The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1235

[Chapter 259 Philosophers]

When the old woman came, she came in a wheelchair.

She had brought her own seat; the pregnant woman who came behind took up two chairs by herself.

Even with the “sister” who was still cooking, there was still one person missing at the table.

There is always a chair vacant.

Annan took the opportunity to get up and tried to check the note on the wall.

What was written on it seemed to be a message board.

It used to be an occasional board with many sticky notes filled with words in the storefronts around the school.

Some people use it as a confession wall, some people use it as a place to show their affection, and some people use it to punch cards and take pictures.

The store can also take it as a proof of popularity…

And the note posted on this message board is almost like this post-it note:

“Today is my father’s death anniversary, and tomorrow is my birthday. He’ll be back for his birthday.

“He’s a liar.

“He was also a hero, because my sister said he died on the battlefield. In a foreign land. Died somewhere I couldn’t see, I wanted to worship, and I didn’t know which way to kneel. No matter what, he’s forever I can’t come back either.”

For example, such a post-it note.

It’s not so much a “keep it as a memento”, it’s some kind of diary.

The difference is that this diary is open to others – Annan read it here for a long time, others have seen his actions, but no one has ever stopped this “old man” from peeping into other people’s privacy. .

From this point of view, this behavior may be allowed here.

“…Huh?”

Annan suddenly noticed that a note was stained with dark red marks.

It looked like dried blood – blood fingerprints, to be exact.

It’s like the person who pressed the note at the time had blood on his fingertips that hadn’t dried yet.

The first sentence of the note caught Annan’s attention:

“Is this world… Really real?”

It was a brushstroke of fear.

As if it was a note written with sweat, you can see the wet curl of the paper.

“I felt something was wrong. Although I could hear the radio, it seemed that there was a whole world outside; although I still have childhood companions in my memory… But it is undeniable that I have not been for several years. I’ve seen outsiders again.

“With me included, there are only eight people in this village.

Where does our food, clothing, housing and transportation come from?

Why is there only one worker in the factory?

Where did the produced things go by the old woman?

“So I boldly speculate: our world is false!

“When the sun rises tomorrow, I will run away!

I want to see if the world outside this village really exists!

”

…What kind of talent is this?

If it is a lunatic, his logic seems to be quite clear, and his worries are more reasonable; but if he is a wise man, the last bold speculation is so jumpy and so strong… …

Annan thought about it and looked back at a few people.

He remembered that the “old woman” before was urging “Yellow Hair” to return to work tomorrow;

“Ms.” will give birth tomorrow;

the owner of the first note, tomorrow is His birthday;

the owner of the second note intends to verify the authenticity of this world tomorrow…

If Annan guesses correctly, the eight people present should all have some kind of expectation for “tomorrow”…

—— Or rather, fear.

“The food is ready!

”

At this moment, a gentle girl’s voice sounded.

An Nan turned around with hunched waist.

A girl wearing a goose-yellow turtleneck sweater with long smooth black hair and glasses came out of the kitchen with the last dish.

Seeing Annan standing by the wall, she smiled lightly, with two beautiful dimples on her cheeks: “Abo, let’s eat first.”

“Okay.”

Annan, who was still collecting information, nodded obediently , sat down at the table as they meant.

Undoubtedly, from Annan’s eyes, all the food on the table is delicious.

And everything is his favorite…

from smoked beef burgers, egg tarts, half-cooked cheese, to pork belly, cola chicken wings, boiled pork slices, claypot rice.

To top it all off, there was a large Tomahawk steak and roasted suckling pig, which was by no means what a young girl would have cooked in a few hours in such a humble kitchen.

Annan has not seen such a hometown and modern meal for a long time.

But Annan didn’t care about moving the chopsticks, but observed the girl called “Sister”-yes, there were chopsticks, not just knives and forks, on the table.

She looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

Also like everyone else, he has a face similar to Annan.

“Give it to me, sister.”

The strong man with a calm temperament walked over and took the dish from the girl.

This strong man in his early thirties, but said “sister” to a teenage girl… This made Annan feel strange.

But the others seemed to have not noticed anything, and there was no abnormal color on their faces.

This sense of surprise gave Annan a strong sense of unreality.

The elder sister glanced around and asked, “Where’s the philosopher?”

“He didn’t come!”

Huang Mao, who was the first to move his chopsticks, filled his mouth with food, and answered first, “I haven’t seen him for a day! ”

……philosopher.

Annan heard the “name” of the last person.

If nothing else, this should be the person who left the second note.

But another doubt appeared in Annan’s heart – there were only ten people in this village, if Huang Mao had not seen him for a day, why did his note stay here?

“Abo, don’t you want to eat?” the

elder sister asked from the side.

It was an extremely gentle, almost respectful tone, but Annan’s intuition felt a vague danger.

As if—if he didn’t eat, something terrible would happen.

“A little distracted, sister.”

An Nan showed a simple and honest smile and picked up his chopsticks.

He deliberately called out to his sister, wanting to see the reactions of others.

As a result, no one felt anything strange about it.

…the rules of this nightmare, I probably understand a little bit.

Annan thought in his heart.

However, some more information has to be collected.

If I guessed correctly…the news of the “philosopher”‘s death should be heard soon.

-Is this the last supper?

The taste of the food, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com is as delicious as it looks.

It would be better to say that it is wonderful – every food is comparable to the peak state in Annan’s memory, wonderful people can’t help but admire.

Even Annan, who was vigilant at first, couldn’t help but move a few more chopsticks.

But even Annan, who was fully immersed in the food, was vaguely observing his surroundings.

Although his abilities are inexplicably unavailable here… but Annan’s soul quality has not declined.

His instinct told him that someone was watching him in a similar way to himself.

Nothing happened until Annan was full.

“—Today’s sunset is beautiful.

“How about I give you a divination?

”

The old woman who was lying on the wheelchair with her head tilted suddenly smiled and said, “Just after dinner?

“