Chapter 22 Section 21
Wu Leting was astonished.
"……what?"
Ling Di said: "I've been trying to choose an executor who can take over from among the girls who are in charge of taking care of Dinong. But unfortunately, those girls before were all mediocre. But you are different—through these two I have been in contact with you for months, and I found that you are a girl who is good at thinking and has the spirit of research. You are not like other girls who just treat the stories that Dinon told you as jokes or crazy things. You are not interested in unknown things. With a rigorous and persistent attitude, these are all in line with the conditions of a scientific researcher—that is, an executor.”
Wu Leting stared blankly at Ling Di, and suddenly remembered that he had praised herself like this before.
Seeing that Wu Leting was a little moved, Ling Di continued to persuade: "You have to know, not everyone has such an opportunity. Some famous great men and scientists in history have served as executors—for example, the Darius you know. Finch. Think about it, Wu Leting, one of the longest and greatest experiments in human history, and you are one of the participants-you and Da Vinci are conducting the same experiment-isn't this a great deal? Is it an honor?"
Wu Leting looked at Ling Di. "Is that why you told me all this, exactly and in detail?"
"Yes." Ling Di looked at her. "Well, tell me, would you like to?"
Wu Leting glanced at Dean Ge who was lying on the ground. "Then what should he do?"
"He is the target of rebirth. But he is different from what I thought. He didn't realize that you are a talent. So when he wanted to attack you just now, I stopped him."
"What did he want to do to me just now?"
"Makes you sleepy. Then makes you lose your memory completely."
"How can I lose my memory?"
Ling Di shook the memory pump in his hand. "Of course I use this."
"Can this thing still make people lose their memory?"
Ling Di said: "Let me tell you the principle. In fact, the memory transplant method invented by the Atlanteans is to use this needle-like prop to insert it into the head of the deceased—a certain part of the back of the head. in a special location—then extract a part of the brain containing the memory of that person, and inject the brain into another person's brain. This completes the memory transplant.”
"So simple?" Wu Leting was incredulous.
"Yes. The magic of Atlantis."
"If you take out that part of the brain of a living person, this person will lose their memory." Wu Leting speculated.
"Totally correct, you really have the talent of a scientific researcher." Wu Leting continued to ask: "So, this experiment must not be carried out until the subject dies? Then why did the dean wait for Dinon to die?"
Ling Di replied. "Because I have continued the principle that every generation of 'executors' has followed so far—memory transplantation can only be performed after the subject dies naturally, and cannot be artificially advanced. So the dean can only wait."
Wu Leting nodded thoughtfully.
"Okay, now I have answered all your questions. Can you tell me? Are you willing to be the 'executor' of the next generation?" Ling Di said, "If you agree, I can now Teach you how to perform a memory transplant."
Wu Leting lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and thought for a long time, then raised her head and said, "Okay, Doctor Ling, I am convinced by you. I am willing."
"Great." Ling Di said happily. "Then it's not too late, let's do it now."
Wu Leting said: "It's been 12 hours, is there still time?"
"No problem, it's not too late within 24 hours."
After finishing speaking, Ling Di walked slowly to the coffee table, then turned around and said to Wu Leting, "Come here."
Wu Leting came over and sat on the sofa, and unzipped the leather bag, the back of the head was facing outside.She said, "Just do it like this, okay? Don't take this head out, I'm... a little bit scared."
"You are a graduate of a medical university." Ling Di smiled. "Okay, that's it."
Ling Di sat next to Wu Leting and said, "I'll guide you how to pump the brain, and you do it."
Wu Leting seemed a little nervous: "I've never tried it before, so you just let me do it?"
"Trust me. You have to believe in the wisdom of the people of Atlantis. This method is really simple and easy to operate. Otherwise, why have so many generations of executors never made a mistake?"
Wu Leting nodded.Ling Di began to teach her: "Put your hand on the nape of this head's neck, have you found it?"
Wu Leting felt her head with her hands. "Okay, I found it."
"Yes, this is the place." Ling Di handed the memory pump to Wu Leting. "You insert it in the nape of your neck."
Wu Leting held the syringe and did not dare to do it. "From which angle do you insert it?"
"Any angle is fine."
Wu Leting frowned. "is this OK?"
"I said it, trust me."
Wu Leting carefully tried to insert the long and thin needle into the back of the neck.
"Okay," Ling Di further instructed, "Now, you move the syringe slowly, up, down, left, and right, just like looking for something in the brain with a needle."
"Why do you want to do this?" Wu Leting asked.
Ling Di explained to her. "Do you know? The fundamental difference between this memory injector and ordinary syringes is that the needle inserted into it has the function of identifying 'memory brain juice' and 'ordinary brain juice'. When the needle tube finds 'memory brain juice', The end of the aspirator you are holding now will emit a warning yellow light. At this time, you can just draw out this part of the brain just like using a normal syringe. After the pumping, the light will disappear—— Do you understand?"
Wu Leting nodded in shock. "It's amazing - when you inject it into another person's head later, it's the same way?"
"You're very smart, that's all. Do it."
As Ling Di said, Wu Leting carefully moved the syringe and searched carefully.But five minutes passed, and the tail did not turn on the yellow light.
"It's weird, when I was performing the memory transplant, the yellow light came on in less than half a minute." Ling Di's forehead was covered with a layer of sweat. "Why haven't you found it yet?"
Wu Leting said, "Could it be that my operation was wrong?"
"No," Ling Di shook his head and said, "I've been watching, your operation is absolutely correct."
Wu Leting said, "Why don't you try it."
Ling Di took the memory pump in her hand, and explored it carefully, concentrating on it.
At this time, a needle was inserted into the artery in his neck, and he was defenseless just like Dean Ge just now.
"Ah!" Ling Di exclaimed, and turned his head to look at Wu Leting. The effect of this super-strong anesthetic made him unconscious in an instant. "when will you……"
"Just when you walked to the coffee table with me on your back, I quietly picked up the syringe in the dean's hand." Wu Leting said coldly, "You want to know why? Let me tell you—Dinong is My father, you never dreamed of it, did you?"
Ling Di probably couldn't hear the latter words, and he collapsed on the sofa.
Wu Leting let out a long breath of relief.Her tense nerves can finally relax.
She leaned on the sofa and rested for a minute with her eyes closed.Next, it was time to deal with the two unconscious men in the room.
She fully opened the dark leather bag on the coffee table, and took out the “human head” inside—this is the simulated human head that she bought at the hairdresser for 500 yuan in the morning.
Fortunately, I have a long-term mind.Wu Leting rejoiced in her heart.As expected, Ling Di could not be completely trusted.
She pulled out the memory injector from the dummy's head, then went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
In the refrigerator is Dinon's head.
Wu Leting looked at this head, and suddenly burst into tears.
Mr. Di, I know what the characters you wrote at the back of that book—that is, the characters hidden in Mona Lisa’s eyes—mean.
α, δ, η, τ, ν, α, λ, τ, α—reversing these characters will form a Greek word—ατλαντηδα.
Atlanteans.
Di Lao, now I know everything.But how do I do it?
Can you tell me?
Twenty-two endings
a week later.
Red wine and delicacies are placed on the table.This is a newly rented house, much larger than the original single room.Because there are two people who want to live here.
Wu Leting and a man in his thirties sat on both sides of the dining table.They smiled and clinked glasses.
"Everything is over, we can finally sit down and have a good meal." Wu Leting said.
"Yes, to celebrate our reunion." It was "Ling Di" who spoke.
"Try my craft." Wu Leting said.
"I can't wait a long time ago." "Ling Di" cut the steak on the plate with a knife and fork, and sent a piece to his mouth. "Well, it's really good. The meat is very tender and the taste is just right. Le Ting, I really didn't know that your western food is so good."
Wu Leting said with a smile: "My dream before going to medical school was to be a chef of western food."
"A major loss for the western food industry." "Ling Di" was chewing on a large piece of juicy beef.
"As long as you like to eat, Mr. Di... Ah, Dad."
"Ling Di" stopped eating and looked at Wu Leting kindly. "Le Ting, I told you, don't call me daddy. I'm in Lingdi's body now—in fact, the previous 'Dinong' is not your father either."
"I know...but, in your memory, there is my father." Wu Leting said, "Besides, you also know that your identity is too special, what should I call you?"
"Since you are used to it, you can still call me 'Di Lao'. I also hope that you will always regard me as Di Nong."
Wu Leting pursed her lips and smiled. "Ok."
Di Nong sighed: "I didn't expect that I would be 'reborn' again."
"But this rebirth is different from the past. You don't have the memory of Ling Di in your mind. You are the old Dinong I was familiar with."
"You used the syringe to extract Ling Di's memories and brains first, and then threw them away—it was the same for Ge Li (Dean Ge). Then, you transplanted the memories in my brain to Ling Di, who was blank." Dion asked curiously. "Why are you doing this, Le Ting?"
Wu Leting said sadly: "I hate them and don't want to keep their memory. They deceived and used me—and you, they put you under house arrest for so many years."
Di Nong lowered his head and said, "Actually, I did it for atonement..."
"Okay, Old Man Di, don't talk about the past anymore." Wu Leting said, "I don't blame you anymore."
They were silent for a while.
Di Nong took a sip of red wine and asked, "So, Dean Ge has completely lost his memory?"
"Yes. This is his retribution."
"The... suicide corpse I left in the hospital didn't cause you any trouble, did it?"
Wu Leting shook her head. "No. According to the signs at the scene, the police classified it as a suicide—and it is true. It's just that the missing head has become a mystery. But, speaking of this, I really want to know—Old Di, why did you ask me Do I do such a favor?"
Dinon lowered his eyes, looking very heavy.After a while, he slowly said: "I'm sorry, Le Ting. I know you will be scared... But, forgive me, the situation was too urgent that day, and I don't have time to explain it to you. I'm afraid to see you again I can't see you anymore, so I lost the only person who can be entrusted to, so... I made this bad move."
"I can understand that, Old Dee. I mean, why do you want me to take your head and leave, and then destroy-end this?"
Di Nong put down the tableware and stared deeply at Wu Leting. "Le Ting, I am a person who has 'lived' for more than 10,000 years. My experiences and feelings are beyond your imagination and understanding. You will never understand that during these long 10,000 years, I How lonely and painful and sad."
Wu Leting stared at Di Nong intently. "Countless times, I watched my relatives and loved ones around me die, leaving me alone; I transformed into different people, inherited their memories, and finally doubted whether I was a human or a monster; I bear endlessly the pain and suffering of the world.
"If nothing else, let's take death as an example - I have experienced beheading, drowning, black death and cancer... I have experienced all the ways of death you can think of in this world. Please note , I am not really 'immortal', but after a painful death, I 'awakened' again from another person.
"In other words, ordinary people only face the fear of death once in their life, but I - died thousands of times! How terrible and sad it is! People like Ge Li obviously don't have these experiences, but they still yearn for it. This kind of 'eternal life'. How could he know that this is the greatest misfortune and torture in the world!" Wu Leting covered her mouth with her hands and wept sadly. "Old Di, I understand. That's why you want me to help you end all this."
"Yes." Dinon said, "Actually, I have long wanted to end all of this, but I have always been unable to do so. Because the 'executor' who is waiting by my side can make me die again. Rebirth. And later on, I have no idea who is the executor, and I have no way to guard against it.
"Da Vinci - he once told me on his deathbed out of guilt that he was the 'executor' hiding beside me. For his beloved science, he betrayed me. He begged my forgiveness, but He didn’t tell me until the end who the next executor he entrusted was because he hoped that the research would continue.”
Wu Leting asked: "So, when you were in that hospital, you didn't know that Ling Di was the 'executor'?"
"I can only guess, but I can't be sure." Di Nong looked at Wu Leting. "Le Ting, I don't blame you, but can you tell me?—Why didn't you do what I said, and let me be born again?"
Wu Leting's tears flowed down: "I... didn't think that you would be so tired and hate this state of life before. I didn't think about it so much. I just want you to come alive and talk to you again..." Her voice Choked up, almost speechless. "I just want to spend this life with my father..."
Di Nong left his seat and walked to Wu Leting's side, we embraced her tightly. "Okay, Le Ting, I promise you, I will accompany you through this final journey of life."
Wu Leting threw herself into Dinong's arms and said, "Yes, the last time... that memory pump, I destroyed it after I finished using it. No one will use it again, and never will There is an 'executor'."
Dinong took a deep breath, and tears welled up in his eyes.
After they separated, they looked at each other, and both of them smiled knowingly.
"Old Di, the steak is getting cold." Wu Leting said as she wiped away her tears.
Dinon said, "Don't worry, I have something for you."
He took out the sparkling Hope Blue Diamond from his trouser pocket.Wu Leting said in surprise: "Ah...how did you bring this out?"
"That day, I put this thing in the inner layer of the leather bag I gave you. You obviously didn't find it." Dillon hung the necklace around Wu Leting's neck. "It has been with me for hundreds of years. Now, I give it to you, my daughter."
"Ah, Old Man Di...this..."
Dinon waved his hand lightly. "Don't talk about it, treasure it. You know its value."
Wu Leting caressed this huge blue diamond, full of emotions.
Di Nong smiled and said, "Let's appreciate it slowly in the future. Eat something now, don't waste this delicious food."
The two sat down again, chatting and eating like father and daughter.
After dinner, Dinon insisted on doing the dishes.He said to Wu Leting: "Before you get a boyfriend, let's make an agreement - you cook, I wash the dishes, don't argue."
"Okay." Wu Leting said with a smile, "I'll trouble you then, Mr. Di. I'll go back to my room to rest for a while."
"Go."
Dinon came into the kitchen with the tray.Wu Leting entered her room and locked the door.
She leaned against the door and thought for a moment, then knelt beside the bed and took out a small box from under the bed.
She opened the box and stared at the memory pump inside.
No, I have to hide it somewhere more secluded.
I'm sorry, Mr. Di.
I hate Ling Di, but one thing he said is true.
I can't let this miracle that has existed for tens of thousands of years end in my own hands.
I must continue this experiment.
forgive me.
(End of story on the ninth day)
Ryoma, who had been in charge of recording the story, stood up excitedly. He looked at his notebook, then looked at Beidou: "How could you come up with such a story out of thin air? Leaving aside the suspense, creativity and subject matter, this story is simply It can't be done in a place like this!" Longma compared the content recorded in his notebook and said: "This story involves a lot of historical figures, events, various historical materials, and background materials. If you sit in front of a computer with Internet access, or in a library, of course It is possible to complete this novel with a lot of research - but we are now in a closed place without any books or Internet resources to consult. How can you possibly create it?" "Besides, although I can't fully judge whether the time, place, events and characters in his stories are all accurate, I also know that he is definitely not talking nonsense." Xia Houshen added, "Because I also like to read historical stories. Novels and books, those are more familiar. But to create such a story from memory-it's impossible." Dark Fire also stood up at this time, looked directly at Beidou, and asked: "Beidou, are you hiding something from us? On the surface, you look carefree and informal, but from the story you told , you are definitely not a simple person!" Gott put two fingers on his cheeks, tilted his head, squinted at Beidou and said, "I think he may have already created this story before entering here, right? That's why he was so fully prepared." Xia Houshen looked at Gott: "Don't you mean that he is the organizer?" Facing everyone's doubts, Beidou seemed a little at a loss.He also stood up and said, "Didn't I tell it before I told it? Not everyone can think of this story." "Then why did you figure it out?" Nan Tian asked. "Let me tell you the truth." Beidou said helplessly, "I didn't want everyone to know——I have a photographic memory." Everyone looked at each other, a little shocked, and at the same time seemed dubious.Beidou went on to explain: "All the knowledge and memories I have read, TV programs or received will be retained in my mind. I don’t want to tell anyone.” Chris thought briefly and said, "Can you let us verify it on the spot?" "How to verify?" "In the story "Mystery Dream" told by Xia Houshen, what is the name of the first student who died?" Beidou thought for a while: "It seems to be called Lan Tianyu?" Xia Houshen said with embarrassment: "Yes, I just remembered after you said that. I even forgot myself..." Chris nodded and continued to ask: "What is the name of the protagonist's brother in the "Law of the Living Dead" that Ryoma talked about?" "Lawson." "In "The Covenant of Hanging the Neck" that Qian Qiu talked about, what are the names of the three novels with the same theme?" Beidou seems to be participating in a quick question and answer show, and has already entered the state. "The one written by Qianqiu is called "Reflection Light"; the one written by An Wen is called "The Woman in the Mirror", and the one written by Fisherman's Song is called "Sneaky Face"." Qianqiu stared at Beidou dumbfounded, stunned. Chris's speech picked up speed. "What's the name of the hero's girlfriend in the story of Lake's The Medium?" "Xiao Fan?" "Dark fire, what's the landlady's name?" "Wei Jun." "What number is the number I drew?" "13" "Where's the dragon horse?" "6" "Who among us is the sponsor?" Beidou opened his mouth and was about to speak when he was suddenly startled and froze in a daze. After a few seconds, he slowly said: "... I don't know". Chris stared at Beidou sharply. Beidou wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "Chris, what do you mean? You want to test me in this way?" Chris lowered his eyes, didn't speak, and seemed to be thinking. Longma said at this time: "Anyway, the on-site test just now should be able to prove that Beidou does have a memory - or the ability of memory. I remembered that when Yu Chicheng was killed, I also asked I asked Beidou a question—the general plot of the book I wrote Escape from Evil Spirit Island, the ending of the story, the names of the hero and heroine and the murderer—he answered all of them correctly, which shows that his memory is extraordinary.” "Yes," Sajia said, "When the 14 of us first got together, Beidou was the first to recognize some of our star faces, such as Mr. Araki Shune, Ryoma, Moby Dick, Goth and others." Beidou breathed a sigh of relief - he finally gained trust. "No wonder you created a story related to memory transplantation," Qianqiu said, "Is it inspired by yourself?" Beidou lowered his head, "Of course it's also because - I think only I can come up with such a story in this situation." "Indeed." Nan Tian said in an appreciative tone, "It's a very good story. Just now we have been discussing about your photo memory, but in fact, the plot, suspense, imagination and structure of your story are all very good. Excellent." "That's right, among us people, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is really, no one can be underestimated," Xia Houshen said with emotion. "It's getting late, let's score the Beidou story." Lake said. "Okay, I'll get the paper and pen." Beidou walked to the cabinet on the side of the hall, took out a signature pen and white paper from it, and distributed them to everyone. Except for Beidou, the other eleven people wrote down a number on white paper, and then Nantian Ryoma collected statistics together to calculate the average score. Beidou's final score was 9.2 points - a high score like Ryoma's.But because Ryoma has already fouled, Beidou has become the winner of the highest score so far. Beidou didn't seem to have expected that, as the least famous of the 14, he could get such a high rating and affirmation. His face was flushed with excitement, and he kept rubbing his hands. Xia Houshen looked at his watch: "It's already one o'clock in the morning on May 1st, this story is really long enough - tomorrow, no, who should it be tonight?" "It's me." Araki Zhou said unhurriedly.Stand up at the same time, "I'm going back to my room to rest and recharge my batteries." Other people in the hall also dispersed, (the corner of someone's mouth raised slightly at this moment.) Back to his room. It was very late now, but he didn't feel sleepy, because the story Beidou told before made him feel uneasy. Beidou told the secret called Dinong. In the story, the plot of parental affection appeared many times-this reminded Nan Tian of his parents. "I've been stuck here for nine days. My parents are out of town, but they usually call me every few days. Now that it's been so long, they can't reach me. They must be very anxious." Nan Tian let out a sigh of relief, and a warm and happy picture emerged in his mind - he and his parents were in the house of his hometown, and there were relatives at home - everyone chatted happily, ate and drank together, and played cards together , Watching TV... His tears flowed down unconsciously. "Can I get out of here alive? Can the picture in my memory become a reality? Now he really wants to go home, miss his parents, and want to get in touch with them and talk to them - but this is obviously impossible. etc. Nan Tian's heart trembled, this may not be impossible. He remembered an incident many years ago. That was the year Nan Tian took the college entrance examination.Because the college entrance examination is one of the most important things in life, parents are naturally very concerned and valued.After the first Chinese test, Nan Tian had just walked out of the test area when his father, who had been waiting outside, greeted him.Nantian's conversation at that time is still fresh in his memory. Nan Tian: "Dad, you don't have to wait for me at the door on such a hot day." Dad: "It's okay! Tian'er, tell me, does the topic of the composition have something to do with urban architecture?" Nan Tian was taken aback: "How do you know? Did you ask other students?" Dad said excitedly: "No—so I guessed right, it's really about urban architecture?" Nan Tian asked suspiciously, "How could you guess it?" Dad laughed loudly: "It is said that there is telepathy between father and son. It seems to be true! You must have thought about this topic carefully during the exam just now. And in my mind, something similar to this appeared inexplicably. I guess the relevant words and sentences are related to the topic of your composition, but I didn’t expect it to be so, it’s amazing!" Nan Tian: "There is such a thing? It's amazing!" Dad: "How is it? Did you do well in the exam?" Nan Tian: "Chinese is my best subject, of course there is no problem..." ... Nan Tian immediately sat up from the bed.Telepathy between father and son... If there is such a thing, why don't I try it? ! Nan Tian's heart beat faster.He thought he might have found a way to get in touch with the outside world!Although he doesn't know if he can succeed, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will try his best! Maybe, when I concentrate all my energy on thinking about one thing, I can pass this thought on to my father far away! Just do it.Nan Tian sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, got rid of all distracting thoughts, and repeated a sentence in his heart—— Dad, I'm stuck in a big closed house.There are 14 people here including me. Nan Tian didn't dare to think too much about complicated content.He intends to try first to see if he can convey the most basic information.He repeated this sentence in his heart ten times, twenty times... ... On a big bed thousands of miles away, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties suddenly sat up from the bed. He was short of breath, sweating profusely, with a dazed expression, staring straight ahead blankly. The wife who was sleeping next to him was awakened. She opened the head of the bed and waited, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" "No..." The middle-aged man turned his head to look at his wife, "I was asleep just now, and I seemed to hear Nan Tian's voice, he was talking to me!" The mother immediately stood up and asked with concern: "What did Tian'er tell you!" The father frowned and put his hands on his forehead: "The specific content is not very clear, but I can't feel him sticking out of the predicament, and I can feel a number very strongly——14." "14?" Mother asked eagerly, "What does it represent?" "I don't know." My father got out of bed, completely out of sleep. "But, I'm sure, this is not a dream. Tian'er is sending me some kind of message!" Mother was a little frightened: "What do you mean?" "I mean, he's communicating with me telepathically. Tell me he might be in danger right now!" "telepathy?" "Yes, it happened to me and him before. Tian'er must have thought of this, so he used this method to get in touch with me!" The mother also got up from the bed and said worriedly: "So, I couldn't connect to his mobile phone when I called him two days ago. It's not because the phone is in arrears or the phone is lost, but because something happened to him?" Father was silent, anxious and restless. "Then what should we do?" Mother asked anxiously. The father thought for a while, and took the clothes from the hanger beside the bed. "Go to the police now!" Mother looked at the wall clock on the wall. "It's past one in the morning!" "It's okay, I can contact the car. It will be there in a few hours." The father said, "You stay at home, I will go." "No," the mother picked up the clothes and was already putting them on, "I'll go with you and take care of each other." Father hesitated: "Okay, let's go." In the dark rainy night, a private taxi was on the highway and rushed to S city where Nantian was located. At 7 o'clock in the morning on May 1, the taxi arrived at Nantian's residence in S City.After the parents confirmed that their son was missing, they rushed to the S City Public Security Bureau to report the case. "Your son is missing?" Police Officer Wu from the Criminal Investigation Section of the Public Security Bureau received them, "Don't worry, sit down and talk slowly." Nan Tian's parents sat on the bench with anxious faces.Officer Wu handed over a female police officer to take charge of the records, and he began to ask, "How old is your son?" "I'm 27 years old this year." "What is your name?" "South sky, the south of the south, the sky of the sky." "What is your occupation?" "Freelance writer." Hearing this answer, Officer Wu raised his eyes and asked, "What type of novel did he write?" "Suspense novels." Nan Tian's father replied. Officer Wu took a deep breath, and exchanged a stern look with the policewoman beside him. Nan Tian's father noticed the difference in the expressions of the two police officers, and asked, "What's the matter, officer?" "You answer my question first." Officer Wu said, "When did your son disappear?" Nan Tian's father frowned and said, "I'm not sure. I only know that we called his mobile phone three or four days ago, but we couldn't get through. At that time, we thought that he might just owe money on his mobile phone, or lost his mobile phone, and didn't care. .But today we felt something was wrong, so we felt his residence and found that he was not at home." Officer Wu said: "Your son is almost thirty years old. How do you know that he is missing if he is not at home? What I mean is that he may have just gone out of town and changed his mobile phone number before he has time. Just to inform you." "No, it's impossible." Nan Tian's mother said firmly, "My son is a very filial and sensible child. Although we don't live in the same city as him, he always misses us in his heart. Every three or four He will call once a day. If he changes his mobile phone number, he will definitely tell us as soon as possible and won’t make us worry about it.” "Yes, police officer, we can neither find anyone nor contact him now. There is only one possibility, that something happened to him!" Nan Tian's father said anxiously. Officer Wu nodded slightly and said: "I understand. This matter—" He paused, "Of course, if your son's disappearance is really related to this—our police have long been investigating this case gone." Nan Tian's parents looked at each other in astonishment. Officer Wu looked at them seriously, and said: "Maybe you don't know, besides your son, there are more than a dozen people who have gone missing recently - there are local people, and people from nearby cities, their age, gender and identity background All different, but disappeared on the same day - April 22 - and if I'm not mistaken, your son also disappeared on the same day." "Ah... So, my son has been missing for more than a week?" Nan Tian's mother looked worried, her voice trembling. "It's possible." "What is the reason for these people's disappearance?" Nan Tian's father asked eagerly. Police officer Wu said: "Strictly speaking, this incident should not be a disappearance case, but a purposeful and premeditated kidnapping case. It is obviously impossible to kidnap so many people on the same day with the strength of only one person." .So we suspect that this major kidnapping case was committed by a certain criminal gang and organization." "What is the purpose of the kidnapping?" "I don't know, our police are investigating with all our strength." "My son is just an ordinary novelist, and not the young master of a rich family. How could someone kidnap him?" Nan Tian's mother shed tears. Officer Wu hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering whether to tell them the content.In the end, he still spoke out: "Speaking of this, the kidnapping cases this time have one thing in common. In other words, the kidnapped people have one thing in common—among them, there are well-known writers, college students, magazine editors, Employees of the company, heirs of the consortium... Although their identities and status are different, they have one thing in common - they are all writers who have written suspense novels." "Ah... the same as my son?" Nan Tian's mother exclaimed. "Yes. It's very strange, isn't it?" Police Officer Wu said, "According to our investigation, among these people, there are very rich second-generation rich and famous writers, and there are also college students who live on only 600 yuan a month. There are also ordinary employees who buy houses with mortgages and "moonlight clans" with 0 deposits-obviously, the kidnappers are not looking for money, but something else-something that can be provided by suspense novel writers." Nan Tian's parents looked at each other anxiously for a moment.The father asked: "Officer, you just said that a dozen people disappeared together - can you tell me exactly how many people are?" Officer Wu thought about it: "13!" "13..." Nan Tian's father frowned, "You mean, including my son, there are 13 in total?" "yes." Nan Tian's father lowered his eyes and muttered to himself: "It's weird, isn't there 14..." "What?" Officer Wu heard what he said, "You said there should be 14 people?" Nan Tian's father hesitated, not knowing how to explain it to the police.But at this moment, Officer Wu stared at him fiercely. "Why do you think there will be 14 missing people?" Nantian's father decided to tell the truth, whether the police believed it or not. “警官，我相信我和儿子之间有一种心灵感应。实际上，我们今天所以赶到这里来报警，就是因为今天凌晨，我感应到儿子身处困境之中，而且我能非常强烈地感应到一个数字——14。” “心灵感应？”吴警官眯起眼睛，显得半信半疑。 “是的，我和儿子之间，以前就发生过这样的事情。” 吴警官将食指顶压在嘴唇上，若有所思。 过了好几分钟，吴警官仍在沉思，南天的母亲忍不住问道：“警官，你在想什么？” 吴警官抬起眼眸，凝视着他们：“其实，我们接到前几次报案，知道4月22日发生了多人失踪案后，曾经在后面几日的调查中发现——在近期失踪的人中，除了这些悬疑小说作家之外，还有另一个人。只是，这个人不是悬疑作家。所以无法判断和其他人的失踪，是不是同一事件。但是假如真的有14个人的话，那这个人可能就也在此列。” 南天的父亲感觉到警官在说到这个人的时候，语气和表情都有些凝重，视乎提到的不是个普通人物。他问道：“这是个什么人？” 吴警官迟疑一下，决定告诉他们：“是一个有多次杀人嫌疑，但每次都因为没有证据将其定罪，而至今未被抓捕、具有超高智商的危险人物——这个人也失踪了。” “啊……”南天的父母倒抽了一口凉气，被警察的话吓得面色发白。 吴警官说：“先别紧张，母亲还不确定这个危险角色是不是真的跟这起多人绑架案有关系。你们可以先回住所去，我们警察一定会全力侦破这起特大案件的。一有消息，就会立刻通知你们。”
5月1日，南天被困在封闭场所的第10天。 中午吃过东西后，他躺在自己狭小房间的床上闭目养神，突然脑子里传来一丝电流那样，迅速闪过一句话。 警察已经在全力调查此事了。 南天全身颤抖，身上的毛孔一阵阵收缩——这……这是父亲和我的心灵感应吗？他接受到了我传递的信息，现在用同样的方式回应我？ ! 他激动不已，立刻从床上跳了下来，在屋内兴奋地来回踱步。Great!如果刚才感应到的信息是真的，说明警察已经知晓并重视了此事，而且展开了行动！ i did it!我真的通过心灵感应和父亲沟通——那个主办者做梦都不会想到，我能用这种方式和外界取得联系！ 南天欣喜和兴奋得难以自持。他知道这次神奇联络的成功，意味着什么——警察如果能在“14天”结束之前找到这个地方，就能够救出他们！ 也就是说，活着离开这里的可能性增加了一个——除了战胜后找出主办者之外，还能期待警察的到来！ 在这种时候——这场残酷的死亡游戏只剩最后4天的时候，任何能增加活命几率的微妙暗示，都会带来一丝希望之光。 南天此刻激动得想立刻跟人分享这份喜悦，他第一个想到的人，就是纱嘉。 他正要打开门出去，动作却停了下来。 我真的能完全信任她吗？万一……他蹙起眉，不过就算我把这个消息告诉所有人——当然包括主办者在内——他（她）也没办法阻止外面警察的行动。反而，这个消息可能会带来一些威慑的作用。 考虑了几分钟，南天决定先把这件事告诉纱嘉。至于其他人，当某个时机成熟的时候再讲不迟。 纱嘉呆在自己房间，听到敲门声，她走到门口，问道：“是谁？” "I." 纱嘉听出了南天的声音，她露出了欣喜的表情，立刻将房门打开。 南天走进纱嘉的房间，将门带拢，望着纱嘉说：“我要告诉你一件事。” Saka nodded. “坐过来说吧。” 他们俩一个坐在床沿，一个坐在单人沙发上。南天把用心灵感应，联系到父亲，并且警察已经展开调查的事告诉纱嘉。 “啊，太好了！”纱嘉听完后，和南天一样激动得面额泛红。但令她感到格外震撼的，并不是警察已经介入调查此事，而是南天和父亲之间不可思议的心灵感应。 “我以前只在小说和电影中看过关于心灵感应的事，没想到现实中真的存在！”纱嘉惊叹不已，“实在太神奇了！” 南天说：“也许只有在某种特殊的环境和状况下，才能成功沟通吧。” 纱嘉点着头，若有所思。过了几分钟，她抬起头来，有些不好意思地说：“南天，我有个想法，需要经得你的同意。” “是什么？你说。” “你刚才说的这件事，激起了我的创作灵感。你知道，明天晚上就轮到我讲故事了，但我直到现在都没有完全构思好，正着急呢，但是听了你说的父子间心灵感应的事，我突然觉得这是一个非常好的点！如果你不介意的话，能不能让我以此为题材来创作一个故事？” 南天笑道：“当然可以啊。” “可是，这意味着你就不能用这个题材了。” “没关系，我本来就没打算用这个题材。”南天说，“而且毕竟我是最后一个讲故事的人，时间相对来说要比你充裕得多。能帮到你我很高兴。” 纱嘉高兴地双手交叉合拢：“你真是太好了！我现在就把这个故事的大纲记录下来。” 南天想起了徐闻手稿的是，提醒道：“如果你写在纸上的话，可一定要收好呀，别让别人看到了。” “我明白。”纱嘉说，“我会把它放在口袋里，一刻不离身的。” “这就好。”南天说，“那我回房间去了，你慢慢创造吧。” “唉……等等，”纱嘉叫住他，“要不，我把这个故事先讲给你听听？” “你不是才想到这个题材吗？怎么就已经构思好了？” “我之前就已经构思出雏形了，只是不完整。但是刚才你带给我的灵感，让我把故事中的情节全部串起来了——你想听吗？” 南天微笑着说：“好的。” “我现在讲这个故事给你听，一方面是想听听你的意见。当然还有一点就是——你知道了我故事，就不会再构思的时候出现和我相似的情节了。” “嗯。”南天额首，“你可以放心讲给我听，这是我们两个人之间的秘密。” 纱嘉显得非常开心，“好的，我开始讲了，这个故事讲的是……”
晚上7点，游戏时间又到了。十二个悬疑小说作家聚集在大厅，围坐成一圈。 今晚的讲述者是大作家荒木舟。如果除开天才少年克里斯的话，他是14个作家中最大牌的一个。此刻，他睥睨众人，缓缓说道：“不得不说，这场游戏比我想象中要精彩、刺激、富有挑战性得多。别的不说，通过前面9天个人所讲的故事来看，被选到这里来的人果然都不是等闲之辈。” 他停顿一下，接着说：“我在开讲之前说这话的意思，其实就是表明——这场游戏，彻底地激起了我的斗志，不管出于何种目的，我都会全力以赴。所以我可以告诉各位，我接下来要讲的这个故事，应该是一个能够代表我最高水准的悬疑故事。我相信，这个故事一开场，就能让你们屏住呼吸、捏一把汗。” 荒木舟的话显然给在场的众人带来了不小的压力，同时也带来了动力——起码对南天来说是如此。我期待你讲出一个超级精彩的故事，但是我不会输给你的，我会尽一切努力超越你！他体内热血沸腾、心潮彭拜。 “好了，废话不多说了。”荒木舟开始讲，“这个故事的名字叫做《归来》。”
Ryoma, who had been in charge of recording the story, stood up excitedly. He looked at his notebook, then looked at Beidou: "How could you come up with such a story out of thin air? Leaving aside the suspense, creativity and subject matter, this story is simply It can't be done in a place like this!" Longma compared the content recorded in his notebook and said: "This story involves a lot of historical figures, events, various historical materials, and background materials. If you sit in front of a computer with Internet access, or in a library, of course It is possible to complete this novel with a lot of research - but we are now in a closed place without any books or Internet resources to consult. How can you possibly create it?" "Besides, although I can't fully judge whether the time, place, events and characters in his stories are all accurate, I also know that he is definitely not talking nonsense." Xia Houshen added, "Because I also like to read historical stories. Novels and books, those are more familiar. But to create such a story from memory-it's impossible." Dark Fire also stood up at this time, looked directly at Beidou, and asked: "Beidou, are you hiding something from us? On the surface, you look carefree and informal, but from the story you told , you are definitely not a simple person!" Gott put two fingers on his cheeks, tilted his head, squinted at Beidou and said, "I think he may have already created this story before entering here, right? That's why he was so fully prepared." Xia Houshen looked at Gott: "Don't you mean that he is the organizer?" Facing everyone's doubts, Beidou seemed a little at a loss.He also stood up and said, "Didn't I tell it before I told it? Not everyone can think of this story." "Then why did you figure it out?" Nan Tian asked. "Let me tell you the truth." Beidou said helplessly, "I didn't want everyone to know——I have a photographic memory." Everyone looked at each other, a little shocked, and at the same time seemed dubious.Beidou went on to explain: "All the knowledge and memories I have read, TV programs or received will be retained in my mind. I don’t want to tell anyone.” Chris thought briefly and said, "Can you let us verify it on the spot?" "How to verify?" "In the story "Mystery Dream" told by Xia Houshen, what is the name of the first student who died?" Beidou thought for a while: "It seems to be called Lan Tianyu?" Xia Houshen said with embarrassment: "Yes, I just remembered after you said that. I even forgot myself..." Chris nodded and continued to ask: "What is the name of the protagonist's brother in the "Law of the Living Dead" that Ryoma talked about?" "Lawson." "In "The Covenant of Hanging the Neck" that Qian Qiu talked about, what are the names of the three novels with the same theme?" Beidou seems to be participating in a quick question and answer show, and has already entered the state. "The one written by Qianqiu is called "Reflection Light"; the one written by An Wen is called "The Woman in the Mirror", and the one written by Fisherman's Song is called "Sneaky Face"." Qianqiu stared at Beidou dumbfounded, stunned. Chris's speech picked up speed. "What's the name of the hero's girlfriend in the story of Lake's The Medium?" "Xiao Fan?" "Dark fire, what's the landlady's name?" "Wei Jun." "What number is the number I drew?" "13" "Where's the dragon horse?" "6" "Who among us is the sponsor?" Beidou opened his mouth and was about to speak when he was suddenly startled and froze in a daze. After a few seconds, he slowly said: "... I don't know". Chris stared at Beidou sharply. Beidou wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "Chris, what do you mean? You want to test me in this way?" Chris lowered his eyes, didn't speak, and seemed to be thinking. Longma said at this time: "Anyway, the on-site test just now should be able to prove that Beidou does have a memory - or the ability of memory. I remembered that when Yu Chicheng was killed, I also asked I asked Beidou a question—the general plot of the book I wrote Escape from Evil Spirit Island, the ending of the story, the names of the hero and heroine and the murderer—he answered all of them correctly, which shows that his memory is extraordinary.” "Yes," Sajia said, "When the 14 of us first got together, Beidou was the first to recognize some of our star faces, such as Mr. Araki Shune, Ryoma, Moby Dick, Goth and others." Beidou breathed a sigh of relief - he finally gained trust. "No wonder you created a story related to memory transplantation," Qianqiu said, "Is it inspired by yourself?" Beidou lowered his head, "Of course it's also because - I think only I can come up with such a story in this situation." "Indeed." Nan Tian said in an appreciative tone, "It's a very good story. Just now we have been discussing about your photo memory, but in fact, the plot, suspense, imagination and structure of your story are all very good. Excellent." "That's right, among us people, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is really, no one can be underestimated," Xia Houshen said with emotion. "It's getting late, let's score the Beidou story." Lake said. "Okay, I'll get the paper and pen." Beidou walked to the cabinet on the side of the hall, took out a signature pen and white paper from it, and distributed them to everyone. Except for Beidou, the other eleven people wrote down a number on white paper, and then Nantian Ryoma collected statistics together to calculate the average score. Beidou's final score was 9.2 points - a high score like Ryoma's.But because Ryoma has already fouled, Beidou has become the winner of the highest score so far. Beidou didn't seem to have expected that, as the least famous of the 14, he could get such a high rating and affirmation. His face was flushed with excitement, and he kept rubbing his hands. Xia Houshen looked at his watch: "It's already one o'clock in the morning on May 1st, this story is really long enough - tomorrow, no, who should it be tonight?" "It's me." Araki Zhou said unhurriedly.Stand up at the same time, "I'm going back to my room to rest and recharge my batteries." Other people in the hall also dispersed, (the corner of someone's mouth raised slightly at this moment.) Back to his room. It was very late now, but he didn't feel sleepy, because the story Beidou told before made him feel uneasy. Beidou told the secret called Dinong. In the story, the plot of parental affection appeared many times-this reminded Nan Tian of his parents. "I've been stuck here for nine days. My parents are out of town, but they usually call me every few days. Now that it's been so long, they can't reach me. They must be very anxious." Nan Tian let out a sigh of relief, and a warm and happy picture emerged in his mind - he and his parents were in the house of his hometown, and there were relatives at home - everyone chatted happily, ate and drank together, and played cards together , Watching TV... His tears flowed down unconsciously. "Can I get out of here alive? Can the picture in my memory become a reality? Now he really wants to go home, miss his parents, and want to get in touch with them and talk to them - but this is obviously impossible. etc. Nan Tian's heart trembled, this may not be impossible. He remembered an incident many years ago. That was the year Nan Tian took the college entrance examination.Because the college entrance examination is one of the most important things in life, parents are naturally very concerned and valued.After the first Chinese test, Nan Tian had just walked out of the test area when his father, who had been waiting outside, greeted him.Nantian's conversation at that time is still fresh in his memory. Nan Tian: "Dad, you don't have to wait for me at the door on such a hot day." Dad: "It's okay! Tian'er, tell me, does the topic of the composition have something to do with urban architecture?" Nan Tian was taken aback: "How do you know? Did you ask other students?" Dad said excitedly: "No—so I guessed right, it's really about urban architecture?" Nan Tian asked suspiciously, "How could you guess it?" Dad laughed loudly: "It is said that there is telepathy between father and son. It seems to be true! You must have thought about this topic carefully during the exam just now. And in my mind, something similar to this appeared inexplicably. I guess the relevant words and sentences are related to the topic of your composition, but I didn’t expect it to be so, it’s amazing!" Nan Tian: "There is such a thing? It's amazing!" Dad: "How is it? Did you do well in the exam?" Nan Tian: "Chinese is my best subject, of course there is no problem..." ... Nan Tian immediately sat up from the bed.Telepathy between father and son... If there is such a thing, why don't I try it? ! Nan Tian's heart beat faster.He thought he might have found a way to get in touch with the outside world!Although he doesn't know if he can succeed, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will try his best! Maybe, when I concentrate all my energy on thinking about one thing, I can pass this thought on to my father far away! Just do it.Nan Tian sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, got rid of all distracting thoughts, and repeated a sentence in his heart—— Dad, I'm stuck in a big closed house.There are 14 people here including me. Nan Tian didn't dare to think too much about complicated content.He intends to try first to see if he can convey the most basic information.He repeated this sentence in his heart ten times, twenty times... ... On a big bed thousands of miles away, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties suddenly sat up from the bed. He was short of breath, sweating profusely, with a dazed expression, staring straight ahead blankly. The wife who was sleeping next to him was awakened. She opened the head of the bed and waited, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" "No..." The middle-aged man turned his head to look at his wife, "I was asleep just now, and I seemed to hear Nan Tian's voice, he was talking to me!" The mother immediately stood up and asked with concern: "What did Tian'er tell you!" The father frowned and put his hands on his forehead: "The specific content is not very clear, but I can't feel him sticking out of the predicament, and I can feel a number very strongly——14." "14?" Mother asked eagerly, "What does it represent?" "I don't know." My father got out of bed, completely out of sleep. "But, I'm sure, this is not a dream. Tian'er is sending me some kind of message!" Mother was a little frightened: "What do you mean?" "I mean, he's communicating with me telepathically. Tell me he might be in danger right now!" "telepathy?" "Yes, it happened to me and him before. Tian'er must have thought of this, so he used this method to get in touch with me!" The mother also got up from the bed and said worriedly: "So, I couldn't connect to his mobile phone when I called him two days ago. It's not because the phone is in arrears or the phone is lost, but because something happened to him?" Father was silent, anxious and restless. "Then what should we do?" Mother asked anxiously. The father thought for a while, and took the clothes from the hanger beside the bed. "Go to the police now!" Mother looked at the wall clock on the wall. "It's past one in the morning!" "It's okay, I can contact the car. It will be there in a few hours." The father said, "You stay at home, I will go." "No," the mother picked up the clothes and was already putting them on, "I'll go with you and take care of each other." Father hesitated: "Okay, let's go." In the dark rainy night, a private taxi was on the highway and rushed to S city where Nantian was located. At 7 o'clock in the morning on May 1, the taxi arrived at Nantian's residence in S City.After the parents confirmed that their son was missing, they rushed to the S City Public Security Bureau to report the case. "Your son is missing?" Police Officer Wu from the Criminal Investigation Section of the Public Security Bureau received them, "Don't worry, sit down and talk slowly." Nan Tian's parents sat on the bench with anxious faces.Officer Wu handed over a female police officer to take charge of the records, and he began to ask, "How old is your son?" "I'm 27 years old this year." "What is your name?" "South sky, the south of the south, the sky of the sky." "What is your occupation?" "Freelance writer." Hearing this answer, Officer Wu raised his eyes and asked, "What type of novel did he write?" "Suspense novels." Nan Tian's father replied. Officer Wu took a deep breath, and exchanged a stern look with the policewoman beside him. Nan Tian's father noticed the difference in the expressions of the two police officers, and asked, "What's the matter, officer?" "You answer my question first." Officer Wu said, "When did your son disappear?" Nan Tian's father frowned and said, "I'm not sure. I only know that we called his mobile phone three or four days ago, but we couldn't get through. At that time, we thought that he might just owe money on his mobile phone, or lost his mobile phone, and didn't care. .But today we felt something was wrong, so we felt his residence and found that he was not at home." Officer Wu said: "Your son is almost thirty years old. How do you know that he is missing if he is not at home? What I mean is that he may have just gone out of town and changed his mobile phone number before he has time. Just to inform you." "No, it's impossible." Nan Tian's mother said firmly, "My son is a very filial and sensible child. Although we don't live in the same city as him, he always misses us in his heart. Every three or four He will call once a day. If he changes his mobile phone number, he will definitely tell us as soon as possible and won’t make us worry about it.” "Yes, police officer, we can neither find anyone nor contact him now. There is only one possibility, that something happened to him!" Nan Tian's father said anxiously. Officer Wu nodded slightly and said: "I understand. This matter—" He paused, "Of course, if your son's disappearance is really related to this—our police have long been investigating this case gone." Nan Tian's parents looked at each other in astonishment. Officer Wu looked at them seriously, and said: "Maybe you don't know, besides your son, there are more than a dozen people who have gone missing recently - there are local people, and people from nearby cities, their age, gender and identity background All different, but disappeared on the same day - April 22 - and if I'm not mistaken, your son also disappeared on the same day." "Ah... So, my son has been missing for more than a week?" Nan Tian's mother looked worried, her voice trembling. "It's possible." "What is the reason for these people's disappearance?" Nan Tian's father asked eagerly. Police officer Wu said: "Strictly speaking, this incident should not be a disappearance case, but a purposeful and premeditated kidnapping case. It is obviously impossible to kidnap so many people on the same day with the strength of only one person." .So we suspect that this major kidnapping case was committed by a certain criminal gang and organization." "What is the purpose of the kidnapping?" "I don't know, our police are investigating with all our strength." "My son is just an ordinary novelist, and not the young master of a rich family. How could someone kidnap him?" Nan Tian's mother shed tears. Officer Wu hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering whether to tell them the content.In the end, he still spoke out: "Speaking of this, the kidnapping cases this time have one thing in common. In other words, the kidnapped people have one thing in common—among them, there are well-known writers, college students, magazine editors, Employees of the company, heirs of the consortium... Although their identities and status are different, they have one thing in common - they are all writers who have written suspense novels." "Ah... the same as my son?" Nan Tian's mother exclaimed. "Yes. It's very strange, isn't it?" Police Officer Wu said, "According to our investigation, among these people, there are very rich second-generation rich and famous writers, and there are also college students who live on only 600 yuan a month. There are also ordinary employees who buy houses with mortgages and "moonlight clans" with 0 deposits-obviously, the kidnappers are not looking for money, but something else-something that can be provided by suspense novel writers." Nan Tian's parents looked at each other anxiously for a moment.The father asked: "Officer, you just said that a dozen people disappeared together - can you tell me exactly how many people are?" Officer Wu thought about it: "13!" "13..." Nan Tian's father frowned, "You mean, including my son, there are 13 in total?" "yes." Nan Tian's father lowered his eyes and muttered to himself: "It's weird, isn't there 14..." "What?" Officer Wu heard what he said, "You said there should be 14 people?" Nan Tian's father hesitated, not knowing how to explain it to the police.But at this moment, Officer Wu stared at him fiercely. "Why do you think there will be 14 missing people?" Nantian's father decided to tell the truth, whether the police believed it or not. “警官，我相信我和儿子之间有一种心灵感应。实际上，我们今天所以赶到这里来报警，就是因为今天凌晨，我感应到儿子身处困境之中，而且我能非常强烈地感应到一个数字——14。” “心灵感应？”吴警官眯起眼睛，显得半信半疑。 “是的，我和儿子之间，以前就发生过这样的事情。” 吴警官将食指顶压在嘴唇上，若有所思。 过了好几分钟，吴警官仍在沉思，南天的母亲忍不住问道：“警官，你在想什么？” 吴警官抬起眼眸，凝视着他们：“其实，我们接到前几次报案，知道4月22日发生了多人失踪案后，曾经在后面几日的调查中发现——在近期失踪的人中，除了这些悬疑小说作家之外，还有另一个人。只是，这个人不是悬疑作家。所以无法判断和其他人的失踪，是不是同一事件。但是假如真的有14个人的话，那这个人可能就也在此列。” 南天的父亲感觉到警官在说到这个人的时候，语气和表情都有些凝重，视乎提到的不是个普通人物。他问道：“这是个什么人？” 吴警官迟疑一下，决定告诉他们：“是一个有多次杀人嫌疑，但每次都因为没有证据将其定罪，而至今未被抓捕、具有超高智商的危险人物——这个人也失踪了。” “啊……”南天的父母倒抽了一口凉气，被警察的话吓得面色发白。 吴警官说：“先别紧张，母亲还不确定这个危险角色是不是真的跟这起多人绑架案有关系。你们可以先回住所去，我们警察一定会全力侦破这起特大案件的。一有消息，就会立刻通知你们。”
5月1日，南天被困在封闭场所的第10天。 中午吃过东西后，他躺在自己狭小房间的床上闭目养神，突然脑子里传来一丝电流那样，迅速闪过一句话。 警察已经在全力调查此事了。 南天全身颤抖，身上的毛孔一阵阵收缩——这……这是父亲和我的心灵感应吗？他接受到了我传递的信息，现在用同样的方式回应我？ ! 他激动不已，立刻从床上跳了下来，在屋内兴奋地来回踱步。Great!如果刚才感应到的信息是真的，说明警察已经知晓并重视了此事，而且展开了行动！ i did it!我真的通过心灵感应和父亲沟通——那个主办者做梦都不会想到，我能用这种方式和外界取得联系！ 南天欣喜和兴奋得难以自持。他知道这次神奇联络的成功，意味着什么——警察如果能在“14天”结束之前找到这个地方，就能够救出他们！ 也就是说，活着离开这里的可能性增加了一个——除了战胜后找出主办者之外，还能期待警察的到来！ 在这种时候——这场残酷的死亡游戏只剩最后4天的时候，任何能增加活命几率的微妙暗示，都会带来一丝希望之光。 南天此刻激动得想立刻跟人分享这份喜悦，他第一个想到的人，就是纱嘉。 他正要打开门出去，动作却停了下来。 我真的能完全信任她吗？万一……他蹙起眉，不过就算我把这个消息告诉所有人——当然包括主办者在内——他（她）也没办法阻止外面警察的行动。反而，这个消息可能会带来一些威慑的作用。 考虑了几分钟，南天决定先把这件事告诉纱嘉。至于其他人，当某个时机成熟的时候再讲不迟。 纱嘉呆在自己房间，听到敲门声，她走到门口，问道：“是谁？” "I." 纱嘉听出了南天的声音，她露出了欣喜的表情，立刻将房门打开。 南天走进纱嘉的房间，将门带拢，望着纱嘉说：“我要告诉你一件事。” Saka nodded. “坐过来说吧。” 他们俩一个坐在床沿，一个坐在单人沙发上。南天把用心灵感应，联系到父亲，并且警察已经展开调查的事告诉纱嘉。 “啊，太好了！”纱嘉听完后，和南天一样激动得面额泛红。但令她感到格外震撼的，并不是警察已经介入调查此事，而是南天和父亲之间不可思议的心灵感应。 “我以前只在小说和电影中看过关于心灵感应的事，没想到现实中真的存在！”纱嘉惊叹不已，“实在太神奇了！” 南天说：“也许只有在某种特殊的环境和状况下，才能成功沟通吧。” 纱嘉点着头，若有所思。过了几分钟，她抬起头来，有些不好意思地说：“南天，我有个想法，需要经得你的同意。” “是什么？你说。” “你刚才说的这件事，激起了我的创作灵感。你知道，明天晚上就轮到我讲故事了，但我直到现在都没有完全构思好，正着急呢，但是听了你说的父子间心灵感应的事，我突然觉得这是一个非常好的点！如果你不介意的话，能不能让我以此为题材来创作一个故事？” 南天笑道：“当然可以啊。” “可是，这意味着你就不能用这个题材了。” “没关系，我本来就没打算用这个题材。”南天说，“而且毕竟我是最后一个讲故事的人，时间相对来说要比你充裕得多。能帮到你我很高兴。” 纱嘉高兴地双手交叉合拢：“你真是太好了！我现在就把这个故事的大纲记录下来。” 南天想起了徐闻手稿的是，提醒道：“如果你写在纸上的话，可一定要收好呀，别让别人看到了。” “我明白。”纱嘉说，“我会把它放在口袋里，一刻不离身的。” “这就好。”南天说，“那我回房间去了，你慢慢创造吧。” “唉……等等，”纱嘉叫住他，“要不，我把这个故事先讲给你听听？” “你不是才想到这个题材吗？怎么就已经构思好了？” “我之前就已经构思出雏形了，只是不完整。但是刚才你带给我的灵感，让我把故事中的情节全部串起来了——你想听吗？” 南天微笑着说：“好的。” “我现在讲这个故事给你听，一方面是想听听你的意见。当然还有一点就是——你知道了我故事，就不会再构思的时候出现和我相似的情节了。” “嗯。”南天额首，“你可以放心讲给我听，这是我们两个人之间的秘密。” 纱嘉显得非常开心，“好的，我开始讲了，这个故事讲的是……”
晚上7点，游戏时间又到了。十二个悬疑小说作家聚集在大厅，围坐成一圈。 今晚的讲述者是大作家荒木舟。如果除开天才少年克里斯的话，他是14个作家中最大牌的一个。此刻，他睥睨众人，缓缓说道：“不得不说，这场游戏比我想象中要精彩、刺激、富有挑战性得多。别的不说，通过前面9天个人所讲的故事来看，被选到这里来的人果然都不是等闲之辈。” 他停顿一下，接着说：“我在开讲之前说这话的意思，其实就是表明——这场游戏，彻底地激起了我的斗志，不管出于何种目的，我都会全力以赴。所以我可以告诉各位，我接下来要讲的这个故事，应该是一个能够代表我最高水准的悬疑故事。我相信，这个故事一开场，就能让你们屏住呼吸、捏一把汗。” 荒木舟的话显然给在场的众人带来了不小的压力，同时也带来了动力——起码对南天来说是如此。我期待你讲出一个超级精彩的故事，但是我不会输给你的，我会尽一切努力超越你！他体内热血沸腾、心潮彭拜。 “好了，废话不多说了。”荒木舟开始讲，“这个故事的名字叫做《归来》。”