The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1237

[Chapter 261 2-Week Objective Variables]

……I see.

Is this the so-called “sunset day”?

Before Annan entered this nightmare, he knew that the name of this dream congealing egg was called “The Sun That Never Sets”.

At first, he thought that this world was a scorching wasteland of eternal day, and he thought that it would not hurt him – Annan, who had the element of radiance, was completely immune to radiation-type damage.

Even without the protection of the atmosphere, Annan can live well.

You can even use it as a weapon against others in turn.

As a result, Annan did not expect that the form of this nightmare is this kind of psychological maze.

Although it has only gone through the first stage… but Annan has roughly guessed the system and mechanism of this nightmare.

——Why is almost all of Annan’s abilities banned?

the reason is simple.

Because this is not the real world.

This should be someone’s dream… or rather, a dream within a dream.

“If I’m not mistaken,” Annan thought to himself, “this should be related to the previous fire and smoke.”

Annan didn’t forget a single detail.

When he entered this nightmare, he first appeared on the bed.

At that time, he seemed to be fed some medicine, and he became drowsy and couldn’t open his eyes… Then, someone raised the axe in his hand towards him.

Not surprisingly.

The world Annan is now living in should indeed be illusory.

One level up, is the man in the fire.

Maybe there’s a third floor, but… who knows.

Since the moth mother named this dream congealing egg “the sun that does not fall”, it means that the theme of this nightmare must be the current layer.

In a sense, this decryption book is even spoiled by its name…

And Annan can’t die in this copy, otherwise he will really die; since the gray master knows that the old grandmother has woken up, and there is still paper Ji watching outside, he can’t deliberately plan to kill Annan… Then he didn’t tell Annan at all before. The specific information of this nightmare, there is no doubt that the truth can be broken with just one point, and there is no room for spoilers at all.

—Then the truth of the story must be simple.

For Annan… The fact that Gray Craftsman “choose not to spoil at all” itself has become another spoiler.

When the sun went down, Annan returned to the “old woman” again.

And seeing the doctor is still behind him, so at least this time is not the morning of the previous “next day”.

According to Annan’s understanding, this nightmare should have a “soft fury” mechanic.

Because every time he enters a new identity, the intelligence that Annan obtains, as well as his vision, will increase exaggeratedly.

This kind of preferential treatment can’t be without a price – when Annan experiences everyone’s perspective, he will be able to solve all the mysteries.

Then its difficulty must be that Annan cannot get complete information.

If Annan didn’t find the ultimate “murderer” in eight reincarnations—or seven or even six reincarnations, then maybe he would really die here.

Of course, it is said that there are six chances…

In fact, Annan already has a rough idea in his mind.

If it goes well, just go through this cycle again.

By the beginning of the third week, Annan will be able to complete the decryption.

“Doctor,” Annan imitated the old woman’s rattling laughter and whispered to fool the strong man behind him, “you seem to have something to say.”

“…Is it so obvious?” The

doctor smiled wryly: “That’s true Sorry…

“Do you have to tell the truth?

”

“I hope so.”

”

Annan replied.

The doctor sighed and said softly, “Old woman, you have some sense of your body…are you?”

Annan kept silent, waiting for the doctor to continue to play.

“Tomorrow I have to have an operation.” The

doctor said seriously: “Otherwise, it will be too late.

“But even if the operation is performed, there is no guarantee that it will end smoothly.

”

That means, I might die on the operating table tomorrow…right.”

Annan said softly.

The

sturdy doctor said solemnly: “What you said is true.

But I’ll do my best to…”

“Don’t say that, Doctor.

Annan interrupted him with a deep laugh: “Of course I believe you

.

“But… do you really believe in yourself?”

The doctor was silent for a moment when he heard Annan’s unfinished words.

Annan went on to say: “Besides that, the other thing tomorrow…you remember it.”

“Ah, yes.” The

doctor sighed: “Indeed, I promised so…but I was destined to be I’m going to break my promise.”

Annan’s heart moved.

He turned his head slightly and whispered: “You still decide to go on like this.”

“It’s too late.” The

doctor sighed: “He regards me as a hero, but I’m just a deserter.

“Tomorrow is our agreement. days, but I…”

“Are you going to run away?

”

Annan asked sharply: “It’s all up to now, can’t you face the past?”

”

To the average person, that’s not very polite and might invite hostility.

But Annan’s current identity can be said exactly – the reason is very simple, because his current identity is an old lady who is about to burp.

Even if you say something rude, you can be understood and tolerated.

So, the doctor standing behind Annan pushing the wheelchair just smiled wryly.

He sighed and said in a low voice, “Because I’m a coward…I’m a despicable deserter.

“How did I escape from the battlefield…I will run away like that at the door of my house now.”

“Like a dog.”

“Aren’t you going to find your son?”

Annan asked further.

But the doctor didn’t answer, just remained silent.

He was almost certain that the doctor was the “heroic father” he saw on the first note.

Then infer…the identity of the owner of the first note has basically been confirmed.

So Annan asked provocatively: “Actually, I think he may have recognized you long ago. Otherwise, he would not have been very silent in front of you.”

“He was very silent.” The

doctor argued.

And this time, it was basically an admission that the “tinker” was his son – of the eight people in this village, only the tinker was the most silent.

So Annan laughed and made the final confirmation: “That’s right. Because the only thing he can’t cultivate well is his heart.”

“…It’s my fault.”

No surprise, the doctor was silent for a while and then sighed .

He sighed: “He thought I was dead. He thought the pocket watch I sent back that was damaged in the explosion was my relic…”

“Okay,” Annan interrupted him, “it’s time for us to go to dinner. ”

Do you have nothing else to do?”

the doctor asked.

Annan sneered silently.

“Of course,”

he replied.

The next moment, Annan appeared at his sister’s house with the doctor.

At this time, however, Annan clearly realized that the time line had changed.

It was supposed to be with “Old Woman” and “Doctor” and the “tinker” who arrived, but was not here.

And “Abo” and “Yellow Hair”, who should have arrived earlier, have not yet arrived.

Annan and the doctor became the first wave of arrivals!

“I’m going to see that,”

he said loudly to the doctor, pointing to the note on the wall.

This is also a kind of temptation.

as predicted.

The doctor was a little bewildered.

“Watch what? The radio,”

he asked.

Apparently, he didn’t even notice the notes on the radio.

It’s as if they didn’t exist in the first place.

“Yeah, the radio.”

Annan said copingly, “I’ll see if it still works.”

Unable to move on his own, Annan was pushed by the doctor to the radio.

Annan reached out and fumbled around on the radio, looking at the note on the wall out of the corner of his eye.

Surprisingly… even the note is different this time!

The note that was supposed to be a philosopher had a bloody handprint on it, but this time it turned into a black circle on another note.

Annan looked carefully at the only different note:

“I don’t want to live like this anymore.”

The handwriting was messy and dirty, and the note was slightly wrinkled: “I’ve had enough, I’ve had enough!

“I don’t want to work a day again!

I don’t want to see that old woman’s face again!

I was supposed to live a wonderful and interesting life, UU reading www.

sonicmtl.com why – why does it have to be me and not someone else?

“It’s a rush every night – I just don’t want to work and I just want to be rich, what’s the problem? The work is never ending, it just can’t end… It feels like she’s dying every day. But I waited for more than half a month, and even longer before, but she still didn’t die!

“Tomorrow…wait for tomorrow.

Tomorrow I must have a good talk with that old woman… find someone to do it for me.

I think the old man is not bad, it happens to be a couple.

A short-lived ghost with a bad old man is a perfect match.

“—If it really doesn’t work, kill her. Use a pillow to suffocate her in the wheelchair, suffocate her to death. She’s dying anyway, and no one will suspect that I did it.

“Okay, that’s it .

Do.

”

The handwriting on the note gradually changed from chaos to neatness.

Just like its owner’s thoughts, it gradually became clear.