A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 43 Yesterday's yesterday is today. (Brothers!!!)
"Explode corpse? Cat?"

Zhong Xie tentatively greeted the cat-girl corpse on the ceiling, wanting to see whether this corpse was the corpse dad he knew or the cat-girl corpse that turned into a corpse.

Judging from the figure, the one on the ceiling is obviously not as slender and well-proportioned as the cat, and looks more like a man. However, it is well known that fried food easily becomes crispy, so he may look fat.

"Woohoo!" The cat-eared corpse turned around and exited the ambush.

When it saw Zhong Xie, the corpse's empty eyes enlarged significantly. It dropped from the sky in front of Zhong Xie, looking like it wanted to hug him but was worried about hurting him. In the end, it gave him a hug.

"laugh--"

As the limbs touched the torso, hot oil began to emerge from the corpse, making crackling sounds, as if it was frying itself again.

"It looks like the corpse that eats cats in the basement of the villa, not the corpse that the cat transformed into." Zhong Xie determined the identity of the corpse in front of him. The other party still remembered him and did not make any attack or escape moves.

Compared to the dullness in the basement, the corpse-blasting movements and eyes are now obviously more energetic and self-aware, as if its intelligence has evolved a bit.

Is it because it ate the cat?

Zhong Xie looked at the fried food in the shape of cat ears on the corpse's head and thought of the answer to its evolution.

Could it be that this exploded corpse has entries related to [Devouring Evolution]?
"This corpse has become smarter?" Kuster was particularly surprised.

Before the human army attacked, he had never noticed that there was such a weak strange creature near the basement sewer. The first time he saw it was because of the strange incident in the villa.

The exploding corpse in the basement stage probably doesn't even qualify as a ghost story egg, and it's estimated that it can't even reach white quality.

The reason why the cat girl was killed was purely because this guy was not affected by the departure of the black goat at all, so her level was retained and was not weakened.

In other words, the exploded corpse living in the sewer of Black Goat's house has nothing to do with Miss Black Goat. I don't know whether to say that it is gifted or that it knows nothing.

If it had anything to do with the Black Goat's abilities, the corpse explosion wouldn't have been hovering around level 10 for three or four years. It would be a pure wild monster in the novice area.

Kuster estimated that if the corpse bomb had not happened to attack the confused Maomao, the result would have been different in a head-on battle.

After all, Cat is also a tool used by the Black Goat family to target Rat (it's not a deliberate target, it's just that Rat stands out too much among the rats). Even without the ghost stories surrounding him, he is still much more powerful than ordinary people.

Alas, Rat Da, things and people have changed.

Zhong Xie had no idea what the old turtle, the dead otaku and gigolo, was thinking. He gestured with his hands and asked the corpse: "Do you know where the original resident of this room is?"

After hearing what Zhong Xie said, Zhashi thought blankly for a moment, then crawled on all fours like a cockroach towards the closet, revealing the dried meat strips inside. But then he shook his head, crawled under the bed, picked up a whole corpse and placed it in front of Zhong Xie.

It held its head and tilted it, staring at the corpse on the ground in a daze, not knowing what it was thinking.

Zhong Xie noticed that the corpse was held by the back of the neck, and there seemed to be a break there, probably because the corpse had been bitten off the cervical vertebrae during the fight.

A sneak attack, a fatal blow by biting off the cervical vertebrae, is a very typical way of attack for cats.

After eating cats, the corpse seemed to have acquired some "cat" characteristics in its hunting skills. The reason why the corpse just now was crawling all over the ground like a cockroach was because...

Bombing corpses and eating cockroaches?

The classic image of the cockroach man in a cartoon immediately appeared in Zhong Xie's mind, and he couldn't help feeling surprised.

It would be really amazing if we could follow the evolutionary path of those cockroach people. From the perspective of expressiveness, it would also be a very strong weird story in the bloody genre.

However, judging from the current grade of Corpse Explosion, even if there are entries like [Devouring Evolution], the grade will not be very high, which will limit the upper limit of Corpse Explosion.

"Is this the original resident of this room?" Zhong Xie understood the meaning of the corpse explosion.

However, a hint of doubt appeared in the dark eye sockets of the corpse. It first shook its head and then nodded, and then its body began to expand continuously.

The body that was fried to a charred black color quickly grew larger and fluffy like some kind of puffed food. The body of the corpse split open in the middle, and countless girls' arms as tender and white as lotus roots wrapped around the core of its body and began to rotate slowly, just like countless petals wrapping around the central pistil.

As soon as these arms touched the air, a crisp frying sound was heard, and in the blink of an eye they turned charred black, the same color as the exploded corpses.

Then, dozens of crispy and fragrant arms that had just been fried came out of the "corpse" and were laid out on the ground in front of Zhong Xie.

After doing all this, Zhashi crawled under the bed again and carefully took out a stack of thin A4-sized papers and placed them in front of Zhong Xie.

After completing these actions, the corpse explosion seemed to have accomplished its mission.

It squatted on the ground gracefully, stretched out its front paws and licked continuously, as if it were a real cat girl.

(The cat girl you ordered.)
Zhong Xie frowned slightly. The amount of information revealed by the corpse explosion in just a few seconds was too much. He needed to sort it out from the beginning.

"Female beast? Wait, did it just use an ability similar to that of a female beast?" Kuster was extremely shocked. How could he not understand female beasts?

When he saw the kaleidoscope that exploded the corpse's arm just now, he instantly recognized who did it.

Zhong Xie stretched out his hand to stop Kuster. The intelligence of the corpse was not high enough at the moment. If too many problems occurred at the same time, it might cause its already slow brain to completely freeze.

At least the action just now was enough to prove that the person who exploded the corpse was in a confused state of mind.

"Did you eat the female beast?" Zhong Xie looked directly at the exploded corpse and asked the question that concerned him most at the moment.

Zhashi raised his eyes to look at Zhong Xie, turned his body slightly to avoid looking at Zhong Xie as much as possible, and then nodded heavily.

"It's true." Kuster was surprised. This was a plot development he had never thought of.

Weren't all the corpses that were blown up at that time teleported back to the basement?
How did he manage to sneak to the third floor and take away the female beast's corpse and eat it?
"Ghost story: Can they inherit abilities by simply eating each other?" Zhong Xie looked at Kuster in confusion.

Kuster shook his head solemnly, then looked at the corpse: "But if it is it, it should be like this, otherwise it is impossible for it to master abilities similar to those of the female beast."

Even the female beasts were eaten. The [Devouring Evolution] entry for corpse explosion must have eaten something good.

Even Zhong Xie couldn't help but sigh in his heart that he had good luck in blowing up the corpse. Then he carefully studied the arms of the girl that were found in the body of the corpse and noticed that these arms were essentially similar.

The arms made by the female beasts were all beautiful, but their appearances were different, whereas the arms produced by the exploded corpses were almost exactly the same, with only the left and right being different.

About fifteen left arms and sixteen right arms.

He recalled the action of bombing the corpse just now, pointed at the arm, the strips of meat in the closet and the corpse turned out from under the bed and asked, "Do you mean that these are the original residents of the room?" Bombing the corpse continued to nod.

They are all residents.

Are they previous residents?

It doesn't seem likely, because these arms obviously came from the same person, which means that the corpse bomber killed the original resident of this room at least sixteen or seventeen times.

Considering that all three doors of the room were locked, Exploding Corpse was aware that this place would "refresh" the owner, so he had been guarding the ceiling, ready to kill the owner who appeared in the room at any time, not wanting to be disturbed by the outside world.

To a blasted corpse with a mind as simple as that of a wild beast, this is a paradise with constantly refreshing food and water sources. It is not active by nature and loves to hide on the ceiling and add stones until it is hungry.

Zhong Xie looked at the arms of these girls and couldn't help feeling compassion.

Poor guy, he was left to guard the body after it was blown up.

Finally, Zhong Xie picked up the papers that the corpse had fished out from under the bed. Judging from its reaction, it must have thought that these papers were of extremely high value.

There is almost nothing on these papers.

Except for the clear footprint in the center.

The footprints were large, almost oval, with fixed-shaped cyclical patterns on them, most likely because someone was wearing shoes.

Zhong Xie had seen similar footprints before. They were on the carpet in the corridor on the second floor of the villa. He had studied and recorded these footprints after the deputy captain was sent away.

It is also a strange thing that triggers its own time rules.

The original owner of the room collected a dozen ghost story footprints?

Zhong Xie's mind suddenly became active. Anything that could be carefully collected by the people in the Hexagonal Nest must be a good thing, not to mention that he knew very well how to use this thing.

You can travel through time and space just by putting your feet on it. How can there be such a convenient time machine in the world?

The rule of footprints is probably to go back to yesterday, right?
Zhong Xie's mind moved, and he pressed his feet against the footprints on the paper.

The special forces' distress signal was sent from the hexagonal nest, and then they gathered in Haicheng and rushed to the villa because of the distress signal.

This means that the special forces in the Hexagonal Nest must have used these footprints. They "went back to yesterday" to leave the Hexagonal Nest, so they started again from Haicheng.

In this case, these footprints that can go back to yesterday can indeed allow him to leave the Hexagonal Nest. The little expert Zhong Xie from "Tuesday" probably did this.

It's Monday now. The Sunday me must still be in Haicheng. What would I do if I could go back to yesterday's me?
One possibility is that he can detect something strange from the slightest clue, like the details of using real names in the special forces, and thus make a judgment and refuse to come to Wangcheng.

The actual situation shows that there is indeed a chance, because after he reminded the special forces captain, the captain noticed this, which shows that his cognition was only affected, and his memory was not directly deleted or modified.

Another scenario is that he finds something strange but still happily comes to Wangcheng to investigate, which is very consistent with his character, but there will be no loss in essence.

At most it would be a waste of two days, but in return he could get more detailed information about the ghost stories.

Anyway, it can't be that bad, and this weird story still follows the rules.

Thinking of this, Zhong Xie prepared to leave with the footprint papers in his pocket. The ghost story rules allowed him to carry personal belongings, because that was how he brought the snakeskin bag into the Hexagonal Nest. Even if he went back to yesterday, he would still carry the snakeskin bag and footprint papers.

In this case, even if the relevant memories were deleted, he could still judge that he was involved in a special ghost story. As long as he had this concept, he would have the upper hand.

The footprints matched each other, and Zhong Xie disappeared in the room, but Zha Shi seemed to be accustomed to this happening. It took the strips of meat from the closet and put them in the drawer, then hung its arm up to dry.

The process was skillful, as if it had been done dozens of times.

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Zhong Xie sat on the bed in silence.

In front of me was a wardrobe, to the side was a toilet, and there were three tightly closed doors.

That’s right, this is still the Hexagonal Nest.

After leaving his footprints, he still appeared in the hexagonal nest.

why?
Did I make a wrong judgment?
The overlapping footprints don’t mean going back to yesterday, but it’s as simple as simply entering the hexagonal nest?
How should we interpret the special forces’ distress signal?

Moreover, the people and things that appear here all illustrate one thing: the core rule of ghost stories must be time travel, not space travel.

For a moment, even Zhong Xie was confused. He was somewhat unsure about the authenticity of this information.

Either there is something wrong with the information or there is something wrong with the memory.

There were no props in the snakeskin bag that could handle this situation, and the time on the phone was just a bunch of garbled characters. In the past, his biological clock was extremely accurate, so he basically didn't need to use other things to assist in timing.

But now it's different.

Confusion of time, confusion of cognition, and possibly even confusion of memory.

No, the judgment of the rules is not wrong. I made a mistake.

Zhong Xie inserted his fingers into his hair and gripped it tightly, using the pain to force himself into a state of deep thinking and inspiration.

He raised his head, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

Yes, the rules are right, it’s about going back to yesterday.

It was just "yesterday" that was problematic.

Monday’s yesterday was Tuesday, and yesterday was Monday again.

Yesterday’s yesterday is today. My time is fucking binary!

　There may be another chapter to wait for another hour. It seems that there is a small problem. Sorry, sorry. QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)