Human dimension reduction

The fire in Wanjia was not extinguished until after dawn, and all the houses and gardens were burned to ruins, and even the bricks of the walls were burned in the most serious fire.

In addition to the loss of property, the head of the Wan family and the head of the house were killed in the sea of ​​flames, the young master of the Wan family was burnt and his legs were burned, and when the servants snatched him out, he was talking nonsense and shouting that he died young. The name, said that the younger brother came back to seek revenge, everyone who heard this said that the young master of the Wan family was probably crazy, and it seemed that the Wan family was about to fall.

Zhou Jianqing, who ate melons all night among the crowd, saw with his own eyes the young man covered in black and ashes on the stretcher being carried out, and heard the "crazy words" in his mouth. What was unreasonable to others was that he had been to the corresponding In the intelligence gathering course, things like whether the other party is rational or not, and whether they are lying can still be seen.

Wan Changming was not crazy, nor was he talking nonsense.

No matter what the truth is, in his opinion, he did see the younger brother who had died and was buried.

So this is really a world with supernatural elements?

Zhou Jianqing suddenly felt a toothache, and rubbed his face hard, thinking to himself, it doesn't matter whether he is a ghost or not, he just needs to collect more information, the most urgent thing is to save more people, and wait for the follow-up large forces to come Well, these things are naturally left to the staff to worry about, even if the Three Views are broken...it is their Three Views that are broken.

But soon he found that he no longer needed to worry about the three views of the staff.

——What he needs to worry about more is himself.

The monsters suddenly rioted.

The people who came to fight the fire stood outside the ruined walls of the Wan family, with different expressions of men, women, children and children, and after Wan Changming was carried out insanely, the expressions of those people were even more strange.

The hairs all over Zhou Jianqing's body stood on end, the soldier's keen sixth sense sounded the alarm to him crazily, a chill rolled up from his stomach, he silently stepped back a few steps, trying to sneak away from this sudden Where he had a bad premonition, people around him began to whisper.

"Dead...dead..."

"It's over...what to do..."

"Get out, get out!"

"Dead... They are all dead, and one is crippled and can't go on..."

All kinds of weird whispers were intertwined, as if they were communicating with each other about something important, the alarm in Zhou Jianqing's mind was already beeping sharply, and his hair was about to explode.

The last time I felt this way was when I went to rescue people in a war-torn zone with my team members. Armed terrorists kidnapped five hostages with guns. The sharp knife squad killed the terrorists and released the unconscious hostages. Such a sharp beep sounded.

And soon, they discovered that the hostage was stepping on enough explosives to make the whole building fly into the sky, and it was detonated by gravity conduction. With a little movement, Zhou Jianqing can get a piece of real estate in the Martyrs Cemetery.

Gotta run, whatever they say, gotta run!

Zhou Jianqing didn't care about other things, he lowered his head and retreated quickly, but he had gone too far just now, and the crowds outside had formed an iron wall, and it was not easy to get out.

"Dead...what to do? Dead..."

"Go out... do it again, do it again..."

"Do it again! Kill them all! Do it again!"

The monsters dressed in human skin are not afraid to show their abnormality, their eyes are shining with a strange cold green light, the lines of their cheeks have become distorted and terrifying, their long tongues greedily came out of their mouths and licked their lips, with a sharp mouthful Teeth clenched together, sticky saliva dripping from between the teeth.

"Kill them all! Do it again!"

The whispers turned into a unified mountain roar and tsunami, the monsters waved their arms joyfully, and grinned ferociously on their inhuman faces: "Kill the outsiders! Do it again!"

Goosebumps all over Zhou Jianqing's body stood up.

hell!In the end is why!Why are they suddenly going to start sweeping away outsiders?No... wait!They know outsiders!

Did they know they were characters in a book? !

Zhou Jianqing's mood at this moment can no longer be described in words. If these monsters knew that they were characters in a book, they would obviously try their best to figure out what the book was about, and then what?

As long as you think about it with your brain, you will know—and then of course find a way to get out of the shackles of the plot and become a real person who can move freely!

So what does their request to "do it all over again" mean now?Do you want to go through the plot again?Why do you want to do this?

The reason why they suddenly rioted was...the Wan family was on fire, Master Wan and Mrs. Wan were killed, Wan Changming suffered hemiplegia, and the Wan family fell.

Among them, Wan Changming is the leading actor in "The Strange Events of the Magic City", and Wan Jia is an important stepping stone for the hero and heroine to climb to the pinnacle of life.

So the reason they rioted was because the plot crashed?

Isn't it good that the plot collapsed?As monsters controlled by the plot, wouldn't the collapse of the plot provide them with the convenience of being free?

— dead... dead...

——It's over...what to do...

- to go out, to go out!

——Dead...all dead, and one is crippled, unable to go on...

Zhou Jianqing was sweating profusely, hiding himself and going out, while replaying the whispers of the monsters just now in his mind.

Dead, it should refer to the master and wife of the Wan family; it is over, it may refer to the changed plot of the Wan family, and it is obviously Wan Changming who is disabled; to go out and not to go on...

Zhou Jianqing's back was drenched with sweat.

He seemed to have vaguely grasped the minds of these monsters.

Monsters bound by the plot need to go through the established plot once before they can "go out" from the bondage, and the only object of "going out" is obviously the real world!

If the storyline is finished in the black hole, will they wear the skins of the innocent people they robbed, invade reality in their current appearance, and gain the freedom they want?

Millions of monsters, if they just go out like this...

Zhou Jianqing's scalp was numb, he couldn't imagine the consequences at all.

And now it is a relief that as long as the plot is not completed, they can't go out, and now the hero is in trouble, the plot is destroyed, and the monsters have to hold back and start the plot again from the beginning.

The problem is, the prerequisite for them to restart the plot seems to be - kill all outsiders.

Isn't this the hell!

Zhou Jianqing can't wait to yell out loud curses. According to the calculation of the proportion of the Third Hospital of Eastern Province last time, apart from those who have turned into monsters in the magic city with a population of more than 500 million, there are probably hundreds of thousands of innocent survivors hiding everywhere. What about the indiscriminate massacre of monsters? !

What should they do? !

But he soon lost the energy to think about others, because the surroundings fell silent for a moment, and the crowd stood upright to block Zhou Jianqing's way out. He took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and faces from all directions were facing him. Showing huge uniform smiles, they said in unison: "Kill all the outsiders and start over!"

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Qiao Zhou sat on Lan Yin's rocking chair, and the record player in the main room began to babble and sing "A Dream in the Garden" again. Lan Yin was packing her toolbox in the main room, and the octagonal palace lantern was quietly placed beside Qiao Zhou. on the small table.

within reach.

Qiao Zhou took a deep breath, ripples appeared on the light green water, and the white porcelain tea cup was warm in his hands, like a piece of warm jade, making his cold palms slightly warm.

The puppet, which had been obediently in his pocket for a day and a night without making a sound, suddenly stretched out a small arm from the side of the pocket and waved it at Qiao Zhou.

Qiao Zhou lowered his eyes and glanced at it casually, unmoved.

The puppet arched upward again, pulled out half of its head, and turned the face with the scarlet smiling face towards Qiao Zhou, with a huge hole in its mouth.

The doll's mouth was not fine enough to make a mouth shape. Qiao Zhou glanced at it, frowned slightly, stretched out a finger to press it into his pocket, and at the same time raised his hand and poured half a cup of tea on himself .

"Hey--"

An annoyed exclamation came from the courtyard, Lan Yin straightened up and looked back, and saw the silver-gray long-haired doctor shaking his clothes lightly with his hands, a lot of which was soaked.

"What's wrong? Is it hot?"

Lan Yin threw down the bamboo stick in his hand, walked over quickly, lowered his head to check, helped him take off his coat and put it on the back of the chair.

"Go to my room and change clothes. It's cold in the spring. Don't get sick."

Lan Yin led him into his bedroom, opened the closet, and found a long gown similar to the one he was wearing: "It's new, it hasn't been worn yet."

When Lan Yin wanted to, she could always make herself look very gentle and polite. Qiao Zhou took the clothes, and Lan Yin walked out of the room like a gentleman and closed the door, and the room returned to silence.

The bedroom is on the side of the main room, with a small area. There is a carefully crafted Eight Immortals cross-altitude step bed, equipped with a wardrobe and a round table, a long table with seasonal flowers in front of the window, and a small shelf for storing sundries. It looks old-fashioned. The elegance and grace of the era can be used as a poster for a movie in the Republic of China.

Qiao Zhou took out the puppet from his pocket, put it on the long table, quickly took off his wet clothes, and signaled to it: "Say something quickly."

The puppet took a deep breath, and said like beans poured out of the bamboo tube: "I didn't want to tell you about this, I wanted you to stumble or suffer a bit, but I think you might die if you don't make it right, so I'll tell you after much deliberation. Come on, don't get angry or take revenge on me!"

Although the puppet's wooden face shows no emotion, the speed of its speech reveals its nervousness and guilt.

Qiao Zhou glanced at it, threw the shirt on the ground, and urged coldly: "You think I don't know that you have something to hide from me? Tell me quickly."

Threats and lures come with their own little thoughts, which is not normal, just like a prop with side effects, it is easy to use when used, but it will also add a little debuff to the player.

The puppet moved its hands and feet nervously, and made a defensive posture: "I wanted to say it when I set the fire just now, but I didn't dare to make a sound because the undertaker was by your side all the time—if Wanjia is gone, then how many people will die?" If two important people are dead, then the aborigines here will find a way to kill all the outsiders and start everything again, I guess there may be a commotion outside now, you run away."

Qiao Zhou's pupils shrank.

Kill all outsiders and start over? !