The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 259: Philosopher

When the old woman came, she came in a wheelchair. She had brought her own seat, while the pregnant woman who came behind occupied two chairs.

Even if you include the "sister" who is still cooking, there is still one person missing at the table.

There is always an empty chair.

Annan took the opportunity to get up and try to check the note on the wall.

What is written above seems to be a message board.

It was a board that used to be found occasionally in stores around the school, with lots of sticky notes filled with words on it.

Some people use it as a confession wall, some people use it as a place to show affection, and some people use it to check in and take notes. The store owner can also regard it as a proof of popularity...

The note posted on this message board is almost like this post-it note:

“Today is my father’s death anniversary and tomorrow is my birthday. He said he would come back after my birthday.

"He's a liar.

"He is also a hero, because my sister said that he died on the battlefield. In a foreign country. He died in a place where I can't see. I want to worship, but I don't know which direction to kneel in. No matter what, He will never come back."

For example, this post-it note.

It's more like a diary of some kind than "kept as a souvenir".

The difference is that this diary is open to others - Annan has been reading here for a long time. Others have seen his actions, but no one has ever stopped this "old man" from peeking at others. Privacy Act. From this point of view, this behavior may be allowed here.

"...Huh?"

Annan suddenly noticed that there were several dark red traces on a piece of paper.

It looks like dried blood - to be more precise, it should be a **** fingerprint. It was like the person who pressed this note had blood on his fingertips that had not yet dried up.

The first sentence of this note caught Annan’s attention:

"Is this world... really real?"

That is a stroke of fear. It looks like the note was written with sweat, and you can see the wet curl of the paper.

"I felt something was wrong. Although I could hear the radio and it seemed like there was a whole world outside; although I still had my childhood companions in my memory... But it is undeniable that I have had several I haven’t seen anyone outside in years.

"Including me, there are only eight people in this village. Where do our food, clothing, housing and transportation come from? Why is there only one worker in the factory? Where is the old woman selling the things produced?

"So I make a bold guess: our world is false!

"When the sun rises tomorrow, I will run away! I want to see if the world outside this village really exists!"

...What kind of talent is this?

If he is a madman, his logic seems to be quite clear, and his worries are more reasonable; but if he is a wise man, this last bold speculation is so jumpy...

Annan thought and looked back at a few people.

He remembered that the "old woman" from before urged "Huang Mao" to return to work tomorrow;

"Ms." is due to give birth tomorrow;

The owner of the first note has his birthday tomorrow;

The owner of the second note plans to verify the authenticity of this world tomorrow...

If Annan guessed correctly, the eight people here should all have some expectations for "tomorrow"...

——Or, fear.

"The food is ready!"

At this moment, a gentle girl's voice sounded.

Annan hunched over and turned around.

A girl wearing a goose-yellow turtleneck sweater, with long, smooth black hair, and glasses walked out of the kitchen carrying the last plate of dishes.

Seeing Annan standing by the wall, she smiled lightly, with two beautiful dimples on her cheeks: "Uncle, let's eat first."

"Okay."

Annan, who was still in the intelligence gathering stage, nodded obediently and followed their wishes and sat at the table.

There is no doubt that from Annan's perspective, everything on the table is delicious. And everything he likes to eat...

From smoked beef burgers, egg tarts, half-cooked cheese, to braised pork with pickles, cola chicken wings, boiled meat slices, and clay pot rice. The most outrageous thing is that there is also a large tomahawk steak and roasted and crispy roast suckling pig. This is not a meal that a young girl can make in a few hours in such a simple kitchen.

Annan has not seen meals with such a hometown flavor and modern flavor for a long, long time.

But Annan didn't bother to move the chopsticks, but observed the girl called "sister" - yes, there were chopsticks on the table, not just knives and forks.

She looks only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Like others, he has a face similar to Annan.

"Give it to me, sister."

The strong man with a calm temperament walked over and took the dish from the girl's hand.

This strong man, who was at least in his early thirties, said "sister" to a girl who was only in her teens... This made Anan feel strange.

But others seemed not to notice anything, with no unusual expression on their faces. This sense of surprise gave Annan a strong sense of unreality.

My sister glanced around and asked, "Where are the philosophers?"

"He didn't come!"

Huang Mao, who was the first to move his chopsticks, filled his mouth with food and answered first: "I haven't seen him in a day!"

...philosopher.

Annan heard the "name" of the last person.

If nothing else, this should be the person who left the second note.

But another doubt arose in Annan's mind - there were obviously only ten people in this village. If Huang Mao hadn't seen him for a day, why was his note left here?

"Abo, don't you want to eat?"

My sister asked from the side.

It was an extremely gentle, almost respectful tone, but Annan's intuition felt a vague sense of danger.

As if - if he didn't eat, something terrible would happen.

"A little distracted, sister."

Anan had a simple and honest smile on his face and picked up the chopsticks.

He deliberately called sister, wanting to see other people's reactions. The result was that no one thought there was anything strange about it.

...I probably understand a little bit about the rules of this nightmare.

Annan thought to himself.

But we still need to collect some more information.

If I guessed correctly... I should hear about the death of the "philosopher" soon.

——Is this the Last Supper?

The food ~IndoMTL.com~ also tastes as delicious as it looks. Rather, it's wonderful - every food is comparable to the peak state in Annan's memory, so wonderful that people can't help but admire it.

Even Annan, who was wary at first, couldn't help but move his chopsticks a few more times.

But even Annan, who was immersed in the food wholeheartedly, was still vaguely observing his surroundings.

Although all of his abilities are inexplicably unavailable here... the quality of Annan's soul has not declined. His instinct told him that someone was observing him in a similar way to himself.

Nothing unexpected happened until Annan was full.

“——The sunset today is beautiful.

"How about I give you a divination?"

The old woman lying in the wheelchair with her head tilted suddenly said with a smile: "Just for fun after dinner?"