He thought, do you know what that is? Do you know what is the truth behind it? You know nothing, and you are still trying to make yourself known?

And if you really know, wouldn't you wish you never knew it?

Xu Beijin sat there expressionlessly, the gloomy weather outside the window made the light in the bookstore dim. He felt that his own brain seemed to be trapped in a kind of drowsy haze.

He suppressed his emotions, as he had done for years. But in this nightmare, when the live broadcast system was forced to cut off the source of the picture twice, he suddenly felt a sudden emotional outburst.

He was in a daze for a moment, feeling as if he was judging himself at the moment from above.

You see, the face is so pale, the dark circles under the eyes are so heavy, the white shirt is washed to pale... oh, and the hair is up in a mess. This is really a slovenly man. What kind of life has he lived in the past so many years?

He seemed to be struggling with those memories that had been burned to ashes in countless lonely and desperate nights, awake, or half asleep.

……fire.

He suddenly thought, do they really want to know the truth?

There was such a nightmare...

With a feeling of disgust or pity, Xu Beijin's lips tugged slightly. He seemed to smile a little.

In the dim bookstore, the light cast from the window flickered on and off his face. He is hesitating, and the result of his hesitation is...

He said to himself, "Where does that actor live?"

Someone wants to know the truth. For so many years, Xu Bei has ignored the actions of those people. He has always known the conspiracy theories circulating in the narrow building, or other rules and information that have become iron rules.

But he turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear. He imprisoned himself in one sleepless night after another.

The arrival of the live broadcast system opened a window for him... no, a crack. That's all.

Only he can make him walk out of those nights, those memories, those pasts, things that he will never forget, but which he has slowly buried.

Somebody wanted to know the truth, he thought...well, maybe he could let them know.

He couldn't help laughing.

But at that moment, what he thought of was that in the nightmare, Lingo once said to him - if you don't want to laugh, you don't have to.

Xu Beijin lowered his eyes, stroked the corner of his lips, and slowly smoothed out the bitter curve. He thought blankly, yes, if you don't want to laugh, you don't have to.

He closed his eyes, feeling dryness and soreness in his eye sockets.

He calmed down slowly, and those emotions that were boiling like boiling water were bubbling and bubbling, and he firmly suppressed them again. A helpless self-mockery and self-loathing rose in his heart.

Still, that possibility did burn deeply into his mind.

——Let the missionaries who are looking for the truth know the truth.

He might not be able to open up about his nightmares right away, he hasn't made up his mind yet, but... he knows some nightmares. Those nightmares hinted at the so-called "truth" far more clearly than the one they were in now.

He considers whether this approach is reasonable and should be done.

And in the final analysis, it was just because he suddenly realized—could he really be able to rot silently at the bottom of the narrow building in despair and loneliness? Can he really just sit back and watch?

He can't do it.

Not only because of his personality, but more importantly, it is visible to the naked eye, eternal collapse and pain. He can persist for one year, two years, five years or ten years, but can he persist forever?

He has been unconsciously distracted and in a daze for a long time due to lack of sleep, and he feels sleepy and tired. Maybe it was just psychological pressure, and it was already almost crushing him.

He is not a god, he is a man. And people have limits.

At that moment, Xu Bei couldn't tell what he thought of. He may have simply made a resolution—he thought it was time to make a change.

His eyes were on the screen in the live broadcast room.

He didn't know too many taskers, it might be better to say that the circle of actors and taskers did not overlap. The tasker he is most familiar with is of course Ringo, but Ringo's own situation is also a bit strange.

Ringo lost his memory about the earth, and also possessed a strange bug-level force value... Xu Beijin had guesses and doubts about his situation.

In any case, it is a risk to involve Lingo, and Xu Beijin doubts that Lino has any interest in the so-called "truth". His world seems too simple.

So, Xu Beijin turned to another familiar tasker: Mu Jiashi. In addition, there are Fei and Wujian who mentioned the doomsday, memory, fog and other issues in this nightmare.

Xu Beijin's eyes flickered, unable to make up his mind.

In fact, Mu Jiashi himself had already experienced that nightmare, Xu Beijin suddenly thought. Although, Mu Jiashi may not be clearly aware of what that nightmare actually symbolizes.

At this time, the taskers didn't know that on the other side of this nightmare scene, there was a cosplayer eager to make some changes.

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