Chapter 343: "smoke"

After the meeting, Wang Songlu found Li Keke and said to him: "Coco, I found some clues here... I didn't say anything at the meeting."
"I'm going to follow these clues and look down. I have to go out of the market again. During this time, you will watch more."
Li Keke glanced.
He understands what Wang Songlu means-first, there may be internal ghosts inside, and he is not at ease; second, ... his trip may not be smooth, and he may be in danger.
But in the end he said nothing, and nodded solemnly.

Three days later.
It's gloomy, and the rain is falling. Wang Songlu, who had just returned from the neighboring city, hurried down from the car with an umbrella, and walked towards his temporary apartment.
The continuous rain obscured people's eyes, even though the five senses of experienced police detectives were no longer as sharp as they used to be. Until approaching, Wang Songlu noticed that there was a person standing in front of his door.
A tall and handsome man, he is tall and tall, holding a black umbrella, the hand of the umbrella is distinct, slender and full of power.
The man under the umbrella has a gentle smile on his face, and is dressed in a simple and decent way, but with some elegance in the details. At a glance, he knows that his family is in good condition and should have a certain social status. His temperament is also rational and harmless, like a university professor who has just stepped down from the podium. He is elegant and elegant, which makes people feel good.
Faced with such outstanding and friendly people, it is difficult for anyone to raise the guard.
Wang Songlu did not relax, on the contrary, he was more alert.
He knew this man.
To be more precise, in the sleepless nights of combing the case, the other party's information has been passed over his hand over and over again.
And the other party's information is as good as his appearance, excellent, perfect and impeccable.
"Sergeant Wang." The man smiled and offered to speak. "My name is Shen Xing. I am a doctor in Aifei Hospital. There are some things I want to trouble Officer Wang..."
His eyes gently glanced at the door of the apartment behind him, his lips slightly raised: "I don't know if it's not convenient to go in and talk?"
Wang Songlu looked at him silently.
...

By six or seven in the evening, the sky was sinking more and more and nothing could be seen. The thunder thundered loudly, and the rain hit the window, making a dull knock.
Wu Fei sat on the sofa in the living room boringly changing the TV channel, and suddenly heard the key ringing outside the door.
He turned his head to look at the door and saw that Shen Xing pushed the door in and carried a large bag full of ingredients as usual.
Wu Fei looked up at the watch hanging on the wall and mumbled, "...How come today is late."
Shen Xing put down the food on his hand, and took off his coat while smiling with a grumpy smile, with two helpless indulgences in his smile: "There was an operation in the afternoon, and it was late after the operation, and when I came back, Catch the traffic jam."
"Oh." Wu Fei responded, and stepped forward to pick up the coat in his hand, but Shen Xing avoided him. He took out an exquisitely packed cake box from the plastic bag of ingredients and handed him: "Hungry. "Go eat, and I saw the one you bought on the way."
He raised his hand and seemed to want to touch Wu Fei's head, but put it down again: "Just after the operation, the body smells bad, waiting for me to change clothes."
Wu Fei held the cake box and approached him. Sure enough, he smelled the smell of disinfectant that hadn't been scattered.
Without asking much, he walked away holding the cake.
The cake is not big, but it is exquisitely made, and it is a mixture of coffee and chocolate. Wu Fei unknowingly ate most of it, and after thinking about it, he left a small piece for Shen Xing.
Middle-aged people are prosperous, and they are not too young. They have to tell Shen Xing later that they can't buy this kind of high-calorie food.
After changing clothes, Shen Xing went downstairs, saw Wu Fei's remaining small cake, and asked, "Don't want to eat it?"
Wu Fei "huh", Shen Xing directly used Wu Fei's previous plate, and soon ate the remaining piece.
All the elegant and self-contained manners are outside.
Their mode of getting along seems to have always been this way-from the youth of embarrassment and embarrassment, two people drink a glass of juice, until now the name has been accomplished, and they have not worried about their daily life. Non-eating, wait until Wu Fei does not eat Shen Xing before going to eat the rest, and get used to it, never feel disgusted or anything wrong.
It seems like the most common but the market couple.
The two of them had dinner and rest as usual on the same day. In the early morning of the next day, Shen Xing went to work again.
Wu Fei woke up and looked at the empty bed beside him, slowly combing some thoughts of these days-
The system gave them such a task. It is logically impossible for them to do it indefinitely. Otherwise, with his ability to perform God, he would not find out if the other party was really derailed in his lifetime.
At that time, it became his inexplicable life with his husband and wife, and spent a lifetime here. When the two teeth were lost, and the words were unclear, he tremblingly asked, "Eh, Shen Xing. , Did you derail in those days?"
Then he can only count on his wife to tell him the truth, so that he can pass through smoothly.
This is obviously unrealistic.
According to his perspective, in order to avoid this situation, the system will definitely limit the time for them to complete the task: one way is to directly limit, such as directly asking him to find out the truth within six months, but so far, the system There is no such dead order; another way is to generate other events in the level, forcing them to have to complete the task within a certain period, otherwise the task will fail.
So in this level, in addition to the "death" or "disclosure of information" clearly stated in the task conditions, what will be the hidden factors that will cause his task to fail due to too slow completion?
On the surface, at least no one would interfere with him to check whether his husband was derailed. This kind of derailment has nothing to do with anyone other than the two of them. As long as both Shen Xing and him are in trouble, he can really find a wild man.
...If you think about it from another angle?
He first assumes that he is definitely not derailed, the system is playing the name of letting him detect the derailment, in fact, letting him check the mysteries about himself and Shen Xing, then if these things are found by others first, are they even considered Lost?
Who will check them? Did he realize this?
Wu Feizheng pondered and picked up his mobile phone. He wanted to ask Yuan Sanfan about his progress-has there been any new news recently, and whether the results of his medicine test have come out.
However, as soon as he unlocked the screen, he saw a new hot news push pop out—
"In the early hours of this morning, a dead man was found under a viaduct in our city... It is said that the man was a detective in the police station. When he was found this morning, he was in his private car with the door unlocked and no one else in the car. , Judging that the time of his death should be yesterday afternoon...the details of the case are currently being further investigated..."
"Who will come to check them? Did he realize this?"
All of a sudden, the thought that just flashed back again.
Hu Ke, who was deliberately or unintentionally investigating the situation of him and Shen Xing, according to Yuan Sanfan, the police detective who was investigating related cases...These people seem to be investigating cases unrelated to them, but these cases are really Are they irrelevant?
After all, he lost his memory and he knew nothing.
So does Shen Xing know?
What would Shen Xing do if he knew?
Shen Xing will stop them.
Whether it is for people inside or outside the level.
What method will Shen Xing use to stop it?
If he jumps out of this level, he believes that there are still a lot of actions he can perform.
But in this level, no matter he or Shen Xing, they have only one way-
That is the method that fits the identity of this level.
The last question, which has been neglected by him before-
What kind of people are he and Shen Xing at this level?
"Ling Lingling--"
At this moment, Wu Fei's phone rang.
It was a strange number. He hesitated and picked it up.
A strange voice came from the phone: "Is it Mr. Wu who made "Smoke"?"
Wu Fei hesitated for a moment, then answered: "I am."
The voice over there was a little more enthusiastic: "Hello Teacher Wu, I am a reporter working in the media company of Hook. My name is Xiaoyuan. We met at the player meeting last time, but you may not Remember me."
"This is the case. Mr. Hu went very unexpectedly. We all felt very sorry and prepared to hold a farewell ceremony. We remembered that Mr. Hu liked your game very much during his lifetime. The spirit of the game "Smog" has always been the same as that of Mr. Hu. The spirit of perseverance in pursuing the truth coincides, so I would like to invite you to participate in..."
Of course, Wu Fei knows the "He Made" game "Smoke". This is a relatively common independent puzzle game with some Cthulhu elements. The protagonist is a laid-off detective. He received a commission from a patron to investigate a mysterious case in a mysterious town. He tried to eliminate all interference and overcome fear, step by step to uncover the truth, and tried to reveal the truth.
But the only companion who believed in him and was willing to help him also sacrificed. The cultist prevented him from publishing news, and those who could reach him sporadically did not believe what he said. Even so, those people would die mad or die. End.
The final result of the customs clearance is that the protagonist himself was crazy and was taken to the hospital. He woke up again on a sunny sunny day, his eyes looking out of the window were a little confused, and a doctor walked in and told him that he was fully recovered and could be discharged.
After that, the game came to an abrupt halt. The overall style and feeling were very depressing. The overall story routine, but the narrative and level design were upside down. It was difficult to make people understand what the producer wanted to say, and it was inevitable.
Wu Fei can of course guess now that Hook did not really like his game, but he was still very happy to accept the invitation.
As soon as the other party hung up, the phone rang again. Wu Fei didn't think much this time, and picked it up inertia-
A familiar and hearty voice from Yuan Sanfan came across: "Is it Mr. Wu? The medicine you asked me to check last time has already come out. When will you come to get it?"
Wu Fei: "..."
I forgot to tell San Fat not to call him on this phone.
He can remember that this phone was monitored by Shen Xing!
Finished...
According to the design of this level, wouldn’t he want to shoot San Fat?
He seemed to have seen the ending of Comrade Yuan Zhicheng's inevitable thrashing...