Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 321 Begin with a plan

Xin Ziqiu heard the strange man's name, but there was no emotion on his face, he just nodded mechanically:
"Good night, Luo Hu..."

After speaking, he pulled up the quilt and fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

……

When he woke up again, it was already a dusk filled with sunset.

Outside the window, the colorful clouds in the distance are trimmed with gold, like a burning flame, dyeing the entire sky red.

The afterglow of the setting sun came in through the rusty window and shone on Xin Ziqiu's bewildered face, half-bright and half-shady.

He sat up on the bed, with a terrible headache, and his mind went blank.

In a daze, he only remembered that his name was "Xiaodong".

This room is my own home.

And his daily job is to teach the younger siblings downstairs.

Taking care of those children who are waiting to be fed and imparting knowledge to them is the only meaning of my existence.

I don't know how many years have passed in such a cycle of life without change...

Thinking of those naughty and cute children, Xin Ziqiu showed a relieved and doting smile on his face.

As "Xiao Dong", he is very satisfied with his current life.

When he was falling into memories, suddenly, bursts of burning pain came from his arm, interrupting his meditation.

Xin Ziqiu pulled open his sleeves, his expression froze.

He saw the criss-crossed scars on it, which was shocking, but they formed small crooked characters:
"Don't trust her..."

"I will lose my memory here!"

"Attracting children's attention can restore memory!"

Xin Ziqiu looked at the handwriting on his arm, and his brows were tightly knit into the word "Chuan".

What does it mean?
The hints left by myself in this self-harm way must be very important.

He suppressed the severe headache and tried hard to think:
Am I really amnesiac?But I clearly know my identity, and I still remember many things in my mind...

Children, Aunt Yun, everything is so real...

no, no...

The wound still hasn't healed, it's obviously just left, but why can't I remember it at all?

Obviously, this shows that part of his memory is missing.

Xin Ziqiu quickly caught an omission, and this flaw should be the clue he left on purpose.

He remembered his daily life here, but he couldn't remember the scars he left just now, which meant that the writing on his arm was correct, but the memory in his brain was not reliable.

After Xin Ziqiu figured this out, he knew that although everything was just inference and lacked direct evidence, he decided to stop trusting any of his own memories from now on.

Even names and identities.

He rubbed his temples, got off the bed calmly, looked at the strange man sitting on the bed opposite him and asked:

"You are 9527, Luo Hu?"

The man looked over with empty eyes and nodded blankly.

Xin Ziqiu asked again:

"Then do you know who I am?"

The weirdo tilted his head and said in a hoarse voice:

"You are Xiaodong."

Hearing this, Xin Ziqiu frowned, slightly puzzled.

If according to his own conclusion, the memories in his head are all wrong, then he shouldn't be "Xiaodong" at all.

But why does Luo Hu, who lives in the same room as him, call him that?
But he changed his mind, since "he will lose his memory here", then this Luo Hu's memory is probably as full of holes as his own.

It seems that it is unrealistic to expect this person to provide him with some reliable information.

He touched himself subconsciously, trying to find any other clues.

Soon, he took out a piece of ancient jade with five or six different colors from his trouser pocket.

Xin Ziqiu took this piece of jade in his hand and rubbed it lightly. He only felt that it was cold and smooth in his hand. It was obviously a rare treasure, but he couldn't remember where he got the ancient jade anyway. He just vaguely felt that it was a Very important clue.

However, this once again proved that a large part of his memory was missing, and it may even have been tampered with a lot.

How can I find out my true memory?

Xin Ziqiu set his gaze on another line:
"Attracting children's attention can restore memory!"

This is probably the way he specially left to break the situation.

Looking at these words, his thoughts turned, and he suddenly had a few ideas...

……

While Xin Ziqiu was using the only clues to figure out a countermeasure, the door of the room opened.

A middle-aged woman with a bloated horse face opened the door and came in. She was neatly dressed in a white gown, meticulously.

The woman looked at Xin Ziqiu and said:

"Xiaodong, it's almost time for class, don't be late."

As she spoke, Xin Ziqiu felt a strong sense of dizziness, as if he had suddenly fallen into a quagmire, and wanted to bow his head and obey from the bottom of his heart.

He instinctively wanted to rely on willpower to resist, but this kind of hypnotic power was too strong. After struggling for a few seconds, he was completely occupied by "Xiaodong" personality, and his eyes became dazed.

"Okay, Aunt Yun..."

Xin Ziqiu followed the woman step by step, from the third floor to the second floor, and came to the spacious and gloomy classroom again.

At this time, in the room, all the children were already in their positions. When they saw someone entering the door, they cast their eyes all over the place, staring straight at him.

Their faces were dull, and although they looked at Xin Ziqiu, their eyes were unfocused, they looked dazed and unfocused, and they didn't concentrate at all, as if they were sleepwalking.

But in Xin Ziqiu's eyes, the younger brothers and sisters are all naive, innocent, and their innocent smiles heal people's hearts.

He was in a good mood, walked up to the podium with a smile, picked up the pointer and tapped on the blackboard and said:

"Brothers and sisters, what we are going to explain today is..."

Before he could finish speaking, the children below suddenly yelled sharply:
"Brother Xiaodong, I haven't talked about yesterday's homework!"

"A regular heptadegon is inscribed in a circle, how can such a complex figure be made with only a ruler and compass!"

"Brother Xiaodong is too much. You only talked about how to inscribe a regular triangle and a regular pentagon. After we have learned so little, we have to leave such a difficult homework. How could we do it?"

"..."

These children chattered and began to complain about Xin Ziqiu.

And as they kept complaining, their little faces began to twist and hide, their pupils rolled up, revealing large whites of their eyes, and they fixed on Xin Ziqiu on the stage, describing it as terrifying, as if they were going to rush up to him at any moment. Tear it to shreds.

However, even though the whole classroom was plunged into shocking panic, Xin Ziqiu felt confident.

Under the gaze of the children, he felt that he was slowly regaining clarity, and many logical memories resurfaced.

He is not Xiaodong, but the traveler Xin Ziqiu, who is currently in a mysterious and mysterious area in the realm of floating life.

If you want to break the game, you must find out and master the so-called "power of rules" here.

But he didn't know anything about this place, so he could only try a little bit while he was still sane.

With a thought in mind, Xin Ziqiu started his temptation.

He said calmly:

"The basic public law and principles of drawing with a ruler and compass have been taught to you, and none of the homework I left is beyond the scope of teaching. In theory, you can do it..."

As he spoke, he casually picked a child and said:
"You, come up and answer the solution to this homework problem..."

……

(End of this chapter)