absurd deduction game.

The Doll Merchant is an amoral but polite facial paralysis.

After being rejected, the businessman didn't say anything, and gave Yu Xing the hotel room number for tonight as agreed, and stayed where he was waiting without further entanglement.

There were several Yu Xing dolls on his trolley. Yu Xing counted them and found that it was almost the deadline, but there were still two people who failed to submit the dolls.

It seems that some people can't finish today's game and are going to sleep on the street.

His eyes flashed, and he silently glanced at Hua Subai who seemed to know nothing.

Yu Xing couldn't be sure for a while whether the other party collected more than 80 dolls because of some kind of mental illness brain circuit and collection addiction, or to trick others into sleeping on the street and try out the consequences of being picked up by residents as sacrifices tomorrow.

"What are you looking at me for? Let's go." Hua Subai rolled up his sleeves and smiled, just looking at this very deceptive face, no one would have thought of the color of the heart under this skin.

The four returned to the hotel.

The journey was very smooth, without any accidents.

Pushing open the door of the hotel again, with last night's hotel mission as a basis, the few people saw the old owner sitting in the hall gloomyly this time, and they were only full of regret.

The owner showed kindness when he was young, but he is lonely when he is old.

The light in the hotel was still dim, but to them, it was no longer scary.

Zhang Yu stepped forward and knocked on the counter, and when the old shopkeeper's gaze shifted from the storybook, he couldn't help but speak softly: "Old man, stay at the shop."

The old man stared at them for a moment, and seemed to recognize them: "It's still you."

Once familiar and second familiar, the old man took their notes, took a closer look at them by candlelight for a while, and threw them a few room keys.

They walked to the corridor at the back, passed the corner, and suddenly had the feeling that there were a lot of people alive today.

The players who got the room gathered in the room in twos and threes, most of them left the door open, discussing the safety of the hotel.

Yu Xing came to his newly assigned room and opened the door with a key, only to find that the layout inside was completely different from last night.

According to his impression, this room should be the room of the "two pharmacist brothers" last night. At that time, there was a strong sense of division in the room. On one side was the most favorable living conditions in a difficult environment, and on the other side was the bed with the lingering smell of medicine and a sense of despair.

But now, this room is the same as the original room that no one lived in. Everything has been cleared, only the simplest furnishings such as the bed and desk remain.

In the emptiness, the papers on the bed stand out.

Yu Xing picked up the piece of paper that hadn't appeared last night, and glanced down.

【Hotel check-in rules】

[[-]. You must wear red clothes to sleep at night. 】

[Two, you must go to bed after ten o'clock, and don't open your eyes no matter what sounds you hear. 】

[Third, if you hear someone talking at night, no matter what the content is, don’t listen to it, you just need to sleep. 】

[Four, don't drop by after nine o'clock. 】

[[-]. Wait until the bell rings seven times, please open your eyes to welcome the arrival of Ruixue Festival!Let's celebrate! 】

There are five rules in total, except for the fifth rule, the first four rules are like undeniable orders.

Yu Xing chuckled lightly.

If this is a copy of a rule-like ghost talk, or if the power of the [book] is very powerful, then you can still listen to the content on the paper.

But he already understood the world view, and analyzed the content of the curse of the sacred tree in advance. Looking at these rules, he only felt that the intention was too easy to understand.

The first is to let the players sleep in the ritual costumes they made themselves. If you are not sure about the dangers of doing so and want to avoid the trap, you can only dye the clothes red with blood. No matter whose blood it is, it is conducive to creating chaos.

Two, three, and four are to divide the players, block the communication channels of the players, and create opportunities for the curse of the sacred tree.

If a person who doesn't know the curse of the sacred tree obeys these rules, his teammates may think it's a ghost's trick if they want to wake him up from his cognitively distorted dream.

Lucky to remind in advance, presumably no one will be recruited.

Yu Xing folded the paper casually and threw it on the table. Nine o'clock came soon, and the players who were discussing the rules in other people's rooms were stuck in the last minute to return to their own rooms, closed the door, and made their own preparations.

Yu Xing also closed the door, and then took a good look at the bloodstain on the back of his hand.

This is Zhang Yu's blood.

The curse in the blood became more and more noisy, showing a kind of excitement about to come.

A cold feeling covered the skin, a temperature that would make ordinary people shiver.

Yu Xing just moved his fingers, and the meridian protruded and then calmed down. He sat on the bed, closed his eyes and felt the existence of the wooden sign.

Since Zhang Yu's curse was transferred, the connection with that wooden sign was naturally transferred to him. He immediately understood Zhang Yu's wish written on the wooden sign, and had a certain anticipation of the false memory that the sacred tree might create.

Come early, God tree.

Come early, he can solve it earlier, go to bed earlier, and then usher in tomorrow's ending.

Thinking of this, Yu Xing simply changed into the ritual attire—this was the only rule he planned to abide by, because it was related to tomorrow's festival, and there might be other strange rules involved.

After changing his clothes, he lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in one go, achieving the achievement of going to bed an hour earlier than the rule.

……

In the middle of the night, Yu Xing was awakened by the cold feeling on the back of his hand.

He didn't open his eyes for a while, knowing that the curse was coming.

Did any of his wishes come true?

The false part must be found in the memory immediately, otherwise, the Divine Tree will come to him to charge the "price".

Of course, as he himself said, there is no need for him to suffer from cognitive distortions, as long as he uses his curse power to directly suppress the piracy curse of the Divine Tree, everything will be solved easily.

But Yu Xing just wanted to have some fun for the boring night.

Moreover, Qianjie's cognitive ability has to be faced when entering Yinyang City, so let's exercise it.

A piece of memory was quickly filtered out of Yu Xing's mind, focusing on the emotional aspects.

Hmm... He does have a good impression of some people, but the memories of every time he gets along with each other can be matched, and it should not be distorted.

He is single.

He has no marriage partner.

He doesn't have little kids and kids moms he has to be responsible for.

Ok……

In this way, his life in memory is as happy as ever, his teammates are his friends, his scripts are bought and made into movies, his paintings are hard to buy, his sculptures are full of agility, and his life is as free as a bird.

and many more.

And what about his hatred?
Yu Xing's temples twitched, and within five seconds of sinking, he found the point of contradiction.

wrong.

He is not a happy man.

Only by controlling himself can he not hurt his teammates, his script is to achieve the purpose of getting close to the investigation target, his paintings are dark and grotesque, and his sculptures are shattered in every dangerous and sad memory.

His life was blessed with "eternal life".

Struggling like a prisoner.

The false memory was full of loopholes, and Yu Xing opened his eyes in the dark night.

In the shadows, there seemed to be a snake shadow rushing out and hiding.

It turns out that cognitive distortion likes to completely change a person the most, and after the target is on guard, find another tricky angle to avoid the defense of the target's brain.

understood.

Yu Xingchang knew it.

The goal has been achieved, and the "price" has not had time to be collected from him, and it has been directly invalidated from the shattering of the "wish".

The hidden shadow was about to leave, and the silent black was like a snake and a twisted braid.

Yu Xing rolled his eyes leisurely, and black lines suddenly appeared.

A voice with a smile sounded faintly: "Don't leave when you come, little braided girl."

(End of this chapter)