Chapter 520 Incinerator (Twenty-Five)

"It's such a shame. Can I ask why?"

Facing the 180-degree turn of emotion in Medea's mouth, Fu Qian was stunned for a moment and asked in a gossipy tone.

"Well...actually, there was nothing special. We got along very well at first, but then I don't know if it was because of his studies. In a short period of time, he seemed to have changed into a different person. He became very...irritable and anxious. .”

"The qualities that attracted me to him seemed to disappear all of a sudden."

Medea rubbed the photo while frowning in memory.

"Anyway, after a few quarrels over trivial matters, he asked not to meet again, and I agreed."

"Then...he really never looked for me again."

Well, I can actually guess the reason for that person's irritability and anxiety.

Fu Qian recalled the contents of the note. It was obvious that at that time, Edlar, who found that the tasks were endless, began to feel unstable.

"Understood, what next?"

"Then he transferred to another school and left here."

Medea sighed.

"Actually, this is fine."

Transfer school and leave?

Think before paying.

"Did he tell you?"

"That's not true. He left in a hurry. He just notified the school teachers and didn't say goodbye to me."

"Let me think about it, he is not looking for you, he is looking for...Joseph?"

"how do you know?"

Medea was obviously surprised that Fu Qian had guessed correctly again.

"Can I ask, how did you two get together?"

Fu Qian lowered his head and thought deeply. A certain feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer, and he continued to ask.

"How did we get together..."

The extremely jumping question before payment made Medea fall into memories again.

"It's quite interesting to say that it originated from an accident. I had almost no interaction with him before that."

"I was doing errands outside at the time, and I didn't take the bag with me when I left. When I went back to look for it, I found him waiting for the owner with the bag. Later, I invited him to drink a cup of coffee."

"It can be called a romantic encounter."

Fu Qian looked like he was listening to the story.

"The fate is so wonderful, otherwise how could I have just lost my bag."

"Actually, no more. I'm just following the instructions."

Medea covered her mouth and chuckled, shaking her head.

hint……

At that moment, the smile on Fu Qian's face remained unchanged, but his mind suddenly became clear.

Is that really the case?

For a moment he seemed to understand everything.

"You were prompted to intentionally leave your bag where it was? Like a locked drawer requiring a key?"

"yes."

Medea nodded as expected.

"The hint told me to leave the bag where it was, something exciting might happen."

"Do you often receive prompts like this?"

"How come such information is so common, but after contacting Edlar, there are more."

"Does everyone do this?"

"Of course, is it any wonder that prompts pop up occasionally telling us what to do?"

Medea looked at Fu Qian incomprehensibly.

"Aren't you?"

Uh... I'm so great!

Fu Qian let out a long sigh in his heart.

Medea's words were natural, but the meaning behind them was extraordinary.

This world is far sicker than imagined.

At first, my focus was on those weird things, such as the prompt feedback for unlocking the door, and the door that could only be opened in one direction for no reason.

The existence of these strange and rigid rules makes the world seem broken and full of chaos.

In my own understanding, those mechanical and forcibly formulated rough logics are just patches in this world to avoid operational errors.

As for the door that can trap people to death if not careful, it is an error point that needs to be avoided.

It is precisely because of this speculation that I have always thought that I should be careful to avoid those anomalies to ensure my own safety.

However, now it seems that it is actually more magical than imagined.

The people here actually have special prompts to guide their behavioral logic, and everyone's reactions are natural, without any suspicion at all, just like going to an ATM and inserting a card will spit out money.

In a sense, the operating logic of this world is not much better than that of a realistic game.

Not essentially real? Or is the world so hopelessly broken that it can only be sustained in this way?

"Joseph."

Fu Qian looked at Medea and slowly mentioned a name, making the latter look confused.

"Before yesterday, did you know that he had been following you?"

"I don't know, I never knew! Who would have thought that that guy would be so despicable!"

Although the person mentioned was already a dead person, Medea could not help but grit her teeth in her tone.

"Now that I think about it, the way he usually looks at me is a little weird, and he seems to be a little repelled by my dealings with students. At first, I thought he had a strong sense of justice..."

Joseph has always excluded students from contact with Medea...

Listening to Medea's memories, events pieced together in Fu Qian's mind.

Edlar, who was thrown into the incinerator, received many trivial but easy tasks...

The obscene teacher Medea received the prompt and left the bag...

Edlar, who picked up the bag, chose to stay where he was and wait for someone, and the two came into contact because of this coincidence...

Medea's secret admirer, Joseph, not only stalks her from time to time, but also hates all her "lovers"...

In the end, for unknown reasons, Edlar was locked behind a door that could not be opened, and this involved Joseph and Sheriff Stan...

Joseph told the school that Edlar had transferred...

Fu Qian seemed to see an invisible net, surrounding poor Edlar, tightening it tighter and tighter, until he was driven into the door and turned into a mummy in despair.

This world seems to have some kind of will, running in a strange and cold way.

For outsiders like Edlar and himself, on the one hand, it uses prompt guidance to try not to interfere with the operation of the world.

For example, my first mission, after appearing in Medea's office for no apparent reason, was to ask me to leave quickly.

If I really did what I did, I wouldn't have encountered what happened later, and that series of conflicts wouldn't have happened.

At the same time, it seems to be filled with deep malice and a strong desire to eliminate this abnormality in itself, such as letting itself go home on time to play games with Trika.

For most people, the difficulty of the game is definitely a narrow escape.

Why is this happening?

Comparing his tasks before and after, there is obviously a huge contrast, and the difficulty is not at the same level.

What caused this change?