I Was Once a Legend

Wangque tried to open his mouth and found that he could speak. The deep fear of falling from the rooftop was like a dream. Now he wanted to come, and like Tan Qiuyu's face, it became blurred.

"My name is Wangque." She said, propping herself up, trying to sit down on the spot, but when she saw the strangely structured group of disgusting bugs around her, she immediately stood aside.

The wound that fell from high altitude disappeared with the blood stains on his body.

Wangque looked at her novelly from head to toe. She raised her head, and no one else could be seen on the roof. Only the iron railing that fell on one side, told Wangque faithfully that everything happened.

What exactly is going on?

Seeming to hear the doubts in Wangque's heart, Luo Zhen laughed, and the laughter was as crisp as a bell, revealing the vitality of youth. With a slight wave of her hand, all the blood and insects were gone.

"As you can see, I can control the power of dreams."

"So those just now are my dreams?"

"Yes, it's actually not true. Dreams in a sense are the mapping of the deformed memories. Those just now are your true memories." Luo Zhen snapped his fingers, and the teaching building, rooftops and sunset disappeared instantly and replaced them. It was the riverside with grass under the night, and a small wooden boat stopped on the shore. The river reflected the stars in the night sky and gurgled to the distance.

And the memory that belongs to the pure white realm after death also returned to Wangque's mind.

She remembered the frustration of entering the box for the first time, the guilt and pain of being persecuted for the first time in order to live, and the emotion that was raised by the care of her in the ravioli splitter squad. .

Luo Zhen pulled the **** into the boat, and they floated along the river. Luo Zhen reached out and touched the clear river with his fingertips, saying: "I have observed you for a long time, and I can feel that you have always been worried. Those things?"

Wangque was silent for a moment, nodded, and said softly: "For a long time after I came here, I have thought about the incident for countless times, and repeatedly thought about whether I really did something wrong. If I was in the beginning I have been concerned about Tan Qiuyu for a long time, and noticed the resentment in her heart. If I learned to cover up the edge earlier, without underestimating the achievements that others might never be able to achieve, would everything be completely different from now?"

Luo Zhen listened patiently to her, the boat drifted along the water, and there were large and pure white flowers on the riverside, which seemed like a road that often grows.

"Later, I finally understood that it wasn’t me who was wrong all the time. I lived at my own pace. I didn’t show off actively, nor did I intentionally stimulate anyone. Her grievances, her jealousy and Crazy, the only thing that can prove is that she is a narrow-minded, three-faced, extremely selfish villain, nothing more."

"From beginning to end, I am the most innocent."

After the words fell, Wangque could not maintain the calm on the face, her lips were tightly squeezed, her tight lip corners were trembling, her eyes were moist, but she finally held back the tears.

Originally, at this time, she should sit in the highest palace of her most desired domestic art and pursue her long-cherished dream.

But now, she has no courage to pick up the brush again.

Luo Zhen listened quietly. Faced with the intense fluctuations in Wangque's emotions, she didn't feel comforted, but just said: "Do you know? Me and A Zuo, Fu Zhe and Uncle, used to be teammates."

Wangque suddenly raised her head, she stared closely at Luo Zhen, her eyes full of disbelief.

"They haven't told you these things yet." Luo Zhen smiled and said, "Eight years ago, we belonged to the same team. This team was called the afternoon tea party, and Fu Zhe served as the captain."

Wangque: "I know that the three of them were teammates, but I haven't heard of other players."

"Because this is a secret." Luo Zhen's soft voice drifted into the ears of the winch. "We used to be the strongest pilgrim in the entire white realm. As we all know, as long as we can reach the end of the pilgrimage, before the emperor's back With a wish, you can return to the real world."

"But it wasn't until the end that we discovered that all of this was a hoax."

As the **** was stunned, she slightly opened her eyes and concentrated on listening to what might be next.

"The queen didn't want anyone to leave at all. She used the points and blood night as a coercion, so that the pilgrims had to enter the box again and again, providing her with the desperate emotion she needed most to survive.

"As a pilgrim who knows the truth, the queen wanted to kill us all, but at a critical juncture, the five forces of the pure white realm selected us separately and saved our lives.

"The queen has no choice but to put a curse on us. The time of Cui Zuojing selected by the power of time is always frozen on that day. Fu Zhe selected by the space power is trapped in the old castle. It became more of a cat, and I, the body dissipated, could only shuttle through the dream."

Like everyone who knew the truth, Wangque was shocked, unable to speak for a while.

After a long time, she said hardly: "So everything is a scam? No matter how hard people try, they can't return to reality?"

What's the use of her working so hard now?

She tried her best to go back, to revenge the girl who had destroyed all her by herself, but in the end, it was all impossible?

Luo Zhen shook his head: "Not exactly, beside you, there is a pilgrim who has successfully left."

A smart girl like Wangque, she thought about it, and immediately guessed who it was from all the unusual: "Cui Ge?"

"Yes, although bearing the curse, he successfully left the pure white realm with Victor eight years ago, but in the end, A Zuo still chose to return here again."

Wangque murmured: "The frozen time must have caused him a lot of trouble, otherwise how could he return to this nightmare-like place again?"

"His choice is an opportunity for many people." The boat drifted away somehow, and the white flowers gradually disappeared, replaced by lush primitive forests on both sides, and the sound of animals came from time to time.

Luo Zhen said: "In the past eight years, I have traveled through the dreams of many people, peeping into their memories, and finally found a way to successfully kill the queen."

Seeing Wangque looking curious, Luo Zhen smiled and said: "But it is not convenient to tell you now, you just need to know that there will be a way to go out, and never give up the hope in your heart, Azuo will do their best. "

Wangque nodded. She pursed her lower lip and asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

Luo Zhen: "Fu Zhe and A Zuo have their scruples. When we are not sure that everyone can trust all the trust, we can't entrust the secret to all. But through the power of dreams, I can enter the memory of people, and I am sure. You can be trusted. Just as Ah Zuo trusted Dong Zheng, I trust you."

"I'm sorry to spy on your memory without permission, but time is running out, everyone needs to act as soon as possible."

Perhaps Luo Zhen was gentle and sincere, and Wangque didn’t feel much angry about her memory being snooped, saying, "What do you need me to do?"

"Be prepared, always observe, and don't miss Mr. Bonney, who will only lead you into the rabbit hole. Also, don't tell other people that I have found you."

The forest flowers and plants on both sides of the stream were obscured by an invisible hand, and the night water was suddenly turbulent, gathering in a vortex in front, and connecting the **** before her response. Take the boat and roll in.

"If it's hatred that keeps you going, keep going, just like us."

At the end of the last, a voice echoed in her ear: "How long have you not taken the paintbrush?"

"boom!"

The loud noise of the popped blast exploded in her ears, and Wangque was agitated and woke up immediately.

Cui Zuojing was standing in front of the sofa with his arms folded, and when she finally woke up, Cui Zuojing raised an eyebrow and expressed with emotion: "How sleepy are you, can you sleep in such a loud noise?" "

Wangque rubbed her eyes and stood up. The trouble for many days now had a reason. That was Luo's call to her.

She followed the agreement with Luo Zhen and would not tell anyone about everything in her dream: "Sorry, maybe it's really too tired. It won't be like this in the future."

Cui Zuojing Ding looked at her for a few seconds and waved his hand: "No need to apologize to me. If you are really tired, go to rest. In the end, you should relax when you are not in the box. This training intensity is really great for you. Some more."

Wangque knew that Cui Zuojing was well-intentioned and was telling the truth, but after all, this made her a little uncomfortable.

It's been a long time since I joined the team. She has been lagging behind and has basically not helped others.

Although no one has ever said it, Wangque still feels useless.

It stands to reason that with her ability, she should have been able to do many things.

Wangque lowered his head and responded dumbly.

Cui Zuojing didn't know what he had done to make the girl in front of him instantly unhappy. He touched his nose, it was not easy to ask, patted her shoulder, and turned to find Dong Zheng.

All of her brains were full of what Luo Luo said in a dream to herself, and Wangque didn't even think about retraining. After a while, she left the shooting room and walked to the living room. Fu Zhe and Dong Zheng were sitting on the sofa with a few tables on the table. Put Fu Zhe's key and a pen.

Seeing Wangque coming over, Cui Zuojing, who was lying on the back of the sofa where Dong Zheng was sitting, lighted up and beckoned: "Oh, isn't there one who can paint?"

Wallet: "What's wrong?"

"I want you to do me a favor." Fu Zhe said, "If I remember correctly that Queer is studying art, if you go to draw a door, can it be as real as real?"

Looking at the paintbrush on the table, the winch can't stop shaking with her right hand.

She squeezed her fist hard, and once again recalled the hatred and jealous eyes of Tan Qiuyu.

Once upon a time, after coming to the realm of pure white land, she tried to pick up the brush again, and every time, she couldn't help thinking of her death.

After she was pushed down by Tan Qiuyu to die on the rooftop, she was treated as a part of her life, exhausted all her efforts to love her, and cultivate her parents, what now?

She dare not think about it.

Dong Zheng saw her hesitation and contacted Wang Que's various reactions to the matter of painting since the acquaintance. He had a rough guess in his heart and said: "If you don't want to paint, don't force it."

Wangque immediately shook her head-she didn't want to draw!

She pursed her lower lip and thought: Why should she give up her favorite things because of someone else's fault?

From beginning to end, it was her dream.

Wangque took a deep breath, seemed to answer Fu Zhe, and seemed to be firm to himself: "I can."

She stepped forward and picked up the pen on the table.

An hour later, Dong Zheng and Allen came out of the training room together, and Allen moved his arm numb by the recoil, saying: "Okay, you only learned a few days, and the gun is so stable. ?"

Dong Linhai was praised, hehe smiled and said: "I feel very kind when holding the gun in my hand, maybe it is related to its metal texture?"

Fu Zhe did not let the two continue to chat, shouting: "Linhai, come and help me with a test."

"What?" Dong Linhai heard three steps and made two steps to jump down the last few steps. Seeing Wangque sitting on the side, his hands behind his back seemed to be holding something, and he couldn't help but show a silly smile to the girl. .

Fu Zhe pointed to the black key on the table: "I got a new key. You can open the door over there. I can see if I can get the effect I want."

"Good." Dong Linhai took the key and took two steps in the direction indicated by Fu Zhe. Suddenly he said, "When is there a door here? Did I remember it wrong?"

He turned around and saw that everyone looked the same, and his eyes paused especially on Dong Zheng's face for a few seconds to make sure that this group of people should not unite to deliberately pit him.

Dong Linhai flipped the key in his palm and looked at it twice, aiming at the keyhole on the door and inserting the key.

Huh? Is this door... a bit wrong?

Dong Linhai thought, before he carefully thought about it, his hand had automatically completed the action of turning the key-

In the expectant eyes of all the members of the living room, the door opened.

Cui Zuojing cheered and was excited to Fu Zhe who couldn't help smiling: "This is too great!"

And Dong Zheng applauded towards Wangque and said, "I know you can."

Dong Linhai:? ? ?

He was full of doubts and reached the peak. Just now, he saw the original flat door suddenly three-dimensional, and then he opened it.

At this time, Dong Linhai saw the paint on Wangque's hands that had not been completely washed away.

Suddenly the teenager understood everything. He stared at the key in his hand and looked at the half-open door again, exclaiming: "No! This key really has all the functions of scp-005?!"

spc-005, the master key, as a classic project of SCP, in addition to being able to open all locks, it also has the most important function-perception.

As long as the user thinks it is a lock, it can be opened by 005, and similarly, if a lock is disguised as a characteristic of the lock so that the user cannot distinguish it, then 005 will not work.

"This is a part of my ability after gaining full control of the space forces carried in "good will." Fu Zhe explained with a smile, he looked at Wangque, and said, "Of course, thanks to the painting of Queer , Otherwise, where do we get to create the condition that the holder firmly believes that there is a lock?"

"I'm still cheated by cooperating." Dong Linhai touched his nose, closed the door, and sat next to Dong Zheng. He looked at the bird for a few seconds, and finally couldn't hold back, "It's too powerful, since the painting is so good , Then why not paint more?"

"But my teachers all boast about the most talented students, can they paint well?"

Wangque seemed to have cast aside all her scruples, revealing her brightest smile after she came to the pure white realm, "From today on, you must be careful not to be deceived by my paintings."

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