front yard like a shower can be clearly heard.

It only rang for a few seconds, and a thin middle-aged man hurried out of the darkened room. He opened the door and went out. The door closed again, but there was no knock.

Everyone rushed over and tried to open the door, but the door didn't move.

"We are just spectators. But this knock on the door may be an important clue." The old player said.

At this moment, the door of the girl's wing was also opened, she looked towards the door and wanted to confirm, but her mother came from the other side, "Don't look, it's not him. It's here, why wait until now?"

The girl lost her soul for a while, and she didn't even care about the etiquette to say hello to her parents, so she hid her face and retreated.

The girl was about to close the door when her mother said again: "There are no parents or brothers in his family, only the mother-in-law who is often in bed, my son, why do you not think about it, and keep delaying for him? If he is interested, he will come to the door. Please, we are not forbidding it, but he has no intention, so let it go."

The girl closed the door and did not speak, and her mother sighed again from outside.

The middle-aged man came back and talked to the woman in the yard for a while, and then the two went back to the room.

The rest of the night was fine.

Powder and rouge.

It's just that everyone in the room is laughing, only she is not laughing.

what…"

The dowry left first, the girl sat on the sedan chair, and staggered to go forward. The curtain on the side of the sedan chair suddenly opened a little, and the girl lifted her hijab and took one last look, but her eyes circled around the door, in the crowd, around somewhere nearby.

Nothing.

She quietly lowered the curtains again.

The story ends abruptly here, only the rhyme remains.

The surrounding air twists again.

"The object of obsession may be the person next door on the left!" Qing Chuan only had time to say this, and the scene changed.

Qingchuan found himself sitting in an antique room, sitting on a canopy bed with peeling paint, with a stack of red wedding dresses beside him. Looking up again, I saw the woman shook her head helplessly and gently closed the door.

Have it officially started?

He stood up and turned the room around.

The house is very clean. Although she is a girl from the market, she should still love it at home. There is even a desk and a few books in the house, as well as pen, ink, paper and inkstone. . Maybe even some poetry.

Reading and buying books are a luxury these days.

He searched carefully and found half of the poems that he had seen before, but he didn't know what the half torn up was, and what was left were mostly pastoral poems, most of which belonged to Wang Wei .

There is a hole in the middle of this red bean. It used to be passed through by a rope. Maybe it used to be a bracelet or a necklace, but now this is the only one left.

This scene is the evolution of the protagonist's obsession, and the clues left are at least not meaningless. At that time, a poem by Wang Wei appeared in Qingchuan's mind: Acacia.

Red beans are grown in the southern country, and a few branches will come in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most Acacia.

Contacting the plot I saw before, it is very intuitive to correspond to the drama of many lovers. But the male protagonist has never appeared, and it is like a woman's unrequited love, so obsessed... What is it?

How should he eliminate this obsession?

Elopement, not recommended.

It hurts women too much, once you start there is no turning back. If nothing else, you, like Yuan Zhen, have experienced the 'Yingying Biography', and you can become a concubine even if you run away from a high-ranking official's children, even without a name.

Love is meaningless if it doesn't make you happy.

This kind of elopement can only rely on and rely on the conscience of a man. Does a man who will abduct others to elope have a conscience?

And it is not very friendly to parents, just looking at the situation of the whole room, not the kind of parents who are not good to their children. After more than ten years of education, without any reward, he turned himself into a pot of sewage, which is very unfilial.

You can be free and unrestrained in love, but not in a long-term marriage.

Marriage requires love and responsibility.

If Wei Ge were not a tasker, Qingchuan would not even think about it, it is so realistic, so he is really not suitable for dating, but it is very suitable for marriage.

Then the protagonist of this scene, is her obsession really not being able to be with the person she loves? or something else?

If he just regrets not being with his sweetheart, what should he do?

If not, what should he do?

This place is a spiritual world, and there are no physical objects that can convey emotions to him, which is a bit unaccustomed.

I couldn't find a clue, Qingchuan couldn't help but put himself into it. If it was himself, he waited for so long but couldn't wait. More, it should be a kind of unwillingness to pay without return and resentment of being wronged.

He saw the person in the mirror, he was so charming, it was the best age for flowers to bloom.

Huh?

Qingchuan suddenly had an idea.

At this moment, there seemed to be a knock on the door outside, she walked over to open the door, two seconds had passed, only to see the door closed again, the mistress of the house came out of the room , Seeing Qingchuan, he sighed bitterly, "It wasn't him, if he had the heart, he would have come a long time ago."

Qing Chuan also turned pale as if the upper body of the drama was unacceptable, and smiled bitterly, "You are right, it's right next door, you have the heart, you have come a long time ago."

He was testing, testing whether the man was the person next door.

Because in the scene, what the woman looked at after getting into the sedan chair was the door of a house next to her house, and then the crowd. If she didn't see what she wanted to see, she was so disappointed.

In addition, she suddenly said in the yard, 'The yard is so quiet today', Qingchuan suspected that she had heard the man's voice at home before, and after thinking about it, it was separated by a wall next door?

Sure enough, the mistress of the house didn't find it strange, "It's good if you understand. My mother is someone who has come here and knows the thoughts of my daughter's family. But son, if he has some responsibility, how can my mother not want my son? Happy? You are already eighteen, and if you wait any longer, you will miss the flowering period."

The door was lightly closed again, Qingchuan sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the figure in the dim brass mirror under the candlelight, what a beautiful person, what a beautiful time, just can't wait for the one who wants the other person to appreciate people.

He looked in the mirror for a long time, and suddenly smiled, a smile that seemed to be sad and happy.

"Spring tour, apricot blossoms are blowing all over my head." Qingchuan stood up while chanting in a low voice, walked to the bed, and looked at the red wedding dress, which may have been stitched by the woman herself. , which represents a girl's desire for love and beloved, and her desire for happiness, "Whose boy is on Mo, who is so romantic?"

It was that one glance, and since then I have been infatuated with it.

Together, they looked sideways at the graceful figure in the mirror, "The concubine plans to marry her and leave her for the rest of her life. Even if she is ruthlessly abandoned, she cannot be ashamed."

This is a good time, such a beautiful person, why should I live up to it?

Candlelight was imprinted into the bronze mirror, only to see the woman sitting in front of the dressing table, smiling extremely beautifully, tears rolling down her face, even the tears were beautiful.

He picked up the comb, styled a new bun, put on a hairpin, and brushed his eyebrows and lips in front of the mirror, carefully and slowly, as if he were going on a date of a lifetime .

The dim mirror is like the moonlight at midnight, reflecting the face of Chang'e in the moon.

"Sink, host?" The system asked tremblingly.

Qing Chuan ignored it, he stood up, put the candle in the lantern, and slowly walked out of the door with the lantern that was not bright.

The hem of the pomegranate skirt swayed gently like a breeze blowing over a lotus leaf, revealing a little embroidered shoes.

There is no one in the yard, there is no wind, no rain, and there is no sound of insects and frogs. In the yard, the dowry box pasted with red paper is as cold as mosquito blood in the moonlight.

He came out of the back door, it was a quiet alley, only Mingyue took pity on this corner.

He knocked on the next door.

Click.

Twice.

Three times.

On the third click, the door opened. The person who opened the door was a handsome young man, wearing a half-new plain-colored robe, which was blue and bloodshot at the moment. When he saw Qingchuan, he was stunned and then took a step back, looking at his face and body uncontrollably.

“Am I beautiful?”

The young man's eyes seemed to be burned by the flames, and he immediately avoided it.

Beautiful, how can it not be beautiful?

The most beautiful thing is that I met the best you and the most sincere heart at this age.

"I'm so beautiful, but you can't see it." Qing Chuan smiled lowly, "You really have no eyes."

The young man seemed to have suffered an unimaginable damage to his heart, and he stepped back again.

"It's me... I messed up the beauty and lost my time..."

Qingchuan stretched out his hand, a red bean tied with a red rope in the palm of his hand, "Do you remember?"

"Remember."

Qingchuan flipped his palm and the red beans fell to the ground. He glanced at the gray-faced young man and forced a smile on his face, "I thought you didn't know what I meant, but you know. You know, but you don't dare to come because you can't afford it."

"Looking at you now, it turns out that you are just like this..."

After that, I turned around and walked away without a trace of nostalgia.

"Light the candles at the bottom of the well, let the coroner walk for a long time and don't go. . . .

Qing Chuan raised his head, facing the woman in red just like him now. The woman didn't look at him, but looked behind him.

Qingchuan also turned to look, only to see the young man half-squatting on the ground, picking up the red bean rope in his hand, and looking up here, not at him, but at the woman behind him, He read, "Long Long Dice An Hongdou, I'm deeply in love with you."

The dark alley quickly retreated, the woman in red was still the same, but the young man was already a monk, holding the rope in his hand with a red bean on the rope.

"In my best years, you made me wait and wait for a long time. You refused to come, and you refused to say goodbye for an indefinite period of time. Ash. Now that I'm gone, who are you showing your affection to?"

The young monk said to Hongdou, "I regretted seeing your sorrow."

"There is someone in his heart, and there is someone in me. It's just that the appearance is inseparable. I can't figure it out, I can't guess it, every day is like drinking dove wine, poisoning the five internal organs. It turns out that I can't forget it all these years, not You didn't come to take me away that day. What I can't let go of is that I didn't see through your cowardice."

The woman in red laughed softly for a while, "What can't make me happy, but it's just because my heart is weak, you dare not. But I only deceived myself because I heard that you became a monk. No. Coming is cowardly, and being a monk is also cowardly. I can't live by my own heart, and you can't live by your own nature. ... Today, it's time to wake up."

She flew away with her red sleeves, and the young monk and the red bean rope turned into fly ash and disappeared with the wind.

The environment changes for a while, the night is reversed, and it is day again.

Qingchuan changed to his original appearance. He was the same as when he participated in the live broadcast - his long black hair was loose, his white shirt was matched with a bean paste pink dress and small white shoes, he looked like a Brilliant and refined girl.

Beautiful.

The woman in red looked at him carefully, she could see Qingchuan's true gender at a glance.

She just doesn't understand, Qingchuan is obviously a boy, why is she wearing a pink skirt? It's still the attitude of a daughter's house. Could it be some fashion in their place? "I like you very much, do you want to stay?"

"But I have things to do and people to find."

"The woman you like is as beautiful and powerful as me?"

"It's not about being beautiful and powerful, and I like men."

The woman in red snorted softly and skipped the first half of his sentence, "What's so good about a man? A hypocritical, weak and incompetent person, when you need it, never there, you don't need it , and appear from time to time, as if deeply in love, but it is impossible to face it."

Qingchuan smiled and shook his head: "I'm not the same as senior. He doesn't need to be strong or brave, he just needs to stay there obediently, waiting for me to travel through thousands of mountains and rivers, and save him. Perseverance, just because you were weak back then couldn't help yourself, but you are so powerful now, so many beauties in the world are fresh every day for a few years, why are you stuck in the past and embarrassing yourself?"

"I ask you, what if he loses you?"

"One is broken and two are scattered, and everyone is happy. It's not good."

The woman in red immediately looked up to the sky and smiled, "Junior, I'm not as good as you. If I have your character, why should I be afraid of a man's feelings?"

She took off a bunch of red bean bracelets on her wrist, took out another bunch from her sleeve, and handed them all to Qingchuan, "Take this as a parting gift. If you have a sweetheart, wear one on him On your wrist, even across thousands of mountains and rivers, you can feel each other's pulse beating."

The woman in red disappeared after speaking. Qing Chuan put away her things and found a place to sit.

He should have cleared the customs, why hasn't he left? Does this mission have to wait until everyone is over, regardless of failure or success, before they can leave together?

The air was twisted again, and the cold old player appeared at the beginning. When she saw Qingchuan, she was more surprised than Qingchuan, and raised her eyebrows, "So fast to clear the customs?"

"Ok."

Both of them smirked, and neither was willing to say more details.

People came one after another for a while, and suddenly a voice appeared: the game is over, the score will be settled, and the rewards will be distributed.

There were seven at the beginning, five at the end, and two failed for some unknown reason.

Is the death rate of such a legendary mission that is not difficult at all so high?

The former friendly old players are also survivors, and they are still popularizing with newcomers, "There is a stop time after each game, only 24 hours, for sleep and rest, you must It's not a good idea to jump into the next game with a good grasp."

At this time, five packages fell from the sky, and each selected one person to put into his arms. Qing Chuan thought he didn't have it, but he didn't expect to turn his head and a golden sparkle flew into his arms, opened it automatically, and turned into a red book, like a marriage certificate.

Everyone's eyes drifted over, and Qingchuan also found that they were all wrapped in white.

"The highest reward?" The old player, who was originally a stern face, looked at Qing Chuan, like a wolf disguised as a house dog showing his fangs.

Qingchuan put away the book immediately.

There was a whirlpool gate in front of everyone. The old player was anxious, thinking that Qingchuan would leave soon, but he didn't expect him, he laughed, and there was no more the kind of good man at the beginning. look.

He rushed over like a starving wolf, "Little girl, hand over your things, and I can let you go."

He didn't finish his words, Qing Chuan pressed his arm, stretched his foot and kicked the socket of his knee, and he pressed the other's head left and right with both hands and twisted it.

It's such an understatement, the old player's head turned 180 degrees, and his face appeared behind his back. Qing Chuan let go of his hand and watched him fall, turning into a bubble.

The other new player screamed in fright, but the cold woman just raised her eyebrows.

Qingchuan has returned to her previous soft goddess appearance, even standing there, she is as delicate as a wicker in the breeze. Godzilla pretended to be a little white rabbit again, but they were no longer deceived by appearances.

The old player disappeared, and there were a few things that looked like props left on the ground.

"That sister, do you want it?" Qing Chuan tilted his head and smiled at the old player with a cute smile.

"No." The old female player who was in a cold sweat left directly, and would rather not take this rest time: hemp, there is a big pervert hidden in the newcomer.

So Qing Chuan looked at the other two novice players, startling them both.

"I don't have..."

"No, no..."

The frightened expressions of the two were too obvious, Qingchuan gave up the plan to continue teasing them, "I was asking if you want these things? It looks like some props."

"Eh? Don't you?"

"It's more useful to you." After that, Qingchuan raised his foot and stepped into the door, then turned to face the two of them, clenched his fists and pursed his lips and made a cute girl's cheering gesture, "I look forward to seeing you next time. , come on!"

The sweetness of the tail is one hundred percent, but it scared the two quails into a shiver.

Don't dare.

Farewell.