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Gu Juan took the blood book closer, and then looked down.
"I have stayed in this small town for an unknown number of days, and every morning, I would forget what happened before, and only remember the moment I just stepped into this candle-lit town, perhaps With the passage of time, the memory of setting foot in the town has also become blurred, and everything will become unknown"
"Su Luo, Xiao Er"
"The angel descends, receives Tiange"
One unbelievable message after another lingered in his mind, almost pushing his head until it burst.
If it wasn't for the essence of the opening article, which clearly stated his identity, and if it wasn't for the Chinese characters, pinyin, and even English from the previous time and space mixed in from time to time throughout the text, he wouldn't believe that this thing was really written by himself, and he couldn't believe it. All kinds of weird situations.
After sorting out all the obtained information one by one, Gu Juan made several judgments.
First, the sunlight during the day has a strong lethality on him, so he can't go out a step before the night comes.
Second, whenever it was late at night, he would not be able to restrain the drowsiness that swept over him. At most, he would just fall asleep when he insisted on a cup of tea. Once you close it, you will love it.
Thirdly, it is now clear that he came into contact with a restaurant in the small town last night, watched the scene where the kitchen was cooking blood and the dead man was lying on the ground, and had an in-depth exchange with the waiter who ran out to ask for money, and finally Take an ax and kill him.
Then he came to this courtyard and had a fight with the woman in white clothes and white skirts. In the middle, he mentioned the arrival of angels and the organization of the sky, and left behind puzzles that made people think hard.
Time passed by little by little, Gu Juan stayed in the house until night fell, then changed into the loose robe worn by Gao Guanbo, took some jade money, and sneaked into the noisy long street outside.
In the next period of time, he really integrated himself into the candlelit town that only "comes alive" at night, and became a town resident who smuggled in.
Or it would be more appropriate to say that they are night owls who come out at night.
During the day, I hid in the residence in the courtyard of the small town to avoid the light. When night fell and the moon was at the top of the moon, I sneaked out of the house and walked on the street with other town residents, observing and recording what I saw. Listen to everything that comes to mind.
When everyone went back to their homes and looked for their mothers, Gu Juan naturally wouldn't stay outside alone, but went to a courtyard in order, and he couldn't help but hack the aborigines inside to death first, and then there was no one there. The dove occupied the magpie's nest with a psychological burden, fell asleep, and waited for the night to fall the next day.
He temporarily gave up his thoughts on Dr. Su in white clothes and skirts. Compared with other residents of the town, this woman is really difficult to deal with. If something goes wrong, she may even be seriously injured, or even risk capsizing.
Therefore, in line with the principle of first easy and then difficult, he had no choice but to set his sights on other people, and he made good records, shooting a shot to change a place, and gained the true meaning of guerrilla warfare.
With the passage of time, the diary written by Gu Juan became thicker and thicker, and the content became more and more in-depth and detailed. Whenever he woke up in the morning and his memory was habitually lost, the first time he saw his diary As I was writing, I felt more and more amazed in my heart.
To be precise, it was a kind of shock from a male dog.
It can also be said to be doubts arising from the violent conflict between thought and reality.
After being shocked and puzzled, the only thing Gu Juan often did was to sort out and summarize the contents of the diary, and then go out after dark to further enrich and perfect the contents of the diary, so that when he wakes up tomorrow morning An even bigger surprise for myself.
And in the entire process of implementing the observation plan, the only and biggest problem is
very hungry! ! !
Really really hungry
Only when he woke up from the house for the first time, he didn't feel so hungry, but he didn't eat or drink a sip of water for several days. Even with his health strength, he had already reached the point where he was about to collapse. edge.
That is to say, the air in the second half of the night is foggy and humid, which allows him to absorb a little water from it, otherwise, the lack of water alone may have killed him.
Throughout the observation diary of the entire town, the number of bloody kitchens mentioned in the restaurant is the most, which also shows that in the case of extreme hunger,?I have had doubts about the content I recorded more than once, and then went to the back kitchen of the restaurant again and again to check and confirm.
As a result, naturally, there was no result.
Whether you should be hungry or you should be hungry, you should endure or endure, and continue to observe and explore the fog that shrouds the entire town until you break through the obstacles and escape, or wait until the day when he really can't bear it and goes crazy.
The night is dark and the breeze is cool.
Gu Juan walked slowly in the gray area intertwined with lights and darkness, passing by residents one after another with a blank expression on his face.
I have to say that every time I see people who have died in my diary and walk past them alive and kicking, I always feel a little complicated and weird.
Of course, it is more busy and exhausted.
Because he has to distinguish one by one in the shortest possible time, which people he has killed and which people have not been greeted by his ax yet.
This is a job that tests memory and observation skills, not to mention that because of habitual memory loss, he can only find clues from the words recorded in the diary, and compare them one by one with the crowd on the street. It's not big, and it can't be said that it's not cumbersome.
Fortunately, after observing and recording countless times, he found that the nightlife of the town residents has quite a pattern to follow. It can even be said that it is like acting on a stage. Every night, he will come out to rehearse, from the script to the venue , From actors to lines, from positioning to stuck points, they are almost the same every time and tend to be consistent.
And with the increase in the number of his killings on this stage, the difficulty of investigation has become much less difficult, which also reduces the difficulty of observing records, but it also brings more doubts about the town. Doubts about something.
What's more, every courtyard seems to hide a secret that has never been seen through, because no matter what kind of movement he makes inside, it will not affect the outside of the courtyard wall, which is really hard to imagine. untie.
Gu Juan took a deep breath, pretending to have a bulging belly, sniffing the aroma of the food all the way, and once again stood in front of the thriving restaurant.
He decided to take a deeper action tonight, instead of touching ordinary townspeople, he would target the middle-aged man who mentioned the angel descending several times. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com