Doomsday Jigsaw Game

(I have a cold, and it's quite fierce. I have to go to the hospital tomorrow. I will post the chapter of tomorrow, but there may only be one update tomorrow. Understand it)

The darkness around him made Yin Shuang unable to feel where he was.

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone is different from that of the white fog, which sounds younger, or younger.

After hearing the phrase "Hello, my name is Bai Wu", Yin Shuang suddenly fell into a panic. It was this panic that dragged it into this dark illusion, and then she felt tremendous pain. .

There seemed to be countless needles stuck in the nerve endings.

"Answer wrong, don't let the pain affect your judgment. You shouldn't answer this simple question wrong."

The voice of the middle-aged person made Yin Shuang feel very gentle, but what she felt next was not gentleness, but worsening pain.

She wanted to open her eyes, but even rolling her eyelids was painful.

What is going on with all this? Why am I here? Why does a child say that his name is Bai Wu?

Where is the white mist?

Many questions appeared in Yin Shuang's mind. She subconsciously used the tree calm wind breath, but it didn't work.

The pain suffered here has exceeded her tolerance for pain, and the calm wind of the tree can only make her feel a clearer pain.

"Slight pain will make people's thinking quicker. In order to relieve pain, the body will secrete various gain-type hormones, such as adrenaline. But we think about the problem from a different perspective."

The man's voice is still gentle and magnetic.

If you change the time, Yin Shuang will think that the owner of this voice is an academic researcher with glasses and a gentle temperament.

She tried to open her eyes, and the face she saw was indeed in line with her imagination.

"This uncle... looks like Bai Wu, but he looks a little more calm, calm, and friendly than Bai Wu looks."

She hasn't figured out the situation yet, and she doesn't know who the pain she feels comes from.

But this situation didn't last long, Yin Shuang's consciousness was once again knocked out by the severe pain.

This is not the "mild pain" that this man said, even for a veteran of the investigation army like Yin Shuang, it is completely unbearable.

"Rather than thinking of the body secreting various hormones to relieve pain during pain, it is better to think of it as the body eager to feel pain and constantly secreting hormones to encourage us?"

"So in a sense, pain is your partner."

"You have to adapt and feel, the expression on your face is too ugly. At this time, you have to be happy. Even if you are not happy, you have to assume a calm posture."

Needles were pierced into certain acupuncture points on Yin Shuang's face, and the intense pain caused her to collapse for a while before she completely lost consciousness.

This time Yin Shuang finally saw that this middle-aged man with a kind eyebrow and a refined temperament... is torturing himself.

Finally, she heard the middle-aged man say something:

"Bai Wu, you are really a failed work, you let me down too much."

Yin Shuang passed out.

Shown in the fourth minute after answering the call.

The fragmented consciousness in her mind constituted a painful dream, in which she could not feel the violent pain like a thorn in the soul.

But the fear of pain is still there.

In her mind, she kept thinking about the sentence I am called Bai Wu...

White mist...

"White mist..."

Bai Wu, who was planning to go to another phone booth to answer the call, suddenly heard Yin Shuang's babble.

He turned his head and was convinced that Yin Shuang was still in a coma.

"Strange, she is calling my name because the scene in the dream is too dangerous? No... She has never asked me for help before."

Speaking of it, Bai Wu felt that Yin Shuang's performance seemed to be something wrong.

Should the phone have a certain special ability to let people enter a certain spiritual illusion?

But Yin Shuang seems to fall too fast...

Bai Wu didn't know what Yin Shuang had gone through, otherwise he wouldn't have such thoughts.

It's no wonder Yin Shuang, the pain she endured was unbearable even when Lilith was in a state of restlessness.

The phone booth on the left continued to make noise.

Bai Wu didn't go over the phone booth, and waited for a while, only to find that it didn't seem to work. The person on the other side of the phone was very patient.

It's like you can call to the world without answering the phone.

After waiting for two full minutes, Bai Wu answered the call.

"Hello, my name is Molly."

Judging from the sound, there is a woman on the other end of the phone, with a high-pitched voice, as if singing some kind of folk opera that can make people creepy in the middle of the night.

At this time, there was no smoke or fire on the street, and normal people would feel a little scared when they heard such a ghostly sound.

In particular, this phone book is a super-sensing phone, which can really make people feel the fear of chills.

But as everyone knows, it is not fear that is the standard equipment of the investigation legion, at least Baiwu thinks so:

"Where are you? Molly is Molly's Molly or Jasmine's Jasmine. Hearing your voice crying, you are sad? By the way, can you tell me the phone number? Which one are you broadcasting? Number? What day is your day? What is the weather today, is it night or day? Is it convenient to say next year, month and day?"

"My name is Molly..."

The voice on the other side of the phone was even harsher, and Bai Wu frowned:

"My name is Baiwu, white white, misty fog. I haven't encountered sad things for the time being, but I have encountered bad things. I am currently at the beginning of a certain street, and I use the telephone booth in the east. If we calculate according to the tower history, Today is Wednesday, during the day. Okay, I've said everything I should say, it's your turn."

"My name is Molly..."

The voice was even more distorted, as if crying and as if making a penetrating laughter, Bai Mist puzzled:

"Hello Molly, can I help you?"

"Can you say something else? Just say anything. Are you in the phone booth now?"

"At least tell me how to trigger the task! Is this call just to hear your name?"

"Hey, Xiaoli, are you still listening? Are you still there? It's okay, you can just say something without answering my questions? Or are you a robot? A program? Is this area also a mechanical area?"

"..."

Beep-the busy tone sounded and the phone hung up. It's not hanging by the white mist, but by the person on the other side.

Bai Wu wondered, what's the situation? The remarks mentioned that only after receiving a super-sensing call can you move on.

Is this done for yourself? This question was quickly answered. Bai Wu found a countdown to 6:59 on the glass doors of all telephone booths.

He quickly guessed the truth:

"Six minutes and fifty-nine seconds... This should be the time I can go through the phone booth freely, but Yin Shuang did not get time after finishing the call. It should be the immunity used to offset the negative state. If I take Yin Shuang forward ,what happens?"

Bai Wu hadn't planned to let Yin Shuang go back too soon.

It's just that he is even more weird now, is Yin Shuang so weak? The answering of the call didn't sound like a sense.

Or, in fact, the difficulty of different phones is different?

So far, Bai Wu hasn't felt the so-called difficulty. He only feels that it is impolite for the other party to hang up.

"It seems that I can only wait until she wakes up, and then ask what's going on."

He lifted Yin Shuang on his back and walked past the phone booth. Bai Wu noticed that the time lost in all the phone booths became faster.

It was originally subtracted by one per second, but now it is subtracted by two per second.

"It turns out that if two people cross the line, it means that the time deduction speed has doubled. It means that I actually only have more than three minutes to move forward."

Voices are still coming from the phone booth, and now Bai Mist can move freely for more than three minutes, which means he has the right to choose.

In front of them are densely packed phone booths that you can't see at a glance. Although not all phone booths make a sound, they basically cover the entire street.

After thinking about it, Bai Wu summed up two feasible customs clearance plans-

"In three minutes, I can choose to keep moving forward, so that I can pass this street in a very short time and see the end of things. But this is equal to speed pass, speed pass is just a pure dazzling technique. No nutrition."

"I can also choose to answer most of the calls and piece together what happened in this area over the phone."

Thinking about it this way, Bai Wu finally chose the nearest phone booth, ready to pick it up slowly one by one.

Picking up the receiver again, Bai Wu decided to have fewer questions this time:

"My name is Pang Yu."

This time the receiver was a man. Age is difficult to distinguish, it is possible between the ages of 18 and 30

It was this strange tone again. If there were ghosts in this world, then Pang Yu and Molly would probably be like the tragic death of resent ghosts, speaking weakly, but dragging their tone very long.

"Oh, old Pang, I want to kill you!"

The set is close, shouldn't it matter?

"My name is Pang Yu!!"

It was like enduring some kind of violent torture, anger and unwillingness, all in this roar, if you change another person, you can feel a certain infiltrating atmosphere at this time.

But Bai Wu really couldn't feel it.

It was also obviously because Bai Wu's answer seemed to be missing a certain necessary emotion, and he was unable to enter the scene on the phone for a long time.

Bai Wu thought about it seriously, roaring body? Could it be a netizen for a year? Understand, this begins to echo.

"My name is Baiwu!!"

"..."

beep-

The phone hangs up.

This time Bai Wu found that his time had become more. Twelve minutes are left on the countdown.

"Well, this is equivalent to six minutes, but is it so difficult to communicate with me? I'm already working hard to answer the phone."

Seeing that Yin Shuang hadn't woken up yet, Bai Wu decided to answer the phone again.

When he came to the phone booth, Bai Wu picked up the receiver for the third time.

"Big brother... Save me... I'm so cold... My name is Wen Hao."

If you speak faster and your tone of voice is quicker, Bai Wu thinks that the other party is calling for help, but now Bai Wu feels that the other party is a child in a sleepwalking, screaming weakly.

Reminiscent of the abnormal tone of the other party in the previous two calls, Bai Wu suddenly thought of something.

These people...could they be in some kind of pain waiting for help?

The remarks refer to calls that cross time and space. For the current self, these people may have been dead for a long, long time.

This means that the call I am currently receiving is really a ghost call?

Could these people speak weirdly just because they have experienced countless times in a certain cycle?

"How can I save you?"

Probably, she finally gave birth to a trace of sympathy for the little child. Bai Wu soon discovered that the scene outside the phone booth began to dissipate like a puzzle piece, and then new puzzle pieces began to rebuild the world.

This scene seems to have passed for a long time, but it seems to be just a moment.

When Bai Wu recovered, he found that he was already in a strange environment.

The whistle sounded, and he seemed to have come to the end of a certain street. At this moment, Bai Wu saw a huge cruise ship like a sea city outside a magnificent port.

Even in his previous life, Bai Wu had never seen such a huge marine mobile device.

The cruise ship is nearly 700 meters away from the port and is connected to it by a sea-crossing bridge built by the port.

What is certain is that if the cruise ship is launched, this sea bridge covering 700 meters will inevitably collapse.

At the entrance of the bridge, there are many soldiers armed with guns stationed. The entrance is equivalent to a ticket gate, and you must have a ticket for the boat.

There was a long line outside the port, and Bai Wu was in the line at this time, and in front of her was a family of three who were checking tickets.

It will soon be his turn to board the ship.

"Everyone must have a ticket! No ticket is not allowed to pass! Your family, only two tickets, leave one person."

The person in charge of checking the ticket is very indifferent. Everything on the Ark cruise ship has been carefully calculated. This is a cycle of human marine ecosystems.

Therefore, the initial population must also be accurately controlled.

It was the Wen Hao family of three who were arguing with the inspector in front of Bai Wu.

They are only 700 meters away from the giant cruise ship that seems to represent hope and the future, but right now, the family is facing a multiple-choice problem.

Two tickets, three people. Only two people can walk on this cross-sea bridge, and the remaining person has to stay in this city with few possible resources.

Wen Hao's parents begged the ticket inspector in charge of ticket checking to allow the twelve-year-old child to enter.

Their cries were very stern, but there was a long line behind, and countless people were waiting to board the ship.

These hoarse shouts seemed so trivial.

This scene could not be more normal for the officer who checks the ticket, he can already be indifferent.

"With two tickets, only two people can enter. The people in front are all here. You'd better hurry up. You must complete the loading of Area A before tonight. Don't let everyone wait here because of your family of three!"

"I'll only give you twenty seconds! Otherwise, all go away!"

This seemingly unreasonable word, but it is also the most efficient when order is most needed. Although the approach of the ticket inspector has caused dissatisfaction with many people, it has also made the entire process of entering the ship much smoother.

Human sorrows and joys are actually interlinked at this moment, because many people in the back have only one boat ticket or two boat tickets.

They dragged their family around, hoping to stay the same at the last moment.

But if the so-called utopia only has that little place, all the warmth of UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com before will be staged a cruel scene at the end.

Wen Hao’s fate is clearly clear. When Bai Wu looked at him, the remark that popped up in his eyes was like this—

[Title: The lonely harbor. Content: The sea breeze in the port is very cold, tears are very icy, I long for lightning and thunder in the night, so that I will not hear the terrible biting sound, the night is beautiful, Mom and Dad went to the distance, the endless sea, no one Waiting for me. Author: handsome eyes. You have also seen that his obsession is floating in this city, but unfortunately you have some problems with empathy, and you can't feel it~ Can you try to help it, or kill it directly, or take it to a safe place? Or give it an unrealized future? 】

Bai Wu probably understands.

The sound coming from the phone can pull people's consciousness into a certain scene and feel the experience of the person on the other side of the phone.

It seems that Yin Shuang should have experienced someone's pain, leading to a coma.

Just why is it through the phone booth?

Without thinking too much, Bai Wu looked at the cruise ship in the distance and found that the remarks given by Prell’s Eye were similar to those on both sides of the street before, but there was an additional reminder:

[It’s just a useless setting. You can’t go through this scene and really enter that ship. Friendly reminder—whatever you lose here, it will be restored after you hang up the phone. 】

Bai Wu had already had an idea, and the prompt from Prell's Eye could be regarded as a clear answer.

The items consumed here are not really consumed, as long as they return to the world outside the phone booth.

And just in the manor, Bai Wu once got a ferry ticket.