[Meibang° Fanfic Prequel] Last Night at Midnight

This time, the little light gray owl traveled outside for thirteen days before returning. This morning, before the meager sunlight penetrated the curtains, it woke me up before the alarm bell singing the hackberry tree. I gave it a resentful look before leaving the bed. That light gray actually looks very warm, but I would rather have a snow-white owl. Hedwig, who looked like Harry, slowly spread her wings and circled upwards, leaving behind an endless expanse of snow on the ground and a lightly smiling boy beside the castle. Looking back now, the scenes in the film still feel so cute. I sighed and looked back at the light gray feathers. This bird is called Cos, just like me. Cos came back with something in his mouth for the first time, which made me very curious. It was a folded white cardboard card with three gilded words "Invitation" printed on the cover. "Vulgar design." I opened it, and Cos responded in response and pecked my finger. There is only one line in the card: Cos, Meibang invites you to visit Caizi Hot Spring (free), and there are also exciting activities, you won't regret it. I watched it for a while and thought it looked like a liar's method. However, where did this stupid bird know the liar? Could it be that he is a handsome fraudster like Kurosaki who is "more beautiful than a flower demon and more delicate than a flower"... I turned to look at my owl: "Do you think this thing is for you or for me?" 01 In fact, I understood that the invitation was for me. Who would ask a bird to go to a hot spring? But I was a little too lazy to move and wanted to find an excuse to excuse myself. The sky is getting brighter, but the cool morning is still quiet. There is a soft crunching sound when your feet step on the bluestone, and the withered yellow leaves are floating at the corner of the street, making the shop's sign look particularly unique. Above are four simple and elegant words: past and present lives. There was a vague smell of tea coming from the door, a very light fragrance mixed with bitterness, which was faintly unlike the human world. The person looking after the store is a woman with long hair and a plain skirt. When she saw me walking in, she smiled. "Mrs. Boss, is there any Sanatesi here? I want to pay my respects..." I said, wondering whether the word "paying homage" was appropriate. "No." "Where's Si Yin?" "No." "Then are you Hagakure?" "No. My name is Jiuxue." I'm extremely disappointed. I thought this teahouse could really travel through time just like what was written in "Journey to the Past Life". "Then... Let's just say I'm here to drink tea." There are beige wicker chairs next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. With the sunlight lighting up, it should be a very comfortable life. At the back is the staircase, made of vermilion wooden material, exuding a touch of luxury. But I felt a little uncomfortable watching it. Jiu Xue didn't ask me what kind of tea I wanted, she just put something similar to spices in the tea bowl, brewed the tea, and the magical fragrance overflowed. I only heard her say quietly: "There is no handsome protagonist, but there is still time travel. Are you also looking for your past life?" I immediately moved my attention away from the furnishings, thought about it, and then replied: "Yes, yes, I have a nightmare that has been bothering me for a long time. I always dream about the stairs. When I walk somewhere, the steps in front and back disappear, leaving a small area where I am empty. In mid-air, you can't go up or down, or you make a turn while going down the stairs, and the road in front of you becomes upwards, and you can't find the exit to go downstairs no matter whether you go forward or backward, or you fall hard with the ladder and fall hard..." The scene in the dream slowly emerged, and I found that I had begun to break out in cold sweats, but this was the real situation. The frequency of nightmares was as high as once every three or two days, and I suspected that I had a phobia of stairs more than once. Of course, the biggest purpose of this trip is to find someone who can travel through time and space and take me on a trip with him. This kind of behavior is so challenging. Judging from the current popular novels, there is a huge chance of meeting handsome guys. Time travel is definitely a hotbed for nymphomaniacs. "But..." Jiuxue hesitated. I continued: "I know, the price is a tear, right? That's what it says in the book." Jiu Xue continued helplessly: "Actually, what I want to say is that I am on vacation looking for a job in my previous life. You have to come next month before I can help you." She added more water to the tea and added: "But if you also like Sanathus, then we are both admirers of vampires? I haven't met such a confidant in a long time." I responded, but I was no longer in the mood to drink tea and chat. Those words about the stairs brought back many nights that were almost forgotten in my memory. It seemed that my sleep tonight would be a bit dangerous. Suddenly I remembered the invitation letter in my backpack. Well, it's good to change the environment and get in touch with new things occasionally. Anyway, I have never seen a hot spring in my life, so of course I have to take advantage of the free one. Owl, owl, you'll be cooked anyway if you go, so it's better for me to do it for you when it's such a painful thing~~ I took a symbolic sip of tea and prepared to leave. I asked: "Jiuxue, do you believe in vampires?" "That's right." "But that's Western worship. Don't you think people here in China don't believe in that?" "Then what do you believe here?" I replied calmly: "Trust me." 02 After a long journey, I finally arrived at Caizi. This place was not difficult to find at all, but it was a bit shabby. Most of the hot springs in my memory were seen in Japanese comics, with soft wind, humid water vapor, small blue bridges and ethereal singing. The Caizi Hot Spring Hotel is backed by a barren mountain. Under the setting sun, the scenery looks even more depressed. The house also seems to be very dilapidated. The three-story shop is more like a declining private house. There is a small courtyard in front, an old tree with scattered branches, an unusual-looking donkey tied to it, and a dusty donkey cart next to it. I knocked on the door. The room was warm and lively. I took a quick look and saw that there were about six or seven people, drinking or chatting, dressed in all kinds of clothes, as if they had gathered from all over the world. There was only a waiter who greeted me, and I handed her my invitation to look at. Suddenly, a slightly familiar voice sounded from behind me: "You have taken good care of this invitation." I looked back and saw that it was Jiu Xue standing there. It seemed that I was not the only one invited. I looked at the wrinkled creases and black paw prints on the cover and sighed, "This is all the work of a stupid bird." The waiter named Cang Ling took the key and led me to my room, which was on the top floor, on the third floor. Looking at the dim corridor and the weak candle in Can Ling's hand, I seemed to have been wrapped in my own nightmare. The temperature around me had also dropped a bit. When I came to my senses, I was already stepping on the old wooden steps that creaked slightly, and soon reached the third floor. Compared to the three floors, which can be called a loft, the lower two floors can be described as luxurious. There were only two doors, but fortunately Cang Ling led me to stop in front of the one that looked a bit like a door. The sound of the keyhole turning, the sound of the door axis turning, and the candlelight illuminating a small area of ​​sight. There was nothing left to look at in the furnishings, only the hardwood bed, bench, and a small window, which were all empty. "A bit shabby, right? There are too many people here this time, and there really aren't that many good rooms here." Cang Ling explained. "Uh..." I couldn't say politely, but I still decided not to complain about the current situation, "Is the room next to... Also occupied?" Can Ling replied: "No, that is an abandoned storage room. It is best not to go in, it will probably be extremely dirty." I admit I was a little crazy: "Does that mean I'm the only one living on the third floor?" She nodded and I tried to act calm as I walked into the house. The only luggage I have is a backpack, which I don't need to open at ordinary times. I don't have much belongings with me. If something happens, I can just pick up the bag and leave. What a safe way to live. "By the way, you'd better clean the house first, the dust has accumulated very thickly..." The strap of my schoolbag had been taken off my hands a second ago, and finally the poor bag fell to the ground, accompanied by a dull sound of dust. For a moment, I felt that if Mi Bang were in front of me, I would kill him/her/it immediately. The people downstairs continued to be busy. I swept the floor three times and wiped it twice. During this time, Can Ling came to visit me twice. When she looked at me leisurely, I couldn't figure out who the service staff was. "Hey," I said, "don't you think the guests should do these tasks?" "I'm sorry, the person who hired me didn't assign me this job." She crossed her hands with interest. I rolled my eyes and continued working. When we went downstairs to get water, the people downstairs were getting a little bored, but they said Can Ling said that the whole event could not be announced until everyone was present or at nine o'clock tonight, so everyone sat around telling stories to pass the boring time and continued to wait. I received a few looks of sympathy, but still resentment. There is a man in the middle, I guess he is a sailor, because his clothes are tied with a sailor's knot with a belt, and he is very skillful. If you hang out with them for a while, you may be able to smell the coolness and vicissitudes of life coming from the ocean, maybe. Another time, I heard the girl named Tomorrow talking about her donkey cart full of treasures, probably... The one tied outside. "The Pluto is a very useful thing. While wiping it and concentrating on thinking about the name of the person you want to pretend to be, you can completely become that person within a certain period of time. This function will help you do many things..." It sounds good, but is she really not afraid of things being stolen? Maybe she is a professional demon collector. It is said that people like that are very unobtrusive in their work. It would be really eye-opening if you could get closer and listen to more. It's a pity that now I can only be busy shuttling back and forth in front of their eyes, looking like an oppressed hourly employee. "What I miss/I remember that birthday/I also remember that song/I remember that starry sky/the tightest right hand/the warmest chest..." I hummed the tune coming from the stereo downstairs, went back to continue cleaning, and caught a sly smile from the passing Cang Ling. Look, look, I'm just in a good mood, so what? When the clock downstairs struck the ninth, I had just finished drying my backpack. The things inside were piled in a room that I had kept clean. I reluctantly walked through the long, dark staircase again. "There is another girl named Qi Muli who didn't come." Can Ling said, "Someone hired me two days ago to be a waiter in this hotel for a few days. He gave me a list of people who had received invitations." She raised the white paper in her hand. "What are you inviting us for?" I have noticed before that the person who asked the question seems to have the surname Ximen. What a good surname. Just like Ximen Chuixue's family, if they dress up like Ximen Chuiyue and his family, white clothes are better than snow, quiet and clear, fast for several days before killing, and ask the most famous karaoke in the most prosperous city to serve and change clothes, then it will be a super realistic version of COSPLAY. Can Ling continued: "There is a legend in Caizi Hot Spring, which says that there are 1,000 puzzles hidden here, and those who solve them will find the most surprising answers..." Unfortunately, her words were interrupted again, this time by a man who claimed to be a hermit: "Could this be the legendary 'puzzle'?" I secretly asked her name Wu Hen. Most of the other people's eyes also had unusual brightness. I had heard of this legend, but I always thought it was a fantasy novel. I didn't expect it to be true. Can Ling rolled her eyes at her angrily, and then continued: "But that person said that there are actually only twenty-nine questions in this room. They may be passwords or something. He said that if the people he invited can work together to solve all the puzzles, there will be unexpected gifts for everyone." Well, it looks like this is the "wonderful event". But now I am not in the mood to play guessing games at all. I just want to get Meibang out and modify his/her/its worldview and methodology. Although I am a bit lazy, idle and ineffective, I should be treated decently. I instantly conceived countless plans in my mind, such as tying up Meibang and selling him to a big hotel to clean toilets. "This is the note he left for everyone." Can Ling spread out half a piece of white paper, and everyone joined in. The words are as follows: When the scorpion's tail gradually disappears, the first arrow pierces the dawn, and the invisible hour hand reaches the sixth word, I will come and give the gift of beauty. There was a brief silence. "The scorpion's tail... The first arrow, what does this mean?" Jiu Xue asked with a frown. Several people looked at each other and shook their heads. I said: "At least we know that he is referring to a certain date, which is when we will see him when we stay here, right." Alas, why do I feel the urge to grit my teeth when I say this. No, be calm, be calm. "Are you done?" Ximen turned around and asked Can Ling. Can Ling spread her empty hands and went back to her counter. Everyone discussed it for a few words, but nothing substantial was actually discussed. It was just that everyone scattered around the room to find riddles, or find ways to work out the riddles on the note. I went to Can Ling and inquired about the others, and learned that the one with knots on his clothes was the once famous captain named Chang'an, and the chanter named Ximen Guo. These two people were the first to arrive, followed by the coachman and demon master Tomorrow, and then Wu Hen, the hermit who came from Beiman Mountain. Jiuxue only arrived a little earlier than me, so she was lucky not to be assigned a broken room on the third floor. "No, there's a picture book writer named Li who hasn't come yet. If I was assigned to the third floor because I came late, where will she live?" I asked her. Can Ling replied: "The last person who arrived really didn't have a room, so the employer asked that person to squeeze in with the people living on the first floor." I said goodbye to her, walked through the excited people, and walked up the long stairs back to my room. The sound insulation effect of the Caizi floor is pretty good, or maybe the people downstairs are no longer noisy. My room is very quiet, attracting the cool white moonlight. I lay on the bed, using the change of clothes I brought with me as a pillow, and stared at the moonlight on the ground in a daze. "I will come..." Hehe, this statement is very similar to Kidd's tone. Thinking of him, I can't help but evoke a smile. A white dress and long windbreaker floats in front of the crescent moon on the top of the skyscraper. A smile captivates all living beings. The hang glider draws the light of stars and magic. The magician of the end of the century makes a gorgeous appearance. How could I forget this handsome guy that I once dreamed of? As my thoughts continued, I gradually became excited. Yes, this story is so interesting, isn't it, just like Conan. Many people gather together, surrounded by puzzles, strangeness, suspicion, trust, mystery and courage. So, according to the experience in comics, you have to observe the people around you, the murderer may be in the middle. People who are too fat may be thin people, and the disguise is to hide the head in the belly when the body is moved. Especially carbonated drinks in the house should not be drunk casually. They may have been shaken violently by the murderer just so that when you go to take a shower with the drink sprayed all over your face, you can take the opportunity to hide the body under your bed... Well, this activity is exciting, I like it. I turned over and dreamed contentedly. 03 On the first day of Caizi, I got up extremely late, and my whole body was still sore from yesterday's heavy labor. It seemed that Meibang did not assign Cang Ling a job to wake up the guests. If Ximen Guo hadn't come to my door and banged on the wall looking for puzzles, maybe I could have continued to sleep. I got up and opened the door and saw her trying to open the storage room door. She heard the sound and looked towards me. I smiled back and motioned for her to continue. A few seconds later, she walked out of it with a disgraced look. I held my hands and suddenly realized that I looked a bit like Cang Ling in her gloating. "Five puzzles have been found. I solved two, Jiu Xue also guessed one, and there are two more puzzles and the note from Meibang that has not been solved." She told me when we went downstairs together. Cang Ling was preparing my breakfast and lunch. She said that the time I got up made her unable to tell which meal I should eat. At this time, I visited the two problems Ximen Guo had solved: the first was a riddle, and the answer was related to ancient Indian legends. Ximen Guo found it on the inner layer of her cabinet and solved it immediately; the second was more magical and was also in her huge wardrobe, but this time it was a picture riddle engraved on the side wall, with a row of stick figures in different postures. If you make those actions in a certain order, you will see that it represents the skiing process. "I received a little inspiration from Sherlock Holmes." Ximen Guo said with a smile, with a proud look on his face. "Well done." I praised. Ximen Guo: "You think I grew up eating." I said, "Oh? Then you are?" Jiu Xue's mystery was the mirror in her room, which was decorated very strangely. Those symbols combined together hinted at a secret of the European Knights of the Round Table in the Middle Ages. She happily said that this matter could be written into a novel at some time. Only then did I know that she was also a very famous romance novelist, and I also have several of her books in my bookcase at home. Speaking of fame, the few people who are currently thinking hard about the remaining puzzles and trying to find new ones are all extraordinary people. The captain named Changan is naturally famous, especially after watching "Pirates of the Caribbean". I also collected some famous maritime legends today, and he was among them. I learned the name of Tomorrow from a friend who participated in an international organization for symposiums on supernatural and non-scientific events and solutions. It is said that he is a character so advanced that it is difficult for those little people to even meet him. Wu Hen, her father's generation is very famous. He has lived in seclusion for generations, but he can save the world from fire and water in the most critical moments of troubled times. He can be worshiped as a god. In my understanding, he has always been similar to Phoenix Ikki in "Saint Seiya". He retired after success and was reborn from the ashes. The Hamu Li who didn't come has already said that he is a picture book writer who travels for fun and makes his home everywhere. Even Ximen Guo, whose behavior was very outrageous, was not an unknown person. At least there was a once-popular feature film made by someone specifically for her. I still remember the title, "Take the Flowers". I had breakfast and walked around the hall. I didn't see anything abnormal, or in other words, there was nothing normal in my mind. In short, I basically gave up on this activity. Everyone is a master anyway, so I should be able to just be an idler. In contrast, I was more curious about the riddle of Meibang's arrival. Solving it would help me secretly implement my revenge plan against him/her/it, so I read it twice more, almost memorized it, and then sat at the table near the door to drink tea. "The black and white keys have been played to the end/I can no longer find the beautiful notes/the melody is no longer forever/like dry raindrops..." The sound changed to the new music, "Silly Waiting", and the clear and moving sound filled the air. The whole hall was mixed with the old fragrance and light sadness. I saw in the yard outside, there were sparrows and a kind of bird that I couldn't name, flying across the ground. Life had the illusion of being very quiet. I like this music. Qian Feng's voice starts, and I hear this clearly: "We once were each other's everything/but we were inexplicably separated at both ends/Xuxu's memories have become blank/still stupidly waiting..." Closing my eyes, I still I remember the new pictures on his blog a month ago, the endless sea breeze, the leisurely boat, the handsome guy in yellow short-sleeves closing his eyes and smiling in the gentle sunlight mixed with the sea breeze, sunglasses hanging in front of his collar, and the lush rainforest of the Maldives in the distant background. Sure enough, this is a good place for people to calm down and savor the soft time. Ximen came over and sat next to me: "You look like you are on vacation." "Isn't that great? I feel like the dream is not as comfortable as the life now." I said. I really think so, and I often feel that the fragments in dreams can be spliced ​​together to form a parallel but complete life at the other end, just like dreaming and waking up are two different people's life periods, completely different days at both ends. For example, the me in my dream lived in darkness in a place called high school. Risking one's life is praised, and solving problems is a good traditional virtue. From time to time, I still get headaches because I failed in physics and mathematics. Studying hard just to strive for a future where you can get ahead is probably very tiring. Later, Ximen Guo and I talked about Conan. On a whim, I told her about the arson device I had designed and arranged in the house after waking up in the middle of the night last night. Of course I don't want to burn down this house, but I suddenly remembered that there is a not very complicated but very magical method in Conan, and I want to test whether it can really be used successfully. I explained to her the principles of arson for a long time with gestures and demonstrations. When I was almost finished explaining how to activate the ignition device hanging outside the window, Changan also joined our conversation. He probably didn't understand what great initiative I was talking about, and I didn't bother to talk about it, so I changed the topic: "Chang'an, you are at sea. Have you been to anywhere in the world?" "How is it possible," he replied, "but I have been to many places and the time span is also very long." I said: "Although you are very famous, you are not the same as I imagined people who call the sea their home." Seeing him raise his eyebrows and showing some interest, I continued: "There is a kind of person, the Mike Harris type, and maybe there is only one of them in the world. Have you read "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic"? It's a very old book, and it has also been made into a wonderful movie. Human beings who truly belong to the ocean may no longer be human. They have webs and are in the water. The ability to walk freely can be called a mermaid. The other kind of person is the Captain Jack type. Perhaps, it is also an exception. However, that series of films left a deep impression on me. I will always think of Jack's shaky sailor steps and kind smile when walking on land. However, you walk very normally, without swaying, and you dress normally. You don't have gold teeth, and you don't always have a captain's hat, and you don't have webbing or gills." Chang'an was amused by my words, but didn't say anything. I continued: "My ideal in life is that after I die, someone will scatter my ashes in the blue waters of the Caribbean, and then set up a stone tablet for me on Easter Island, next to the largest Moai statue on the beach, facing the ocean and the sky, with the words: Year of birth and death unknown." After thinking about it, he added: "Of course, if I really meet Jack Sparrow in the Caribbean, I wouldn't mind reassembling it from the ashes." I was still intoxicated in the dream I had constructed, when Changan suddenly patted his forehead and said, "By the way, I just found a book in the backyard. I guess you might have left it there, so I took it over. Look -" All the lazy warmth from the sun had frozen and dissipated the moment I heard him speak before I saw the "Woman on the Bread Tree" in his hand. The next moment, I didn't know if I still had consciousness in my mind. If so, I probably answered him like this: "This book... Seems to be just the thing used to hold down the trigger device of my great initiative..." In the speakers, Qian Feng and Tong Sen were still singing seriously: "Wait any longer/Don't let go/Even if I exhaust all my patience/Every note calls you back/Silly waiting/Silly waiting/Reminiscing about the happy dialogue of the past/Is it gone/This love/My persistence is not easy..." 04 Diary: November 20, 4:00 pm Unfortunately, today I burned down the shabby house I lived in. When we put out the fire, there were big holes in the ground. I tried not to panic. In fact, there was not much to panic. On the contrary, I was pleasantly surprised, because I found that my backpack was actually a treasure that was not afraid of fire and was still well preserved after half an hour of flame licking. But the others were obviously unhappy. They thought I must have destroyed some important puzzle, and now our mission couldn't be completed. I didn't care much about solving the puzzle, but everyone agreed that apart from the storage room and the outer hall, there was no other place for me to stay in the gifted house. I couldn't imagine my situation tonight. (I originally wanted to share a room with Jiu Xue. In order to win her favor, I explained seriously that I was a good boy who was sensible, well-behaved, measured and not idle, but she sarcastically said: "Yes, I look like a little girl from a young family. Have you ever been kissed by Lily's little gong?"... I decided to draw a circle and curse her.) Another happy thing is that Cang Ling said we should go to the hot spring at five o'clock. I almost forgot that there is such a thing as a hot spring. After taking a bath, it will be a worthwhile trip. Also: I heard Xiao Feng's song in the store. Our Feng's voice is so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful~~ And again: It's so scary that Chang'an is doing things like this. I think I won't dream about the stairs anymore in the future. I will only dream about "The Woman on the Bread Tree" in Chang'an's hand every night. Zhang Xiaoxian's name on the cover is clearly imaged, imaged, and the background is the light of the sky... 05 Five minutes later, I closed the diary, still confused about where I would be staying tonight. He sat next to the door again, drinking a drink and watching the sparrows outside. Ten minutes later, Wu Hen and I were drinking drinks together. She said, "I think we should try something less childish." I said, "I don't know how to drink." But she was very interested and said, "How about apple beer? It doesn't have any alcohol content." I felt sorry for everyone that I had just burned down the house, so I nodded in agreement. Since then, we have been drinking and chatting non-stop. It was really interesting to chat with the hermit. We talked about the sparrow, Jiuxue's hairstyle, and Zhuangzi. I finally knew what it means to go to heaven and earth, and the sea and the sky are vast. "Zhuang Zhou transforms into a butterfly, that's a very complicated theory." Wu Hen concluded. "Actually, I have had this kind of experience. I dreamed that I turned into Cos. It was the owl I raised. It looked a little bit apologetic. When I woke up, I wanted to ask myself: Did I turn into Cos, or did Cos turn into me? Why is Zhuangzi such a spiritual and moving poem that reaches the sky? I can do it too." My face felt slightly hot, maybe because the sun was too hot. After listening, Wu Hen pondered for a moment and suddenly said: "Huh? Isn't that right?" Cough. I pretended to be calm and continued drinking apple beer, reached out and touched her forehead, and said calmly: "Maybe I burned out my brain by doing too many questions." I don't know when, I fell asleep on the table. I had a brief dream. I dreamed that Wu Hen was trying to kidnap me and asked me to tell the answer to the mystery of the scorpion and arrow in the United States. I knew the answer in my heart, but if I didn't tell her, she threatened to cook my cos. Said: "Do you believe I made her die worse than you?" Then, a handsome guy with dark circles, red hair, long robe, and a big gourd on his back fell from the sky. He said to Wu Hen: "Let her go." It was not Chinese, but I was sure I understood it, but Wu Hen didn't know what he was talking about, so he ignored him. Then Xiao Ai left, and another handsome guy came with curly hair, a black knitted hat, a sniper rifle, and piercing eyes. He spoke in English, but unfortunately Wu Hen didn't understand it, so Xiu Yi disappeared into the scene where Judy was in tears. Later, a handsome guy appeared. He was very white, had beautiful eyes, was tall, and had a perfect profile. He said, "I'll sing a song for you, or I'll give you the signatures of all the hosts of "Tian Tian Shang Shang", or I'll give you all the award-winning singles of Tong Sen and I. You can let her go." Wu Hen still insisted. Until Jiao Enjun showed up and said, "Hey, I came to see you. I heard that you like me?" Wu Hen abandoned me immediately. But my three amazing handsome guys are all gone... When I woke up, there was only a slanting red sunset in the hall, and there seemed to be alcohol still churning in my stomach. Can Ling greeted me with a smile at her small counter. The first thing I asked her was: "Where is the hot spring?" She replied: "They have already left. Do you want to know what time it is?" I said, "I don't want to know, just take me there as soon as possible." She shook her head: "It's past the time that Meibang asked me to take customers to the hot springs. I have no obligation~" I really wanted to roll my eyes and go back to sleep, but after thinking about it, I decided to explore everyone's room. After all, now is a good time when everyone is gone. Maybe I will find someone who is suspected of being a murderer. I was just trying to learn how to write "The Little Prince" when Saint-Express praised himself by saying, "Having such an idea shows how smart I am." Then I saw Cang Ling's sparkling eyes that were always smiling. Then he had an idea and secretly opened the wallet in his pocket. He took out all the high-denomination bills and stuffed them into his pocket. Then he gave Can Ling a huge smile and said, "We are so bored, why don't we play a game." She jumped out from behind the counter and said, "Okay, what are you playing, hide and seek?" I said, "No, no. I once read a hidden science fiction story written by Wesley and thought it could scare people to death. If we encounter something terrible, it will be really troublesome. Why don't we hide things? You hide my wallet. If I can't find it before I leave here, the money in it will be yours. How about it?" She said: "Okay, okay, then I will hide on the first floor. You are not allowed to peek. Go to the second floor and wait." I pretended to think about it and then said, "Okay." Escape smoothly and reach the second floor. According to my investigation, Jiuxue, Tomorrow and Ximen lived on this floor. I opened the door of Jiuxue's room first. It is naturally much prettier than the small house I once had, and there are many special places, such as the large mirror that is inextricably linked to medieval Europe, and a wicker chair that looks very similar to the furnishings in her teahouse. Could it be that she brought it. There is a small crystal ball on the windowsill that glows darkly, quietly, a bit like a horror movie. I don't know why I even looked under the pillow, but I saw a stack of neat manuscripts, and then I flipped through the first few pages with the sunset light. It was not a draft of a romance novel, but something purely academic. It was very interesting, and it probably meant that there is a possibility of multi-dimensional parallel or intersecting spaces around us, just like what was mentioned in "Seven Joys". She also wrote: "At this time, this 'us' is a completely unrelated person, and the 'us' in another space is just another world in a dream. We who gather here are likely to have a deep connection with the United States, and that is why we gather together because of the United States at a special time and place." How amazing. 05 In the morning again, I got up much earlier than the day before. I still remember that everyone came back from the hot spring last night and went to bed without delving into the puzzles. However, I continued to have headaches from time to time under the influence of alcohol. When drinking Coke, I did not forget to listen carefully to the noise inside. I have no memory of what happened after that. It seems like I have seen this kind of plot before somewhere. When I went downstairs, I couldn't believe my eyes. The two floors below were all soaked in water, as if they were wet. Everyone turned to me as soon as they heard the noise. Jiu Xue was still wearing a thick cotton nightdress, her hair was messy, and her face was sullen, and she said, "Were you the last one to sleep yesterday?" I nodded without knowing why: "Yes..." "All the taps turned on?" "Ah?" I didn't seem to react, "You mean this water?... No way..." I thought slowly, and then said slowly: "I drank Coke yesterday, and I have no memory of what happened after that..." The ending of "Eight Million Ways to Die" suddenly appeared before my eyes, and I broke into a cold sweat again. It was an alcoholic detective who realized at the end that after eliminating all the suspects, there was still one version of himself that would lose his memory after drinking. Of course he didn't want to admit that he was the lunatic who chopped more than sixty times on the call girl's body... A certain sentence at the end echoes over and over again: "I won't kill anyone while I'm unconscious. Don't talk to me about divine grace." "I'm not going to kill someone while unconscious." "I don't know how..." I just hope I didn't do anything other than flood everyone's house and maybe ruin a few puzzles. "Haha... The moon is so beautiful during the day today. I'm going to chat with the donkey tomorrow. You can continue..." Disappearing immediately was the smartest strategy I could think of. "The wind/stopped and blew/I suddenly thought of someone/the sky/is bright and then dark/how many years I have passed/my heart/is warm and gray/the world/sometimes when you are lonely you really need another person of the same kind..." This time, "The Same Kind" by Stefanie Sun was playing at the door. Tomorrow's donkey didn't seem to be hostile to me, and we certainly had nothing to talk about. I said I should name it Xiao Kuan, but it ignored me. I told it that there are three handsome guys in the world, namely Xiao Feng, Xiao Ai, and our Xiu Yi. It looked completely indifferent, so I concluded that it was not a donkey with normal aesthetics. Later, I dug out a plate in the car and put a few grasses, roots and leaves pulled from outside on it, and it finally changed its behavior. I was a little happy about this news, so I gave it many more names to choose from, including little green, little donkey, little cart, little donkey cart, little biscuit, little dry, little biscuit, camel, penguin... Unexpectedly, it showed great contempt and ridicule for the name I gave (I could see it from its expression). I was extremely dissatisfied, so I took its plate and walked back to the house angrily. At that time, the fog was still shrouding, it was very cold and quiet outside, and there were the sounds of birds and insects. I suddenly wanted to compose a lyric, and wrote a few lines: "The insect song does not smell the cold, the rain on the leaning bridge, the tears of the mountains and willows." After searching in my mind for a long time, I couldn't find a matching rhythm for the lyrics, so I gave up. The floor in the Caizi was almost dry. I tiptoed back to the third floor, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall next to my backpack. Then I suddenly realized that I was still holding the worn plate in my hand, so I stuffed it into my bag as a souvenir of this trip. It didn't take long for Cang Ling to run upstairs. Basically, no one else except her would come to the third floor, especially since they confirmed that there was no puzzle value here. "Let me give you a glass of the newly squeezed juice today," she said. This time I realized clearly that I felt nothing after drinking that drink... 06 "I will not break the way you did / you fell so hard / I\'ve learned the hard way / to never let it get that far..." There was no sound this time. I sang it to myself in the light blue morning light after I woke up, facing the cold wilderness. I am indeed a very adaptable person. Five minutes after I woke up, I roughly figured out what had happened: I was alone with my backpack in such a remote and seemingly isolated place. The backpack was covered with a large white paper that read: Charge: Extremely abnormal behavior, endangering the safety of others, disrupting the order of the game Diagnosis: Central nervous system impairment Verdict: Excommunicate the talented man The verdict was accompanied by a comic book: "The Rabbit Seeking Death" I turned over the paper, and sure enough there was a comic underneath, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly. 07 Diary: November 22, 7:49 am Today, or rather last night, I was exiled by that group of people. In fact, I just burned down my room and flooded everyone's floor. At most, plus one person who idles around every day and doesn't do anything serious... My luggage was too simple, so they just threw me out with my backpack that I could pick up and go at any time, but I still left my wallet behind... Because I completely forgot about hiding my wallet later that night. After everyone came back, Can Ling was busy cooking and seemed to have forgotten about it. This seems to mean that I have to go back. A more important reason is that the day when Meibang "arrives" is on that day... 08 After I finished writing in my diary, I began to look carefully at the plate that I put in my bag as a souvenir. I'm wondering, could it be..."Pluto"? The corner of my mouth curled up, I was indeed a smart and lucky guy, and someone who happened to be invited didn't come, so I pretended to be her and went back to the talented person. Oh hahahaha Fortunately, I saw a small river not far away, so I jumped over to wash the dishes. There is really nothing to see in the barren mountains in winter. There are sand, stones and dead branches everywhere. Is there a vast expanse of wind and sand or towering towering walls? It is just a very desolate, abandoned and lifeless area. The water in the river was cold, and while I was washing myself, I tried to think of Qi Muli's name. Is it this one? If you think wrong, the consequences can be very serious, just like when Harry mistakenly entered the fireplace in Diagon Alley when he used floo powder for the first time. After reciting Hatakeri silently in his mind for the third time, his clothes suddenly changed, just like the magician and thief Kidd. The cuffs and collar are made of low-key European lace made of high-quality materials. The black short coat is simple and neat, very stylish. Well, it is much better than my usual lazy and slovenly appearance. This is probably what Qi Muli is wearing. Tomorrow's baby is really magical. Even more fortunately, I found a brand new invitation in my pocket, which seemed to have been copied as well, which will help me a lot tomorrow. If I hadn't gone to the river to take pictures of myself, this feeling of pride would probably have lasted longer. However, the reflection in the river made me drop the plate... Yes, short and simple clothes, perfectly trimmed bangs and slightly curly long hair. The face... Is still my own. How could such a thing happen?! Isn't tomorrow's dish a little too unreliable?! If I went back in such a swagger, wouldn't it make those people laugh out loud? It couldn't be a lower-level disguise. After complaining about the broken plate on the floor for ten minutes or more, I suddenly remembered that I had a mirror in my backpack and decided to take a closer look. Well, it seems that I don't look very carefully in the mirror, so I don't remember exactly what it looks like (…), but I always feel weird, maybe because I changed my hairstyle. Speaking of which, there seemed to be a small dot that could be considered a tear-stained nevus if it grew just one centimeter closer, but why is it missing now... Could it be that the low-level magic power of this plate can only make minor changes to a person's appearance... After another ten minutes, I threw the pieces of the plate into the river one by one. The sun has risen very high, giving a slight warmth in winter, but the air is more cold, as if you don't want to buy a golden tent. I studied Ri Hatake's outfit for a long time, and it reminded me of an episode of Conan comics I read a while ago. The deceased was wearing an exaggerated outfit for a dance. That kind of outfit was called "Gothic Lolita" and seemed to be very popular among female high school students. It's a bit similar to what I'm wearing now. That episode of the comic was very interesting. At least, Ran and Sonoko were designed to appear as twins at the dance just like the Goth Lolita and the murderer. They bought the same clothes, had the same hairstyle, and made up like a replica of the same model. Even Conan said that Ran looked very beautiful. Ha, I have another idea to swagger into the talented people. Anyway, I have an invitation letter from Qimuli, and I firmly believe that it is Qimuli. What can they do? There is always the possibility that there are people who look very similar to each other in the world, but it is not a bad idea to say that they are twins. It's not hard for me to lie and pretend to be innocent. In the past, when I played "Dark Eyes Closed and Drawn", the killer would always be able to disguise himself easily and then kill civilians. Normally, I couldn't help but sigh and say something sinister. He is indeed a Scorpio. I picked up my luggage bag, and while looking for the way back to Caizi, I kept rehearsing the dialogue with everyone in my mind, from the sunrise to the dim dusk, and then to the stillness of the night, the third watch, the fourth watch and the fifth watch. The lights of the shabby little hotel in the barren mountains had long been turned off, and there was silence in the dark night. When I think about how I once wandered through the dark floors without realizing it, turning on every available faucet, I seem to be able to hear the endless and terrifying sound of water in my ears. As for those people, Ximen Guo may have solved a few more mysteries, and Jiu Xue's manuscript may have thickened by several pages. I wonder if Wu Hen ever dreamed about kidnapping me and then meeting Jiao Enjun. I thought about it randomly, and then rehearsed the whole process in my mind, and fell into an open-air sleep not far from the scholar. There are wonderful starlights at night and in dreams. I don't know if it's a dream or reality. I suddenly want to sigh. I am really shameless enough to think of such an action of not changing my appearance but forcibly disguising myself. It's not my fault that I'm evil... 09 "I miss him too/we are all the same/I have found wings on him/but at that time he started to fly because of you/I miss him too/somewhere/I am no longer embarrassed and you are missing shoulders/and summer is still so short/missing is very long..." Stefanie Sun's "I Miss Him Too" was played on the speaker today, and the song was mixed with the distant flavor of memories in the morning mist. But I secretly asked how heavy the distant night was, the frost forest was drunk, and I complained about it in my dream. Don't look at the pipa and the party. The residual image of the young man is nowhere to look at the pavilion. "Excuse me..." I said in a tentative tone, standing by the door. Cang Ling looked up and saw me, and her expression of surprise instantly appeared. Chang'an and Wu Hen were also there. There is one more... Oh my gosh! I felt that it wasn't just my fingers that were getting cold. Black short and simple clothes, perfectly trimmed bangs and slightly curly long hair. A face that looks the same as mine. Looking at me with wide eyes. At that moment, I quickly realized that maybe there was nothing wrong with tomorrow's baby, it's just that we happened to look too much alike... So, should I... Tomorrow is indeed a demon collector with quick reactions. Only a few tenths of a second later than my thinking, he took out a copy and chanted the spell, and then... My black European style short dress has changed back. The curls turned into a lazy ponytail. The Hatake invitation held in his hand turned into air. I'm back. Tomorrow looked at me and nodded as if it was serious: "It seems this is fake." I seemed to have to say something: "Wait... Wait a minute, I have something important to do when I come back. Really, I..." I was still racing my brain, but I couldn't find a suitable excuse. "I... I solved the mystery of Meibang's arrival." He accidentally told the truth. Everyone seemed to have some interest in their eyes. 10 When the scorpion's tail gradually disappears, the first arrow pierces the dawn, and the invisible hour hand reaches the sixth word, I will come and give the gift of beauty. "Scorpion refers to the Scorpio constellation from October 23rd to November 22nd in astrology, and the first arrow refers to the first day of Sagittarius behind Scorpio, which is today, November 23rd, at dawn. Then, the sixth word -" I pointed to "Ba" on the note and continued to explain, "the homophone means eight o'clock, so he is coming soon." Several people stared at the note. Hamuli looked up at the clock on the wall, which read seven fifty-five. She said: "It seems that only twenty-three questions were found?" Jiuxue replied: "The rest were destroyed by Cos." Ximen Guo said: "Then we are busy in vain?" While everyone was talking, I sneaked up to Can Ling. She winked, gave me another sly smile, and then took out her wallet from the counter. "Thanks!" I patted her shoulder and stuffed my wallet into my pocket. The bell rang at eight o'clock, and Miban came on time. My anger at him for burning his house and flooding his floors had completely transformed into apologies, so I no longer felt strongly about his arrival. His appearance... How should I put it, he's pretty good-looking, calm and beautiful, and his temperament dictates it. He still gave us the "Gift of America", um, one for each of us... Uh... Smith Barney Lifetime Coupon? "What's it for?" Chang'an asked. I wisely decided not to say a word. Smith Barney just laughed and didn't answer. After lunch, everyone packed up their things and prepared to leave. I had nothing to organize, so I sat in the lobby waiting to say goodbye to everyone. This time the gifted scholar only focused on causing trouble everywhere, and he didn't even get to soak in the hot springs, nor did he get to soak in the handsome guys. Such a life is really a failure. However, I also discovered something more interesting... The first person to say goodbye to me was Jiuxue. She changed into a violet dress. I said, "I'll go find you next month, and you can take me through time together." Jiu Xue said: "Don't even think about it! Either I go or you don't go." Ximen Guo dragged her big suitcase over, her short hair was held down by her slanted hat, and she looked a bit like a handsome guy. When she left, she said: "Cos, actually I feel like I've seen you somewhere." I quickly waved my hands and said: "How could it be possible? I am a nobody, but I must have a popular face. Isn't there just one person in this building who looks so similar to me?" I remember when they asked me when I first introduced my profession, I said I didn't have any profession. Jiu Xue asked: "Is that a freelance job?" I shook my head and said, "It's a vagrant." In fact, I thought about this question for a long time and decided that it would be better to remain anonymous. I can't tell the truth. I used to be a well-known toy seller. I was complained by many people because of my implementation of the Rubik's Cube flat packaging and the free combination of edges, corners, and center blocks. A novelist who looked exactly like Jiu Xue even wrote about my deeds in a book. It is said that there was a paranoid captain who chased me through the night for a "cheated" purchase. Now that I think about it, the image of that captain is very similar to that of Chang'an. I smiled and sang along with the stereo: "Our song is the slamming screen door, Sneakin\' out late, tapping on your window. When you\' re on the phone and you talk real slow. Cause it\'s late and your mama don\'t know..." Finally, even Cang Ling left, leaving only Meibang, me and my backpack. "Do you have something to say to me?" Meibang asked. I said: "I'm sorry for making your house look like this..." I took out my wallet from my pocket, and Smith Barney said, "There's no need to pay for it. You can't afford to pay for it. It's worth 1,000 Rubik's cubes." I pulled out a piece of crumpled paper from my wallet: "I'm not quite ready to take the initiative to lose money... However, I found this in the burnt hole in the floor of the room. It marked the location of a hidden switch behind the clock on the wall." "Oh?" Opening up the complex structure, we find an ancient button. Meibang pressed it, and then, a low mechanical sound came from behind. "Our song is the way you laugh. The first date \" man, I didn\'t kiss her, but I should have.\" And when I got home... Before I said amen. Asking God if he could play it again..." The speaker at the door continued to sing. I seemed to hear another... Ancient singing... Softly, whispering upward from the cracks in the ground... Maybe, there really are 1,000 puzzles, maybe...