Doomsday Jigsaw Game

(I have a cold, and it’s quite fierce. I have to go to the hospital tomorrow. I will post tomorrow’s chapter first, but there may only be one update tomorrow, understand)

The darkness around him made Yin Shuang unable to feel where he was.

The voice of the person on the other end of the phone is different from that of Bai Wu, it sounds younger, or younger.

After hearing the phrase "Hello, my name is Baiwu", Yin Shuang suddenly fell into a panic, and it was this panic that dragged her into this dark illusion, and then she felt great pain .

It was as if countless needles had been stuck on the nerve endings.

"Answer wrong, don't let the pain cloud your judgment. You shouldn't get this simple question wrong."

The middle-aged man's voice made Yin Shuang feel very gentle, but what she felt next was not tenderness, but worsening pain.

She wanted to open her eyes, but even rolling her eyelids was painful.

What the hell is going on with all this? Why are you here? Why would a child say his name is Bai Wu?

What about White Mist?

Many questions appeared in Yin Shuang's mind, she subconsciously used Shu Jingfeng's breath, but it didn't work.

The pain she endured here has already exceeded her tolerance limit for pain, and the quiet wind in the trees can only make her feel the pain more clearly.

"Slight pain will make people's thinking quicker. In order to relieve the pain, the body will secrete various gain hormones, such as adrenaline. But let's think about the problem from another angle."

The man's voice was still gentle and magnetic.

If the time was changed, Yin Shuang would think that the owner of this voice was an academic researcher with glasses and a gentle demeanor.

She tried her best to open her eyes, and the face she saw was indeed in line with her imagination.

"This uncle... is similar to Bai Wu, but he is a little more calm and friendly than Bai Wu."

She hasn't figured out the situation yet, and doesn't know who the pain she feels is coming from.

But this situation didn't last long, and Yin Shuang's consciousness was knocked loose again by the severe pain.

This is not the "slight pain" that this man said, even for a veteran of the investigative army like Yin Shuang, it is completely unbearable.

"Instead of thinking that the body secretes various hormones to relieve the pain when in pain, why not think that the body is eager to feel the pain and is constantly secreting hormones to encourage us?"

"So in a sense, pain is your partner."

"You have to get used to it and feel it. The expression on your face is too ugly. You have to be happy at this time. Even if you are not happy, you have to put on a calm posture."

The needles pierced some acupuncture points on Yin Shuang's face, and the severe pain made her collapse for a while, before she completely lost consciousness.

This time Yin Shuang finally saw that this middle-aged man with kind eyebrows, kind eyes and refined temperament... was torturing himself.

Finally, she heard the middle-aged man say something:

"Bai Wu, you are really a failed work, you let me down so much."

Yin Shuang passed out.

The performance is in the fourth minute after answering the phone.

The fragmented consciousness in her mind constituted a painful dream, in which she couldn't feel the severe pain that pierced her soul.

But the fear of pain is still there.

In her mind, she kept thinking about the phrase "My name is Bai Wu..."

white mist...

"White mist..."

Bai Wu, who was about to go to another phone booth to answer the phone, suddenly heard Yin Shuang's raving.

He turned his head, convinced that Yin Shuang was still in a coma.

"Strange, she is calling my name because the scene in the dream is too dangerous? No... She never asked me for help before."

Speaking of which, Bai Wu felt that something was wrong with Yin Shuang's performance.

The phone should have some kind of special ability to make people enter some kind of spiritual illusion?

But Yin Shuang seems to be falling too fast...

Bai Wu didn't know what Yin Shuang had gone through, otherwise she wouldn't have such thoughts.

It's no wonder Yin Shuang, the pain she endured was unbearable even when Li Lisi was in a state of stillness.

The phone booth on the left continued to make noise.

Bai Wu didn't cross the phone booth, and waited deliberately for a while, but finally found that it didn't work, the person on the other end of the phone was very patient.

It's like you can call forever without answering the phone.

After waiting for two full minutes, Bai Wu answered the phone.

"Hi, my name is Molly."

Judging from the voice, it was a woman on the other end of the phone, with a high-pitched voice, as if she was singing some kind of folk opera that could make people creepy in the middle of the night.

At this time, there was no human fireworks on the street. Normal people would feel a little scared when they heard such a ghostly voice.

In particular, this phone book is a super-sensory phone, which really makes people feel the fear of chills rising.

But as we all know, not being afraid is the standard configuration of the investigation legion, at least Bai Wu thinks so:

"Where are you? Molly is Molly from Moria, or Jasmine from Jasmine. I heard your crying voice. Did you encounter something sad? By the way, can you tell me the phone number? Which one are you broadcasting?" Number? What day of the week are you over there? How is the weather today? Is it night or day? Can you tell me the next year, month, and day?"

"My name is Molly..."

The voice on the other side of the phone was even more stern, and Bai Wu frowned:

"My name is Baiwu, white white, misty fog. I haven't encountered any sad things for the time being, but I have encountered bad things. I am currently at the beginning of a certain street, and I am using the telephone booth on the east side. If calculated according to the tower calendar, Today is Wednesday, daytime. Well, I have said all I have to say, and it is your turn."

"My name is Molly..."

The voice is even more distorted, as if crying and laughing, Bai Wu is incomprehensible:

"Hi Molly, may I help you?"

"Can you say something else? Just say anything, are you in the phone booth right now?"

"At least tell me, how to trigger the task! Is this call just to ask me to listen to your self-reported name?"

"Hey, Xiaoli, are you still listening? Are you still there? It's okay, you can say something casually, and you don't need to answer my questions? Or are you a robot? A program? Is this area also a mechanical area?"

"..."

Beep——Busy beep sounded, and the phone was hung up. It wasn't Bai Wu who hung it up, but the person on the other side.

Bai Wu was puzzled, what's going on? The note mentions that you can only move on after answering a super-sensing call.

Are you done with this? This question was quickly answered. Bai Wu found a countdown on the glass doors of all the phone booths—6:59.

He quickly guessed the truth:

"Six minutes and fifty-nine seconds... This should be the time I can pass through the phone booth freely, but Yin Shuang didn't get the time after calling, it should be the immunity used to offset the negative status. If I take Yin Shuang Go forward, what will happen?"

Bai Wu has no intention of letting Yin Shuang go back too soon.

It's just that he is even more strange now, is Yin Shuang so weak? Answering the phone sounded like nothing.

Or, in fact, different calls have different difficulties?

Up to now, Bai Wu has not felt the so-called difficulty. He only thinks it is impolite for the other party to hang up the phone.

"It seems that we can only wait until she wakes up, and then ask what's going on."

He carried Yin Shuang on his back, and walked past the phone booth. At this moment, Bai Wu noticed that the time of all phone booths was passing faster.

Originally, it was minus one per second, but now it is minus two per second.

"It turns out that if two people cross the boundary, it means that the time deduction speed is doubled. It means that I actually only have more than three minutes to move forward."

Voices were still coming from the phone booth, and now Bai Wu could move freely for more than three minutes, which meant he had the right to choose.

In front of you is a densely packed phone booth that can't be seen at a glance. Although not all the phone booths make a sound, the ringtone basically covers the entire street.

After thinking about it, Bai Wu summed up two feasible customs clearance plans——

"For three minutes, I can choose to keep moving forward, so that I can pass this street in a very short time and see the end of the thing. But it is equivalent to speedrunning. Speedrunning is just pure showmanship. No nutrition."

"I can also choose to answer most of the calls and piece together what happened in this area through the phone."

Thinking about it this way, Bai Wu finally chose the nearest phone booth and prepared to pick it up one by one slowly.

Picking up the receiver again, Bai Wu decided to have fewer problems this time:

"My name is Pang Yu."

This time the recipient was a man. It is difficult to tell the age, it is possible to be between eighteen and thirty

It was this strange tone again. If there were ghosts in this world, then Pang Yu and Mo Li would probably be like the grieving ghosts who died tragically.

"Oh, old Pang, I miss you so much!"

It shouldn't matter if it's close, right?

"My name is Pang Yu!!!"

It seemed that he was enduring some kind of severe torture, anger and unwillingness were all contained in this roar. If it was someone else, he would be able to feel a kind of penetrating atmosphere at this time.

But Bai Wu really couldn't feel it.

It is also obviously because Bai Wu's answer seems to lack some necessary emotion, and he has been unable to enter the scene on the phone for a long time.

Bai Wu thought about it seriously, Roaring Body? Could it be that he has been a netizen for a year? Got it, let's start responding.

"My name is Bai Wu!!!"

"..."

beep--

The phone hangs up.

This time, Bai Wu found that he had more time. Twelve minutes remain on the countdown.

"Well, that's six minutes, but is it so difficult to communicate with me? I've been working hard to answer the phone."

Seeing that Yin Shuang hadn't woken up yet, Bai Wu decided to make another call.

When he came to the phone booth, Bai Wu picked up the receiver for the third time.

"Big brother...help me...I'm so cold...my name is Wen Hao."

If the speed of speech is faster and the tone is more rapid, Bai Wu thinks that the other party is asking for help, but now Bai Wu feels that the other party is a child in sleepwalking, crying weakly.

Reminiscent of the abnormal tone of the other party in the previous two phone calls, Bai Wu suddenly thought of something.

Are these people... all in some kind of distress waiting to be called for help?

The remarks mentioned are calls from across time and space. For the current self, these people may have been dead for a long, long time.

This means that what I am currently receiving is really a ghost call?

Could it be that the reason why these people speak strangely is because they have experienced countless times in a certain cycle?

"How can I save you?"

Probably because she finally felt a little sympathy for the child, Bai Wu soon discovered that the scene outside the phone booth began to dissipate like a jigsaw puzzle, and then new jigsaw puzzles began to rebuild the world.

This scene seems to have passed for a long time, but it seems to be just a moment.

When Bai Wu came back to his senses, he found himself in a strange environment.

The siren sounded, and he seemed to have come to the end of a certain street. At this moment, Bai Wu saw a cruise ship as huge as a sea city outside a certain magnificent port.

Even in his previous life, Bai Wu had never seen such a huge sea mobile device.

The cruise ship is nearly 700 meters away from the port, and it is connected by a cross-sea bridge built near the port.

What is certain is that if the cruise ship launches, this sea bridge covering 700 meters will inevitably collapse.

At the entrance of the bridge, there are many soldiers with guns stationed. The entrance is equivalent to a ticket gate, and a boat ticket is required for boarding a boat.

There was a long queue outside the port, and Bai Wu was in the queue at this time, and in front of her was a family of three who were checking tickets.

Soon it will be his turn to board the ship.

"Everyone must have a ticket! Without a ticket, you are not allowed to pass! Your family only has two tickets, and one person is left."

The person in charge of checking the tickets is very indifferent. Everything on the Ark cruise ship has been carefully calculated. This is a cycle of the human marine ecosystem.

Therefore, the initial population size must also be accurately controlled.

And it was Wen Hao's family of three who were arguing with the ticket inspector in front of Bai Wu.

They are only 700 meters away from the giant cruise ship that seems to represent hope and the future, but right now, the family is facing a multiple-choice question.

Two tickets, three people. Only two people can walk on this sea-crossing bridge, and the remaining person has to stay in this city where there may be few resources left.

Wen Hao's parents begged the ticket inspector in charge to let the twelve-year-old child in.

Their cries were very shrill, but there was still a long line behind, and countless people were waiting to board the boat.

These hoarse shouts seemed so insignificant.

This scene couldn't be more normal for the officer who checked the ticket, and he was already able to remain indifferent.

"Two tickets, only two people can enter. The people in front came here in this way, you better hurry up, you must complete the loading of Area A before tonight. Don't let everyone wait here because of your family of three!"

"I'll only give you 20 seconds! Otherwise, get out of here!"

This seems to be unreasonable, but it is also the most efficient when order is needed the most. Although the ticket inspector's approach has aroused dissatisfaction among many people, it has also made the entire process of entering the ship much smoother.

The sorrows and joys of human beings are actually more or less connected at this moment, because many people in the back row only have one or two boat tickets.

They dragged their families along, hoping to stay together until the last moment.

But if the so-called utopia has only a small place, all the warmth before will be staged a cruel scene at the end.

Wen Hao's fate is obviously already clear. When Bai Wu looked at him, the note that popped up in his eyes was like this——

[Title: Lonely Harbor. Content: The sea breeze at the port is very cold, the tears are very cold, I long for lightning and thunder at night, so that I will not hear the terrible sound of biting, the night is beautiful, my parents have gone far away, on the endless sea, there is no one Waiting for me - Author: handsome eyes. You have also seen that his obsession is floating in this city, but unfortunately you have some problems with your empathy ability and cannot feel it~ You can try to help it, or kill it directly, or take it to a safe place? Or give it a future that has never been realized? 】

Bai Wu probably understood.

The voice from the phone can pull people's consciousness into a certain scene, and feel the experience of the person on the other end of the phone.

It seems that Yin Shuang must have experienced someone's pain, leading to a coma.

Just why is it through a phone booth?

Without thinking too much, Bai Wu looked at the cruise ship in the distance and found that the remarks given by the Eye of Prell were similar to those on both sides of the street before, but there was also an additional reminder:

[It’s just a useless set, you can’t pass this scene and really enter that ship, friendly reminder—what you lose here will be restored after you hang up the phone. 】

Bai Wu already had an idea in the first place, and the hint from the Eye of Prell was the answer.

The props consumed here will not be really consumed, as long as you return to the world outside the phone booth.

And in the manor, Bai Wu once got a boat ticket.