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Chapter 1158 Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty Six·"208·He and She at the Beginning of the Story."

She puts on the Eye of the Old One, kills him, stores her emotions in herself, and jumps into the sea to sleep to prevent collapse.

After he finished changing his body, she woke up from the sea, traced the traces of his "reincarnation", killed him again, and stored his emotions in her body.

Repeat the above steps endlessly until the end.

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But before that, Su Mingan had to do one thing.

He put a brown-black felt hat on his head, put on his coat, and walked toward the alley.

This is the old days of 508, the beginning of everything.

The girl with black hair and purple eyes squatted in the alley shivering.

He held out his hand to her.

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[Girl: Detective, from the first time I saw you, I felt like you were a holy angel. Maybe we have met before when neither of us remembers it? 】

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Old days 512 years.

He held her hand and walked step by step towards the snow-covered valley.

"Crack, crack." The sound of stepping on the snow.

One tall and one short, one big and one small. The two figures held hands, leaving deep and shallow footprints along the way.

Alice raised her head. She had been chosen as the goddess. Why didn't they go to lead the war, but instead went to a deserted place?

"Detective Sir, the war has begun, where are we going?"

Su Mingan lowered his head and looked into her purple eyes: "Go to the end of civilization."

"Sir Detective, where is the end of civilization?"

Su Mingan said softly: "It's... our untouched hometown."

Su Mingan has tried it many times.

No matter how you lead the war, you will end up defeated. Either the goddess Alice dies from a backstab, or he dies from malice. This is an era with the most turbulent malice, and there seems to be no other way to save it except erasure.

However, Chaoyan came up with a solution.

——Go to the end of civilization, go. Erase this era...from the categories of "Dream Patrol" and "Tower".

That is——

Delete the game "Girls' Dream Project" and erase the cause and effect of Alice meeting him.

If the old gods had not entered this era, Alice would not have a bright red python on her body, and she would not be the lead for Duying to intervene in this era.

He has tried to save Alice countless times. Protect her during assassinations, take her away during war, and protect her amid public outrage. But in the end he found that the best way to protect her was-

From beginning to end, I never met her.

"Master Detective, when that time comes...will you still hold my hand?" Alice looked at the vast snow in the distance. White salt particles fell on her hair.

"Yes." Su Mingan lied.

When the game is removed, at the very beginning of the story, she forgets about him. As for her detective, he won't show up again.

"Yes." Alice nodded heavily: "I will definitely abide by the agreement and meet you again. By then, the war will definitely be over..."

The bright white snow was howling, and he tightened his scarf around her neck, put the warm baby on her body, and led her forward.

At the end of the story, this is the last time he and she share the same road.

"Crack." The field of vision was all pure white, leaving only the sound of their footsteps on the snow, one deep and one shallow, as if they were singing in harmony.

When looking to the edge of the world, Su Mingan seemed to see countless "Alices".

Alice, a commoner who died in the war, Alice who became a goddess, Alice who was sacrificed to Jiuyou, Alice who became a knight of the royal city, Alice who became a doctor, Alice who became a street gangster...

——How many possibilities can ten thousand timelines give birth to for a person?

If life is a long development game, everyone's "development schedule" is arranged by themselves, whether it is work, study, or entertainment. The choice of each key node in life, whether it is the postgraduate entrance examination, the public examination, or work, can lead to different life outcomes. How many kinds of "possibilities" of one's own will exist in this world?

In this development game called "Girls' Dream Project", Su Mingan is undoubtedly outstanding as a player. He has raised the rarest Alice in the life illustration - the goddess Alice. There is no low-end ending like letting her become a street gangster, a noble lover, or a criminal. But in other timelines, in endless possibilities, such Alice exists. They may be unlucky, or they may have taken a wrong path, but they cannot deny that they are also her.

The Alice in front of Su Mingan will always be the luckiest and happiest Alice.

——We are all the protagonists in our own world.

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["Then...will we meet at the end?" Alice asked softly on the beach. 】

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——We have met at the end.

Arriving at the edge of the world, heavy snow almost obscured their vision.

The causal thread on Alice's body is closely connected to him. He pulled out the sword of destiny and chopped it off——

"Detective... sir?" Alice's eyes were full of astonishment.

Tears flowed from her eyes as she seemed to suddenly realize what he was doing.

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[Are you sure you want to delete "Girls' Dream Project"? 】

【whether】

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"No... Detective-sama... no." She rushed forward and hugged him, her tears touching his coat.

Su Mingan just lowered his hand and touched her head.

Go be happy, Alice.

In a world without me. at the beginning of the story.

It was me who interfered in your life, arranged your schedule, and cultivated you into what I wanted. this is not right.

Your life is not my development game, your "ending picture book" should be illuminated by yourself.

His lips quivered:

"Delete game."

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[Miko: This lady’s tarot card is... Judgment in the right position. Judgment means "rebirth" and represents a new beginning. 】

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Old days 508 years.

The snow was extremely heavy.

The girl with black hair and purple eyes was shivering in the dilapidated alley. Her skin was fair and clean, with no trace of a bright red python, just like an ordinary girl.

She has been freezing here for a long time, but this is the life of a child in the slums, and she can only endure it.

"Chacha, Chacha." Suddenly, the sound of stepping on the snow came.

She seemed to feel something. Even she didn't know what she was expecting. She slowly raised her head——

Under the dim light, a figure walked towards her, like a layer of pale moonlight, his coat fluttering in the wind, and there was a smell of snow.

The girl's heartbeat was getting faster and faster. I don't know why... It was her first time, but she seemed to have seen this scene countless times.

A word whose meaning she didn't know was about to blurt out, as if she had repeated it thousands of times. She stared at the figure and called out: "Detective..."

"Oh! Why is there a child freezing here?" The figure came closer. It was a gray-haired old man with a pipe in his mouth. He looked at her: "The child... is really pitiful. Otherwise, you can come with me. ?Old man, I usually have nothing to do, so it doesn’t matter if I raise more people.”

The girl opened her mouth, and a strong confusion suddenly emerged in her heart.

...It seems like it shouldn't be like this, this person shouldn't have adopted her.

However, she understood that she was lucky to have someone willing to adopt her. Who is she...expecting to? Obviously I don’t even know.

She wrapped herself in her coat and followed the old man.

"Little girl, what's your name?" the old man asked, holding his pipe in his mouth.

"I...I don't have a name."

"My name is Morgan Maxey, old man. What do you like? Musical instruments? Painting? Dancing? I don't ask you to become famous. You can learn whatever you want without any psychological burden."

She wanted to say that she liked musical instruments, but when it came to her mouth, she didn't know what happened and said: "I like swordsmanship... I want to learn swordsmanship, Grandpa Maxi."

"Why?" Maxi looked surprised, which was quite strange for this little girl.

"I want to... protect someone," she said.

"Who?" Maxie asked in surprise.

"I, I don't know who that is. But I seem to want to protect someone. This seems to be an instinct rooted in my heart. It is a wish that I have thought about thousands of times. Although I don't know why I I think so." The girl murmured, grabbing the clothes on her chest, which were empty.

Maxie shrugged: "Okay. Little girl, give yourself a name."

The girl opened her mouth and looked at the white snow in the sky in front of her, and the daytime stars fell in her pupils. The moonlight was particularly hazy tonight, as if under the lights on the roadside, a young man wearing a felt hat and coat stood quietly, looking at her.

But when she looked up, there was only the quiet moonlight and no figure.

...Who is she missing?

...Who is she trying to protect?

Can't figure it out.

It's like countless nightmares that I've dreamed about in the middle of the night, countless wishes that I've been thinking about alone...but they don't seem to exist anymore.

Those warm hands, gentle eyes, that bowl of unpleasant porridge... I don't seem to remember them.

Passing by a dilapidated house, her heart seemed to be suddenly grasped, and she couldn't help but stop and look at the house.

"That seems to be the house of a detective, but he drank all day long and is long gone, and the house is vacant." Maxie glanced at the room and shook his head.

Through the crack in the door, the room was filled with wine bottles and books. Even the sofa had holes, and there was a rotten smell.

The girl passed by blankly.

...That doesn't seem to be the person she's looking for.

It's not home.

"I've thought about it, Grandpa Maxi." The girl raised her head and said:

"My name... will be called... from now on..."

"Alice."

Ahead is an unknown long road, with heavy snowfall and street lamps casting a mottled and unknown warm light.

The footsteps are deep and shallow, making a crackling sound.

The girl stumbled forward step by step, towards a future decided by herself, which was her own vast sea, sky, and thousands of miles of freedom.

Under the streetlight, there was no detective in a coat.

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There wasn't much to praise after that.

In 555 years ago, the war subsided, the goddess died, and the steam age changed steadily, gradually transforming into the ocean age (555 years ago - there are only two hundred years left in the old world.

Before she died, she lay on the bed with gray hair, dying, and her bedside was surrounded by crying attendants.

At this time, many voices seemed to ring in her ears. These sounds always accompanied her throughout her life, like auditory hallucinations that sounded over and over again.

[Alice, Chunxin cake is delicious. 】

[Alice, beauty is just a appendage, your free will is the meaning. 】

[Alice, after the war is over, let’s go see the sea together and see all the seas... 】

[Alice, despicable describes a person who is the protagonist. It's like you and I are the protagonists in our lives. It's okay to be mediocre, it's okay to be stupid, you are... the best, Alice, I'm proud of you. 】

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"...Who are you?" She stretched out her hand tremblingly, seeing nothing but the brilliant and beautiful dome in front of her.

Tears flowed out slowly, soaking the quilt.

It was snowing outside the window, the fire in the fireplace was crackling, and she seemed to see a figure sitting by the bed, reading a story to her.

"The old man longed to see the sea, and the girl begged Beethoven to compose a song "Für Elise" for the old man..."

His face was blurry, as if something like this had made her extremely happy. She had seen such hallucinations countless times in her life, but she had never seen his face clearly.

"...Who are you?" The tears flowed more and more, her nose felt sour, and she couldn't get the answer. His body began to feel cold and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Have we met?

Why do I always see you in dreams, hallucinations...?

The figure turned into a white mist and disappeared.

Her head rested on the soft pillow, and she slowly closed her eyes with tears.

"Please stay with me tonight..."

No matter who you are, whatever you are is fine.

Please do not leave me.

Please do not leave me.

Detective...

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The sky is full of shooting stars, falling during the day.

On December 31, 555, the snow was extremely heavy.

The goddess passed away suddenly at the age of 58.

The only last words she left before her death were not an oracle from the gods, not her lifelong theological insights, not a solemn and profound prayer, but only a sentence with unclear meaning and incomprehensible meaning.

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——"Detective Sir, I miss you."

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Su Mingan said goodbye to Chaoyan.

Their time will be staggered, and only when he can't bear it anymore, she will come to him from the bottom of the sea to take over. She would then sink back to the bottom of the ocean to recover.

After that, her memory gradually became blurred, except that she had to wait for someone.

Continuous loss, constant recall. Constant despair, constant hope. Lose everything, gain everything. Write every name, erase every name.

Not for farewell, but for reunion. Not for the end, but for the beginning.

"The next time I see you, it will be in Lou Yue's time." Chaoyan stood on the beach, with a smile in his blue eyes: "I will wait for you in the seaside village."

"good."

"No matter where you are, I will find you. So, until I find you, please live happily." She gently pressed her forehead against his and blessed:

"You should give flowers when parting, but I am so poor that I have no flowers to send you. The ground is withered and only foxtail grass can be found."

"For you."

She gave him the dogtail grass, turned around, and jumped into the sea.

Only the faint lingering sound is left on the beach.

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"You will be happy."

"...Don't give up."

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[Chaoyan took out a piece of dogtail grass from his back and handed it to Su Mingan: "Here it is for you.\