mtl008 Chapter 243 Three Days Should Be Enough
Chapter 243 Three Days Should Be Enough
That night.
He respectfully lit a cigarette for the security guard of Tsuki No Mori, then Kashiwa Sanhui nodded to the security guard in a friendly manner and drove the car into the Tsuki No Mori campus with Shoko, who was huddled in the back seat wearing the Tsuki No Mori school uniform.
Although he had quit smoking, there was still some high-quality tobacco left in Kashiwa Sanhui's house. Besides collecting it to show off, he also used it to bribe the good comrades who were guarding the gate, so that he could save as much time as possible - although it would cost some money, at least he didn't have to spend time thinking of a reason to sneak into the Moon Forest.
Fortunately, Xiangzi changed into his old junior high school uniform in order to enter. Not only did it feel tight, but he also felt an inexplicable sense of shame. As a high school student, wearing a junior high school uniform only made Xiangzi feel that he was already an old man who should give gold coins to Xiao Lenai... even though he was only seventeen years old.
It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Baihe Sanhui parked the car. Because Xiangzi had not eaten dinner, it would be difficult to attack the palace on an empty stomach, so he spent some time on the way to buy some food to feed Xiangzi.
The stars are shining brightly, but it is not as clear as the night sky in summer. The moon has gradually changed from full to crescent, and the sky is hazy as if there is a blank space.
There were no security guards chasing Xiangzi today, so the two of them walked into the auditorium almost leisurely, holding bottled water for watering cucumbers... and pencils, erasers and paper for sketching?
"Doctor, why are you carrying all this?" Xiangzi felt exhausted carrying a large one-liter bottle of mineral water. Given Baihe Sanhui's personality, he would definitely order him around like a slave, asking him to carry things while he, like an old gentleman, leisurely opened the Impression Space app on his phone...
Indeed, this wave is the prophet Xiaoxiang.
However, Baihe Sanhui did not make Xiangzi a slave. He just put his pencil and eraser into Xiangzi's pocket, and kept the other things for himself.
If your windbreaker gets stained with graphite charcoal or eraser crumbs, it will be difficult to clean.
"It's useful. Anyway, you don't need to spend energy to carry things. Just bring me a pencil and eraser."
After Baihe Sanhui finished speaking, he carried a small drawing board and a light-colored painting the size of a bound book in one hand, and stretched out his other hand to the somewhat stunned Xiangzi, motioning Xiangzi to hold it.
Although Xiangzi blushed a little, he was used to Baihe Sanhui's Western style after all, so he naturally performed a kneeling and skirt-lifting ceremony and then led the hand.
It’s not that Xiangzi is acting like a young lady, but it’s mainly to convince herself that this is just etiquette, and don’t be shy and enjoy it boldly.
I closed my eyes, and just a moment passed before the unique cold wind in the palace whistled past my ears again, and the warm skin in my hands suddenly turned into the silky coolness of leather gloves.
We’re here, Xiaomu...or rather, Mortis’s palace.
There wasn't much change here compared to last time, except that the doll was more broken, and there was even some yellowish cotton wool falling out of the edge of Xiangzi's black boots. The three bullet holes on the big screen facing the bed had gone from three to two.
On the wall next to him, there was a line of large characters painted in blood-red paint in Latin. Baihe Sanhui put down the hand that was holding Xiangzi and the sketching tools on the other side, and began to translate carefully.
“The Christ must suffer and rise from the dead the third day…Who is the Christ?”
Kashiwa Sanhui pondered this question carefully. He thought that Christ must be Xiao Mu, but why did Mortis predict that Xiao Mu would be resurrected in three days?
Ignoring his muscle memory, Xiangzi picked up the handle on the ground and knelt on the ground to prepare to start. Baihe Sanhui carefully looked at the poor cucumber lying on the bed, which was becoming increasingly withered but still retained a glimmer of life.
It would be better to ask yourself, when did Xiao Mu die?
Not long after, the sound of Xiangzi throwing the controller in frustration called back Kashiwa Sanhui's attention - it seems that Xiangzi is really not suitable for playing games. He still can't figure out how to play this pixel game on the screen that is very similar to "I Wanna"... Why does this pixel man look so familiar?
Is this Xiao Mu? This cyan pixelated figure kneeling on the ground gasping for breath is Xiao Mu?
"Hey, Xiangzi," Baihe Sanhui suddenly realized something and quickly patted Xiangzi on the shoulder and asked, "When did this game... start?"
Xiangzi scratched his head with a headache and responded simply: "It's just... some time ago, I often didn't go to school, and that's when I was doing this."
In fact, you haven't fulfilled your duties as a student for a long time. You haven't been to school since the beginning of the semester. If you were in China, I wouldn't be able to protect you - although he complained in his heart, Baihe Sanhui still stood behind Xiangzi, watching Xiangzi controlling Xiaomu on the screen to jump up and down.
Should we say that he is worthy of being Xiao Mu? He actually learned to double jump just to chase a pixel Xiangzi who is always on the right side of the screen. He can recite the lines while jumping on the platform without taking a breath, and he can also collect a few cucumbers to increase the score. When the score is full, he will fight the BOSS.
Xiangzi was quite adept at platform jumping and parkour, but he was always easily defeated in boss battles. It was as if the little Mu who speed-ran the platform had trudged through mountains and rivers to get to the big boss Xiangzi was just a piece of shit on the side of the road that he could easily kick to death...
But put yourself in their shoes, if you were to play the game as a beginner, with yourself as the big boss, and the attack method was to use the words you said before as a barrage attack, and then control the people you hurt as characters to play Dongfang to defeat you... It would be difficult for you to hold on.
No wonder Xiangzi's face turned redder and redder as he played, his breathing became more and more irregular, and he even started to have tears welling up in his eyes...
Baihe Sanhui sighed and was thinking about whether he should persuade Xiangzi to give him the controller. Not to mention that this kind of oriental barrage game was completely easy for him, those language boomerangs could not hit him.
"Hmm... Doctor, what does that Latin mean?"
In fact, Xiangzi's mentality had been completely messed up by those boomerangs, but when he thought that there was a man he liked behind him who was watching him laugh without saying a word, he didn't dare to say anything for a moment. Instead, he pretended to be relaxed and found a topic. The line of scary Latin next to it was a good topic.
"Christ must suffer and rise from the dead on the third day... I'm afraid you need to speed up. If you can't complete this game within three days, Xiaomu will never wake up."
Moreover, Mortis, the owner of the palace, has never shown up, so even if he wants to pass through physically, he can't find his target.
"But..." Xiangzi was a bit embarrassed. He could probably count the number of games he had played in his life on one hand. He was completely terrible at them. And now, after only fifteen minutes of playing, his past backfired and shattered his mentality. "I don't think I can do it. What should I do?"
"It's none of my business. This game is entirely about the grudge between you and Xiaomu, right?"
Kashiwa Sanhui reached out and took out the three pencils that were originally in Xiangzi's pocket, which naturally moved to the outside of Xiangzi's boots near his ankles after he arrived at the palace. He took it in his hand and began to sketch.
I have learned a little bit before, although it is only level 2, a complete novice level, but it is barely enough.
"What if it's Xiao Mu..."
"Believe in yourself," Kashiwa Sanhui said, his gaze still fixed on the interiors of the surrounding rooms, while he began to give Xiangzi some chicken soup. "You said you can handle it yourself, you don't need my help."
Be strong, little girl. It’s not that I don’t want to help you.
As Lian Sang said, most of the palaces have dynamic difficulty. If I took over the controller, it would definitely not be a touhou barrage game but a horror soul game.
Xiao Mu will definitely not be the cute duck sitting down to breathe and rest with his eyes closed. In my hands, Xiao Mu will only be tortured in various ways that will not pass muster.
"Huh... Doctor, you're right." Baihe Sanhui's level 8 charm took effect. After drinking the chicken soup, Xiangzi wiped his tears and continued with a resolute look. "I will make up for the mistakes I made myself. I will rescue Xiaomu with my own hands!"
That's right, the sun at eight or nine o'clock should be full of energy and spirit. Baihe Sanhui stroked Xiangzi's blue-haired head, then focused on his sketching work, recording the general interior design of the entire room on his drawing paper...
Three days, which is Saturday.
That should be enough.
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PS: wsd, if you can't write, don't write. If you don't have enough writing skills, don't use the main characters as tools and springboards. There are so many marginal characters in the plot, such as Xiang's father, Mori Minami, and Lana, but you just bully Aine. It makes me laugh.
If the author didn’t have something to say and wrote 300 words, I would… forget it and stop cursing.
PPS: It's 1:22 AM now. I've only slept for four hours in two days, but I still can't fall asleep. No matter how I think about it, I feel so upset. Anyone would be fine, why Aine?
wsd, you'd better have everyone in the GO group treat Aine like their dad for at least three minutes at the beginning of the next episode. I want to see Soyo folding a lap pillow on Aine and feeding her grapes, Teacher Daxiang massaging her feet, relaxing her shoulders and telling her stories, and then Aine taking a nice nap surrounded by everyone, and then you can cut to talking about your stupid hen-stuck plot.
PPPS: At 3:22 am Beijing time on February 16th, I suddenly realized that my second creation was a huge boomerang. The title and many of the dialogues and contents were completely predicted.
How about I start writing Aion now as a super guitarist who tortures Ichiri into a street corner?
pppps: Four twenty-nine...
No, I really can't watch the community anymore. If this continues, I'm going to die suddenly...
The new chapter has been set to a timer. If nothing unexpected happens, Shushu will take a day off to sleep and rest...
Can I sleep until next Thursday? I'll find out if all those spoilers from the uncle party flying around are true. Is there any need for me to continue reading this hen card?
I really want to give up...but we agreed to keep updating until the end...
I think I can still fight.
ppppps: At 5:44, I suddenly calmed down and watched episode 7 again. This time I didn’t open the barrage or even turn on the lights in the room.
After thinking about it carefully, although the seventh episode was poorly done, there is still some good news - the line about the lamp is "built", which means that the lamp in the groove at the back is probably a fake medicine.
Maybe I'm just doping myself with cybersleeping pills, but I really hope the writers only lost themselves in episode 7, and did the rest of the six episodes with lucid minds...at most, they were allowed to drink.
I really like Bandoli. I really don't want the hen card to use abstract plots to destroy the most important character of Deng, deny mygo, step on go's corpse to end and then leave a memorial hall for fans. I really... like it...
All fake medicines are fake, and I am no longer awake. Let’s stop here, I really want to sleep.