Path of the Dead Prequel: Wings of Silver

In this antique broken clock, the number at the top is actually 13, and the hour and minute hands all move backwards, which is like a puzzle or a malicious joke. Sister Di also noticed it and shouted to me to stop and started studying it interestingly.

"Don't look at it, this is a nightmare. It promises you hope, but in the end it will take it away. If you don't run away, it will rush to the fifth floor!"

"Wait, why does the clock also have the number 13? I think if you don't understand it, you'll be wasting your time." Seeing that she was still being dragged up the corridor by me no matter how much she yelled, she shouted loudly:"Or give me your note."

"It's in your trouser pocket, you can take it out yourself."I had no choice but to let go of my hand, and then asked her to walk in front and continue climbing. But who would have thought that we have been climbing this short winding staircase for several minutes, and there is still no end, just like a ghost hitting a wall. General

"Stop, let me rest, I can't walk anymore."Sister Di turned pale, holding her breasts and breathing heavily. I had to slow down and walk back to her to see how she was doing. I didn't know she was pretending to be weak, and then she sat down on the steps and read the note.

"I also know that climbing stairs is much more tiring than going downstairs, but now is not the time to rest. If we don’t escape to higher ground, we will be swallowed by the flood."I heard the roaring of the flood in my ears, and I couldn't help but cursed:"How long are you going to linger? If you don’t understand, just don’t understand. If you don't leave, I'll run away first. I'm really unlucky because of you, and my life has been in vain!"

"Is climbing stairs more tiring than going down stairs?"She looked at me confusedly, as if she understood my difficulties, and stood up obediently, followed closely behind her, and asked as she walked:"Did you just say that?"

"Of course I said it, so what? Everyone knows that climbing stairs is exhausting."I curled my lips nonchalantly. Just as I was about to scold her, I felt a chill on my back. I turned around and saw her lifting up my T-shirt and writing furiously with a pen!

"I understand, thirteen is not a number!"Sister Di's eyes widened, looking straight at the top of my head, and shouted:"It's over!"

My hair stood on end when I heard it, and I couldn't help but follow her line of sight and look up. I saw a super torrent rushing down the stairs, and the waves were so turbulent. I didn't even turn around, and was swept away like a seaweed. Swept away, no consciousness existed anymore.

When I gradually came back from this suffocation, I saw myself lying on the red carpet again, next to Sister Di who was still sitting by the window. She was shot in through the window lattice. Covered by the sunset, the whole person melted into orange. Seeing that my limbs were responding, he stretched out his hand to support his arm and pulled me to sit next to him.

"I only remember one word, and that is 下. Why is it down? I don’t understand either, as I seem to remember visiting this room many times. She took out a pack of cigarettes from her trouser pocket, lit one for herself, and asked,"Hey, are you okay?""

Then things progressed as usual. She asked me to hand over the note, took out my name tag, opened it, and sat on the sofa to start comparing. I walked to the kitchen with my hands behind my back, and what I saw soon made the detective puzzled. The solution to the mystery of the window. Just at this moment, she shouted outside, pulled me to sit next to her, and began to repeat the nonsense she had just said.

However, the real disagreement arose at that moment. This is Because she was referring to the words I left behind such as"There will be a flood after returning to 0514, and you will drown if you don't leave", she also noticed the crooked handwriting on the back of the note, which was the record she left while running. Seeing me impatiently urging her to get up and go to the dressing room, she nodded thoughtfully.

Without any suspense, we found a red lighter on the ground and started to study why there was a missing sofa. Sister Di did not He listened to my explanation, but stared at the empty board wall that used to be a mirror table, and soon bursts of laughter burst out.

"why are you laughing? Out of the blue, I almost made you wet your pants."I felt like I was being fooled and couldn't help but glance at her.

"I may have figured out how this countercurrent sundog works. Sister Di asked meaningfully:"Do you know what self-awareness is?""

Seeing my absurd expression, she began to explain. There is a subject called cognitive psychology. Research in this field believes that the reason why the earth is dominated by humans instead of animals is mainly because humans have a unique ability. That is It is through cooperation that we develop extremely complex social structures and systems. To create such a society, we first need the species to have self-awareness. Each individual can distinguish between himself and everything in the surrounding environment, that is, the understanding of the singular self. After realizing At these times, we have to understand that we are different from others, and then find out how to integrate into the group, so that we can survive through sincere cooperation, that is, we

"What do you mean by this? Are you laughing at me for being a wage earner, not as educated as you?"I rolled my eyes, snorted softly from my nostrils, and said:"But now you have to rely on me to escape from the sun, don't show off your knowledge, Saga Wing is almost completely red."

"No, no matter how anxious you are, you have to hear me out first. These bird feathers are irrelevant, and can even be said to be a scam. She tugged on my sleeve, asked me to look at the board wall, and asked:"In this room, at this location, there used to be a big mirror. Do you remember?" Do you think the image of yourself in the mirror is a dream or real? This is what I found"

"The mirror cannot be said to be real or a dream. It should be an image that reflects the outside world. I put my hands behind my back and said with a smile, I just followed her words and said,"Is this considered a discovery?" What else do I think? Don’t waste time. Just finish it."

"Okay, let me tell you a story about mirrors and animals. This is not showy, and you would have a hard time understanding it otherwise. Dixie smiled slightly and was good at describing. She said that many people keep cats and dogs at home because they think they are smart and cute, but in fact, cats and dogs cannot tell the difference between themselves in the mirror, and they think they are intruders. Same thing. This situation occurs in most animals, and only a few species, such as elephants, can distinguish it. And among primates that we usually think of as highly intelligent, only bonobos can understand that it is themselves. However, compared to mammals, lower animals More fish and shrimps can also understand. Therefore, self-awareness is neither the difference between species nor IQ, but a special perspective of observation.

Therefore, the dreams we have experienced are like A mirror, those may be real past events, but the hardships suffered by the people who concocted Sun Dog began to be shared. If the female pursuer in 1972 unfortunately fell into the nightmare, it was also to trace these traces, but it is a pity that Unfortunately, she didn't realize this, and she had no other helpers to help her, so she died unfortunately.

At this point, she suddenly asked me to take off my T-shirt, and then raised my hands to give her a careful look. Then, she pointed Pointing to the small bedroom next door, she mysteriously motioned for me to follow her, and began to unbutton her shirt. What did she want to do? Could it be that in such a nightmare, was she still thinking about that? This woman looked at her from the side , just like the detective's description, she was very stunning. Her skin was unusually delicate, her body was uneven, and there were mainly blood stains on her body, which was particularly in line with my aesthetics. Even though she was old, she was still very charming. Not only did I look in a daze, I laughed. : Question:"You don't have the conditions to create conditions, and you want to change your taste and find an opportunity to go online?" You told me earlier, why are you pretending to be serious?"

"No, I remembered that there was a mirror on the cupboard in that room, and I planned to look around to see if there were any handwriting. I would like to ask you to help me look for it, so as not to miss anything."She was shocked when she heard this, turned to look at me with ill intentions, and asked:"What's wrong? Did I accidentally say something wrong that hurt your self-esteem?"

"I have no self-esteem. I just hate you showing off your knowledge to show that you are educated. I look like an imbecile. If you want to be sarcastic, just laugh out loud, why bother talking about cognitive psychology in circles. It would be okay if you were the fat man. At most, everyone would make fun of each other, but I can't quarrel with you, a female prostitute, can I?"I put my hands behind my back, snorted coldly, and said:"Besides, I am also a young and handsome guy. What can you lose if I really take it? A successful woman like you puts all her energy into her career, so her private life must be boring."

"But I see that you have a girlfriend, and it seems that you both hate me very much. I am not a successful person. You misunderstood. Sister Di sighed softly and said:"Until the age of thirty, I was unable to correct my speech disorder, that is, my stuttering." Over the years, I have worked hard to overcome difficulties and train myself. Only I can understand the hardships I have endured. It was a nightmare to get married and get divorced soon after. I was asked to meet my date, but I had too low self-esteem and never went. So to this day, I am still single. The kind of success that doesn't have a family atmosphere, just don't want it. By the way, by the way, why do you two hate me?"

"She said that people like you are always on guard against being robbed by me when you are alone. You have a smile on the surface, but behind it all you have public relations. People of your class, from the bottom of your heart, look down on people at the bottom like us. I shook my head, pointed at myself and said,"And what annoys her the most is that you call me by my nickname in front of her." Luckily for me, I'm not as extreme as her, otherwise I wouldn't be in danger alone."

"Sorry, but I don't know your name! You always stood behind people and never introduced yourself to each other. How do I know your name? In fact, I wanted to ask from just now, but I forgot to mention it when I was busy. I can't call you"Hey" or"that". She shrugged and said with a smile:"So, how could I call you by your nickname in front of her?" Maybe you remember it wrong."

My mouth opened wide, thinking that this can't be true. It was because Sister Di called me Besson that Little Cherry left in anger, and said that this was a secret between the two of us, and she was not allowed to call me like that. How in the end, would she? Do you remember this incident? Could it be that my memory is wrong? Or has the real thing that happened been tampered with? But then again, how could I tell her my nickname after such a one-time acquaintance, and for such a short time? At most, it was Alex This common name. When she mentioned it, I felt very weird.

"You are overthinking, maybe I am a young girl in Desmond's eyes, but to you I am just an aunt. Do you know how old I am? I am thirty-six years old this year. No matter how close we are, I will never call others by their nicknames without their consent. This will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. So, what exactly is your name? She looked at me curiously and asked,"You look very young. Why do you say you have no self-esteem?" Are you supposed to still be a student? Can you make money by working in a hotel?"

"My name is Besson. Just because you called out this name, the female soldier left in anger. I said, why are you not angry at all? You don't need to show restraint, it's just you and me here! I obviously said a lot of things that disgusted you, and you deserved to yell at me. I lowered my head heavily and sighed:"For someone like me, you don't need to know my past. My mother died early and my father disappeared. Would you be interested?" Where do I have any self-esteem? I have long been obliterated by this society! You are in a world of feasting and entertainment, and everyone is licking their faces to fawn over you. And all I can see are all kinds of red eyes, poisonous eyes, and looks of contempt and contempt. You and I are not the same person at all. I even hope that you will look at me the same way. It is better than pretending to be affectionate and caring! What kind of student is this? I've been running away all my life, I've never studied seriously, and I'm satisfied?"

"Besson, come here."Unexpectedly, my words made Dixie burst into tears. She opened her arms, hugged my head to her chest, and sobbed:"I'm sorry, I didn't know your actual situation was like that. Because of my ignorance, That's why I offended you and hurt your self-esteem. I also know that this is not appropriate, but if you want to cry, cry out. Maybe at this moment, you need a woman who is close to your mother to hold you like this. If you want to vent, vent it all to your heart's content."

"In order to save you from the phantom sun, more than a hundred people upstairs and downstairs were waiting to see me making a joke. I don't understand why I would take such a risk. I once convinced myself that I was doing this to frustrate them. The more others wanted to see me make a fool of myself, the more I would do it. However, I remember the scene in Cancrow Monastery, where you huddled in fear under the moonlight, with tears on your face. At that moment, it was very similar to my impression of my mother’s face before she died. I think maybe that expression touched me, and that's why I broke into Sundog."I hugged Sister Di tightly, sobbing miserably, and said,"I wish you could scold me, or even call me a stinker, so that you can forget these indelible memories. Why do you want to be nice to me? I don’t even know you!"

"I once had a son who was in a car accident. At that time, I locked myself in the room and cried day and night holding his photo. Obviously I should have picked him up myself, but I didn't ask anyone to do it, but because I was busy at work, everything happened that shouldn't have happened. That's how I got divorced."Sister Di hugged my face and said,"Maybe it's because of you that I have shortcomings in my heart. When you said that you have no self-esteem, I was deeply hurt. Even, I don't know where this emotion comes from, but it is so familiar. I don't have a good personality in life. Just like what you two described, I am a rather vain bitch. But now I want to make my own decision. In your most painful moment, I will replace an older woman and listen to you. I know that I It's ugly when you cry"

"I have always been lonely, not because I was deviant, but because I was tortured to death by this society, and I basically had no hope for people, until I met the most important friend in my life. This may be time and space. I seem to understand the meaning of what you just wanted to say. What didn't happen before happened after. In the end, I realized it earlier than when I said it. Although this is also one of the mysteries, isn't it?"I raised my face, wiped away her tears involuntarily, and asked

"Maybe, let me talk about the key points next. The words on this note ask me to search your body, which means that you and I have actually died at least twice. It is precisely because of the constant tragic deaths that the clues are slowly being put together. That's why I say it doesn't matter if Saga Tsubasa is red or not, because you'll still end up coming back here."She held up my note and asked me to pay attention to the words written on the back cover. Then she pointed at the number 13 and said,"The biggest problem is that. Maybe this is not a number, but a ladder."

When she said this, I couldn't help but grab the sticky note and study it carefully. The writing of 13 is really outrageous. At first glance, it looked like my fingers were shaking wildly while running away, and it was written crookedly. However, the vertical bar and 3 points were written crookedly. It was relatively open, the 3 gesture was stiff like a ladder, and the vertical bar went beyond the back of the paper. Combined with what she had been yelling about before, I understood it instantly.

"It was precisely because I kept shouting"down, down, down" before I died that it was forcibly recorded in my mind. Besson, we will definitely escape from this terrible countercurrent sundog. The vertical bar is the arrow written down. Look at my tiger's mouth again. Isn't this the arrow that is not written on the paper? Therefore, we cannot climb the stairs but have to go downstairs."She grabbed me tightly, pulled me into the small bedroom, took off her shirt, and asked me to search for her. Soon, I also found the same number on her body, but it happened to be written backwards. The purpose of the number 13, Let us go in the opposite direction, and perhaps only in that way can we truly uncover its ultimate mystery!

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Path of the Dead prequel Silver Wings Root Explanation:

Taozi: The girl deer who appeared in the deep mine field in the previous work.

Wind Alley: a place where ghosts gather.

Attila's Cloak: a short cloak.

Waterfall Apartment: another nightmare.

Cognitive Psychology: a type of psychological discipline.

Self-awareness: being able to distinguish oneself.

Single title: Heaven