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Although all the players in the dungeon had similar experiences, unlike Chi Yiyin and Jingcha, other players made different choices.

Chi Yiyin made a guess about the reappeared memory, thinking that the dungeon effect presents the moment when the state of the person changes.

The turning point in life, for most people, is painful.

Especially those who have fallen from the abyss of happiness and lost their protection, so they have to stand up for revenge, or to protect themselves.

The moment when Chi Yiyin parted from his mother when he was young, the moment when Li Sijun discovered the truth of his death in the Golden Temple, and...

Before the most painful thing in the players' lives comes.

Since the only C-level player entered the game field, it has been too long since he dreamed of being in reality.

It has been so long that he has almost forgotten what he looks like in the lower environment.

But he still deeply remembers when his mother died.

When he opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer in the cafe, but in a familiar and strange home.

He realized that he was sitting on the sofa, the old house at home was a little dilapidated, but it was neatly taken care of by his mother. The floral cloth draped on the sofa is a nostalgia that he detested gaudy once, but he has painfully recalled it for a long time in the following years, and still cannot go back no matter how hard he struggles.

He was stunned, but he held his breath for the first time, fearing that he would wake up from this beautiful dream.

The long-term experience in the game field has made him gradually realize that this is probably the scene reshaped by the dungeon effect, and the scene in front of him is the most impressive moment in his memory, and the moment he least wants to recall but dare not forget.

At that time, he was still a junior student in his youth, and he hated nagging from his parents the most, especially his mother's endless exhortations, which made him even more bored, and he disliked his mother's old talk.

During the summer vacation, the conflict between him and his mother finally broke out, and there was a big fight. Then he slammed the door amidst his mother's cries, and decided to spend the rest of his summer vacation in an Internet cafe, rejecting all the calls from his parents. Telephone.

However, after more than a month, he still softened his heart. When his mother sent a message carefully again, saying that the family had made delicious food and wanted to send it to him, he responded with a "hmm" in a mysterious way.

But the mother was so happy that she didn't know what to do. She apologized to him almost humbly, saying that it was her own fault and she shouldn't blame him.

Then she said that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming soon, and she wanted to send him dumplings and mooncakes to school, and also wanted to see him.

Between the lines, it was full of entreaties and concessions, for fear of making him angry again.

His heart was so soft that he sat in front of the computer and looked at the game interface, but tears welled up.

Forget it, forget it, this is my mother, when she was the poorest, she sold scraps and dragged her to grow up, and she never treated him badly, it would be too unfilial to keep being so angry.

Thinking of this, he said to his mother: [Okay. ]

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, all the students went to the bakery outside to celebrate, but he rejected all his friends and classmates, waiting at the school gate in the cool autumn wind, thinking of his mother whom he hadn’t seen for several months, and rehearsing in his heart how to meet each other. How to speak, how to laugh and how to leave, what kind of expression can not hurt the mother's heart, and let him have face.

Just as he was thinking casually, there was a surprise call from the opposite side of the school gate.

He looked up, and saw his mother carrying big and small bags of food, and happily waving to him across the street.

He smiled unconsciously, and raised his hand, wanting to wave it.

But he soon felt that his actions were too stupid and uncool, so he gave a fake cough and withdrew his hands, and stood coldly where he was, waiting for his mother to come over.

Green light, crosswalk.

The beaming mother met after a few months after a quarrel broke up.

He had already thought of the words of peace.

But the car went on a rampage and rushed out quickly.

"boom!"

He raised his head in a daze, followed his mother who was flying in the sky, and watched her fall heavily.

Hit the cold, hard road.

Blood filled every gully on the asphalt road.

Mother looked at him running towards him, smiled weakly, and then closed her eyes forever.

The steaming dumplings fell into a pool of blood, stained with blood, and hurt his eyes.

He knelt down next to his mother's still warm body, but no matter how he called and howled, he couldn't call back his mother.

And the apology that I haven't had time to say.

And mom I love you.

It will always be his untouchable regret.

From that day on, he never dared to eat dumplings again, even whenever he saw them, he couldn't help but think of the scene of his mother's death.

…and dumplings stained with mother's blood.

However, ten years later, he also had a car accident.

The coldness caused by the rapid loss of blood made him shiver, and all the noise around him disappeared from his ears, as if only his mother's gentle and humble questions remained.

Son, do you want to eat dumplings?

think.

He fell into a pool of blood, and a thirty-year-old man was also a motherless child, crying so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

Mom, I want to eat dumplings, the dumplings you made, the bowl of dumplings ten years ago...

There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and he closed them with irreparable regret.

Then he was dragged into the game field.

But even so, he never thought for a moment that he could fulfill his regrets again and meet his mother again.

Say that missed apology to her.

Unlike other players who want to return to reality, he only wants to survive in the game field.

Because he knows... In reality, no one is waiting for him to go back.

He has no home, a child without a mother.

But now, he was sitting in his own home ten years ago, with his mother sobbing next to him.

Even though he knew it was a dungeon effect, he didn't care about it at all. He just stood up in a daze and walked towards the direction of the crying.

"mom."

He watched his mother turn her head and look at him in astonishment. As soon as the call came out, she choked up.

"mom-!"

He ran over, hugged his mother, and wept uncontrollably.

The mother didn't know why she was still quarreling and accusing her son just now, and suddenly cried and hugged her the next second, but she still hugged him with concern and patted his back, just like coaxing him many years ago. As a baby he sleeps.

"Mom, I want to eat dumplings, I want to eat dumplings made by you."

"Okay, okay, Mom will make it for you."

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't fight with you...don't die, I'm sorry..."

With tears in his eyes, the C-rank player saw his future.

He stayed at home, his mother had no accidents, and his future was going smoothly, like every ordinary but happy ordinary person, with a long flow of stability and happiness.

That was once a delusion that he could not reach, but now it is within easy reach.

[For these, even if the price is to give up your true reality? 】

He heard himself answer without hesitation: "Yes."

The next moment, all the devices connected to the game field of the C-level players were taken back one by one, and the system's notification sound continued to play, and finally: [Congratulations! I wish you sweet dreams. 】

The C-level player felt that he was shrinking, and even his shape was changing, and finally turned into a small doll, held in the hands of another woman in a long skirt.

He smiled and closed his eyes.

Closed his own perception of the cruel reality, and let himself live forever in a dream of happiness.

There were five other players who made similar choices with him.

The newcomer returns to the moment before entering the game field.

He complained to his friends that he had a nightmare and went to a crazy place called the playground, where there were a group of abnormal people and an inexplicable system.

The friend laughed and invited him to drink.

He cursed and said that if there was such a place, he would definitely punch ten people with one punch and make that garbage system kneel down and apologize.

As he spoke, the figures of him and his friends drifted away.

They chose to escape the painful reality and spend their lives in beautiful dreams.

So what if it's false?

Just be happy.

As for how the world is, what the truth is...they don't care.

"The life and death of other people, whether the world is destroyed or not, has nothing to do with me?"

As the player spoke, he was satisfied and turned into a doll.

In the cafe, the woman in the long skirt smiled and placed the doll in the corner as a beautiful decoration.

"Cowards without courage."

Bai Lan, who watched all this, sneered, eyes full of disdain.

The woman in the long skirt had gentle and calm eyebrows, and did not show any contempt for the dolls.

"You said that, didn't you also cooperate with the game field to open up a temporary living area?"

She looked back at Bailan with a smile, her voice was soft, but every word she said pierced his heart like a needle: "Before I heard that, you were also a member of the resistance game field."

Bai Lan was stunned for a moment, and the images of the past flooded into her mind.

He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and said nothing with a gloomy expression.

"For those who don't want to fight, I am also willing to give them a resting place."

The woman in the long skirt smiled and looked around the cafe, whispering softly: "If what they want is not the world and the truth, I will give them a selfish opportunity to continue their lives in their dreams. It's as if they never died... until the world dies."

Inside the Golden Temple, Li Sijun raised his eyelashes, looked indifferently in a certain direction, and calmly looked away after just one glance.

Not everyone has the courage to step into the dark and bear the pain of the truth.

God's last mercy is to grant them the peace of death.

In the grave under six feet, even if the trumpet of judgment sounds, there will be no chance to stand up again and be resurrected.

"Guide, is there any paper in the temple?"

Chi Yiyin's voice suddenly came from the side, drawing Li Sijun's attention back.

The young man's voice was clear and clear, like the ding-dong of a mountain spring, clear and sweet, enough to wipe away all the bad moods of Li Sijun.

He looked back, and saw his little guest sitting on his shoulder, looking down at him seriously.

In those beautiful eyes that were as black as ink, only his figure was reflected.

Li Sijun froze for a moment, then smiled again.

"The palace is full of gold, even if you take only one piece, it will be enough for you to become an enviable rich man after you leave here. But you only ask me for a piece of paper?"

Li Sijun kindly gave Chi Yiyin another chance, and decided that no matter what he asked for, he would satisfy his wish.

He can afford even a city or even a country.

But Chi Yiyin just glanced at Li Sijun in surprise, thinking that what he asked was strange enough.

What does he want gold for?

Even if he is really a greedy person, how much can he take away given his current size?

In the end, he was not burdened by wealth that did not belong to him, and even dragged to death in this golden tomb, becoming the same as those dead bodies underground.

The temptation to disturb ordinary people is not as precious as air to Chi Yiyin.

But after Li Sijun said this, he really realized that he really needed another thing.

"In addition to paper, you need a pen."

Chi Yiyin pointed to the pajamas she was wearing, and said, "After changing clothes, my notes and pens are not on me."

Li Sijun, who was ready to use force but could only exert a little force, seemed to brake suddenly after running wildly, so that he couldn't hold back his surprise for a while, and instantly raised his eyes to look at Chi Yiyin, wanting to Find out if what he said is true.

Chi Yiyin was baffled, thought for a while, and said: "I was negligent. If this temple is too old and traditional, if you don't use these, then parchment and quills are not impossible."

"...slate and charcoal would work too."

Chi Yiyin: You can't be inferior to primitive people, right?

Li Sijun blinked his eyes slowly, and he recovered after a few beats, then he lowered his eyes and chuckled, the golden brown eyes seemed to be rising at the beginning of the morning, and the golden light shone like rippling water waves.

"Of course there is."

He walked through **** corpses all over the ground, and wherever he walked, a thousand-petalled lotus was born at his feet, swaying gracefully in the blood river, shining a little bit, not letting the blood stain half of his clothes.

Li Sijun walked under the golden statue familiarly. The moment the hidden compartment opened, notes and pens appeared out of thin air, and then appeared in front of Chi Yiyin naturally.

He calmly handed the pen and paper to Chi Yiyin, as if these things were always kept in the temple.

"But what do you want these for?"

Li Sijun asked curiously: "Do you think that writing down what happened now will allow you to leave here?"

"That's not true."

Chi Yiyin raised her head and thought for a moment, and said carefully, "Since you have investigated me, you know that I am a novelist. For a novelist, it is quite normal for a novelist to record inspiration and write a book anytime, anywhere." ?”

Li Sijun: "It's reasonable, but it becomes unreasonable in this kind of place."

Chi Yiyin added: "I write horror novels."

"...very reasonable."

Chi Yiyin flipped through the notes with a calm expression, then he raised his eyebrows, and was surprised to find that both the notebook and the pen were of his usual brand.

The Golden Temple is also very professional in writing, or should it be said that it is rich and powerful, and everything is equipped with the best?

He thought casually, and the pen fell on the notebook, making a rustling sound.

Li Sijun's suspicion is correct. If he is a normal person, no matter how dedicated a novelist is, he will not record his inspiration and think about the prototype of his next novel when his life is in danger.

But Chi Yiyin was different.

A novel is just a piece of skin, and the truth and people are the "bone" he wants to write.

What's more, the inhuman things written by him will become his tools.

Since the situation here is still unclear, and he doesn't know when he will be able to leave, since Gu Xichao and other characters written in the game field cannot enter false memories, then he simply writes his own power here again.

However, Chi Yiyin is not going to reveal all his hole cards to Li Sijun.

Li Sijun is very clear about his position, he is just a temporary ally. After leaving the memory, they returned to the dungeon, and Chi Yiyin still did not give up his killing intent on Li Sijun.

Always keep the most important hole card, just like a broken sword that has never been drawn, it can exert its greatest strength.

Only this time, what Chi Yiyin wanted to write did not have a designated subject.

What he wants to write is commonality.

— Just like the red envelope of this dungeon, there is no designated identity and title.

Everyone can be a subject here, Mr or Ms.

"The Beast Sleeping in the Mist".

The name that was brewing in my heart after guessing the effect of the copy was quickly formed on the paper, and the fragments that were originally scattered in my mind were gradually smoothed into snowflakes of thought.

Chi Yiyin sat on Li Sijun's shoulders. His broad and powerful shoulders were like solid ground, supporting his weight and safety without letting him shake at all.

He lowered his eyes, his brown hair fell down and was tied behind his ears casually.

Soon, he fell into the concentration of writing.

[I rarely go into cafes.

It's not because I hate this drink, but because the few minutes I step into the cafe are a luxury for me, how can I sit leisurely behind the floor-to-ceiling windows and watch landscape?

There is a coffee shop in the city where I live—please don’t make fun of my ignorance, my friend, because this coffee shop is really different, and I have never seen such a strange coffee shop in my life.

It eats people, but people love it. 】

【Oh no no, this is not to scare you and make you sit in front of your desk in panic, I am just stating a fact objectively.

I've seen people go in but never come out, they sit in seats behind French windows with beautiful enamel bone china cafes and drink the best coffee, but they never step out and see the world Only use glass windows.

When I stop by the window, they point at me and laugh: Look, man, let's make a bet, guess how many days he hasn't slept? 】

[If you must ask, it is seven days.

I said, God used seven days to create the world, and I used seven days to work for other people’s worlds. To be honest, I also want to sit in your seat, drink coffee and watch the scenery leisurely, without worries—I often feel that I Alive as if dead.

But no, my friend, look at the thick stack of bills in the mailbox outside the door, and listen to the baby crying in my house, the teenager beating the old man moaning, my life is not in coffee, but in daily necessities.

I know I am a cowardly guy, you must look down on people like me, right? For a few banknotes, he bows his knees and smiles, which is not as noble as in a cafe, and he never talks about his ideals, and he doesn't like to talk about which art museums open in the city, which works are epoch-making.

Because I have merged with the city outside the cafe, ideal? Ideals have become children's diapers and milk powder, new schoolbags and new clothes.

But if I have the chance, I would also like to go into the cafe and have a look.

Who wouldn't like to sit behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the busyness of others and enjoying your own leisure? 】

[I didn't expect that the opportunity would come soon.

Go ahead and try it, anyway, you only live this once, wouldn't it be too bad if you can't do this or that? I was told so.

I gritted my teeth, and still mustered up the courage to push open the door of the cafe. Along with the ringing of the doorbell, the aroma of coffee wafted out.

This is good.

I also became a leisurely guest sitting behind the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Even if I am restless and feel like sitting on pins and needles, no matter how comfortable the sofa is, it is like a torture tool for me. I am thinking about family affairs all the time, and my mind is like a mountain of bills. 】

[But fortunately, people's adaptability is strong enough. The guest next to me talked to me and talked about his happy life. I chatted with each other, and gradually got used to the strange but comfortable atmosphere in the cafe .

so good. I thought, if only I could stay here forever, I am so happy.

It's foggy outside. Others shouted in surprise, there was such a thick fog that the city disappeared.

A thick fog covered the entire city, and the bustling traffic that never sleeps day and night fell silent, as if everyone outside had died. Fear made everyone in the cafe panic, not knowing what happened.

We're stuck here, from day one to year one, like it's Noah's ark, and we're the lucky ones to be forgiven. Even if some people said they were going to rush out at first, no one is saying such stupid things now.

What are you doing out there, maybe there are monsters outside, aren't you uncomfortable these days? That's what they asked me.

I thought about it for a long time, tossing and turning, and then at dawn, I solemnly wiped my shoes clean, tied a surprisingly beautiful knot, and walked to the gate. 】

[You are crazy. They were surprised, going out would kill people!

But without walking into the dense fog, we will never know what it looks like outside, whether there are monsters and dangers, or everything is as usual. Only by seeing it with our own eyes can we know. Who made me a lunatic who likes to seek the truth? Such a will often drives me to take risks, and even death cannot change it.

I said goodbye to everyone, pushed open the door with the sound of wind chimes, walked into the fog, and never came back. 】

[The people in the cafe will never know, outside the fog, there is nothing, my life is still going on.

If there's a danger, it's probably life itself, which still wears me out. Occasionally, at dawn after sleepless nights, I would recall the leisurely life in the cafe again. That's really bliss... the happiness gained in exchange for the vast world, trapped in the safety of a small cafe for a lifetime.

They chose to lie down, I chose to move on.

There are no beasts outside the thick fog, and there is fear in people's hearts. 】

[People always have the instinct to indulge themselves to be happy, but I... I don't want false happiness. 】

Chi Yiyin's pen tip paused slightly, and the ink blotted out on the notebook.

His consciousness gradually resurfaced from the deep sea, breaking away from the highly concentrated writing state.

He let out a breath slowly, collected himself, held the pen with his slender fingers, and wrote down the last sentence firmly.

【I choose the world and the truth】

The thin gold font is drawn with iron and silver hooks. Even in the form of a teenager, the strength of the pen is still not weak at all, and the pen is penetrating three points, like an unusual notebook in hand.

but reality itself.

Chi Yiyin's eyes gradually softened, he pursed his lips, then raised his eyes and looked forward.

How long has he been writing, and how long has Li Sijun been by his side? The time in the Golden Temple seems to have stopped flowing, and Li Sijun is holding him, his weight seems to be as light as air, and Li Sijun's expression is not let down. There is no change, no fatigue at all.

"Finished?"

Li Sijun had already noticed the moment Chi Yiyin's breath changed.

He looked curiously at the new book with wet ink in Chi Yiyin's hand, with a faint smile under his magnetic voice: "What did you write that changed the temple?"

Chi Yiyin frowned slightly: "What?"

Li Sijun pointed forward casually, and said: "When you wrote, the Golden Temple and even the whole world were slowly changing—didn't you feel the ground trembling?"

Chi Yiyin was stunned when he heard the words, and quickly looked at the tall golden lacquered pillars around him.

Because of the buffer of Li Sijun below him, he was isolated from his perception of the earth. Li Sijun held him firmly, so that he didn't even notice the violent shaking of the ground in the first place.

It was only now under deliberate attention that Chi Yiyin discovered that the entire temple was shaking, and the sound of the walls cracking echoed in the dome, as terrifying as the doomsday was coming.

And at the moment when Chi Yiyin finished writing the last sentence, the power that had been brewing for a long time finally broke out suddenly, and rushed towards her face with great momentum.

Chi Yiyin saw that the ground around him collapsed inch by inch, the blood river turned into a rushing waterfall, countless corpses fell into the abyss below, and the gold also fell, shining brightly in the darkness of unknown depth.

Only the small piece of land where Li Sijun stood, seemed to be blessed by God, and it was still safe and stable.

The slender man hugged the boy, watching the world collapse in front of his eyes calmly, without any panic or fear.

That's not because of ignorance and fearlessness, but because of the habit after going through thousands of sails, it seems that for him, similar scenes have been seen countless times, even if he was once touched, he is now used to indifference.

Chi Yiyin's palm holding the notebook was gradually tightened, and his brows and eyes, which were not as calm and sharp as when he was young, but beautiful enough, slowly stained with a smile.

Unlike Li Sijun's ignorance, Chi Yiyin knew the cause of all this.

— He caused it.

No, strictly speaking, it was the book under his palm that made the false memory possible to collapse.

Ever since watching Chi Yan leave with her own eyes, Chi Yiyin has been thinking about how to leave her memory.

As long as there is wind, it means there is an outlet.

Chi Yan's smooth departure and even changing the appearance of the memory world at will, made Chi Yiyin realize that this beautiful but false memory world can be changed and broken through.

The only question is how to do this.

Neither the room Chi Yiyin lived in nor the golden temple that Li Sijun remembered could provide Chi Yiyin with more clues to use, so he simply chose to use his own pen to break the situation.

—Everything he successfully wrote will become his strength.

If there is an abnormality in the cafe, then use the cafe as a carrier to reversely break through the false structure of the copy effect.

Chi Yiyin thought so, and he did it.

He reversed the dungeon effect, turning all the false happiness into a frightening but not actually dangerous fog in the legend. The earthquake that occurred during his writing process is actually the fact that he neutralized the falsehood with the pain of reality in his writing, shaking the foundation of the world in front of him.

Even collapse.

It's a big deal.

In the last sentence, Chi Yiyin's firm determination completely broke through the memory shown to them by the copy, causing the falsehood to fade away and the reality to cover it again.

Chi Yiyin has already seen the scenery under the abyss with sharp eyes, and the blurred corner of the wall is like the wallpaper pattern of a cafe.

Falling from happiness is not going to hell, but back to reality.

After making a deduction, he supported Li Sijun's shoulder with one hand and was about to jump off.

Li Sijun was astonished, and quickly grabbed him back into his arms: "What are you doing?"

Chi Yiyin raised her eyebrows: "You don't think I'm going to commit suicide, do you? Don't worry, even if I encounter the worst suffering in the world, I will not choose that way of death."

He pointed to the abyss under the two of them, and said, "Have you seen "Alice in Wonderland"? It's just that we are doing it the other way around now, as long as we jump into the rabbit hole, we can return to the copy, and there is a high probability of landing It's a cafe."

Li Sijun asked with interest in his eyes: "What about the small probability?"

Chi Yiyin smiled politely: "Death."

Li Sijun: ...

Well, sure enough, even if she has become smaller, Chi Yiyin is still the Chi Yiyin in her impression, not changed at all.

"Why, you dare not gamble?"

Chi Yiyin asked with a smile: "A coward?"

When the young man laughed, the sun, the moon and the stars seemed to flow in those dark eyes, and the person he watched had the illusion that he was his whole world, as if to him, only he was the closest. important.

Only his voice can be heard in the ear, only his reflection in the eyes, and the soul is involuntarily attracted.

No matter what the boy wants, as long as he smiles, the king will offer his crown with both hands.

Li Sijun was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "The method of aggressive generals is useless to me, Yinyin."

But even though he said that, he still held Chi Yiyin in his arms, and jumped into the abyss without hesitation.

—Chi Yiyin didn’t see it, but at the moment when Li Sijun’s figure disappeared from the golden temple, the white statue placed high above the dome made a cracking sound, and spider webs covered the whole place on the idol.

Then, the white shattered into thousands of pieces and scattered around, like falling snow.

God fell.

The Golden Temple collapsed.

The strong wind howled and exploded in the ears, and the wind made it hard to open the eyes, and physiological tears quickly accumulated in the corners of the eyes, flowing down the white and delicate cheeks.

Chi Yiyin trembled her eyelashes, and it took a long while to finally adapt to the vainly changed environment, and opened her eyes to look into the abyss.

Even at this time, the dungeon still did not give up, and was still trying to shake Chi Yiyin's determination.

— Don’t you like to be lighthearted and happy? Why must we stick to reality?

Reality is suffering, I will give you happiness, okay?

The darkness of the abyss became the curtain of the projection, and the slides were switched quickly, and the time was rewound back to twelve years ago.

Chi Yan didn't leave home, she stayed by Xiaochi Yiyin's side, growing up with him, and being with him like the most ordinary mother and son, spending their lives together day after day, calm and happy, no different from the people around them.

But Chi Yiyin calmly read another kind of "happiness" shown to him in the copy, but remained indifferent.

He twitched the corners of his lips and smiled mockingly.

Just like the extra details he found in the house when he just woke up, the fictional "father" that didn't exist. The person who manipulates all this behind the scenes is too self-righteous and arrogant, thinking that everyone is like that existence, yearning for ordinary happiness.

But the copy doesn't know that in this world, there is another small group of people who never want happiness.

But the sober truth.

—even when the truth brings pain and stress.

Footless bird...

Chi Yiyin sighed softly, then closed her eyes, quietly waiting for them to fall to the cafe at the bottom of the abyss.

Physiological tears blown down by the wind slid down his cheeks, gathered on his chin and dripped.

Li Sijun, who had a keen sense, reached out his hand subconsciously, and tears fell on his palm, crystal clear under the faint light.

It seems that the whole world is still, the only thing that can be heard is the sound of tears falling.

Li Sijun held his breath, and was a little dazed for a while, unable to express his mood at this time.

This was a feeling he had never had before, complex but profound, as if his soul was touched.

After a long time, he slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Chi Yiyin in his arms with complicated eyes.

He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end all his emotions calmed down.

Li Sijun closed his eyes.

The last ray of light is lost in the abyss, like a night that has lost its sun forever.

…

Like the violent inertia of a train stopping at a station.

Chi Yiyin first felt a huge force pushing him to the ground, and the severe pain burned his soul, making him lose all sense of his surroundings.

After the pain slowly subsided, the scene in front of me finally gradually became clear.

Then Chi Yiyin saw that he had left the Golden Temple, but was sitting on a dark green sofa in a room with complicated and elegant decoration.

He pondered for a while, and immediately realized that he had escaped from the false memory and entered the "box" that Red Bird had mentioned.

But, only him.

Li Sijun who was with him at that time was not by his side and disappeared.

He frowned, feeling puzzled, but it wasn't because he was concerned about Li Sijun, but because he was worried that the other party would intervene where he couldn't see;

Chi Yiyin was about to go to the door of the box to take a look, but just as he raised his hand, he was surprised to find something in his hand.

It turned out to be the book he wrote in the Golden Temple before.

He didn't expect to be able to bring it out, and he was a little dazed for a while.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud sound above the box, like a plane crashing.

Chi Yiyin followed the sound subconsciously, and saw something "shua!" quickly slipping past his eyes.

Then there was a loud "bang!"

Jing Cha fell on the ground so that his eyes stared in all directions, and the rabbit became dizzy with mosquito-repellent eyes.

"One was carried in by you and placed on the sofa, while the other was allowed to fall freely. Is there a big difference?"

The woman in the long skirt asked with a smile.

Li Sijun lowered his eyes and said casually, "Of course."

"Because he is Chi Yiyin."