A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 88: The Widowmaker of the Multiverse, the Terminator of Ten Thousand Wives

Barbie princess house.

Wu Tou Zhong Xie was cleaning the attic, sorting out the clutter and clearing out a space to place the model house that would be placed later.

However, while cleaning, Wu Tou Zhong Xie vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if he had missed something very crucial, and it was something that was closely related to him at the moment, but he could not remember it at all for a while.

Until he saw that the small window in the attic on the third floor was open, and a torn, bloody shirt was thrown in, right in front of him.

Oh--

I remembered that twenty minutes ago, that damn Zhong Xie cut a bloody shirt from his body and threw it into Princess Barbie's house, hoping to take the opportunity to harm Princess Barbie.

Here, this is the one in front of you.

It’s the one in front of me!
Headless Zhong Xie looked at the blood-stained shirt that was stained with an ominous aura, and felt a resonance with the blood-stained shirt on his body. The two were even attracted to each other and were approaching each other.

Is there attraction between bloody clothes?
Is it because they come from the same piece of clothing, or is it that they sense the "time" in each other?
Zhong Xie could sense the obvious joy coming from the two blood-stained robes, which showed that they were trying to break through the dead state, and were cheering for a certain possibility...

He looked at the blood-stained clothes on his body, then looked at the torn and stitched blood-stained clothes in front of him, and had a bad guess in his mind.

It can't be that the two blood-stained shirts were actually made "twenty minutes apart", but met at the same time under his control, causing the strange story to escalate, right?

This blood-stained robe already has an entry similar to blocking space, and if it suddenly realizes an entry related to time, wouldn’t that be equivalent to creating a powerful boss?

Headless Zhong Xie suddenly felt something was wrong, so he quickly stepped back to get away from the bloody shirt, then he remembered something again and looked towards the stairs.

Four or five Barbie princesses with beautiful faces but fierce and cruel expressions rushed up, and the leader among them was Princess Liboxa with long hair.

After going up to the third floor, Li Baosha's eyes first focused on the bloody clothes on Zhong Xie and the bloody clothes thrown in from the attic window, and then she glared fiercely at the pair of eyes outside the window.

Zhong Xie also saw the eyes outside. It was quite interesting to look into the eyes of himself twenty minutes ago.

He silently moved away from the Barbie princesses who were wailing in pain like desperate banshees. He knew what would happen next, so he had no intention of attacking them.

After just a few seconds, this group of Barbie princesses turned into puppets and were hung on the beams. The only living person on the third floor was Headless Zhong Xie.

However, the torn blood-stained clothes were still restless and began to approach him in a flashing manner.

It was there in one second, and in the next second it dyed a small table in Zhong Xie's field of vision red. When he looked closely again, he found that a red tablecloth had appeared on the table without him noticing.

Flash, dye, and finally appear in a reasonable way.

With this method, the blood-stained clothes appeared on the chandelier above Zhong Xie's head in just a few seconds and became the lampshade of the chandelier, dyeing the entire room the same blood red color.

The red light is mysterious, illuminating everything.

Oops!

Zhong Xie's heart was filled with alarm, and he jumped down the stairs and used all four limbs to escape from the third floor, while the man in blood-stained clothes kept approaching from behind.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

The sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard one after another from the attic. Zhong Xie knew as soon as he heard it that it was the Barbie dolls in red clothes that fell from the beams and started chasing him together with Xue Yi.

Damn, were your hands so cheap to me twenty minutes ago?
This Barbie model house is safe now, but you had to bring a bloody shirt in to mess with me, right?
Headless Zhong Xie cursed in his heart while running away frantically. He knew that he had to buy time for Zhong Xie's real body on the other side. The mission would only be completed when the other party delivered the Barbie model house to the model house.

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at the same time.

The Möbius strip of dimensions.

This concept popped up in the mind of the original body Zhong Xie, and he immediately began to prepare for it.

He first went to his sister's room and tried to lift up the model house to see what was going on inside.

With the help of the window, he found that several blood-stained Barbies were wandering and searching the house unconsciously, while a headless pervert with his chest and hood exposed was hiding under the bed.

Strictly speaking, the situation in the model house was twenty minutes ago, and now Zhong Xie's real body can communicate with his thoughts twenty minutes ago. This sense of dislocation in time and space has given him an illusion of being in heaven.

Jiuyaodi once said that the concept of time and space presented in ghost stories is based on the ghost stories’ own interpretation of “time”.

Different ghost stories have different understandings of "time", and the actual effects they present are also different.

It could be "fate cannot be changed", or "changed fate will correct itself", or even simply "multiverse", and all changes in the past are equivalent to opening a new file.

There is nothing wrong with these concepts, but Zhong Xie was thinking about more than just this matter.

There are many kinds of time and space theories, and different ghost stories will appear in different entries. This is correct. Anyway, the final right of interpretation belongs to the ghost stories. They just make and abide by the rules within their own sphere of influence.

Different rules of time and space are probably mutually exclusive. When conflicts arise, it may depend on the actual level of the ghost story to make a judgment.

So……

Are they paradoxes?

Similar, contradictory.

【Paradox coexistence】

Zhong Xie was so interested that he didn't care about the headless Zhong Xie who was playing hide-and-seek with the blood-stained Barbies in the model house. "Time" itself is a mandatory rule. Everything is subject to the relevant rules. Time flies.

Therefore, the entries related to "time" are mostly rule-based in most cases, and only rarely will they have other attributes like the [Triple] of the Ghost Talk Gun.

This is mainly because the focus of the term [Triple] is not on controlling time, but on going back to the state and triggering additional attacks from time.

From this point of view, the model house may not be a parasitic mystery, but a rule-based mystery, and the entries produced are likely to be rule-based entries.

This entry can be configured by Kuster of the rule system. Although "time" and "widower" are incompatible, Zhong Xie doesn't care.

Anyway, the tolerance of the second strange story is high, and any foreign objects can be stuffed into the body. If it really doesn't work, the worst that can happen is that the climbing steps will fail, and Kuster can expel all the related entries from the body and store them in the strange story bottle.

Isn't that what the time-based horror story in Hexagonal Nest does?

Although failure to climb the stairs will affect Kuster's foundation, it will not affect himself. After all, he still has the ghost story gun and seven ghost story slots.

Who can resist a "widower of the multiverse", "the terminator of tens of thousands of wives", "the husband of the past, present and future in one", and "the forced legal husband of marriage destiny"?

Hehehe, you can't escape, little lady. No matter in the past, present or future, I am your husband.

Whether it is history or nothingness, I am still your legal partner.

Now, die infinitely according to my dead wife rules!

This is pretty cool, right?

Stop talking nonsense, you useless thing. Just delay a little longer and wait for me to rescue you.

Zhong Xie was delighted and at the same time he could curse at the Headless Zhong Xie who was talking in his heart. Then he moved the model house into the snakeskin bag and briefly explained his current guess to others.

As teammates, there was no need for him to hide the truth. It would be too stupid if hiding the truth caused Lin Youlan and others to misunderstand him and affected his ultimate plan.

"Use a reasonable way to go to a higher dimension? What reasonable way? Let Jiang Shuran make a phone call to get that weirdo over?" Zhang Zitai asked in confusion, and then continued, "Do you need me to go with you? Her parents seem to be quite unstable, maybe I can be of use."

"No, you're running too slowly." Zhong Xie glanced at the slightly chubby Zhang Zitai and said directly, then he threw the phone to Xiaolan, "Call your mother."

"Ah? Oh." Xiaolan quickly entered the long number, entered the dialing page and returned it to Zhong Xie.

Zhong Xie took the phone and walked towards the stairs while saying to the other end of the phone: "Hello, Mom, it's me, your Zhong Bao, open the door for me, I'm going downstairs now."

He walked down the stairs carrying the snakeskin bag, passed through the door that appeared out of nowhere, and fell into Mrs. Lu's wet arms.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

Zhong Xie's voice came from the house in the higher dimension. Jiang Shuran and others in the middle dimension room looked at each other, not understanding why Zhong Xie was always so happy.

Only Lin Youlan reacted quickly and caught up first, while Jiang Shuran and Zhang Zita had developed instincts during two days of training and followed Lin Youlan to rush towards the stairs.

"Son, we missed you so much."

"I miss you so much, I miss you so much!"

The Lu couple on the other side of the door screamed one after another, and Zhong Xie slid past them lightly and ran towards the living room on the first floor.

Mr. Lu moved quickly and followed with big strides, while Mrs. Lu shook off the milk on her body and turned around to give chase.

At this time, Lin Youlan swung out the iron wire from the skull crusher, and the iron wire went around Mrs. Lu's feet, pulling her into the door and into Zhongwei's room.

Then, Lin Youlan and the other two worked together to suppress Mrs. Lu, sharing half of the pressure on Zhong Xie.

On the other side, Zhong Xie ran madly towards the entrance of the living room, climbed up the wall with a big jump, turned around and hooked the chandelier to swing back. Mr. Lu who was following behind him was unable to react in time, rushed into the living room, and missed Zhong Xie.

Zhong Xie pulled down the chandelier and threw it at Mr. Lu, then turned and ran to the second floor. As soon as he entered the sister's room, he picked up the model house and ran to the third floor again.

After a thrilling chase, he finally entered the attic of Barbie's house.

The attic had been tidied up in order by the previous headless Zhong Xie. The blood-stained clothes and blood-stained Barbie were led to other areas by the headless Zhong Xie. At this time, the real Zhong Xie was safe.

He took out the Barbie model house that symbolized this low-dimensional room and placed his hand on the window of the model house.

His own toy figure has not appeared on the third floor of the model house yet, so he needs to wait another twenty minutes.

Regardless of the cursing of the headless Zhong Xie, the real Zhong Xie issued a death order that they must hold on to the five blood-stained Barbies for twenty minutes, otherwise it would be a shame to the peak physical fitness of humans.

Next, Zhong Xie released Kuster and ordered him to raise the ghost gun and aim it at the window of the model house.

He is about to start the experiment. No matter what the result is, it will be a highlight in the history of ghost stories.

Kuster had a bad feeling, but he couldn't go against Zhong Xie's orders, because he wanted to survive and escape from this weird story, so he had to do as he was told and pointed the gun at the position where he was standing in the model house.

"boom."

The gunshot happened twenty minutes later, and at that moment, heavy rain poured in from the window. Zhong Xie quickly dodged, letting the heavy rain fall entirely on Kuster.

Zhong Xie stared at the pregnant belly of the experimental subject Kuster with wide eyes and danced with excitement. At this moment, Kuster was both the father and the mother.

Yes, I did something that violated the rules of the Ghost Talk Gun.

I bring creation, come out, son of time paradox!
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