Be a good guy in the infinite game

Back in the room, Song Huanyu started to search in the room without saying a word.

The light during the day is good, and you can see things better than at night, but the furnishings in the room look a little older under the natural light.

"What are you looking for?" Yin Chu stood behind him, tilting his head and asked.

"See if there is anything other than the jewelry box." I searched it at night, and I searched again during the day, and I might find something different.

But after a lot of hard work, he found nothing except the delicate jewelry box.

Holding the jewelry box, Song Huanyu had a pensive expression on his face.

Apart from the necessary bed linen and quilt cover and this jewelry box, there is nothing else worth noting in the room.Moreover, although the jewelry box was hidden, if you think about it carefully, it is not hidden, so it looks like it was left for them on purpose.

Thinking of this, Song Huanyu walked to the window.

As soon as he started searching the house, Yin Chu stood by the window and looked out, without saying a word, and his back was a little silent.

"What are you looking at?" Song Huanyu followed the trend and walked over.

Outside the window was a lifeless building. Song Huanyu's vision was clearer than at night. He could see the details of the ruined buildings covered in layers of gray, which reminded Song Huanyu of when the barrier broke. , Menkan Village where time has been frozen.

"Eh?"

When he glanced down, he let out a cry of surprise—outside their window, it turned out to be a barren courtyard.

The night was too dark last night, and everything outside the window merged with the gray and ruined villas in the distance. He didn't even realize that there was a yard under the window.

At the end of the courtyard grew a strange white dead tree.

There are no leaves on the tree, and the dumb branches are covered with large or small tree knots. The branches are messy, crooked and strangely shaped.

Rather than saying that this is a tree, it is better to say that it is a work of art made of strange materials.

The courtyard is withered, and there are some weeds growing around it. Only this strange white dead tree stands at the end, rain or shine, as if it has stood here since the beginning of the universe.

The dead tree gave Song Huanyu a bad feeling.

When he looked down from the canopy of the tree and saw the ferocious branches like horned dragons, an idea came to his mind unconsciously—the branches of this tree were like human bones.

An idea emerges, and a train of ideas emerges with it.

So far, Song Huanyu has already explored two rooms in the villa. With Xiaopei and the others, most of the villa has probably been searched, but no one has found the owner of the villa—no living person, There are no corpses, and even the breath of ghosts has not been smelled for the time being. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Only Yin Chu mentioned that it smelled like a curse.

So, where is the owner of this villa?

Will their bones grow on this dead tree in the courtyard?

Thinking of this, Song Huanyu's back felt a chill, he immediately turned around, opened the door, and walked downstairs.

"Are you going down?" Yin Chu asked behind him.

"I'll go to the courtyard below to have a look, Yin Chu, you..." He originally wanted to ask Yin Chu if he wanted to be with him, but he saw the black-haired boy floating in place, and his whole body became ethereal and unreal. Passing by the wall, he said faintly: "I'll go to other places to see, you don't need to worry about me."

"...Okay." @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

As soon as the words fell, the black-haired boy had disappeared from the solid wall in front of him.

Looking at the boy passing through the wall, out of season, Song Huanyu thought of a physics experiment he had heard when he was a child.

——The common sense of human beings tells them that if they hit a wall, it is impossible for human beings to pass through; but that physics experiment said that this is a possibility, even if the probability is very small, only one in a few hundred million , One in a billion, but if a person hits the wall hundreds of millions of times in a row, he may pass through the wall safely.

When Song Huanyu heard about this experiment for the first time, he thought it was a joke. Those physicists were just working on nothing to study this mentally handicapped topic.

But in fact, before "Endless Nightmare" appeared in the eyes of everyone, this kind of horrifying weirdness had already happened among the crowd.

It's just that all human beings don't believe what they have seen, heard, or even verified by many people.

——Others were like this, and so was he at that time.

Such thoughts flashed through Song Huanyu's mind, a trace of ridicule and confusion flashed across his face for a long time, and then his face quickly collapsed.

Opening the door, he walked out of the room, leaving behind the wall that triggered his memory.

After a long detour, when he came to the courtyard, Song Huanyu realized that the courtyard was empty, and it was much bigger than when he was in the courtyard.

The boundary of the courtyard extended to the gray and ruined villas outside. Song Huanyu took two steps there curiously, only feeling a strange sense of oppression that made his breathing heavier.

He tried a few times, gave up, and retreated to the middle of the courtyard.

This huge courtyard was in disarray. When he came to the white dead tree, he found that the dead tree, like the courtyard, was much taller than he expected.

Looking from a distance from the second floor, I thought it was a dead tree with a height of two or three people, but when I was under it, I realized that I was covered by messy branches, and a kind of chilly coolness came out from the branches. Full of pressure.

Looking at this tall dead tree, Song Huanyu thought, if this tree is really made of human bones, then the bones of the family in the villa might not be enough.

This dead tree is much bigger than expected, and the closer it is, the more you can feel its loftiness.

There was no one in the barren courtyard. Song Huanyu walked around the dead wood and found that the surrounding soil had been artificially turned.

The fresh earthy smell mixed with the withered smell of dead branches and trunks formed a peculiar smell. Song Huanyu frowned after smelling it twice.

Smelly.

Burying the dead under the cherry blossom tree is a widely circulated saying in the real world. The player who came before him hastily turned up the soil around the dead tree and filled it back. It seems that he is trying to find the corpse.

Thinking of this, Song Huanyu began to think.

During the day, this tree stands in the courtyard, which is really weird.

As long as players who entered the dungeon saw this dead tree that would arouse countless associations, they would definitely come to check it out, which is not surprising.

Strangely, the player who came to the courtyard before him was also rummaging through the corpse.

Obviously they only mentioned this matter in Luo Shan's room not long ago.

Is it a little bit of a coincidence?

Moreover, the player who was looking for the corpse didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and he left early on purpose - the soil under the tree was newly opened, and when it was covered, it was also in a hurry, obviously walking in a hurry.

He frowned and thought for a while, and didn't get too entangled. Instead, he started to circle around this strange white dead tree to see if he could find some useful clues. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

First he looked at the thick branch, and then looked up at the bare branch. Among the cluttered branches, Song Huanyu squinted his eyes, and felt that a branch on the dead wood was a little strange.

He set up a canopy with his hands and observed carefully. The more he looked, the more he felt that the protruding part didn't look like a branch...instead, it looked more like a white knife handle.

hilt?

Thinking of this, Song Huanyu grabbed a thick branch with one hand, stepped on the branch with his feet, and jumped a few meters high with ease.

He easily skipped over the high branches, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the strange-looking "branch", and then jumped off with his strength, pulling the strange "branch" down.

Crash, there was a sharp metal friction sound in the air.

The sharp blade appeared in the world, reflecting the cold light, brewing a faint coolness.

Under the branch that Song Huanyu was holding casually, there was actually a half-meter-long blade attached to it—it really wasn't a dead branch, but a samurai sword!

Song Huanyu observed the extremely sharp weapon in his hand, but the first thing he noticed was not the white handle of the knife, nor the lingering cold blade, but the handle, A plain silver chain hanging lightly.

This silver chain is highly worn, and the delicate patterns engraved on it have become a mess, but it is inlaid with a bright pink diamond. The color of the pink diamond is not light, the cutting process is mature, and it is still bright and dazzling, making The silver chain instantly became luxurious.

Song Huanyu glanced at it, and then looked at it again. He always felt that the silver chain hanging on the handle of the knife looked like a bracelet.

Silently holding the knife in his hand, Song Huanyu thought of the samurai knife scabbard hanging in the living room before.

The scabbard was placed in the center of the living room by the owner of the villa, and the bracket was specially placed, but only an empty scabbard was placed on it.

The scabbard was put together with the gorgeous crystal chandelier in the living room, the thick wool carpet, and the ancient bronzes. At first, Song Huanyu—not just Song Huanyu, but all the players felt that the scabbard and those exaggerated arrangements Same, just a decoration.

Unexpectedly, there was actually a knife that matched the scabbard.

Song Huanyu frowned, holding the samurai sword drawn from the branch, he walked towards the hall.

This barren courtyard is neither far nor close to the hall, but the road is very winding. When Song Huanyu just came down from the second floor, he searched for a short time before finding the road leading to this courtyard.

Song Huanyu clearly remembered that when he came down from the second floor, he took a look in the direction of the hall. The hall remained the same as yesterday, except that the tables, chairs, and benches became a little messy, but the brackets were still neat, and the empty scabbard was still in place. The ground was placed on a trestle in the hall.

However, when he came to the hall holding the samurai sword that he discovered by accident, two minutes had passed. When he entered the hall through the side door, Song Huanyu keenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps.

The rustling sound of footsteps quickly disappeared into the corridor on the second floor, like the sound of a mouse fleeing in a panic, and a bad premonition surged in Song Huanyu's heart.

He immediately quickened his pace, came to the living room, and looked in the direction of the bracket of the warrior's scabbard at first glance.However, after this sweep, as expected, the samurai sword scabbard that was placed on the bracket not long ago turned out to be empty.

In just 2 minutes, the scabbard of this empty samurai sword was taken away one step ahead of time!