When Lin Sanjiu lowered her head following Wu Yiliu and saw the shoes in "her" hand, the shock almost made her soul explode. She subconsciously wanted to jump up, but was stopped by Wu Yiliu.
He was restricted by his body, as if his skin had become her prison, and she couldn't even jump out.
The momentary panic she felt because she couldn't escape was soon drowned out by another kind of panic caused by Yayanagi himself, and she lost her voice.
"W-when,"
Wu Yiliu seemed to have been burned. He raised his hand and threw the shoe in his hand far away. He kicked the shoe over and landed on the ground. He stood up subconsciously and walked two steps in its direction.
He stepped forward and stopped again. "I, I brought it?"
Cuining was sitting on the sofa. When she looked in another direction, she was just a dark figure sitting in the dimness. "Don't you remember?"
This is definitely not a problem with his memory.
Wu Yiliu took a breath and replied: "It's not that I forgot, I'm afraid my action of picking up the shoes was not noticed by my brain at all."
If he didn't even recognize it, then of course it's impossible to say whether he had forgotten it.
"That means..." The black shadow head representing Cuining turned left and right twice and whispered: "Is there some kind of power that made you start doing this without knowing it?"
Uichi Liu couldn't answer this question. He just wiped his forehead a few times, but it didn't bring much relief. The two people who were checking around in the bedroom seemed to be attracted by the sounds outside; Abi was walking in the front.
, holding the edge of a hat with the tips of his fingernails, seemingly unwilling to touch it at all, and asked: "What's wrong?"
When Cuining finished explaining the matter, Abi hurriedly waved his hand and threw the hat out - it fell together with the lone shoe, while the other shoe and the pullover were still lying there.
on the chair.
"Did you just find this?" Yachiyanagi knew that he was asking nonsense, "Are they all... personal clothing items?"
"Yes," Abi seemed to want to say something, but swallowed it back because of uncertainty. Pence walked into the living room from behind her and said in a deep voice: "I didn't find anything. What about you?"
From this point of view, there are only three more things in the entire wooden house: hiking boots, a pullover and a hat. They appear in no order and are obviously not necessities for evolutionists. They don't even have the right number of people.
What on earth represents, Ichiyanagi really can't figure out.
"What would have happened if you had put your shoes on just now?" Abby asked.
How could Wu Yiliu answer such a question? He looked back at the TV and found that there was not even a hint or rule there. "You can't put it on," he could only say vaguely and perfunctorily, "That's a pair of women's shoes."
At this point, he was reminded by himself. The pullover is a men's clothing, the hiking boots are women's shoes, and the hat can be adjusted in size regardless of men and women... It doesn't look like they were taken off the same person, but like they were taken from three different people.
prepare.
"Anyway, we'd better stay away from these things," Pence said as he put a glove on his hands. He walked over to the items and put them all in plastic bags.
It was tight, and he was paying attention to the reaction of the portrait on the TV the whole time - this behavior itself was also a test of the copy, but until he picked up a bag of things and was about to throw it out, there was no movement on the TV.
"Don't open the door yet?" Abi crossed his arms, looking a little uneasy. "Let's wait until daybreak before throwing away the things. What if the things Ichiliu saw just now are still outside..."
Pence snorted indifferently, but after thinking about it, he put the bag at the door.
"No one should touch it from now on," Abi said immediately. "It's best for the four of us to stay in the same place tonight and not be alone."
If you are a dungeon tester, this method is too conservative and passive. It is more suitable for survival than for discovering the rules of the dungeon. But no one has said this clearly at the moment. It is interesting to say, even if the dungeon is full of
Going through mountains of swords and seas of fire, and losing their arms if they can't get through, I'm afraid their behavior will not suddenly become so conservative and tight - now a few pieces of clothing, shoes and hats can do it.
In the darkness, the four people moved the sofas and chairs in the living room to the center, and each found a place to sit down. Each two people faced each other, so that they could ensure that they could look at the four directions. Cui
Ning was wearing night vision goggles. He thought he needed to "rest" but didn't use them. Now he took them out and divided them one by one - the dark room was suddenly dyed with a layer of green, and the furniture, figures, and rooms were all filled with green.
They all appeared in shades of fluorescent green. Apart from the color and light tone, which made people uncomfortable, they were able to see the surroundings clearly.
The house is facing the main door. Looking at the quietly closed door, his heart always seems to be held up by a thread. Directly opposite him is Abi, who has his back to the door; on the left and right are Cuining and
Burns.
"What are your current guesses about this copy?" Cuining asked in a low voice.
"It's an adventure type," Pence said with certainty, as if he had read the script. "Didn't it be said on TV before? Lights will attract unwelcome creatures, and anything with this kind of surreal danger
Biological ones are generally adventure combat type games.”
If the situation were different, Yaichi Liu would also agree with him, but now he can't nod.
"Or," it seemed that the person who thought so was Cuining, who whispered: "It could also be a secret room game..."
Several people discussed for a while but came up with nothing, and after another hour or two in silence, Pence seemed a little tired. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, took off his glasses, turned on the faucet and washed his face. The bathroom was right there.
In the corner of the living room, Pence left the door open and never walked out of his companion's sight. Even when he bent down to wash his face, from Cuining's perspective, he could see his bent back and the mirror above the sink - when the sound of water stopped.
, Pence straightened up and stood in the bathroom, silent for a while.
"What's wrong?" Cuining asked.
Pence stuck his head out and looked around. "Did you talk when I was washing my face just now?"
"No, what did you hear?" Wu Yiliu immediately became alert.
"Actually, I didn't hear anything. Maybe I heard it wrong." The tall man said as he walked towards the door. "I'll go to the door to check and confirm..."
Just when Wu Yiliu suddenly jumped up from the chair, Pence also pounced on the plastic bag like a hungry tiger pouncing on food - the latter was half-close to the target after all, and grabbed the bag first, "wow!"
