Before Annan entered this nightmare, he knew that the name of this dream-condensed egg was "The Sun That Never Sets".
At first, he thought that this world was a scorching wasteland with eternal daylight, and thought that this would not hurt him - Annan, who possesses the radiance element, is completely immune to radiation-type damage. Even without the protection of the atmosphere, Annan can survive
It's very good. You can even use it as a weapon to attack others.
As a result, Annan didn't expect that the shape of this nightmare was this kind of psychological maze.
Although it has only gone through the first stage... Annan has already roughly guessed the system and mechanism of this nightmare.
——Why are almost all of Annan’s abilities banned?
the reason is simple.
Because this is not the real world.
This should be someone's dream...or rather, a dream within a dream.
"If I'm not wrong," Annan thought, "this place should be related to the fire and smoke from before."
Annan did not forget a single detail.
When he entered this nightmare, he first appeared on the bed. At that time, he seemed to have been given some medicine, and he became drowsy and couldn't open his eyes... Then, someone looked down at him.
He raised the ax in his hand.
If nothing unexpected happens.
The world Annan lives in now should indeed be illusory. One level up, there is the man in the fire.
There may be a third level, but... who knows.
Since the moth mother named this dream egg "The Sun That Never Sets", it means that the theme of this nightmare must be this layer. In a sense, this decryption book is even spoiled by its name...
And Annan cannot die in this dungeon, otherwise he will really die; since Gray Craftsman knows that the old grandmother has woken up, and there is Zhiji watching outside, he cannot deliberately design to kill Annan... Then he didn't tell Annan at all before
The specific information about this nightmare is undoubtedly that the truth only needs a little bit to reveal, and there is no room for any spoilers.
——Then the truth of the story must be very simple.
For Annan... the fact that Gray Craftsman "chose not to spoil the story at all" itself has become another kind of spoiler.
When the sun set, Annan reincarnated back to the "old woman". And the doctor was still behind him, so at least this time was not the morning of the "next day" before.
According to Annan's understanding, this nightmare should have a "soft rage" mechanism.
Because every time he enters a new identity, the information Annan obtains and his field of vision will increase exaggeratedly. This kind of preferential treatment cannot be without cost - when Annan experiences everyone's perspective, he will definitely be able to unlock
All mysteries.
Then its difficulty must lie in Annan's inability to obtain complete information.
If Annan had not found the final "murderer" in eight reincarnations - or seven or even six reincarnations, then he might really die here.
Of course, there are six chances...
In fact, Annan already has a rough idea in his mind now.
If everything goes well, Annan will be able to complete the decryption by the time the third project begins.
"Doctor," Annan imitated the old woman's cackle of laughter and whispered to the strong man behind him, "you seem to have something to say."
"...Is it that obvious?"
The doctor smiled bitterly and said: "I'm really sorry...
"Do you have to tell the truth?"
"I hope so."
Annan replied.
The doctor sighed and said softly: "Old woman, you know your body... to some extent, right?"
Annan remained silent and waited for the doctor to continue.
"No matter what, I'll have to have an operation tomorrow."
The doctor said seriously: "Otherwise, it will be too late.
"But even if it is surgery, there is no guarantee that it will end smoothly."
"In other words, I might die on the operating table tomorrow...right?"
Annan said softly.
The strong doctor said solemnly: "You are right. But I will try my best..."
"No need to say this, doctor."
Annan interrupted him and let out a deep laugh: "Of course I believe you.
"But do you...really believe in yourself?"
After hearing Annan's confused words, the doctor was silent for a moment.
Annan continued: "Besides, there is another thing tomorrow...do you still remember it?"
"Ah, yes."
The doctor sighed: "Indeed, I once promised this...but I am destined to break my promise."
Annan's heart moved.
He turned his head slightly and whispered: "You should decide to continue like this."
"It's too late."
The doctor sighed: "He regards me as a hero, but I am just a deserter.
"Tomorrow is the day we agreed on, but I..."
"Are you going to run away?"
Annan asked sharply: "We are now still unable to face the past?"
To ordinary people, such words are not very polite and may arouse hostility.
But Annan's current identity can be said to be just that - the reason is very simple, because his current identity is that of an old lady who is about to burp. Even if she says some impolite words, she can still be understood and tolerated by others.
So, the doctor standing behind Annan pushing the wheelchair just smiled bitterly.
He sighed and whispered: "Because I am a coward... I am a despicable and shameful deserter.
"How I escaped from the battlefield...now I will escape just like that at home.
"Like a dog."
"Aren't you still going to find your son?"
Annan asked further.
But the doctor didn't reply, just silent.
He was basically certain that the doctor was the "hero father" he saw on the first note.
Then conversely infer... the identity of the owner of the first note can basically be confirmed.
So Annan asked in an inductive manner: "Actually, I think he might have recognized you a long time ago. Otherwise, he wouldn't be particularly silent in front of you."
"He was very silent."
The doctor argued.
And this remark is basically equivalent to admitting that the "tinker" is his son - among the eight people in the village, only the tinker is the most silent.
So Annan chuckled and made the final confirmation: "That's right. Because the only thing he can't cultivate well is his heart."
"……It was my fault."
There was no surprise. The doctor was silent for a while and then sighed: "He thought I was dead. He thought the pocket watch I sent back that was damaged in the explosion was my relic..."
"Okay," Annan interrupted, "it's time for us to go eat."
"Don't you have anything else to do?"
the doctor asked.
Annan sneered silently.
"certainly."
he replied.
The next moment, Annan appeared at her sister's house with the doctor.
However, at this time Annan clearly realized that the timeline had changed.
The "old woman", "doctor" and "tinker" who were supposed to arrive were not here. And "Abo" and "Huangmao" who should have arrived earlier have not arrived yet.
Annan and the doctor became the first wave of people to arrive!
"I'm going to see that."
He raised his voice, pointed at the note on the wall, and said loudly to the doctor.
This is also a kind of temptation.
as expected.
The doctor was a little confused.
"What are you watching? The radio."
he asked.
Apparently, he didn't even notice the notes on the radio.
It's as if they never existed in the first place.
"Yeah, radio."
Annan responded and said, "Let me see if it can still be used."
Annan, who was unable to move on his own, was pushed by the doctor to the radio.
Annan reached out and fumbled randomly on the radio, looking at the note on the wall with his peripheral vision.
Surprisingly... even the note was different this time!
The note that was supposed to be the philosopher's had a bloody handprint on it, but this time it turned out to be another note with a black circle on it.
Annan looked carefully at the only different piece of paper:
"I don't want to live like this anymore."
The handwriting was messy and dirty, and the note was slightly wrinkled: "I've had enough, I've really had enough!
"I don't want to work a day anymore! I don't want to see that old woman's face again! I was supposed to live a wonderful and interesting life, but why - why did it have to be me and not someone else?
"Every night it's a rush - I just don't want to work and I want to have money, what's the problem? The work is never-ending, it never ends... Every day I look at her as if she's going to die,
But I have been waiting for more than half a month, and I waited even longer before, but she still hangs on!
"Tomorrow...wait for tomorrow. I must have a good talk with that old woman tomorrow...find someone to replace me. I think the old man is good, and they are a perfect match. The short-lived man and the bad old man are a perfect match.
"——If it doesn't work, kill her. Just suffocate her in the wheelchair with a pillow and let her suffocate to death. Anyway, she was already dying, and no one would suspect that it was me.
"Okay, let's do this."
The handwriting on the note gradually changed from chaos to order.
Just like its owner's thoughts, it gradually becomes clear.