Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Life and death are impermanent.

When bidding farewell to the deceased, the living often deceive themselves and others by saying, "As long as we remember them, they will always live in our hearts."

In most cases, the deceased living in an individual's memory will gradually be squeezed into the corner of sight by today's dinner, early morning subway and iced milk tea, and will only be brought out for air on certain days of the year, like

The paper is increasingly yellowing and brittle. Except for a few words highlighted in red, the complete story is no longer clear.

The deceased living in the collective memory are relatively lucky. In the process of being excavated, exhibited, commented, compiled and eulogized, the original face gradually expanded and deformed, and finally solidified into a brilliant face that flows with time and people's hearts.

symbol.

The dead do not live in the hearts and brains of the living, but they can live in electronic signals and chemical formulas.

A long, long time ago, in the mountains south of Chang'an, after handing over Yu Tao's relics, Niannian once held the wolf tooth necklace and said, "What was broken has been reattached."

Simil replied at the time, "Actually, it wasn't broken at all."

Indeed, for every year, the memories left behind by the "dead" encountered in this world will not be broken. Not only are they not broken, they cannot be forgotten, beautified or modified. They are the original person and appearance.

those data.

And this seemingly inconspicuous thing that can only be used as a souvenir can also become a correct key and a tough thread.

I met Adam at the Tower of Babel not long ago. When dealing with the NPCs of the Presbyterian Church, I passed through the backstage every year and found some useless fragments embedded in the data of Adam's virtual personality.

It's said to be fragments, but it's actually more like undigested waste.

Thread the fragments into the thread, match the two, search for the needed drop of water in the vast data, trace the source, and discover Albert's secret year after year.

A mind uploading project, a failed product of human experiments; in the early stages of the game, when the relevant monitoring technology was immature, players were left with deep consciousness that could not be awakened.

Nian Nian did not further explore the details. Thinking of Country H's scientific and technological influence and the wealth that came with it, everything would be very simple.

There are thousands of NPCs in this game, and not many of them have secrets behind them, but these precious materials will definitely be used in relatively important positions, hidden in the woods, which can not only cover up many legal and moral issues,

It can also save the work of building advanced artificial intelligence. It can also use the words and deeds of these NPCs as a axis for other data personalities to observe and imitate, and obtain an initial reference for self-learning.

After thinking about it, she could only praise Niannian for making the best use of everything. If that was the case, she wouldn't be polite.

After all, it was a short-term private infiltration. Every year, he only extracted the data of Yu Tao who was related to him, stored it in the conceptual item "Wolf Fang Necklace" that he had modified, and set the conditions for opening it.

She predicted the actions that Albert might take. When someone comes into contact with the object in an interactive way of "reading" rather than "exploring", or connects it to the outside world for analysis, the information stored in it will

And every year's messages will be activated.

Of course, in order to attract the target to him, this item will be returned to Niannian's hand immediately after activation.

However, the activation time is much earlier than expected every year. It is probably because he has used the back door so frequently recently that Albert can no longer bear to check it out.

Nian Nian stuffed the wolf fang necklace into her collar. The hard wolf fangs collided with the white jade. She stretched and moved her neck.

His question was too harsh, and Simil seemed to be deeply hit. His lips moved again and again, but he didn't answer.

...Not only did he not answer, he actually turned around and started to leave?

"Stop." Nian Nian said two words calmly and clearly.

"What are you going to say again?" Simil stopped and asked coldly without turning around or looking back.

"Do you know why I gave up the real world and chose to stay here in this form?"

Simil was silent for a few minutes, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little gentler: "Because you have no choice, in that case, I will make the same choice."

"wrong."

I passed him every year and stopped.

"Because the living me was already dead before that. It makes no difference to me whether it is an iron box, a wooden box, or the transparent box I am now buried in. It doesn't matter where I am buried as a lonely ghost."

Nian Nian sighed and moved forward.

"So, I just don't understand. You obviously still have such a wonderful life, why do you choose to crawl into this grave?"

"Really, the meaning is unclear."

Simil stood there in a daze, looking at his retreating figure, and for a moment he felt an indescribable panic.

"Niannian, stop!"

"Wait, wait! Come back and listen to me -"

In the pursuit that he couldn't take, he was left alone under the lonely moonlight at the end of the year, looking at the non-existent lights of thousands of houses in the city.

...

"Have you ever felt that Simil has been a little strange lately?"

York, who was lying on the windowsill basking in the sun, raised his head slightly and looked at Saraswati, who was sitting aside and reading a book.

"Are you saying that he has been wandering at the door for the past three days, as if he wants to talk to Cy, but has nothing to say when he sees someone?" Sara replied without raising her head.

"It's not that I have nothing to say, it's that strange feeling that I hesitate to speak when I see Cy and Qi Youfeng together." Yorke touched his chin, thoughtfully.

"I always feel," Sarah closed the book and turned to look at the man outside the window, "you think too much."

York lay back on the window sill and said boringly: "I think so too, otherwise Nick would have started to kick people away with curses."

"So," Dion, who was sitting on the other side of the hall, looked at Nick, "What happened? You didn't even go to get rid of the annoying flies."

Nick, who was lying on the sofa, turned over: "I'm not a nagging, nosy, annoying old man."

Dion stared at the back of the man's head for a long time and nodded in confirmation.

Nick must have sought Cy's opinion, so just ignore the matter for the time being and let it develop.

...

"Don't you ask me what he is doing these days?"

In the bedroom on the second floor of this mansion, Nian Nian looked down at the haggard-looking high priest in black robes through the gap in the curtains.

Thinking about how arrogant and arrogant this guy was when we first met on the Blue Whale, he laughed out loud every year with schadenfreude.

"Looking at you like this, it's not him who is doing something, it's you who is doing it." Qi Youfeng hugged her waist from behind and bit her ear.

"He's worried about me~ Hehe," Niannian turned around and hooked his neck. "He's worried that I won't be able to think clearly, that I won't be able to understand, and that I'll be confused and unable to move forward."

Looking over Nian Nian's shoulder, Qi Youfeng looked down at Simil standing in the courtyard, and said with unsincere sympathy:

"After all, you are the same kind, can't you get along more friendly with each other?"

I don’t know what I said to this guy every year, which made this guy obsessed all day long, looking like he couldn’t think about it, couldn’t figure it out, and was confused.

"It is precisely because we are of the same kind that the knife can strike hard and accurately, and the self-doubt and wavering caused by my denial will be profound."

Nian Nian pulled him down on the bed and looked up at the patterned ceiling.

"If he can't convince me, he can't convince himself, because we are each other's mirrors, the only one that can reflect himself."

"For a being like us, apart from ongoing thinking, there is nothing to prove that he is still alive, so he must think."

Qi Youfeng put his hands on her ears, trapped Niannian under him, and looked into her eyes: "Niannian, what are you making him think about?"

"I'm..." Nian Nian tilted his head and raised his hand to catch the white light of the news coming, "Delaying time."