Wu Yiliu later, like a director, constructed many scenarios in his mind that could have happened in the camping house — he couldn't see or hear the players' movements, but he pieced together scenes of the drama based on logical progression, clues, half guesses, and half deduction. Of course, he couldn't verify with those involved because there were no parties left.
That day, when he activated [Human Concerto], Cuining's face had already been removed by more than half — in his mind's eye, the camping house seemed as though a bomb had suddenly been thrown inside, with countless fragments and torrents swirling and twirling; except that this explosion was composed of human emotions and feelings suddenly ignited and magnified.
The shock that a Changeling's face removal gives to normal humans seems to be a fundamental, foundation-shaking force, and Wu Yiliu hasn't yet met a human who could recover quickly from this scene.
In the rapid onslaught of various emotions, he knew exactly which note to seize.
Whether it was shock, fear, nausea, or stimulation, out of dozens or nearly a hundred emotions and sensations, there would surely be a type of mood that came from the realization that "Ah, she really has transformed." This realization would bring acceptance, conviction, and sudden enlightenment.
Perhaps those who had heard of his earlier experiences would accept the fact more quickly. So, when Wu Yiliu precisely grasped this note, quickly and infinitely amplified it until it was deafening, approaching the limit that the target could bear, he suddenly realized that the person he had targeted must have been Christo.
Even with visibility not as clear as ordinary people, the players were close enough to see Cuining's face; emotionally, they were all in disarray, panicked and unsure of what to do. According to Wu Yiliu's speculation, they must have spoken in chaos for several minutes until their initial excitement gradually began to subside. Only then did the transformed "Abby," as he had instructed, suggest that Cuining put her face back on; this refocused everyone's attention on Cuining inside the box.
Just like confirming his estimated timeline, Cuining once again raised her hand, slowly replacing her face.
Undoubtedly, her action captured everyone's attention; even Abby, who had just been covering her mouth, about to vomit but unable, her face full of tears, could not help but fix her gaze on Cuining.
"What are you doing here?"
When the timing seemed right, Wu Yiliu put away the objects concealing his form, removed his earplugs, pushed open the door, and startled Cuining in the box, almost causing her face to slip from her ears.
"Did she suddenly remove her face mask because you whispered to her when you came in?" he said calmly, looking around the seemingly empty living room. "Didn't we agree? We would stay away from each other during this time, waiting for the teleportation date... What do you mean by coming in?"
The living room was quiet for a while, and Cuining spoke from the box.
"Where's the woman? The one called Abby, where did she go?" Clearly, one of the players was asking. Judging from the tone, it must have been the one who had brainwashed Pence.
"She's still in the woods, should be back soon." Wu Yiliu's words were a signal for Abby; when the time seemed right, she should come into the house.
"Why didn't you stay in the house? What were you doing going out? We all agreed not to come in, how could you go out?"
"We are pocket dimension trainers after all," Wu Yiliu said unhurriedly, appearing very calm. He even poured himself a glass of water. "We might find clues in the pocket dimension, perhaps even breaking the game early, so we don't have to wait for teleportation."
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Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 13: Sleepwalking in Dreamland
Science-FictionOoh, who is that on the cover? The description is too spoilery, so just read to find out. Credit to the arist 孤雨傘裙 on Lofter for the image used as the cover.