The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 261: 2 Weekly Variables

...That's it.

Is this the so-called "sun that never sets"?

Before Annan entered this nightmare, he knew that the name of this dream-coagulated egg was "The Sun That Never Sets."

At first, he thought this world was a scorching wasteland with eternal daylight, thinking that it would not hurt him - Annan, who possesses the element of brilliance, is completely immune to radiation-type damage. Even without the protection of the atmosphere, Annan can still live well. You can even use it as a weapon to attack others.

As a result, Annan did not expect that the shape of this nightmare would be this kind of psychological maze.

Although it has only gone through the first stage... Annan has already roughly guessed the system and mechanism of this nightmare.

——Why are almost all of Annan’s abilities banned?

The reason is simple.

Because this is not the real world.

This should be someone's dream...or rather, a dream within a dream.

"If I guessed correctly," Annan thought to himself, "this place should be related to the previous fire and thick smoke."

Annan did not forget any detail.

When he entered this nightmare, he first appeared in bed. At that time, he seemed to have been given some medicine and became drowsy and unable to open his eyes... Then, someone raised the ax in his hand high towards him.

If nothing unexpected happens.

The world Annan lives in now should indeed be illusory. One level further up is the man in the fire.

There may be a third level, but... who knows.

Since the moth mother named this dream-condensed egg "The Sun That Never Sets", it means that the theme of this nightmare must be this layer. In a sense, this decryption book is even spoiled by its name...

And Annan cannot die in this copy, otherwise he will really die; since Gray Craftsman knows that the old grandmother has woken up, and there is Zhiji watching outside, he cannot deliberately design to murder Annan... then he has absolutely no idea before Tell Annan the specific information about this nightmare. There is no doubt that the truth only needs a little bit to reveal, and there is no room for spoilers.

——Then the truth of the story must be simple.

For Annan... the very fact that Gray Craftsman "chose not to spoil the story at all" has become another kind of spoiler.

When the sun set, Annan reincarnated into the "old woman". And the doctor was still behind him, so at least this time was not the morning of the "next day" before.

According to Annan's understanding, this nightmare should have a "soft rage" mechanism.

Because every time he enters a new identity, the information Annan obtains and his field of vision will increase exaggeratedly. This kind of preferential treatment cannot come without a price - when Annan experiences everyone's perspective, he will definitely be able to solve all the mysteries.

Then the difficulty must be that Annan cannot get complete information.

If Annan had not found the final "murderer" in eight reincarnations - or seven or even six reincarnations, then he might really die here.

Of course, there are six chances...

In fact, Annan already has a rough idea.

If everything goes well, we just need to survive this reincarnation again. By the time the third project begins, Annan will be able to complete the decryption.

"Doctor," Annan imitated the old woman's cackle of laughter and whispered to the strong man behind him, "you seem to have something to say."

"...Is it so obvious?"

The doctor smiled bitterly: "That's so sorry...

"Do you have to tell the truth?"

"I hope so."

Annan replied.

The doctor sighed and said softly: "Old woman, do you know something about your body?"

Annan remained silent and waited for the doctor to continue.

"No matter what, I have to have surgery tomorrow."

The doctor said seriously: "Otherwise it will be too late.

"But even if it is surgery, there is no guarantee that it will end smoothly."

"That is to say, I may die on the operating table tomorrow...right."

Annan said softly.

The strong doctor said solemnly: "You are right. But I will try my best..."

"No need to say this, doctor."

Annan interrupted him and let out a deep laugh: "Of course I believe you.

"But do you...really believe in yourself?"

Hearing Annan’s confused words, the doctor was silent for a moment.

Annan continued: "Besides, there is another thing tomorrow...do you still remember it."

"Ah, yes."

The doctor sighed: "Indeed, I once promised this...but I am destined to break my promise."

Annan's heart moved.

He turned his head slightly and whispered: "You should decide to continue like this."

"It's too late."

The doctor sighed: "He regards me as a hero, but I am just a deserter.

"Tomorrow is the day we agreed on, but I..."

"Are you planning to escape?"

Annan asked sharply: "We are now still unable to face the past?"

For ordinary people, such words are not very polite and may arouse hostility.

But Annan's current identity can be said to be just that - the reason is very simple, because his current identity is an old lady who is about to burp. Even if you say something slightly impolite, you will still be understood and tolerated.

So, the doctor standing behind Annan pushing the wheelchair just smiled bitterly.

He sighed and whispered: "Because I am a coward... I am a despicable and shameful deserter.

"How I escaped from the battlefield... Now I will escape like that at home.

"Like a dog."

"Aren't you still going to find your son?"

Annan asked further.

But the doctor didn't reply, just silent.

He was basically certain that the doctor was the "hero father" he saw on the first note.

Then conversely inferring...the identity of the owner of the first note can basically be confirmed.

So Annan asked in an inductive manner: "Actually, I think he might have recognized you a long time ago. Otherwise, he wouldn't be particularly silent in front of you."

"He was very silent."

The doctor argued.

And this reply is basically an admission that the "tinker" is his son - among the eight people in the village, only the tinker is the most silent.

So Annan chuckled and made the final confirmation: "That's right. Because the only thing he can't cultivate well is his heart."

"...It's my fault."

No surprise, the doctor was silent for a while and then sighed: "He thought I was dead. He thought the pocket watch I sent back that was damaged in the explosion was my relic..."

"Okay," Annan interrupted, "it's time for us to go eat."

"Don't you have anything else to do?"

The doctor asked.

Annan sneered silently.

"Of course."

He replied.

The next moment, Annan appeared at her sister's house with the doctor.

However, at this time Annan clearly realized that the timeline had changed.

The "old woman", "doctor" and "tinker" who were supposed to arrive were not here. And "Abo" and "Huangmao" who should have arrived earlier have not arrived yet.

Annan and the doctor became the first people to arrive!

"I'm going to see that."

He raised his voice, pointed at the note on the wall, and said loudly to the doctor.

This is also a kind of temptation.

As expected.

The doctor was a little confused.

"What are you watching? The radio."

he asked.

Obviously, he didn't even notice the notes on the radio.

It's as if they never existed in the first place.

"Yeah, radio."

Annan responded and said, "Let me see if it can still be used."

Unable to move on his own, Annan was pushed by the doctor to the radio.

Annan reached out and fumbled randomly on the radio, looking at the note on the wall with his peripheral vision.

Surprisingly... even the note was different this time!

The note that was supposed to be the philosopher had a **** handprint on it, but this time it turned out to be another note with a black circle on it.

Annan looked carefully at the only different note:

"I don't want to live like this anymore."

The handwriting was messy and dirty, and the note was slightly wrinkled: "I've had enough, I really have had enough!

"I never want to work for a day again! I don't want to see that old woman's face again! I was supposed to live a wonderful and interesting life ~IndoMTL.com~ But why - why does it have to be me and not others? People?

"Every night it's a rush - I just don't want to work and I want to be rich, what's the problem? The work never ends, it never ends... looking at her every day feels like she's dying It's just a normal drop, but I've been waiting for more than half a month, and I waited longer before, but she still can't die!

"Tomorrow...wait for tomorrow. I must have a good talk with the old woman tomorrow...find someone to replace me. I think the old man is good, and they are a perfect match. A short-lived ghost is a perfect match for a bad old man. Match.

"——If it doesn't work, kill her. Just suffocate her in the wheelchair with a pillow and let her suffocate to death. She was already dying anyway, and no one would suspect that it was me.

"Okay, let's do it."

The handwriting on the note gradually changed from chaos to order.

Just like its owner's thoughts, it gradually became clear.