Forces of Temptation

    Jiang Fang used a non-existent key to open the door of existence in front of him.

    —click.

    The dormitory door slowly opened inward.

    The purpose of the entrance is to be a... ordinary boys' dormitory.

     Ordinary and unsurprising,

    There are not many things in the room, and it is not complicated, that is, clothes and some books.

    The quilt on the bed does not like to fold, and kicks at the end of the bed.

    Clothes were piled up on the back of the chair in a mess, like a nesting doll, and the bottom edge of the outermost coat almost fell to the ground.

    The whole chair has done a good job of keeping it warm. At first glance, it looks like a burly person is sitting on it alone.

    A few colorful cheap barbells were thrown near the radiator.

    A soccer ball sits quietly near the bar.

    Nan Zhou stood in the center of this small quadruple room full of life.

    He tried not to trust his senses, nor to consider the conclusions drawn by "feeling" as a reference part of the thinking chain.

    Nan Zhou asked: "How many people live in this dormitory?"

    Jiang Fang: "Four."

    There are mattresses on the four beds, and the heavy traces of life cannot be ignored.

    Nan Zhou asked: "How many people should there be?"

    Jiang Fang stopped and seemed to have a clear understanding: "Four."

    Nanzhou: "How many people did you see on the nameplate at the door?"

    Seeing Jiang Fang didn't answer Nan Zhou's question, he just frowned slightly and thought, Li Yinhang was a little puzzled, and then he said, "There are four."

    Nan Zhou turned around and fixed her eyes: "Which four?"

    Li Yinhang took a quick count based on customer service-style memory: "That player surnamed Xie, Liu Shuoqi, and another Yu... What's the matter, I don't know that word."

    Nan Zhou: "So, how many people in total?"

    Li Yinhang subconsciously: "Four."

    Nan Zhou: "You count again."

    Li Yinhang was quite inexplicable, he bent his fingers and carefully counted them one by one.

    "One, two..."

    When she counted to "three", she suddenly noticed something—

    She couldn't remember what the name of the "fourth person" she was sure existed just now.

    Nanzhou turned her head and looked at Jiang Fang.

    The best way to solve the chaos is to report the truth.

    Some of the facts that were originally believed in the heart can only be discovered after they have been faithfully repeated through their own mouths.

    Nan Zhou asked: "So, how many people should there be in this dormitory?"

    No one answered him.

    The cold wind of late autumn was sifted through the screens.

    A few clothes hangers hanging on the balcony collided with the iron clothes drying rack to make the crisp sound of wind chimes.

    The three of them, in such a warm dormitory, looked at each other quietly, shuddering.

    …

    The "Longtan" trio hastily ended the investigation of 403.

    After Nanzhou and the others left, they dared to turn around in 403 a few times, but also found nothing.

    They will be discouraged.

    Thinking of Jiang Fang's few words about Xie Xiangyu before he left, the three of them felt even more uncertain.

    Sun Guojing instinctively didn't want to deal with Nanzhou and the others, but after being awakened by Jiang Fang, his perception of Xie Xiangyu was also poor.

    The thought of working with him is as disgusting as eating a fly.

    Being so entangled, he had no choice but to ask his companions for peace of mind: "What the **** are we going to do? Who do we cooperate with?"

    Qi Tianyun was silent.

    Now, he can see it.

    It doesn't really matter who they work with.

    Because of their abilities, they are not worthy of the word "cooperation".

    Whether it is Xie Xiangyu's initiative to approach and provide information, or Jiang Fang's gentle words and persuasion, it is because the three of them are too wasteful.

    So, what these two groups really need is not a partner at all, but the "stone" that needs to be sacrificed when throwing stones for directions.

    Oh no. There are three of them, and it should be three stones.

    Of course, based on Qi Tianyun's opinion, he would never have thought that one of the two groups of people was trying to win over them, just because they didn't want them to die, thus lowering the possible gains for his team score.

    The three of them were at a loss when Luo Ge suddenly hissed.

    He pointed to the door, signaling the other two to concentrate on listening.

    Squeak—

    The small sound of fingernails scraping the wall came from the doorway.

    Tapping, scratching, rubbing.

    The sound is very low, but it is very close at hand.

    Squeak—

    Luo Ge looked down.

    The dormitory has door cracks.

    When sleeping at night, the goose-yellow light in the corridor often penetrates from under the door.

    And now, at this time, the crack of the door is pitch black.

    …something is standing outside their door now!

    In broad daylight, the three of them exploded into white sweat.

    Sun Guojing was frightened one after another, and he was already hairy.

    He was heartbroken, his eyes widened, he strode to the door, and opened the door with a great range of motion.

    The action was so fast and the force was so fierce that I almost patted the bridge of my nose.

    He let out a strong voice: "Who—"

    At the door, Jiang Fang, who was watching Nanzhou dismantle the famous brand at the door, turned to look at Sun Guojing, who was instantly dumbfounded, and nodded politely: "Hello. Let's find out some clues."

    Sun Guojing was speechless.

    Fuck. If he hadn't been beaten, he would have already started.

    …

    Nanzhou didn't like to talk to them, so the work of popular science was handed over to Jiang Fang.

    In view of her good performance in discovering the clue just now, Nanzhou rewarded herself with a coconut bread.

    When he swallowed the last shredded coconut cherishly, Jiang Fang finished telling their findings.

    Two-thirds of the three felt lonely when they heard it.

    The only not so confused Qi Tianyunqiang laughed: "Where is the evidence?"

    Jiang Fang: "Hand."

    Qi Tianyun was stunned for a while, then tentatively and defensively handed him a hand.

    Jiang Fang pinched something and put it down in Qi Tianyun's palm.

    The next moment, his palm sank subtly, as if something was really put on it.

    Qi Tianyun closed his eyes and tried to read the raised characters with his sense of touch, looking very serious.

    …like a hilarious non-physical performance.

    Sun Guojing is funny.

    What is this?

    A blind man touches an elephant?

    In a few seconds, Qi Tian Yun suddenly opened his eyes, his face suddenly turned pale, and he quickly threw the thing in his hand as if his hand was hot!

    Sun Guojing did not see anything flying out, nor did he hear the sound of something falling.

    He said, "Old Qi, you stepped on the switch? You saw something, and you are so scared??"

    Qi Tianyun took two big breaths before barely easing the short suffocation caused by fear.

    He said: "...a name card."

    Sun Guojing: "…Huh?"

    Qi Tianyun raised his eyes and said in a depressed voice, "A nameplate taken down from our door. It has a name on it."

    Here, Qi Tianyun felt his throat dry and sore.

    He simulated swallowing twice, and only felt that the tip of the tongue was spit, the base of the tongue was stiff, and there was free bitter acid.

    Seeing that he has also learned to sell off, Sun and Luo inevitably get angry: "What do you say! What was written? What's the name?"

    Qi Tianyun said: "...Hu Li."

    "Hu Li and we are in the same dormitory. ... He turned out to be in our dormitory."

    Sun Guojing was stunned for a while, then he laughed out loud: "What nonsense are you talking about upside down. There are only three of us in our dormitory."

    Qi Tianyun pointed to a pair of double beds standing side by side: "Then why do we have four quilts?"

    Sun Guojing was confused.

    …Yes.

    They don't seem to have made any comments about the vacant fourth bed in the room and the full set of bedding above it.

    They didn't discuss whether the fourth roommate would come back.

    I haven't discussed how to get along with him after he comes back.

    No discussion of why he didn't go home at night.

    Even when Xie Xiangyu came to seek cooperation and wanted to stay in their dormitory, they didn't discuss it. In case that person came back, how would you explain that a stranger was sleeping in their dormitory? thing.

    It seems that in their hearts, a certain voice has determined for them that the redundant person will never come back.

    Sun Guojing glanced down at his arm.

    …large pieces of chicken skin floated on top.

    Sun Guojing's teeth began to tremble, but he still tried to find the rationale: "Maybe he doesn't live here for a long time... Oh, maybe he quit the hotel, This bed belongs to Xie Xiangyu now, aren't we bullying him? That's why we leave him here..."

     Qi Tianyun shook his head at him and closed his eyes in pain.

    …He just touched the brand name.

    On the brand name, it is clearly the name of "Hu Li".

    But when he informed Sun Guojing of the situation, he still got a pale denial: "Impossible! Maybe he moved! Things didn't have time to move, and famous brands didn't have time to dismantle. …”

    What they're experiencing right now is too unnatural.

    Sun Guojing had imagined that the worst outcome for himself would be death.

    But by no means disappearing alone and without anyone knowing.

    Disappearing may mean "death" in the game.

    But, in fact, can he really die happily?

    What if he was conscious then?

    If at that time, his name and things were forgotten, even if others saw it, and turned a blind eye...

    Sun Guojing knew nothing. The only thing he knew was that this horror was brought about by the unprovoked "rustle" sound,

    …and he, now, has heard the rustling five times.

    The sword of Damocles beheaded Hu Li and killed Zuo Jiaming.

    Now, it hangs over his head.

    Therefore, this speculation cannot be true.

    How can it be true?

    The more Sun Guojing denied, the lower the san value.

    Luo Ge, who read the important value changes of his teammates, was in chaos.

    When faced with an incomprehensible and unbearable horror, the san value will drop all the way.

    Once it goes to zero, it means perpetual madness.

    That is, the system determines that it is "crazy".

    Luo Ge could not control Sun Guojing not to think wildly.

    Seeing that Sun Guojing's san value dropped below 3 all the way, he changed his tone in a hurry, and shouted to Nan Zhou and others: "Think of a way!"

    At this time, Nan Zhou was taking out another coconut bread and wanted to unpack it, but he endured it and put it back, ready to save it for supper.

    Hearing Luo Ge's tragic request for help and meeting Sun Guojing's empty gaze, he frowned slightly, and made eye contact with Jiang Fang again.

    At present, it is his heart shaken by the unknown terror that is biting and entangling Sun Guojing like a viper.

    He refused to believe their judgments, and refused to believe that a living person would disappear completely from the world like lead marks under an eraser.

    Uncertainty, distrust, and uncertainty about "what if it's true".

    Faced with Sun Guojing, which was on the verge of collapse, Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou quickly decided to take a powerful medicine.

    They want to simply and rudely dispel two of these forces.

    They want to convince Sun Guojing in a very short period of time that it is real and feasible for a person to be completely wiped from this world.

    Jiang Fang stepped forward and said to Sun Guojing, "Mobile phone."

    Affected by the short-term rapid landslide of the san value, Sun Guojing's response was also slow.

    He raised his head blankly, unable to understand the meaning of Jiang Fang's words.

    Jiang Fang just said hello to him.

    He leaned over and took out the phone from Sun Guojing's pocket, took his hand, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and then clicked on WeChat.

    Swipe with a slender thumb and click on a small program.

    …a software with voice reading function.

    Jiang Fang's fingertips were as flexible as flying, clicked on Sun Guojing's WeChat friend list, searched by the first letter, and selected the column beginning with "H".

    Although both Hu Li and Zuo Jiaming have been forgotten by the world, there are many things that still exist objectively in this world.

    For example, Zuo Jiaming lost the dormitory key in the iron cabinet.

    For example, a house number with a name on it.

     Like their mattress.

    For example…

    Chat history left on the phone.

    It just doesn't appear to exist.

    Jiang Fang has perfect memory in both hands.

    The brief operation is enough for him to master all the keys of Sun Guojing's mobile phone.

    He scrolled down the list one by one, searching for Hu Li that no longer existed in the nooks and crannies in the column at the beginning of H, the letter of "Hu Li".

    He repeatedly clicked into the dialog boxes of Sun Guojing and others, and patiently exited again and again.

    Finally, when he pokes the gap between the two contacts on the screen again, the screen of the phone suddenly freezes.

    It seems to be crashing.

    The phone no longer responds when you click on another person's name.

    On the phone screen, the contact interface is still displayed.

    But Jiang Fang knew that he had found the gap that did not exist.

    Jiang Fang slid up and down the invisible chat record quickly, fumbled and calculated the interval between the bubbles, copied a few message texts, and put them into the reading software together.

    He wants to let the software read aloud to prove the identity of the disappeared person.

    In a few seconds.

    Everyone present heard a mechanical, inorganic male voice.

    That is the voice of the reading software.

    AI cannot perceive the emotions of the speaker, how anxious, panicked, and hopeless.

    It just faced the seemingly blank pasteboard, grimly repeating the text it read.

    When Hu Li still existed, he used words to send to his good friends and grandchildren Guojing.

    "Did you see it?!"

    "Old Sun, there is someone, he is standing by your bedside!"

    "Why can't you see?"

    "Aren't you playing with your phone? Why are you ignoring me?!"

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