Chapter 261 2 Weeks of Variables

……I see.

Is this the so-called "sun that never sets"?

Before Annan entered this nightmare, he knew that the name of this dream-condensed egg was "The Sun That Never Sets".

At first, he thought that this world was the scorching wasteland of Eternal Day, and he thought that this would not hurt him—Annan, who possesses the element of brilliance, is completely immune to radiation damage. Even without the protection of the atmosphere, Annan can live well. It can even be used in turn as a weapon to attack others.

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

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

——Why are almost all of Annan's abilities banned?

the reason is simple.

Because this is not the real world.

This place should be someone's dream... or rather, a dream within a dream.

"If I'm not wrong," Annan thought, "this place should be related to the previous fire and smoke."

Annan did not forget a single detail.

When he entered this nightmare, he first appeared on the bed. At that time, it seemed that he had been given some medicine, and he became groggy and unable to open his eyes... Immediately afterwards, someone raised the ax in his hand high towards him.

If nothing else.

The world Annan lives in now should indeed be illusory. One floor up is the man in the fire.

Maybe there's a third layer, but... who knows.

Since the moth mother named this dream-condensed egg "The Sun That Never Sets", it means that the theme of this nightmare must be the current level. In a sense, this decrypted version is even spoiled by its name...

And Annan can't die in this copy, otherwise he will really die; since the gray craftsman knows that the old grandmother is awake, and Zhiji is watching outside, he can't deliberately design to murder Annan...then he didn't tell Annan at all before The specific information of this nightmare, there is no doubt that the truth needs only one point to reveal, and there is no room for a little spoiler.

—Then the truth of the story must be very simple.

For Annan... Graysmith's "choose not to spoil at all" itself has become another kind of spoiler.

When the sun went down, Annan reincarnated back to the "old woman". And seeing a doctor is still behind him, so at least this time is not the morning of the "next day" before.

According to Annan's understanding, this nightmare should have a "soft rage" mechanism.

Because every time he enters a new identity, the intelligence obtained by Annan and his vision will increase exaggeratedly. This kind of preferential treatment cannot be free-when Annan experiences everyone's perspective, he will be able to solve all the mysteries.

Then its difficulty must lie in the fact that Annan could not obtain complete information.

If Annan did not find the final "murderer" in the eight reincarnations—or seven or even six reincarnations, then he might really die here.

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

In fact, Annan already has an idea in his mind now.

If it goes well, just go through this reincarnation again. By the beginning of the third week, Annan will be able to complete the decryption.

"Doctor," Annan imitated the old woman's quacking laughter, and whispered to the strong man behind him, "You seem to have something to say."

"...Is it so obvious?"

The doctor smiled wryly, "I'm so sorry...

"Do you have to tell the truth?"

"I hope so."

Annan replied.

The doctor sighed, and said softly: "Old woman, you... have something for your body, right?"

Annan remained silent, waiting for the doctor to continue playing.

"Tomorrow, I will have to have an operation."

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

"But even if it is an operation, there is no guarantee that it will end smoothly."

"In other words, I might die on the operating table tomorrow... right."

Annan said softly.

The strong doctor said in a deep voice: "What you said is true. But I will try my best..."

"No need to say that, doctor."

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

"But do you... really believe in yourself?"

Hearing Annan's endless words, the doctor was silent for a moment.

Annan went on to say: "Besides that, there is another thing tomorrow...you remember it."

"Ah, yes."

The doctor sighed: "Indeed, I once promised that...but I'm destined to break my promise."

Annan's heart skipped a beat.

He turned his head slightly and said in a low voice, "You still decide to go on like this."

"It's too late."

The doctor sighed: "He thinks of me as a hero, but I'm just a deserter.

"Tomorrow is the day we agreed on, but I..."

"Are you planning to escape?"

Annan asked sharply: "It's all here now, can't we face the past?"

For ordinary people, such words are not very polite and may lead to hostility.

But Annan's current identity can be said exactly like this - the reason is very simple, because his current identity is an old lady who is about to burp. Even if you say a little impolite words, you can be understood and tolerated.

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

He sighed and said in a low voice: "Because I'm a coward...I'm a despicable deserter.

"How I ran away from the battlefield... I'm going to run away like that on my doorstep.

"Like a dog."

"Are you still not going to find your son?"

Annan asked further.

But the doctor didn't answer, just kept silent.

He was basically sure that the doctor was the "heroic father" he saw on the first note.

Then infer in reverse... the identity of the owner of the first note is basically confirmed.

So Annan asked inductively: "Actually, I think he might have recognized you already. Otherwise, he wouldn't be particularly silent in front of you."

"He was very silent."

The doctor argued.

And this reply was basically tantamount to admitting that "Tinker" was his son—out of the eight people in the village, only Tinker was the most silent.

So Annan chuckled and made a final confirmation: "That's right. Because the only thing he can't cultivate is his heart."

"……It was my fault."

Not surprisingly, the doctor was silent for a while and then 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 eat."

"Have you nothing else to do?"

asked the doctor.

Annan sneered silently.

"certainly."

he replied.

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

However, Annan clearly realized at this time that the timeline had changed.

It was supposed to be with the "old woman" and "doctor" and the "tinker" who arrived, but it was not here. And "Abo" and "Yellow Hair" who should have arrived earlier have not yet arrived.

Annan and the doctor were the first to arrive!

"I'm going to see that."

He raised his voice, pointed to the note on the wall, and said loudly to the doctor.

This is also a temptation.

as expected.

The doctor was a little dazed.

"Watching what? The radio."

he asked.

Apparently he hadn't noticed the notes on the radio at all.

It's as if they never existed in the first place.

"Yes, the radio."

Annan coped and said, "I'll see if it's still usable."

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

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

Surprisingly... even the note was different this time!

The piece of paper that was supposed to be the philosopher had bloody handprints on it, but this time it turned into another piece of paper with a black circle on it.

Annan carefully looked 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 crumpled: "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'm supposed to have a wonderful and interesting life, but why—why does it have to be me and not anyone else?

"Every night it's a rush - I just don't want to work and have money, what's wrong with that? The work never ends, it never ends... Every day I look at her like she's dying, But I waited for more than half a month, and I waited longer before, but she still hangs on her breath!

"Tomorrow...wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow, I must have a good talk with that old woman... find someone to replace me. I think the old man is good, and it happens to be a couple. The short-lived ghost and the bad old man are a perfect match.

"—If it doesn't work, kill her. Smother her with a pillow in the wheelchair, let her suffocate to death. Anyway, she is dying, and no one will suspect that I did it.

"Okay, let's do that."

The handwriting on the note gradually changed from chaotic to neat.

Just like its owner's train of thought gradually became clearer.