I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Fujiang is very angry.

But the middle-aged man seems to have been disgusted by Fu Jiang's arm. It seems that the opposite is not a top-notch beauty, but a piece of rotten meat. He is not only frowning enough to pinch flies, but even bent over to make vomiting.

Fu Jiangqi's little face is white: "I am so unpalatable?!"

The middle-aged man did not answer, he wiped his mouth with difficulty, painfully closed his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be shining with a crystal tear.

...Oh, it’s more mad.

Fujiang began to grind his teeth and could not get a response. She shifted her target and began to blame Xiao Li: "What do you ask me to do?"

Xiao Li coughed: "This is not what you can reproduce..."

When it comes to eating, Xiao Li’s first thought is Fujiang.

Fu Jiang was shocked. This shock even overwhelmed the anger in her heart: "What image is it in your mind?"

Is it that she is in the eyes of Moriarty, just a piece of meat that will walk and regenerate?

Xiao Li: "Cough."

He turned his head in guilty conscience.

Fujiang dared to expand the United States.

To tell the truth, anger makes the beautiful beauty of Fujiang look more beautiful and beautiful. In exchange for ordinary men here, the bones are not crisp, let Fujiang ask for any request, but at this time in the glass room two No one can appreciate this beauty.

Fujiang had no image of grinding the molars. She remembered the fear of being put into the kettle, so she turned most of her anger into the middle-aged man: "Hey, I am not good?"

At this time, the middle-aged man was slowed down. He licked his stomach and seemed to be in the nausea. The arrogance that originally wanted to eat Xiao Li disappeared.

Faced with Fu Jiang’s allegations, the middle-aged man defended himself: “No, I want to eat, not you.”

Fujiang sneered, she took a step forward, the middle-aged man looks like the other person, the taste of her arm is still fresh, so she stepped back...

Fujiang took another step, and the middle-aged man continued to retreat, and it looked a bit pitiful.

Fujiang stopped at a half-step away from the middle-aged man: "I know that you want to eat him, I ask you, why don't you eat me?"

The middle-aged man covered his mouth, and the vague voice leaked out of his fingers: "I, I am not eating meat, it is memory. The memory of the person next to it is delicious, very large, and your memory is difficult. Eating is my most hateful taste..."

memory.

Fujiang is from the book of the goddess of writing, so her memory is virtual by the goddess, and it is essentially non-existent – ​​this is why the middle-aged man wants to vomit when she touches her. Her memory is high. The breath of the dimension of the gods is the nemesis of such ghosts, and the taste makes him think once and spit it once.

This reason... Fu Jiang is reluctant to accept, and it is better than the fact that she really dislikes the meat of her rich river.

Therefore, Fu Jiang snorted and turned back to Xiao Li and said, "I am leaving."

She has to go back and find a big head doctor to give her psychological counseling.

Xiao Li: "See you next time."

Fujiang said proudly: "Look at my mood."

She slipped a cigarette in her foot. There was only Xiao Li and the middle-aged man in the house. Xiao Li looked over the man for a while and smiled at him. "You said that you have eaten before. Who is it?"

The middle-aged man is afraid of Fujiang, but he still has a little guilty for Xiao Li. He doesn't buy it. He seems to want to bite him.

Xiao Lichong raised Yang Xiaohuang: "I still want to taste the taste of that person?"

As soon as he mentioned Fujiang, the middle-aged man changed his face and immediately licked his mouth for vomiting.

The other party’s appearance is called Xiao Li’s curiosity. How does the taste of Fujiang’s memory refer to her name, which will make middle-aged men grieve?

Xiao Li asked this question and got the answer from the other party's unwillingness: "It's like swallowing a pound of long-sick and moldy but still alive bread bugs. What's even worse is because of the power of God. Wrap it still alive, in my stomach, turn over the sea..."

"--well, well," Xiao Li prevented him from continuing. "I can imagine that taste."

The middle-aged man replied.

Xiao Li paused, thoughtfully left the time for the other party to sort out the emotions. After seeing the middle-aged man stop vomiting, he repeated the previous question: "Who have you met?"

The middle-aged man said slyly: "A small radish head, wearing glasses, the memory tastes normal, not enough for me to fill my stomach. That person also passed me like you, I was very hungry at that time, just stopped him. , ate his memory."

Wearing glasses... Kudo?

Xiao Li: "What will happen to people who have eaten memories?"

"I will lose my memory," the middle-aged man said succinctly. "He will forget who he is and what he is doing here. I will hypnotize him and let him automatically go to the no-man's room."

Xiao Li thought for a moment: "This is why they let you move freely?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for half a minute. He could think about these topics. But soon, he thought that there was no such a bad memory as Fujiang, so he licked his throat and said, "I can eat it... The people who remember are all outsiders, so I can leave here, but they can't."

"they?"

"Those people like me..."

"So where are you, scp copy area rudder?"

The middle-aged man said bluntly: "Hey? I don't know anything. I am just a little sister, in other words, a 'prisoner'."

"... forget it, when I didn't say it." Xiao Li said, "What is your name?"

The middle-aged man wiped his mouth with his back: "Remember the brother, call me this."

"How did you come here?"

"I don't know," recalls his brother's look. "I have been here since I had memories. I am only responsible for eating memories. Nothing else is under my control. Any disobedience management has disappeared. Didn't come back."

"Have you seen Qian Zikai and Wu Gong?"

"Who is that? I never remember people, no."

Xiao Li looked at the outside with a glass door. After the guard left, the outside corridor was quiet, and only the white light shrouded everything.

Xiao Li turned back and said to him: "Can you give him the memory he has eaten?"

Recalling brother instinctively replied immediately: "I have been digested by eating it! Nothing!"

"Really?" Xiao Li raised a small yellow book in his hand -

Recalling brother sighed: "Good, time is short, you can spit it out and give it back to him."

Xiao Li gave him a little bit of a position: "Go, take me to my friend."

Recalling his brother's belly with his belly, he measured the memory of the rich river and the horror of the place, and finally opened the glass door of his room.

After the two of them left, the surveillance camera in the upper right corner of the corridor turned to the empty cage.

[Alone intruders have been discovered. 】

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In the glass room numbered 08232, sitting alone, he sat on the cold ground, hugged his knees, and his eyes under the black frame glasses were numb.

If there are other reincarnations, it is easy to recognize that he is Kudo.

But Kudo doesn't know that he is called Kudo because he lost his memory.

He only knows that he belongs to this cage. He can't go out. He should stay here all the time, but the reason he wants to do this is not in his mind.

Kudo looked at the front in confusion.

Amnesia made him very insecure, so he was huddled together and he was a little pitiful.

The cage is very quiet and the outside world is very quiet. He is like a dead patient waiting in the hospital, waiting for death when he does not know when to come.

He didn't know how long he had been like this. When he wanted to move, the deafening footsteps that came from the corridor gradually approached him—he had a fear of being born from the bottom of his heart, and he could only hide in the end. In the corner, I dare not look up.

Fortunately, the footsteps did not stop in front of his cage. After passing through this area, they went forward.

Kudo breathed a sigh of relief, and he slowly raised his head and looked at the ceiling for a constant pause.

He stayed for a long time, until the doorstep sounded again, from far and near, and accurately toward the door of his cage.

Kudo trembled, he covered his ears and counted the pace of getting closer: one step, two steps, three steps...

There were two figures in his eyes, a big man with a big belly, and a very nice black-haired young man who stood at his door.

I remember my brother touching his stomach: "Is he?"

Xiao Li nodded: "Return the memory to him, I will let you go."

I remember my brother biting his teeth: "This is what you said."

He reached into his mouth and began to vomit himself.

Xiao Li: "........."

- How is this process of eating memories and the process of returning memories so disgusting?

Recalling that the brothers were able to spit out a bunch of objects that should be mosaic.

Xiao Li saw him shut up. When he just wanted to speak to Kudo, he was stopped by the memory of his brother: "Wait, there is one more."

Xiao Li showed an unbearable look, and looked at the memory of the brother and discharged a little memory, waiting for whether there is still a third wave.

I remember that my brother wiped his mouth and spread his hand to him: "This time it’s gone, there’s nothing left."

Kudo looked at the vomit on the ground, and he covered his mouth: "What is this?"

Recalling brother answered before Xiao Li: "Your brain."

Kudo: "........."

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At the same time, over the main universe, a layer of clouds was plucked, and a man with a red pair looked at the bottom with a funny look. He wrote a note to another god: [You Isn't that the thing that always wanted the cosmic universe? Congratulations, you will get it right away. 】

Another line of writing quickly responded: [There is no movement, fraud, your message is out of date. 】

Pusuwuduluo shook his fingers and added: [I haven’t moved yet, but with my understanding of Sherlock, um, perhaps he should call him Moriarty, we can mourn for 'he' in advance. - Go, I invite you to watch the show, get ready for the ceremony. 】

other side:【………】

——I feel that I am tempted back and forth on the edge of Puyuewudulu’s once again deception.

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