I'm not sick! So do my other personalities!

The winter sun shines down into the valley, illuminating rows of neat fields.

The fields were sparsely dotted with figures, carefully arranging crops.

They were very skillful in their techniques, and they had obviously developed a physical memory for farming. They were weeding and talking and laughing loudly at the same time.

As time goes by, the sun's shadow sets in the west, and the chill dispelled by the sun begins to gradually emerge.

The villagers did not waste any time. They packed up their farm tools one after another, washed them in the ditch at the entrance of the village, and returned home one after another.

The originally quiet village suddenly became lively with the return of the villagers.

The sounds of playing, chasing, beating of washing clothes, the sound of fetching water, the sounds of poultry and livestock...are intertwined into a vivid rural life.

Soon, smoke curled up from the chimney above the thatched house, blurring the dusty house and turning it into a picture full of fireworks.

"Hey, gong..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Onomatopoeia calling for livestock to eat comes and goes.

Before dark, the smoke gradually disappears, and every household has fed its poultry and livestock, closed its doors and windows, and prepared to rest.

When night falls, the whole village has quieted down, and the frosty moonlight is shining softly. The remote village is like a perched beast, quietly crawling in the valley.

Only the occasional barking of dogs sounded, adding to the silence of the night.

To the north of the village, there is a thatched house that looks no different from other houses.

There are three houses arranged in a row, with a yard surrounded by hedges outside. The free-range poultry has been locked in a pen behind the kitchen, and the only goat is tied in a side room.

The bright moonlight shines into the main house through the windows stuffed with thatch, and the silvery white light reflects the outline of the house.

In the house with four walls, there are three figures sitting on the floor.

They were all hiding in the shadows, and the moonlight fell on the open space between the three of them, like a sparkling wave of light.

Suddenly, the figure sitting at the top said in a hoarse voice: "We have roughly figured out the situation in the village."

"This village is too remote. It has not had contact with the outside world for many years, and it has no name."

"Most of the villagers in the village are ordinary farmers, nothing special."

"What's weirder is that there are three families."

"The first house is the village chief's house; the second house is the blacksmith shop in the north of the village; and the third house is the coffin shop in the west of the village."

"The village chief's name is Chu Hu, and his surname is Fan. It is said that his ancestors came from Chu land in ancient China."

"In that place, in ancient times, it is said that witchcraft culture was prevalent."

"Chu Hu's family often performs some inexplicable sacrifices."

"During this period, Chu Hu's youngest son fell ill. This morning, Chu Hu held another sacrifice."

"I have asked about some issues about sacrifices, but the terminology, language, and titles in ancient China are a bit different from modern times."

"I lack relevant memory and can't understand many words."

"So I didn't get any particularly valuable information."

"The blacksmith shop in the north of the village, the smelting technology is a bit too advanced."

"Basically all the ironware in the entire village comes from that blacksmith shop."

"We haven't yet figured out the origin of the blacksmith's technology."

"As for the coffin shop in the west of the village..."

"It's strange. Based on the population and labor force of this village, they can't actually support a blacksmith shop, and they don't need a specialized coffin shop at all."

"Anyway, the coffin shop gives me a very uncomfortable feeling."

"My intuition tells me that it's best not to get close to the coffin shop until the 'digital energy' is restored."

The other two figures listened calmly. The figure on the left changed his posture slightly and said in a gentle voice: "The current situation is very obvious."

"This time and space has been infected by the 'digital virus'."

"However, in this current time and space, no matter which country we are in, mathematics has not really developed yet."

"So the way of contracting the virus is a little different from modern society."

"And the most important point is that the exit of the space-time tunnel is. So far, I don't know where it is."

"We are here now, but we can't go back for the time being."

The third figure nodded and said in a strange tone: "The most important thing for us now is to restore the 'digital energy' first."

"I've tried many things during the day without success."

"So, we must first find an infected person in the [disease stage]..."

"The more abnormal places such as the village chief's house, blacksmith shop and coffin shop are, the more likely there are infected people."

"During the day today, many people went to the village chief's house."

"The 'Ash Order' and the 'Fourth-Dimensional Utopia' should have already started taking action."

"It will be a bit late if we go to the village chief's house after dawn tomorrow."

"As far as I can tell, no one has been to the blacksmith shop yet."

"Tomorrow, let's go to the blacksmith shop!"

The other two figures nodded slightly in agreement.

The figure sitting at the top continued: "Besides these, I also heard some news."

"If you hear a knock on the door at night, don't open the door."

"Don't answer either."

"It is said that this village is haunted in the middle of the night."

"It seems that such rumors of hauntings were often heard in ancient China."

"So, I am still not sure whether this so-called haunting is a rumor spread by ancient villagers with no higher education, exaggerating some natural phenomena; or is it the result of a 'digital virus'?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

A knock on the door came from outside the door. The three people in the room immediately stopped talking, and the whole thatched house was silent.

The three of them looked at each other, and the figure closest to the door quietly stood up and walked behind the door.

This figure had no intention of opening the door. Instead, he lay behind the door and looked out through the gap between the two wooden doors.

Dong dong dong...

The knocking on the door continued, and a thin and short figure stood outside the door. The bright silver moonlight shone from behind the figure, seeming to have coated him with a layer of silver. It could be vaguely seen that there was a black mole on the figure's neck. , the gray little face, the eye sockets, empty, no eyeballs.

※※※

Moonlight flowed into the room like water, and scattered on Zhou Zhen's body.

He suddenly moved and opened his eyes.

Looking at the simple and dilapidated thatched house, Zhou Zhen quickly remembered his previous memories and stood up immediately.

Although he had already slept, he was still cold and hungry.

Zhou Zhen moved his hands and feet a little, and without any hesitation, he immediately walked to the bed, picked up the brick that served as a pillow, opened the wooden door, and walked out.

The ground outside the door was covered with frost, and the moonlight illuminated the gray village during the day, turning it into a pale and cold landscape.

Zhou Zhen walked quickly on the tamped mud ground, the cold wind blew in his face and tore his thin clothes, but Zhou Zhen was not worried at all about catching a cold.

He had a clear goal and went straight to the village chief's house.

Different from the previous times, this time when he went to the village chief's house, there was no fog on the road, and the surrounding houses, hedges, and low walls were all very clear.

Soon, he came to the yard of the village chief's house.

Zhou Zhen spent a little effort, climbed over the low wall, walked through the spacious courtyard, and came to the door of the thatched house.

Looking at the wooden door made of firewood in front of him, Zhou Zhen immediately started knocking on the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

A crisp knock on the door echoed in the spacious yard.

Dong-dong-dong...dong-dong-dong-dong...

The room was silent and there was no response.

Zhou Zhen did not give up. He took out the bricks he carried and started to smash the door.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang...

Bang bang bang...

After smashing the door for a long time, there was still silence inside.

Zhou Zhen immediately frowned and thought about it seriously. He stopped banging on the door, picked up the bricks, and stood guard not far from the door.

Time passed little by little. I don’t know how long it took, but a familiar thin figure came kicking from the direction of the courtyard gate.

The figure was dark and thin, with a hollow expression. The whole person looked confused and seemed to be very unconscious.

Zhou Zhen stood by the door, using the moonlight to see the other person's face clearly, and he was immediately relieved when he confirmed that the person coming was Ji Li.

No wonder the knock on the door just now was useless. It turned out that the other party was not at home at all!

Soon, Ji Li returned home. After seeing Zhou Zhen, he subconsciously changed his direction and walked towards Zhou Zhen.

Seeing Ji Li approaching, Zhou Zhen not only did not run away this time, but instead raised the brick in his hand and smashed it directly on the opponent's head.

Snapped!

Ji Li was immediately hit and fell to the ground, but there were no signs of injury on his head.

Suddenly attacked, Ji Li's consciousness seemed to wake up from his confusion. He immediately got up from the ground and fled home.

Zhou Zhen quickly followed.

The door of the thatched house of the village chief's house was tightly closed, and no matter how Zhou Zhen smashed it just now, he had no intention of opening it.

But as soon as Ji Li approached, the unusually strong wooden door immediately opened silently.

Looking at this scene, Zhou Zhen was not unfamiliar at all.

In that classroom, he could also open the front and back doors of the classroom at will.

But for other personalities, I can’t even find the door!

Ji Li rushed into the door instantly, and before the wooden door closed, Zhou Zhen rushed in after him.

Behind the wooden door is a main room with a common layout in rural areas. On the wall facing the door is a faded scroll, which is a bit like the nave of later generations. The scroll is made of fabric. It may be because of its age, and it is covered with large There were holes, big and small, and it was obviously badly damaged.

Under the scroll is a long table, which looks like it was used for sacrifices, and below it is a square table for eating.

The tables and chairs are very low, and it seems that the custom of sitting on one's knees is still preserved.

After Ji Li entered the door, without any hesitation, he went straight behind the curtain on the side of the long case and plunged into the back room.

Zhou Zhen followed behind without missing a step, and also rushed into the back room.

The size of the back room was similar to the thatched hut he woke up in. The largest piece of furniture in the room was the bed placed against the wall, with a dark and thin figure lying on it, exactly like Ji Li.

Ji Li kept running towards the bed.

When Ji Li came to the bed and was about to climb onto the bed, Zhou Zhen rushed over and hit Ji Li with another brick!

Ji Li was knocked down again and fell to the ground. Just like before, there was no bleeding or any scratches on the opponent's head.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Zhen quickly stepped forward, turned over neatly, and successfully rushed to the bed!

The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly and saw a roof made of straw mats. There were dried straw sticking out of the gaps, hanging sparsely like khaki tassels.

The long-lost warmth came over him, and he felt that his body was no longer cold, but lying on a shabby but warm bedding. On the cabinet beside him, an oil lamp dimly illuminated. Next to the oil lamp, there was a bowl of water, which seemed to be It was meant for drinking, but it was already cold at the moment.

The adobe house, with all its cracks carefully repaired, is firmly protected from wind and frost.

Zhou Zhen turned his head and looked to his side. This was no longer the dilapidated and leaky thatched house before, but the house where the village chief's family Ji Li lived!

At this moment, Ji Li had disappeared, and Zhou Zhen was the only one in the whole room.

Zhou Zhen moved his body and felt that there was no strength left in his limbs, and the weakness seemed to emanate from his bones.

He sat up with great effort, and after some effort, he climbed down from the bed and went to the cabinet next to him. He carefully brought down the water and looked at his reflection carefully with the help of the light of the oil lamp.

A dark, thin and frail face was reflected in the water. It was Ji Li from the village chief's family!

Zhou Zhen was not surprised at all when his guess was confirmed.

"really……"

"It's also [split personality]!"

"My one-dimensional consciousness after entering the time and space tunnel traveled through time and became 'Bohuang', but this 'Bohuang' is not a living person, but one of the personalities of Ji Li, the youngest son of the village chief!"

"It's not just me."

"Lu Xingkuan, as well as Shu Dou and Zhong Song who were playing the 'touch the blind' game at that time... all those children have the personality of the village chief's Ji Li!"

"strangeness……"

"Why are these symptoms so similar to mine?"

While thinking about it, Zhou Zhen felt very hungry. He immediately walked to the end of the bed, picked up the shabby clothes hanging there and put them on.

After taking measures to keep warm, Zhou Zhen carefully lifted the curtain and looked out through the gap.

Outside is the main room. At this moment, the moonlight flows in through the crack of the door like water, and it is quiet and cold.

The main room was empty.

Zhou Zhen held his breath and waited for a moment to confirm that there was no danger outside, and then quickly walked out of the back room.

After he entered the main room, he walked directly towards the kitchen without stopping.

The door into the kitchen was closed tightly, but at this time, it was almost impossible for anyone to be in the kitchen, and the door would certainly not be locked.

Zhou Zhen came to the door and was about to open it and go in to find some food when he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the stove.

Click... click... click...

The abnormal sound was very crisp, as if sharp teeth had easily bitten the bone, and then chewed it slowly. It was particularly harsh in the silent night.

At the same time, thick and sweet blood flowed quietly from the crack in the kitchen door, soaking into the compacted mud in the blink of an eye.

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