dramatic death

Yin Tong stood in front of the door and hesitated for a while, opened the bathroom door, and walked into the sunny bedroom.

The morning breeze caressed the floor through the soft curtains, wrapping the morning sun and falling on the small black backpack in the center of the room.Yin Tong stared at the open zipper on the backpack for a moment, hesitated for a while between "walking over" and "walking over later", and chose the latter.

Obviously, the backpack was one of the clues that must be investigated; more obviously, it had been ransacked last night.

The most important clue has probably been taken away by the little girl, and whether to check it first will not affect the current status quo.Yintong stood in front of the bathroom door and looked around. The decoration of the room is mainly in light colors. Even if the curtains are drawn, one can feel the owner's yearning for life.

The bedroom was much clearer than what he saw last night. There were soft cushions on both sides of the bay window facing the bathroom, a soft single bed to the left, and rows of wardrobes and shelves to the right.

Beyond the single bed, there is a floor-to-ceiling window leading to the balcony on the right side of the room.The sun shines through the curtains to outline the bright panes, and the hot sun outside the window can be vaguely glimpsed.

Yin Tong raised his foot and was about to walk to the balcony, but when he turned his head, he saw the photo frame on the wall.

It was a weird wall of photos.

The brown-red photo frame is obviously expensive, but for some reason, someone took away the internal photos, leaving only the wooden shell hanging alone on the wall.Yin Tong retreated to the bed and inspected the strange wall. It was obvious that the owner of the house initially wanted to use these photo frames to form a pattern, but for some reason, he gave up.

Not only did he give up on completing the pattern, but he also took away the photo that should have been in the frame.He must have been very sad to leave, because the frames were assembled as if they had never been taken apart.

Yin Tong stepped forward, raising his hand to caress the corners of the photo frame.Then, in a strange way, he turned those photo frames over.

Something was written with a black marker on the back of the brown-red wooden frame, and a few familiar words could be vaguely discerned.

"...On the anniversary, give it to my wife."

Yin Tong rubbed the string of fuzzy writing with his fingertips, he put the back of the photo frame in his hand on the ground, and then took off all the photo frames one by one.The brown-red wooden frame was placed on the ground in the shape that was originally hung on the wall. Yin Tong lowered his head and found the same ink marks on the back of each photo frame.

"Give it to your wife on the anniversary." / "Give it to your wife on your birthday." / "Give it to your wife on Valentine's Day."

It wasn't until he saw the last photo frame that he finally found a different handwriting from before.

It was a line of slender characters, with the unique softness and grace of a woman, and the gentleness of the writer.

It said: "In memory of my little one, the first day he came to me."

It said, "Mommy loves you."

Yin Tong licked his lower lip and hung the photo frame back on the wall.

His gaze passed over this slightly familiar bedroom, past the soft pillows on the bay window, and stopped on the warm yellow curtains in front of the French windows.

He took a few steps forward, and lifted the curtains in front of him. The thin fabric flew out in a graceful arc, revealing the balcony covered with flowers and plants outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Yintong pushed open the door and stood in the warm morning sun.

He suddenly understood where his inexplicable sense of familiarity came from, suddenly understood why there were always preconceived notions occupying his mind, suddenly understood why he remembered those picture frames.

Because this is his home.

This is where he lived for eight years.

……

The balcony outside the bedroom is not big, an adult can stand on it and walk back and forth within ten steps.

Yin Tong stood at one end of the balcony, looking at the room on the other side.

This is a two-story villa. The bedroom where he is standing is located at the top of the whole house. Counting down, there are two similar bedrooms.The size of the room is not big, presumably the size of the whole villa is not too big, Yin Tong looked around the flowers and plants on the balcony, but found no mysterious key, nor found any blood-stained note, so he could only feel sad. Head back to the bedroom and explore the rest of the places that might hold clues.

He thought that if the orientation of novice teaching is in the "player's home", then Hakoniwa Online is indeed not a game with the purpose of "torturing players".After all, according to the player's own familiarity with the environment, the known "game map" has already lowered the difficulty of customs clearance by one level. Coupled with the white card that occasionally releases prompt information, "novice teaching" does meet the requirements of "teaching". " meaning.

Yin Tong turned out the small card in his pocket, and glanced at the two "tips" that had not been changed.

It's just that the bad thing is that this card will only give reminders after the accident, and the help is very delayed.

The bedroom connected to the balcony still maintains the appearance he looked around just now, except for the photo wall with only photo frames left, only the backpack in the center of the room is full of traces of "contains clues".

Yintong couldn't think of anything more, he even forgot whether the bag was his own.Now he can only be sure that he has lived in this house for eight years, and he has no idea who he lives with.

If you think about it from this angle, those photos that were taken away seemed to be deliberately hiding his memory.

Yintong forced himself to look away from the photo frame and began to rummage through the things in the room one by one.

There was a small pocket knife stuffed under the pillow, and a palm-sized flashlight was placed in the bedside table. The closet was completely empty, as if it had been ransacked by some burglar.

On the shelf next to the closet are several books of fairy tales with folded corners, all of which are stories about princes defeating dragons and saving princesses.Yin Tong also found a dusty pencil in the gap under the shelf. This was the first time he saw this old-fashioned writing instrument.

Based on the current prices, this pencil can even cover his entire month's food expenses.

There are no reminder tools such as letters, diaries, and notes in this bedroom. The operation of explaining the background of the story through text messages in traditional horror games seems to be disgusted by the game producers.According to common sense, there is nothing wrong with this operation. After all, according to Yin Tong's guess, the "novice teaching" that all players enter for the first time will be their own home. Yin Tong himself.

Yintong moved his gaze back to the black backpack in the center of the room.

The only one who knows nothing about the status quo is himself, so relatively speaking, the only one who knows the status quo is himself.

……

There are not many things in the backpack.

Yintong sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the things in the bag and put them on the floor one by one.He found a replacement coat that looked like some kind of school uniform; a pen for writing, which he slipped in his pocket; and a thin light screen.

Yintong knows this.

At the beginning of the new era, the Academy of Sciences developed a terminal that could be implanted into the human body. Although it tried its best to reduce the impact of the device on the human body, rejection was still inevitable.

In order to maintain daily communication and health needs, some people still choose to use replaceable light screens for daily communication and entertainment. This kind of light screen cannot be composed of data particles emitted by the terminal, nor can it float in mid-air and move with people. But it greatly reduces the rejection reaction of some allergic people.

Before Yintong entered Hakoniwa Online, there were very few people who rejected the built-in terminal.

He didn't expect that he used to be one of them.

The light screen needs to be turned on in a special way set by the original owner. When Yin Tong went from fingerprint test to palm print, from pupil membrane test to facial recognition, he almost gave up fighting with his own brain.

The ghost knows how strange his brain circuit will be before amnesia, maybe he has to dance Latin every time before turning on the light screen, and the recognition will fail if the hip is not twisted high.

Yin Tong rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground, looking up at the pale ceiling, he suddenly found that there was no mirror or clock in this bedroom, which meant that it was impossible for him to make any archives here.

So if he searched for all the clues in the house, should he bring these strange things and push open the door leading to the outside?

If he doesn't find anything that can be called a mirror outside, then when he encounters danger and reloads the file, will he return to last night again?

Yin Tong was silent for a long while, then moved his gaze back to the light screen in his hand.

He thought that no matter what kind of horror game it is, as long as the player enters the main story line, even if he misses the plot prompt, there must be conditions for clearing the level.In the same way, even if he didn't know anything about his past, and he didn't even remember his name, there must be a reminder to unlock the light screen in this room now.

Yin Tong stood up and looked around the whole room.

His gaze flicked over the balcony full of flowers and plants, around the single bed with the overturned quilt, over the pillow that he tore open on the bay window, and stayed on the shelf full of fairy tale books.

He thought that the reason why decryption horror games are interesting is that all its clues are hidden in the current environment. If this room is really the place where he lived for eight years, then for the "before him" However, for him who "has memory", there is only one thing in this room that is most memorable.

The things that sit on the shelf but don't get pulled away like photos.

Yin Tong looked up at the fairy tale book on the shelf.He thought that if those corner stories were really his bedtime reading, if all the princes would defeat the dragon to save the princess, then when he was young, he would probably only have one word that he would never forget.

Looking at the light screen in his hand, he suddenly remembered the book that accompanied him throughout his childhood.It wasn't on that shelf, it wasn't piled up with other fairy tales, because it was taken away by Yintong.

He took it away and gave it to a real "little prince".

"Le Petit Prince*."

The transparent light screen scattered the fine particles, and finally lit up under the covering like flowing water.