I Create Weirdness in Parallel Worlds

Mengsi tore up the photos bit by bit, crumpled them up and put them away carefully, "The strangeness in your eyes just now is not fake, of course I can see it, but from your performance just now, I know that no matter what I say, you won't I will leave that inn. Now you probably have discovered the specialness of the inn and want to investigate. How can I prevent you from committing suicide? How about we establish a cooperative relationship at the beginning, you satisfy your curiosity, and help How about I finish my work?"

"Benefits?" Wang Li asked.

"Isn't it even voluntary work? Besides, I'm telling you such an important thing. What if you stay in a daze and become a missing person who is not recorded?"

"Then there's nothing to say, it's just your initial suspicion. Even if you firmly insist that there is something wrong with the hotel, what can an illegal detective like you do? Call the police to search?" Wang Li sneered, "But it depends on you For the sake of telling me these things, I can tell you one thing, if there is really something wrong with the place we live in, even if we ask people to search it, we won’t be able to find any traces.”

"And what do you know?" Meng Si got up and asked, wanting to keep Wang Li who was about to leave.

"Sorry, I have no plans to cooperate yet. When you tell me your true identity, we will discuss the next step. If something happens, I will not be the first person to be targeted." Wang Li As he said that, after eating and drinking enough to watch the sun gradually setting, he didn't have any more interest in continuing activities.

He will not become more distressed by what Mengsi said, but he will not relax either. He has indeed seen something special, which cannot be concealed.

But if you really keep doubting it just because you see the traces left on the order plate, this suspicion is somewhat too sensitive.

Before Meng Si began to confess, Wang Li didn't want to say anything to the other party. The other party was the person who had the most information and had a clear purpose. Compared with other people who didn't know the truth, Meng Si was acting with a strong purpose. Si is the one to keep a distance from.

In the few conversations just now, Wang Li wanted to reach out his hand to secretly perceive the memory of the other party a few times, but Meng Si always kept a physical distance from him. Be vigilant, and it can also be said that even subconsciously, you are deliberately keeping a distance from other people.

In retrospect, when Mengsi reached out and patted Wang Li's shoulder in the aisle of the hotel just now, he was also separated by a body distance. He obviously wanted to make contact with people, but subconsciously kept away, which meant that this 'detective' ' is extraordinary in itself.

Back in the hotel again, the two of them seemed to meet each other by chance again, and it seemed that the conversation just now didn't have much impact.

Just when the two of them went upstairs at about the time of separation, they saw a downcast girl who pushed the door and walked in. She was thin and her bare skin was slightly bruised and scratched by branches and weeds.

"Looks like another problem student." Mengsi said with a sigh, "Don't current students need to attend classes?"

Indeed, as Mons said, a student should not be in this place when there is no vacation.

Wang Li looked over and found that the girl was rarely in embarrassment, standing there awkwardly, keeping her eyes on the small reminder at the front desk, "check in first and pay later".

"It's not because of that?" Meng Si also realized at this time, "But she doesn't seem like a rich person, can't she pay?"

"In this world, some things are free." Wang Li stood aside and said.

I only heard the girl say something, and the man not far away said something again. The man quickly tried his best to smile, nodded, and called the aunt who had already taken off her cleaning clothes.

"Don't ask about the world, decades in the mountains." Mengsi whispered to Wang Li, he heard the whispers of men and girls talking in the distance.

"Is it a password?" Wang Li's eyes suddenly became interesting.

"Do you know what Shanchuan made his fortune and what he became famous for?" Meng Si asked.

"I know." Wang Li nodded.

The two stood in front of the freezer, pretending to choose a drink, and observed everything behind through the reflective glass.

When the aunt who had changed into her daily clothes came over, she greeted the girl kindly, looked at the girl's height patiently, gave her some food and a change of clothes, and then gave her a room card.

"For charity?" Wang Li asked while holding a bottle of green tea.

"Do you know what's in the mountains?" Mengsi asked again.

"School?"

"How do you know, you've already visited?" Mengsi asked in surprise.

"I walked through the town today, but I didn't see the shadow of the school. Since I couldn't find a gathering place for people's activities, it was probably near the mountain. It happened that there were traces of other supporting facilities, so I guessed it naturally. "Wang Li said disapprovingly.

"You are very talented as a detective." Meng Si praised casually.

"Part of Shanchuan's information has never been blocked. If you don't even understand these things, you are really hopeless." After speaking, Wang Li walked to the front desk to check out, and walked upstairs slowly.

Wang Li returned to the door, and just as he was about to open the door, he saw the girl standing outside the door in a panic, picking up something from the ground.

The two looked at each other, the girl stood up slowly, and said awkwardly, "You ran out too?"

Chapter 213 Chapter 190 Eight Returning to the Mountains and Rivers

Wang Li didn't know what the girl in front of him was doing, did they know each other?

He definitely didn't know each other, Wang Li had already completely cut off his relationship with people, as long as he left Yuanhai, he wouldn't know anyone on this land.

"I just arrived in Shanchuan today." Wang Li said simply, without too much embarrassment.

Even the girl herself noticed that her behavior just now was actually very neurotic, so she silently shut her mouth.

The girl seemed to have not communicated with anyone for a long time, so she couldn't help but speak out what was in her heart when they looked at each other.

Everyone has the idea of ​​wanting to communicate with others, but the girl's behavior is a bit strange, but it is quite in line with the influence of the mountains and rivers on people.

Wang Li watched the girl pick up a plastic card from the floor. She covered everything on it with her palm, and couldn't see any useful content, but Wang Li didn't have to be interested in the privacy that others tried to maintain.

It's not good to commit crimes in person, and the relationship between them is just strangers who accidentally stayed in the same hotel.

Just when the two of them were deadlocked in place, and Wang Li was about to say something to end the unfamiliar and awkward conversation, the aunt who was downstairs just now came upstairs, and the embarrassment was temporarily relieved.

Wang Li returned to the room step by step, not bothering to monitor what the people not far away were saying.

I just realized that Wang Li wanted to take advantage of this time to do something, as long as he did it.

For the people in the room not long ago, Wang Li wanted to know, if there are people who have been living until they die, will they have their feelings about mountains and rivers in the farewell book they wrote before they died? Evaluate the environment in which you live before you die.

But unfortunately, Wang Li didn't get anything. These people who have grown up in the mountains and rivers for a long time are accustomed to the environment they grew up in. Everything is normal, and they didn't have anything good to say about the mountains and rivers before they died.

So to put it another way, if people who have been outside the mountains and rivers and didn't come back until they were dying, would they have any different ideas?

If someone really went out artificially, what reason would they leave?

Wang Li was really curious. He never knew what the people in this land of mountains and rivers were thinking.

He doesn't understand the thoughts of the locals, and he still doesn't know the thoughts of those outsiders who come here for a certain purpose.

It seems that Wang Li needs to find a reasonable reason for himself to work in the mountains and rivers. In special times, special things are the objects of capture.

[Book of Farewell to the World] Although it is possible to reproduce a copy of the thoughts left by others before they died, people like this will become more and more greedy as time goes by and how much they get. Even Wang Li No exception.

With the thought of wanting to see more, it is impossible to let yourself stop.

If [Book of Farewell to the World] can only see part of the thoughts of the dead, then he has something in his hand that can see all the thoughts of the living.

People who take mountains and rivers as the origin and end of life will always get information about the ending of life, although they are different in this process.

You are still going on throughout the night, Wang Li is standing by the bed in the room, looking at the high mountain with twinkling lights not far away, artificial street lights are lit in the mountain, illuminating a road.

As if looking at the night scene outside the window, Wang Li suddenly came to his senses. If his memory is correct, he pulled the curtains again when he left.

But now the curtain was partly lifted, allowing him to see the night scene ahead just by looking forward.

Wang Li gently pressed the transparent glass of this window forward, but nothing changed, as if no one had opened it.

At first, Wang Li didn't know how the surrounding air was like, and he didn't want to let the small bugs in the mountains fly in. He never opened the window, and the scenery outside the window was not much beautiful, but when he came back, the dark curtains were still slightly dimmed. move.

Wang Li tried to pull the curtains, and found that the pulleys hanging above showed no signs of loosening, nor did they produce any inclinations, so why did they slip quietly when he went downstairs for dinner?

Wang Li didn't quite understand this, but the movements in his hands didn't stop, and all the changes were recorded in his mind.

"Has anyone been here?"

Maybe there is, maybe not. I think it’s just a hotel, and I don’t need to pay special attention to the movements of the surrounding environment. Just before leaving, the general impression of my room is that Wang Li didn’t even record it, because I didn’t read it, I didn’t listen to it, and I didn’t want to. , [Memory Library] does not have any cognition.

Because even the line of sight has not been focused, there is no need to think about the results that can be obtained from the blurred records. The body's instinct is to record, but at least it needs to stay for a long time.

Looking back now, it seems that when he returned to his room and felt the familiar breath of life, Wang Li was either in a daze, or he was thinking about how to move in the mountains and rivers, or continue to sleep.

Now that someone had been in the room, Wang Li carefully recorded the layout of his room. There was a TV in front of the bed, a simple shelf by the window, and a bathroom. It seemed nothing special.

Simply close your eyes and wait for everything to pass. Anyway, with the passage of time, many things will come to light.

If there is anything special about the hotel area, Wang Li has never been the most dangerous person.

Adventure in the forest, if you encounter a monster that eats people together with your companions, then the only requirement to survive is not other beings, but to run much faster than your companions behind you, Wang Li is now leading at the finish line people.

Whether it is a man who calls himself a detective or a female student with scars, they are no match for Wang Li in terms of survival. Of course, he can let go of any special changes.

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Now is the time when people from all families fall into deep sleep, but when human beings are asleep, those who cannot sleep are still saying goodbye to the world.

There is an incomprehensible throbbing in everyone's heart, and the special emotion that comes out is even more annoying to death.

For some people, leaving the place where they were born and raised for a long time will bring back the thoughts of the past in their hearts, and return to the original point again. It is nostalgia, and they will think about why they left in the first place again.

In the early morning, Macron was standing in an old community, walking up the corridor step by step.

He found that his heart had become extremely heavy, even though he had made long-term mental preparations, he felt that he was already a person who was about to forget, an outsider who gradually felt strange to everything around him.

But when a sense of nostalgia gradually rose in my heart, I saw that there were still not many changes around the walls, the aisles of the stairs, and even the gradually yellowing colors, all were so memorable...

In the past, because of an accident, Macron ran away from the mountains and rivers where he grew up, crazily escaped from the life of the mountains and rivers, and disappeared in this world. No one can find him.

But now he has returned to the mountains and rivers again. This is a change in mentality, and it is also time that makes people more mature, and it is inseparable from the repeated time in Yongsheng Village.

Unlike when he wore a white coat and pretended to be a doctor in the village, Macron has already changed into cool summer clothes and short sleeves.

He stood in front of a family's door, and looked at his hands with some hesitation. The original purple-black skin had already disappeared completely. He completed a new rebirth, and once again turned back to an ordinary-looking person.

Even for Macron, it is the result of a long and painful process, but it is all worth it, and it is the end of his farewell over the years.

Macron stood in front of the door for a long time, took out the key in his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole. After turning, the door opened quickly.

The whole living room is clean and bright, without too much dust floating in the warm light, it seems that someone is cleaning frequently.

However, there was no one in the living room. He fell asleep and forgot to turn off the light, or went out.

Macron's footsteps were very light, and he didn't know what to do for a while. He just dragged his heavy steps and walked to his former bedroom step by step. He turned the doorknob, pushed the door and entered. lights.

He saw an old woman with gray hair looking at a photo in her hand with a sad expression, muttering to herself as if she was whispering something that only she could hear.

Noticing Macron who had come back at this moment, the woman on the bed wanted to say something, and Macron also wanted to say something, but the two didn't know what to say, and just looked at each other for a long time.

In Macron's former room, his mother is holding a photo of the past, a group photo of a family of three, but she is the only one left in the originally lively room.

Macron's elderly mother trembled slightly, but after a long time she calmed down again, let out a long turbid breath, and said, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

The first sound was to Macron, who opened the door in front of him with an apologetic face, and the second sound was to a man in the photo who could no longer wait any longer.

Tonight is the night destined to meet again, and it is the night that Macron dared to return after spending a lot of courage.

The mother who saw the child returned to her side had tears in her eyes at the moment, but smiled again, wiping away the tears that were about to overflow her eyes.

She doesn't need to know why Macron disappeared all these years. She only knows that she has fulfilled her promise with her husband and finally waited for her back.

The two were talking in the small room. When Macron saw the photo in his mother's hand, he suddenly realized that his father was dead.