In the dungeon game, I influence all monsters with my strength

Chapter 9 9. Crying Little Boy

The young man nodded, "After being injured, he thought he was the one who died, but he also thought that he couldn't die, so you saw two of him at that time."

It's impossible to believe everything in the letter. Many of his words are too far-fetched, but Jiang Yingbai doesn't intend to expose him until he understands his purpose.

"I understand, now let's talk about why you came to me," Jiang Yingbai explained, "I mean, since you have the ability to hurt him, why did you come to me."

The young man was silent for a while before replying, "The person under control couldn't kill him. He was very angry at the time and shouted 'You are not my family', and then he killed everyone present."

Jiang Yingbai immediately asked, "Then why are you okay?"

The young man laughed out loud, "Because I was the one who came up with the idea, I didn't take part in the action."

Jiang Yingbai took a step back calmly.

This guy is very dangerous. She hates Lao Yinbi the most. She doesn't know how she died after being tricked.

"I was the person he found to replace his grandfather, but I wasn't killed by the plot, so I became a bug out of the plot?"

The young man nodded, "You have become a new character, you can act freely because there is no script."

Having said this, he moved closer to Jiang Yingbai, and a gloomy voice sounded in Jiang Yingbai's ears, "You have been targeted until death."

He didn't think anyone in this yard would reject him, they were all grasshoppers on the same boat, and no one could leave this place except Wei Ze.

Jiang Yingbai held his forehead. The mastermind behind the scenes was the client. This was really outrageous. Could it be that she was helping ghosts to harm people?

Jiang Yingbai thinks that she still has a little conscience, and she can't kill innocent people to pass the customs.

Suddenly Jiang Yingbai seemed to remember something. The grandmother said that her grandson was forced to kill.

If what the young man said is true, then the one who can and has killed people in this compound is Wei Ze.

Thinking this way, a detail suddenly appeared in Jiang Yingbai's mind.

There is another clue that Wei Ze can't get out.

Wei Ze lost control of his emotions when accepting the commission. At that time, Jiang Yingbai said that he would save him, but after listening to it, he returned to normal and asked Jiang Yingbai for the commission fee.

Then the situation is obvious, the smiling tiger in front of him is going to do something tonight.

"Why do I trust you?"

"You'll know when you go out and have a look later," the young man stared at Jiang Yingbai's fair side face, and smiled sinisterly again.

Jiang Yingbai pondered for a while, and she decided to pretend to cooperate with him first and then play it by ear.

The young man crossed his fingers on the table and smiled confidently, "How about it, do you want to cooperate?"

Jiang Yingbai nodded, "Tell me, what do you want me to do."

Jiang Yingbai kept observing his expression, but the young man kept smiling like a mysterious villain in a novel.

"Tonight at ten o'clock in the evening, you knock him out and take him to the mourning hall, and leave the rest to me."

Jiang Yingbai nodded in agreement.

The young man is [-]% sure that his plan will succeed, and he can't help but feel happy thinking of this, this compound belongs to him after all.

He wasn't worried that Jiang Yingbai wouldn't be able to do it. He knew very well that Wei Ze was an idiot with strength but could not use it. It was very easy to stun Wei Ze, just an elbow.

After confirming that the young man left, Jiang Yingbai took out the family photo hidden in her pocket and thought about it, she seemed to understand the usefulness of this thing.

Putting the family photo back in her pocket, she also left the room, intending to see if she really couldn't go out.

……

There was an old man with white hair lying on the ground in the courtyard. Jiang Yingbai stepped forward and found that it was the old man. She squatted down and sniffed. The man was already dead and her body temperature had dropped.

I don't know if the old man's body appeared here and a new cycle started, or when Wei Ze found the body, a new cycle started.

Jiang Yingbai walked out of the compound and set foot on the bluestone road.

20 minute later.

The intersection is gone.

Jiang Yingbai looked at the 90-degree mountain in front of her and fell silent. Obviously, it was impossible for her to climb over the mountain in front of her and get out.

Jiang Yingbai suddenly understood why Wei Ze asked the driver to stop at the intersection, because the driver couldn't get in at all, and in the driver's eyes there might be no road here.

It turned out that the task had given her a reminder at the very beginning, thinking of this, Jiang Yingbai turned and walked back to the compound.

In the courtyard, the old man was still lying on the ground and no one touched him.

Jiang Yingbai walked towards the backyard, and the grandmother was still squatting on the ground burning paper money.

Jiang Yingbai didn't know how long she had been here, and he didn't know if she came every day. Jiang Yingbai only knew that he could see her every time he came here.

"Do you have a black cat at home?"

This compound is like performing a stage play, both the people inside and the surrounding environment are carefully arranged.

But every time the black cat appears, the environment of the place changes, as if the surface is torn away to reveal its true appearance.

When Wei Ze saw the crazy appearance of the black cat, it was not because the black cat had done something to him, but because the black cat was reminding him that his real memory was not what he thought it was now.

It's reminding him that this isn't reality.

What he thought was real was an altered false perception, and the nightmare he feared was trying to save him.

It's a pity that he can't remember anything. The intertwining of the forcibly instilled memory and the original memory made him unable to distinguish reality, and his fear made his mental state worse.

The old grandma paused when she was adding paper money to the brazier, and she raised her cloudy eyes to look at her with unclear emotions.

"Black cat?" She repeated in a low voice as if recalling something, "It seems that I haven't seen it for a long time."

The black cat must be useful, Jiang Yingbai needs to find the black cat and get in touch with it.

"Where can I find it?"

The old lady's tone was very slow, as if she just remembered that she still had a black cat, "Beside the corpse, it likes to go to the corpse of animals that have just died."

Recalling the impressive pair of vertical pupils, Jiang Yingbai always felt that the cat was not simple, "How can I gain its trust?"

"Don't lie to it, it is very smart, it can judge the truth of your words, bring some food when you see it."

"Thank you very much," Jiang Yingbai thanked happily, and after talking with the old lady for a while, he left to go to the kitchen of the main building when he saw that there was really no clue.

Pushing open the door and entering, a short figure was standing in front of the stove. He clenched his fist with his left hand, and a small corner of the candy paper was exposed from between his fingers. Jiang Yingbai walked over.

"Xiao Yi, what are you doing here?"

The child didn't speak but just stood there with his head down.

Jiang Yingbai thought he wouldn't speak anymore, but suddenly she saw a lighter on the stove, and she reached for it.

At the moment when they were about to meet, the child suddenly grabbed her hand and looked up at Jiang Yingbai.

"I don't want to be destroyed, I want to live."

Only then did Jiang Yingbai realize that his eyes were full of shattered hopes, and tears filled his eye sockets, as if they would roll out in the next moment.

His eyes were red, and the emotion conveyed was not sadness but despair.

Jiang Yingbai didn't react for a while, she looked at Tang, who was tightly held by the child's other hand, and understood something.

"What is the meaning of life? Why do people live?"

If I am a manufactured tool, the meaning of my existence is to work for my master as a tool. "

"But one day I was born with my own consciousness."

"I don't want to be a tool, I want to be free. Should I resist?"

"Can I resist?"

Jiang Yingbai was stunned for a moment, she didn't understand why a child could say such philosophical words.

"There is no point in being alive," the child lowered his head slightly when he heard this sentence.

"People live just to live."

"Why live? It's because you and I didn't choose to die."

"Excessive exploration of the meaning of life will only lead to a dead end of self-criticism," said Jiang Yingbai rubbing the child's head.

The child's hair is thin and soft, very easy to touch.

"You can do everything you want, and creating everything that you don't mean can dominate you. Nothing is born as a tool, and you have the right to resist."

The child sucked his red nose and looked up at Jiang Yingbai, with unrecovered tears in his eyes, "But without it, there would be no me, can I really resist?"

"Since you created it, you have to be prepared to bear the consequences, such as beating after abuse, and repaying gratitude after careful care. There is a cause and an effect, so you don't have to feel guilty."

Jiang Yingbai rubbed his head again, reached into his pocket with his other hand, took out a handful of candy and stuffed it into the child's hand.

"Okay, what is a child thinking so much about? Children should play happily every day, and adults can take care of troublesome things."

(End of this chapter)