"Are you here to look for the old man?" The old lady spoke slowly, her voice a little hoarse.

She sat there, but she was lifeless, like a shell, all the emotions passed away with Miss Song, and now she is just a walking dead.

Qing Chuan was standing at the door, with one hand still on the door, with a gentle smile on her face, like a harmless little girl.

"Old lady, you cut paper, and I cut paper too, but no matter how beautiful the paper I cut, it can't move. I want to know, how did you cut your paper alive."

"Ha..."

Come into my heart. They don't allow me to resent, they don't allow me to hate, they only allow me to be like a wooden puppet, quiet and silent... Resentment and hatred are burning like fire in my belly. "

She stood up, "You cut yourself into pieces, and you can't pick them up, what living things can't be cut?"

Qing Chuan saw that black gas condensed on her fingertips.

It was the breath of death, with a rotten smell.

Make a little black rain.

Qing Chuan 'sees' the white paper slightly showing ink marks, the ink marks are looming, and there seems to be a pair of blood-red eyes in the middle, like a woman crying blood.

It came to life.

Born out of resentment.

Qing Chuan raised his eyes to look at the old lady, but saw the old man smiling strangely, his eyes were already black, without pupils or whites, like an endless abyss.

She has been enchanted, and she cannot extricate herself from it.

"I am a mother without a child, she is a child without a mother, in this small yard, we are mother and daughter. She likes to stay by my side since she was a child, and I show her the sky The Cowherd and Weaver Girl. My son likes to listen to stories outside, so I go to find stories outside every day. My son wants to learn to calligraphy, but I smashed my head at the door of my wife and asked for a female gentleman.”

"She's smart and learns everything quickly. If she's a boy, she might be able to take the top spot."

Her cheeks twitched, and the good memories warmed her smile. But the eyes are still a cloud of ink, black and lifeless.

"My son is benevolent and filial, she said that she will take me out in the future and give me retirement. I look forward to my son marrying a good family, and I can raise her children in the future. My scissors, this book It's time to cut a double happiness, they won't give me a chance. The Song family can't tolerate us, so I will cut out the word 'sacrifice' for them one by one and send them on their way!"

They flew away like sharp swords, and like a cloud of ink falling to the ground, bursting and splashing.

She didn't just want her life, she wanted the Song Mansion to be buried with her.

If people are desperate to the extreme, they will not care about morality and reason. Song Mansion is definitely not guilty of all sins, but she has been enchanted, and she can only see evil in her eyes, but not good.

These blue-faced people were extremely fast, and they formed a phantom in front of him.

Qing Chuan no longer hesitated, a short whip condensed in the palm of his hand.

The tip of the short whip burned from the tail to the handle in an instant, Qingchuan was like holding a fire dragon. He stretched out his hand and swung it, and the whip left a thick scorch mark on a paper figurine, and sparks flickered near the wound, as if it touched oil and burned.

No matter how fast a few paper figurines are, Yu Qingchuan only takes a few seconds.

But it's too late.

There is no chance of recovery.

The old lady didn't want to kill him, she just wanted to stop him.

In these few seconds, there was nothing in the wastebasket, and all the paper figurines left, and they went to find their prey with the last order left by their master.

The old man was sitting on the chair, his hands were drooping, there was a strange smile on his face, his dark eyes were wide open, and he had lost his breath.

She died.

I don't know why she died.

Qingchuan heard screams not far away, but the screams stopped soon, and now it's terribly quiet. There was an orange light in the distant sky, the light from the flames. Is it on fire?

He thumped the table, those paper figures were extremely fast, and now most of them have succeeded, it seems that there is no point for him to go.

Unspeakable sadness enveloped the land.

He didn't lose the game or because many people died. It was very sudden, I felt the last resort and regret in the world.

He once again recalled that his eyes were full of blood in his childhood, Qingchuan had not tried this kind of powerlessness for a long time.

Many things are difficult to describe with right or wrong. Black and white is the child's perspective, and they have been standing in a gray area.

Anything is different for others than for yourself.

In the hand of the old lady, there is a paper figure that has not been cut. Qingchuan took it and found out why it was not finished.

This is a silhouette of a woman, like a shadow projected on the wall, there is no specific facial features, but you will think that this is a very beautiful girl.

With a warm breath, it seems that you can still hear the laughter like silver bells on the paper.

This is, Miss Song?

Maybe she wanted to cut out her dead child, but she was reluctant to let her appear as a monster. If the old lady is cruel and has her huge emotional energy, this should be her most powerful paper figurine.

But I am reluctant, the last knife, no matter what.

The emotion of being a mother pulled her last warmth.

Qingchuan seemed to see wandering and hesitation, struggle and pain from the abruptly stopped fracture.

He stretched out his hand and slowly tore off the last connected residue with his fingernails.

This paper figure was placed in the old lady's hand.

He saw white fluorescence on the paper figurine, and a white phantom appeared there, that was the power of Qingchuan.

His mercy, his sympathy, and his blessings are all there.

'Love' for others.

The translucent woman slowly turned into a solid body, she nodded to Qing Chuan, and reached out to smooth the wrinkles between the old lady's eyebrows.

He saw the ink in those jet-black eyes receding quickly, and the eyes slowly closed. The translucent phantom broke free from the aged body.

'Mother, let's go. ’

The woman took the old lady's hand, and the sound of mother made the resentful old man become amiable. Her smile became a little more real, and there was no resentment on her face, only the treasure that was lost and found.

They all disappeared, and only the little paper figurines in the air floated unwillingly for a while and fell to the ground.

"Host, your skills have been upgraded." The system carefully drilled out.

"Oh."

After cleaning up the paper figurines in Song Mansion, and then helping to put out the fire, it is already five watch.

Except for the players like them, there are no living people in this big mansion.

Maybe there are innocents, but most of them are innocent. It's just too late, they are fast, the paper figures are faster, like a wind, blowing gently will kill people.

Who can guard against a wind?

None survived.

They returned to the inn, and another group of people arrived, sighing, and it seemed that Zhang San's death had not been prevented.

"The side story is not completed, but the mastermind behind the scenes has been found out, and the game is considered a success?"

"Forget it. There is no punishment for failure in this world, because failure means death. We have solved all those paper people, and the mastermind behind the scenes has also died, even if it is a success. But now I think of Song The situation at home is..." The curly-haired youth wiped his face, unable to continue.

People born and raised in peacetime, where have they seen such a tragedy?

"Oh oh oh -" I don't know where the rooster is crowing, a light is projected from the window, it turns out that it is dawn.

The tense nerves finally relax, everyone is extremely tired, and they can't wait to close their eyes and sleep.

Some packages fell from the sky, Qingchuan got a red package for the first time, which contained a pair of scissors, which looked very ordinary.

The red wrapping skin shook and turned into a piece of paper.

It reads: It was originally an instant healing prop, but it was replaced by scissors. Remember to find the right object for bad reviews.

And, this is a very ordinary pair of scissors, except that the paper cutting is fast and stable, there is no benefit. Luo Yuniang has a message for you, scissors for you, don't use your nails next time, the potholes are not even at all, and her paper is wasted.

Qing Chuan laughed for a while and put away the ordinary scissors.

The game is over, stand in line to divide the fruit.

He gave everyone a one-time stand-in prop, and invited them to go out of this world to China to play with him in the future, and then he was the first to leave here.

Staying is pointless, he's rested enough. Let's go to the next stop. I don't know why, but suddenly I miss Wei Ge.

Maybe life is too impermanent and limited in ability.

He wants to confirm the existence of the other party.

"Host, here is the new skill description:

Dimensional Clipper (mutation).

The plane is the body, cutting everything in the world, and the scissors are the pen, depicting endless changes. Men and women of the mortal world, the world is so difficult, why not have a big dream in my world?

Using plane paper-cutting to create a three-dimensional world, which has the advantages of both puppet and illusion, is a very good variation. "

Qing Chuan was mentally prepared, and he felt a little fuzzy when he started.

In other words, he can use the plane as a carrier to make a half-virtual and half-real puppet. The shape and ability of this puppet can be created and set by himself. It sounds like this is an auxiliary fighting profession. If you act with the demons in the shelter, there may be surprises.

"There is another piece of news. Weige has killed his superior and is attacking the superior. If he succeeds, he will try to pull you into a final boss, which is to dominate the whole horror The game place of the monsters in the game world, should you consider pushing the boss together?"

"It's more fun if Wei Ge becomes the final boss and I push him." He used his fingers as a comb to grab his hair into a big back and tie a bow, "He's working so hard over there, I can't slack off. Now. Tell Wei Ge, I'm on my way, anytime."

"Yes."

"My warriors, your mission is to rescue the princess from the evil dragon. Just rescue the princess and bring it back here. Anything you want, wealth, status, beauty , all at your fingertips.”

Honestly, I don't really see anything to worry about.

There is a sad couple behind him, looking like a king and a queen, dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing a gold crown. The king was comforting his wife, saying, "It will be all right, as long as the dragon is defeated."

Qingchuan looked around, there were 18 players, mixed races, and an Indian girl in sari.

There is no doubt that high-end game, no surprises.

There is also a leading NPC in the high-end game, so what type of game is this, obsession elimination? Not like. Escape, also not like. Only decryption remains.

So where are the puzzles? Is to find out the princess?

The old man on the stage had finished his tirade, he pointed to the east forest with his stick, and a small path could be seen faintly under the shade of the trees, "Go, warriors, this is the way to the dragon's castle. the way."

Eighteen reluctant warriors walked silently to the eastern forest.

"I seem to have heard of this game, it's a dark fairytale-style puzzle game," said a girl in a pink-haired Lolita costume, "I've always wanted to see it. But My friend said they were playing the game of saving Snow White, now it's time to save the Dragon Princess?"

She didn't seem afraid at all, and was eager to try.

“What’s the game like to save Snow White?” a middle-aged man asked.

"Well... props, or other information, can be exchanged." The pink-haired girl said her ultimate goal, "There is no free lunch in this world. I can guarantee that this The news is definitely worth the money.”

"How about it? Just a little price."

Several people expressed willingness to exchange.

"Ah, that's right." A boy who was chewing gum and had a strong sense of mixed blood suddenly spoke. He was not in a hurry to say it, he blew a bubble and waited until all eyes were on him before he could Slowly said:

"I just came from the rest station, and there is very interesting news. Recently, it seems that there is a big guy who can beat the boss. It turns out that there are people in the real world who have that mysterious power, free of charge Take Lie to win, and be generous, very generous, and give away rare props. Want to know the information about that person? Maybe you will meet him.”

"Would you like to exchange information?"

Qingchuan:…

He called the system, "I think he's talking about me."

"It's you. You are warm, considerate and generous."

The host's system answered without hesitation, it was very sincere, and it didn't look like a lie.

Qing Chuan, who got a satisfactory answer, invited the system back and watched the mixed-race teenager selling his information with a calm expression.

Players who are willing to exchange information and props set off again after the requirements are met, and the road is very calm. Except that the forest is a little dark and clammy, and there are some wild beasts, everything is beautiful.

Everyone is a high-end game player, and this kind of start is very friendly to them.

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After a while, a red-maned horse sprang out from the path at the end of the line of sight, and a man was lying on the horse's back. One person and one horse quickly ran to a position not far in front of the players. The man on the horse fell down. It was a soldier wearing leather armor, but his chest was torn and bleeding all the time.

"Warriors, kill the dragon, save, save the princess, she..."

Like the **** plot of all TV dramas, the soldier died after finishing the beginning. With just such a sentence, there is no hint, so what is the significance of this soldier's appearance?

"To remind us that the dragon is berserk now?"

The group continued to move forward, and more and more dead soldiers appeared, piles of blood, and the scene was very tragic. They have swords in their hands, but they don't seem to have a chance to shoot.

A player carefully inspected the wounds of those soldiers and spread out their hands, "The same as before, it is a laceration of the claws. Only physical injuries, no signs of poisoning, this is good news, the dragon's claws do not Poisonous."

"I remember that the dragon in the original fairy tale should have the property of breathing fire, so why is it a scratch?" The half-blooded boy frowned.

"I don't understand the fairy tale logic of those vicious dragons catching weak princesses. Why do dragons catch a princess, their species are completely different, it feels like we are catching a caterpillar. Whether the princess is beautiful or not is like the color of a caterpillar, it doesn't make any sense. So why arrest the princess?"

This is a good question that everyone wants to know.

They can't reproduce and improve their lives, and they won't eat them if they catch them. What does it want?

"This is a dark fairy tale, and I think it can be thought in all kinds of bizarre directions."

"Such as?"

"Are you serious? Will this size gap run through?"

"That's why it's a dark fairy tale."

"Perhaps it's because the princess' skin and tender meat taste better? Is the dragon a picky eater?"

Qingchuan felt that their brains were very novel.

It looks like a miniature to modern people.

Outside this mini castle, there is a black-skinned dragon more than ten meters long, which is so irritable that it is constantly breathing fire in all directions - this is really a fire-breathing dragon.

"I don't understand even more, this giant dragon is so big, why does it have nothing to do to build such a mini castle? Just to capture the princess and put it in, and take care of her to eat and drink, Is it fed up or doll control?"

"And how did it build this castle? Magic? Or a threat to humanity?"

"Why do you have to find logic in fairy tales?"

"Because this is not an ordinary fairy tale world, this is a fairy tale world of a puzzle game, logic is the key to solving the mystery."

Several people debated whether the fairy tale world should have logic or not. A few melon eaters found a shadow on the top of the castle.

"A princess?"

"If it's blonde, it should be."

“Not even Disney has played the blonde princess anymore”

"But in the past, blond hair was the standard for princesses. Later, because of 'political correctness', there were also many minority princesses, and the blond princess slowly withdrew from the stage. However, said The most standard fairy tale princess, of course, is blonde."

"Forget it, red hair is the symbol of blood."

The two almost quarreled.

"When it comes to the setting, I think of a setting that is often found in a fairy tale world. A magical forest, a master of the magical forest, the master controls the magical forest, and he can learn all about the forest. What's going on, everything." The pink-haired girl smiled meaningfully.

Qing Chuan looked over and exchanged glances with the girl.

The reminder has been given, and everyone is tacit.

Those people also quietly turned their eyes back and continued the nutritious quarrel.

The risk of puzzle games is relatively low, and everyone will relax a little. The three game categories are very interesting. Escape games test combat effectiveness, puzzle games test intelligence, and obsession elimination games test a person's emotional intelligence.

To a certain extent, those who can go all the way to the high-end game without being eliminated are not weak in these aspects. In reality, they have a high probability of being successful in their respective fields.

There is a saying that 'you need to be hard enough to strike iron', and conversely, if you are hard enough, you will not be so afraid, so everyone's mentality is very good, whether they can survive or not Very confident.

"It's time for us to work, guys."

Everyone quiet down.

"I think, we can each provide a clue or doubt that we have found, and summarize it. One for each person, try not to repeat with the previous person. It may be a little unfair to the people behind, so It's better to speak earlier."

An old man with a white beard made this suggestion, and everyone thought it was okay.

"I'll come first." The pink-haired Lolita girl spoke first, "I have some doubts about the soldier's wound. Since the dragon is obviously a magical creature, at least it can breathe fire. , so why are the soldiers all scratched? Is it just bad taste? Or to hide something?"

And then a man with brown skin full of nautical flavor, "I also have a discovery, footprints. There are messy human footprints on the ground, but unfortunately, I have not found the footprints of dragons. At first I thought it was flying and attacking humans, but there was a forest where the soldiers fell, and there was no room for a flying dragon. So, where did its footprints go?"

"It's the same problem of scratches." The person who checked the wounds of the soldiers before said, "According to the correct logic, even a giant dragon should have a difference between the hand and the hand, but it is very strange that, Some of the scratches on the soldiers were from the left paw, some were from the right paw.—By the way, I'm a junior in forensics in the real world."

"So, summary of the first question: Is the dragon we are looking for the same dragon that hurts soldiers?"

The pink-haired girl smiled especially meaningful.

"Boom—" Suddenly hearing a deafening roar, I saw the dragon flap its wings and spit out a long flame towards this side.

"My God, the behind-the-scenes are in a hurry!"

Everyone did not expect this attack to come, and just as they were about to avoid it, one person in the crowd raised his hand, and a pale golden mask wrapped them all.

The flames outside spread out on the mask, almost engulfing them all, but there was nothing inside, not even the temperature changed.

"Continue." said Qing Chuan, who opened the protective cover.

They thought that Qingchuan had used a protective prop, but they didn't think much of it, they just whispered twice that this person must have a lot of props, and it would not hurt to burn.

"I'll come to the second summary." The half-blood boy looked up at the castle in the distance, "In the beginning, except for the soldier who escaped, everyone else should have died, all of them were scratched. Then spray Isn't the setting of fire weird? Remember, I said that dragons 'should' have fire-breathing properties. It's like an unsuccessful patch. It's been eavesdropping on our conversations."

"Kill those soldiers, control the dragon, eavesdrop on our conversations, who is the real master of the forest, the real dragon?"