The Desolate Corner has always been targeting the infinite flow of this small world, so it will try its best to transmit accurate information.
If there are other interpretations for "fallen scholar," the issue becomes more complicated. The desolate corner wouldn't be so evasive on this point; the ghost is probably a student who failed the college entrance exam.
It's highly unlikely that Xing Ming, a college student, is a ghost.
So, did He Jun deceive him, or did this person deceive He Jun?
If He Jun met this person and the person gave him a different name, then it would truly be...
However, it's understandable that someone might be unwilling to reveal their real identity and use a pseudonym when they don't know each other. So what happened later?
Moreover, judging from the fingerprints in the diary, it's clear that Xing Ming is still alive.
"Have you found that person?"
"In fact, a month ago, a fire broke out at the bookstore where he worked, and he, the owner, and two other employees all perished in the flames. Their bodies have been cremated, but the autopsy reports from that time are still available."
深入探索
解密游戏
电子游戏
益智游戏
镇魂周边
百合小说实体书
语笑阑珊小说周边
墨香铜臭小说周边
百合小说
镇魂周边产品
拉棉花糖的兔子小说周边
The implication is that one or more of these people may not be 'dead' but 'missing'.
"Would it be convenient to see those people's photos, names, and basic information?" Ren Yifei pressed.
There was a moment of silence on the other end, probably as they discussed whether to reveal this to him. To be precise, it wasn't exactly a secret, but since it was official business, it wasn't appropriate for private individuals to get involved.
"Perhaps I might run into that person," Ren Yifei said. "I've humiliated that person, so if I do run into him, some traces will inevitably show."
That sentence probably made the decision on the other end. A few seconds later, new information appeared in his text message: a photo of an ID card with a name and a resume-like introduction.
"Thank you. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything."
He hung up the phone and started looking at the information on these people.
The store manager was a man nearing thirty, who seemed like the kind of kind and honest person that people would like.
The other two were full-time employees, men, around twenty years old. One had a long face and almond-shaped eyes, looking refined, while the other had a square face, large eyes, and was taller and stronger.
Looking at the education section, they all have high school diplomas. And looking at these three people, it doesn't seem out of place for He Jun to call them "Big Brother".
"This is worrying." These three are also suspicious.
However, when the game actually started, Ren Yifei came up with a good idea—whether it was true or not, we'd find out by pulling someone over!
Since 'Ghost' is also a player, he can be brought in using the companion talisman. However, this companion talisman can only be purchased once a day, and after that, it becomes untradeable and grayed out. If you want more, you'll have to wait until tomorrow, or use someone else's.
He first tried 'Xingming', but the talisman burned out and no newcomer appeared.
The ghost who helped He Jun was indeed not 'Xing Ming'; he borrowed that person's name and perhaps also used that person's identity. He Jun had been deeply in love with someone who was lonely, and after all that, he'd been 'tricked into marriage'.
"Either he wasn't a player, or he was murdered to silence him. Eliminate him." The remaining three people at the bookstore also raise suspicions.
If only he had a few more companion tokens.
Today's quota was used up, nothing happened, Ren Yifei closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and remained silent. He was mourning the days he had spent relying on luck: in the future, he should not get involved in anything that relied on luck.
Wait, if you're not lucky, money can make up for it?
"Does anyone want to sell travel tokens? Ten points each." Ren Yifei, who had dozens of points in his hand, asked.
The other eight people in the carriage looked over, astonished by his wealth. Three points for a travel token, and this guy bought it for three times the price? What a rich man.
However, whether due to some concerns or doubts and distrust, after looking around, not a single person was selling them.
Alright, Ren Yifei looked away.
If this doesn't work, he'll ask in the player group later. Anyway, there are still four days left, so he'll eliminate them one by one until he catches that fish.
That said, the Traveling Talisman is truly the most useful item in this mini-game. It only costs three points, making it incredibly affordable, unlike the similar tracking item in the Wasteland, which costs 0.5 gold coins, making it unaffordable for ordinary players.
When the time came, Ren Yifei opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a blinding white light, followed by... a blackboard?
Looking at the blackboard and the teacher holding chalk in front of him, and then at the red plastic banner that read "Strive for progress every day and study hard," a crack appeared on his face.
The expressions on the faces of the others were even more shattered. What happened to the promised divine weeping and ghostly wailing? Is this what they meant by divine weeping and ghostly wailing?
It makes me want to cry when I think back to my student days.
That's right, during my student days.
They were sitting in what looked like an ordinary classroom, each with their own seat and a two-digit number on their desk, probably their student ID.
I searched around but found nothing; there were no books, paper, or pens on the table or in the drawers.
The classroom windows were all closed, and it was pitch black outside, reminding me of evening self-study and the face of the homeroom teacher who silently pressed against the window during that time.
Forty-five minutes to go.
A casual mini-game called "Pictionary".
The teacher will draw a picture every minute. Please guess the word based on the teacher's accurate drawing. Three points are awarded for a correct guess, and three points are deducted for a wrong guess. Those who score a total of 6 points pass the test.
What kind of youth is it if you can't even pass?!
Wow, why is your tone suddenly so passionate? Didn't you always act cute like that before? It feels strange.
Ren Yifei squinted at the "Pictionary" question. He felt that the teacher's drawing was definitely not as "accurate" as the game claimed.
Moreover, there's a huge trap in this question: 'quick answer'.
One person needs two successful attempts to complete the level, and it seems like nine people could easily grab the opportunity. However, in a real environment, this chaotic disorder would greatly increase the player's death rate.
It's like having nine ping-pong balls tied with a string in a tall bottle; even though a minute is plenty of time for all the ping-pong balls to come out one by one.
But because of the chaotic struggle, the ping-pong balls get stuck at the bottle opening, the rope gets tangled, and in the end, none of them can get out.
The players are currently in this situation. Unless someone with absolute authority emerges to make reasonable arrangements, specify the order and the number of slots allocated to each person, the final mortality rate will inevitably be very high.
Ren Yifei wanted to volunteer, but he was clearly not qualified. They didn't know each other well and didn't trust each other, so no one could be the authority figure.
The teacher on the stage smiled slightly at the students below, picked up her pen and drew a stick figure with a big head wearing a skirt on the blackboard. The stick figure was holding a crystal ball with its mouth wide open in its hand.
"Does anyone know what this means?" The teacher looked around and saw heads hanging down everywhere, just like a lottery where students had to go up to the front of the class to write down words from memory in English class.
Of course! A wrong answer deducts three points! Who would dare raise their hand if they weren't confident?
"Yes!" Ren Yifei raised his hand, becoming the first to try it.
He was prepared for failure, mainly because a woman holding a ball—he really couldn't think of any words to describe the scene.
As long as the final result is positive, it's better to make a few mistakes along the way and learn from them.
The teacher smiled at Ren Yifei, who clenched his fists: Could it be that I'm right?
"Wrong!" The teacher's face immediately turned into a roar, exasperated. "It's so obvious! It's so obvious! A woman holding a swaddled baby is a child. 'Woman' plus 'child' makes 'good,' right? How could you think it's 'like'? It's obvious you weren't listening!"
"..." Ren Yifei remained expressionless: My apologies, so that thing was a swaddle?
The other players, though not penalized for their incorrect answers, all wore expressions that were hard to describe: What a terrible artist! That cracked egg was actually a baby in swaddling clothes?
Whether gods and ghosts are crying or not, they don't know, but they really want to cry right now.
One minute was up, the question was eliminated, and the teacher picked up the chalk again. The players' hearts sank: they hoped it was a normal one.
Then they saw that the teacher had drawn a wooden stool, and he had even drawn all four legs very carefully.
"A freebie! Too easy!" the teacher said, tapping the blackboard.
"Several!" It was Ren Yifei again this time.
The teacher slapped the blackboard and first praised his courage: "You should all learn from this student, be more courageous in the face of setbacks, and not be discouraged by failure."
Player: ...Whatever makes you happy.
"Yes, this time it's right. This is obviously a low table, right? But it's only because the question was too easy that I guessed it right away. I can't be proud of myself."
Ren Yifei thought to himself, what is there to be proud of? After two rounds, he's only gotten a zero, still 6 points away from success. However, he remained humble, complimenting his teacher with a serious face: "It's also because the teacher drew it so realistically."
"It looks just like him?" The player glanced sideways, wanting to remember this shameless person.
Unfortunately, the third level began, and the teacher started drawing the third picture. The players didn't have time to look at the person; they were all looking at the blackboard.
Only Ren Yifei was multitasking, mentally summarizing his experiences of failure and success.
First of all, the characters and pictures are very similar, hence the name pictographs.
Second, the meaning of the words and the image are also related.
In the first picture, the character for "woman" (女) plus the character for "child" (子) forms the character for "good" (好). Furthermore, the woman holding a newborn child represents the arrival of a new family member and the continuation of life, hence the meaning of "good" (好).
The character '几' not only looks like a low table or stool, but it also meant a low table in ancient times, and traces of that can still be found in words like '茶几' (tea table).
"So the underlying requirement for word guessing games is that the characters must conform to both their shape and meaning." Ren Yifei sighed inwardly. This kind of technical skill is not something that ordinary people can do; it requires someone who is very knowledgeable about Chinese characters.
Those who are family know their own situation. Ren Yifei really didn't know much about writing, let alone had any confidence in it. Now he was just hoping that a blind cat would stumble upon a dead mouse and guess a few correctly.
By this time, the teacher's third painting was finished. It was a long, pointed stone tablet or something similar, which was then placed on a platform.
"And!" Other players have already discovered the shape-finding technique, and someone has provided an answer before Ren Yifei.
However...
"Wrong!" The teacher's words shattered the player's heart.
"Placing the jade tablet on the altar represents good fortune, it's 'auspicious'! You don't even know this? What have you been studying for?" Then she glared fiercely at the other players, "Laugh? You're still laughing? You don't even dare to answer, yet you're laughing?"
The players were inexplicably attacked, feeling deeply hurt: "I didn't laugh, so who laughed? Besides, no one said we can't laugh in class."
"Huh? The shape doesn't look like it. A long, pointed strip stands on a chubby stone platform, which is somewhat similar to '且' and '介', but it has absolutely nothing to do with this '吉'."
Ren Yifei was completely bewildered, and his previous conclusions were overturned once again.
So what exactly is the core of this game?
After saying goodbye to the third level of failure, it's time for the 'everyday favorite' charades segment. The teacher carefully drew a very complex pattern on the blackboard.
"That's a rain cloud up there, and down there... three fish?"
"A fish up there? That's a bird. Look, birds have pointed beaks on their heads. Do fish have that?"
"What? The tuna family is fake?"
Players who had just lost a game were so frustrated they wanted to bang their heads on the table. It was just too hard!
Ren Yifei didn't participate in the players' discussions, but he listened carefully. Above were small, rainy clouds, and below were three small creatures—whether fish or birds—and the meaning of the font...
"Could it be oracle bone script?"
Author's Note: Afei: Why do you always have to make things difficult for me, an art student?