socalfunplaces Chapter 132 Happy Hotel 14
Chapter 132 Happy Hotel 14
A sharp alarm sounded in my mind without warning, accompanied by the system's official electronic voice:
[An unknown force has been detected... alert is being activated. 】
[Second level alert activated...]
[Level 2 alert activated. ]
[Clean up starts...]
【Cleaning failed.】
[Level 1 alert activated...]
A huge force suddenly surged up from under the two people, and the still air suddenly turned into a violent wind, blowing up the fallen leaves outside the church. The withered yellow leaves flew all over the sky like decadent butterflies.
Song Guicheng felt a strong tearing sensation, as if the weather had turned into a knife, cutting his body and soul apart. He struggled to loosen the hand that he was holding onto Wu Zhi. He subconsciously reached out to hold him back, but his grasp was empty.
He suddenly lost his support and staggered two steps. He was extremely panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down.
It is the power of the copy that is driving Wu Zhi away.
Wu Zhi stood quietly in place, his hair and ink-black robe fluttering in the wind. In the flickering light and shadow, everything in the world seemed to be moving rapidly, but he stood still, tall and straight, untainted by dust.
The gentleness on his face disappeared completely, replaced by a half-smile of sarcasm: "That's all you have."
The only few times Song Guicheng and Wu Zhi met were at night. Now that the sky was bright, he looked at Wu Zhi clearly for the first time.
The wind blew him so hard that he almost couldn't stand. But he said nothing, and only followed the person in front of him with his eyes, greedily not letting go of every inch of Wu Zhi's body.
Wu Zhi's eyes were very dark, just like the black jade beads on Song Guicheng's wrist, and any light that fell into his eyes would be swallowed up. His facial features were extremely perfect and extremely harmonious, perfectly matching all human imaginations of gods.
[Level 1 alert activated. ]
The alarm in his head kept ringing, and the sound of the wind around him poured into his ears. He was caught up in a violent frenzy, and everything in front of him flickered, blurred, disappeared, dark, bright, and pictures, like the snow screen on a TV that kept flashing because of a bad signal.
Everything was becoming clear, except for Wu Zhi's figure which was gradually becoming blurred.
"Wu Zhi," Song Guicheng took two steps forward. He couldn't see the road clearly at all, and just followed his intuition. "You belong to me too."
He did not hear an answer and was left in the wind. The only sound he could hear was the air blowing past him and the chaos of the dungeon world before him. However, he was not afraid and just repeated, "I belong to you and you belong to me."
Every word is clear and powerful.
He didn't want to talk about love, he didn't know what love was, he only understood possession and being possessed, and just wanted to merge into each other's bodies, like skin and flesh, like flesh and bones, like bones and tendons.
Song Guicheng bit his lower lip tightly, staring at the almost empty space in front of him without blinking, but the expression on his face was calm and stubborn, which he himself was not even aware of, until his lip was bitten and blood oozed out, staining the corners of his mouth red.
After an unknown amount of time, the wind brought a voice: "OK."
It's like making a solemn promise.
*
When he opened his eyes again, Song Guicheng was still standing in front of the priest, his emerald eyes looking at him gently and peacefully.
The lights and shadows around were shaking, the voices were silent, and time was flowing normally.
Xie Siyou felt his brain go blank for a moment, as if he had forgotten something. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember what it was. He only remembered turning his head, and that was all.
Forget it, he said to himself, since I can’t remember it, it’s not important.
When the priest heard Song Guicheng say that they wanted to visit on their own, he did not insist, but just nodded: "In that case, I won't bother you."
After he finished speaking, he was about to leave, but Song Guicheng suddenly said, "Father, please wait a moment."
For a moment, the eyes of the priest, Xie Siyou, Chen Xinke, and Chu Wei were all focused on him.
The priest was asking, while Xie Siyou and Chen Xinke were surprised.
After all, Song Guicheng was shocked when he saw the priest just now, but after just a few seconds, he no longer saw the ghost.
Anyone would be surprised.
Song Guicheng smiled slightly, much more naturally than before. He still pinched his palm, but his body was no longer trembling. "I am very interested in painting. Can you ask the priest to explain it to me?"
His eyes passed imperceptibly across the oil painting of an apple orchard hanging at the front of the church, and he looked eagerly at the priest in front of him.
The priest naturally nodded and agreed.
As they looked at the pictures on the wall one by one, they also learned the priest's name, Gaby.
Father Gaby was knowledgeable, while Song Guicheng was well-versed in both Chinese and Western culture. The two of them talked about the background story and cultural connotation of the paintings, as well as the composition, color, and light and shade. They had similar opinions and comments and enjoyed the conversation very much.
At least that's how it seems to others.
Only Song Guicheng knew that the more he came into contact with Father Gabi, the more his heart felt like it was sinking into an icy cave.
They are so similar. Father Gabi and his brother Song Yujie have completely different names, but their appearance, personality, and conversation are exactly the same.
The more they communicated, the less he could tell whether he was in a dungeon or in a small European country church, admiring the scenery with his brother.
It was not until they walked up to the oil painting of the apple orchard that Song Guicheng came to his senses.
Father Gaby also stopped and looked at the last painting in the church, saying with emotion: "This is my favorite one."
This oil painting of the apple orchard can only be considered average in terms of brushstrokes, texture, light and shade treatment, and composition, and cannot be compared with the previous ones.
Song Guicheng looked at the priest strangely.
The priest narrowed his eyes, his expression very gentle: "Thanks to the donations from the innkeeper and his wife who run the apple orchard, the church can continue to operate and help more people."
"So that's how it is," Song Guicheng hesitated, his eyes drifting towards the confessional room very close to him, "but I just saw that lady walking out of here."
Father Gabi was calm and composed. He spread his hands and said, "Mr. Song, everyone comes into this world with sin. We need to be vigilant at all times and repent every day to atone for our sins."
Song Guicheng smiled and said nothing.
The live broadcast room exploded directly:
[I just contributed labor to the planet, but I suddenly feel guilty. 】
[Everyone is guilty when they come into this world~ but you are the one who is guilty. 】
【People still need a spiritual sustenance when living in this world. 】
[I don’t really understand what religious people think. Life is exhausting enough, and yet they put themselves in chains.]
【For us, this is not a shackle, but a place to entrust our souls. 】
[If I believe in religion, can you give me a house so that I can settle down physically? ]
……
……
In the barrage, believers and non-believers were arguing fiercely. Song Guicheng did not open the barrage, so naturally he did not see which faction won in the end.
His attention was still on the painting of the apple orchard. He asked the priest, "Did they send this painting as well?"
"That's right," Father Gaby nodded, then he clasped his hands together and faced the pulpit, saying devoutly, "May God bless them with peace."
*
It was already noon when I came out of the church. The weather was gloomy, and gray clouds were pressing against the sky, so heavy that they seemed about to fall down.
The four of them walked back to the hotel, and the atmosphere was much quieter than when they came.
Song Guicheng's abnormal behavior just now made his teammates quite worried, but for some reason, no one asked.
Chu Wei was not familiar with them and had always been silent. Xie Siyou sensed some kind of signal and his intuition told him not to ask. He always trusted his intuition.
Chen Xinke glanced at the two of them: If you don’t ask, I won’t ask either.
Song Guicheng walked in the front, not noticing the atmosphere of the team. He was sorting out the information he had gotten from the hotel and the church in his mind:
1. The couple in the hotel has a child, whom I haven't seen yet.
2. The child likes apples very much and also likes to draw apples, but there is one apple that he has not finished drawing.
3. The hostess was not in the hotel in the morning because she went to church and confessed in the confessional. The reason is unknown.
4. The hotel couple has been donating to the church for a long time, but the reason is unknown.
5. The apple orchard is run by the couple who own the hotel. The oil painting in the apple orchard was donated by the couple who own the hotel. It is unknown who painted it.
6. This world... has demons.
Pieces of information were arranged in his mind, one after another, clearly defined. The sixth piece of information hit his heart like a sledgehammer, and a chill ran up his spine.
What if I really encounter a devil... Song Guicheng thought about it seriously for two minutes, then shrugged helplessly.
When he encounters a demon, he takes photos; when the copy goes wrong, he sleeps.
When disaster strikes, he will just hang himself.
But there is still one more thing... Song Guicheng suddenly stopped in his tracks. He opened his palm and looked at the three bloody nail marks on it.
The relationship between Father Gabi and Song Yujie.
He didn't believe that this was an accident or coincidence. If there must be some connection between the two, doesn't it also mean that there is some connection between the copy world and the real world?
Did the power of the copy invade reality, or was he still in reality but he had never noticed it in the past?
A terrifying chill rushed from his heart to the soles of his feet, as if an icy current was injected into his blood. He stayed there for a moment, then stared blankly at the gray sky.
Is the appearance of Father Gabi a warning or a reminder?
He stood there for a moment, until two villagers coming out of the church passed by them, and Song Guicheng came to his senses.
He looked behind him. Xie Siyou and Chen Xinke were standing there obediently, looking like they were being very good and wouldn't say a word. Chu Wei was holding a candy in his hand, looking at the candy wrapper, wondering what he was thinking.
He then realized the strange atmosphere in the team and touched his brow helplessly: "I just saw the priest's sanity value drop rapidly. Don't worry about me. I have recovered after using an item. That NPC is a bit dangerous. You should also be careful."
Xie Siyou heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that, patted his chest and said, "Brother, you don't know, I was scared to death just now."
He said with lingering fear: "You look like you have left your body. I thought you were going to die here."
It’s not like his Sanity value dropped wildly, it’s like his Sanity value directly fell below negative numbers, and he would be stuck in the dungeon forever in the next second.
"Father, this title is not simple," Xie Siyou explained to himself, "He must be a very difficult NPC to deal with."
He put his hand on Song Guicheng's shoulder, and because he was shorter than Song Guicheng, he had to stand on tiptoe: "It has to be you, brother. If it were me, I would probably be in trouble."
Song Guicheng stretched out a finger and pushed Xie Siyou's face away: "Let's go back to the hotel."
Xie Siyou covered his forehead with his hands, his expression was very artificially hurt: "Brother, you don't love me anymore."
Song Guicheng smiled: "I've never loved."