"Lao Deng, you want to harm me again."
Chen Qing chuckled softly and flicked the note in his hand to the side. He looked at the coffee machine in front of him and struggled to reach eye level with it.
On a coffee machine, there are only three buttons.
Next to the button, another slightly smaller sticky note was used to write operation tips.
"Request", "Meal", "Hot water"
That's all.
According to the requirements on the note, he only needs to press and hold the request button after investing currency, and then speak his request to the coffee machine, and the coffee machine will judge whether the request can be satisfied.
In theory, a coffee machine can meet all the requirements in the world. The only problem is that most drinkers are not happy to meet those requirements.
"Become rich."
After he drank it, it became a gold ingot equal to his weight.
“Cancer Recovery.”
So the man became a lighthouse jellyfish that couldn't get cancer.
"Become a god."
The person who made the wish only existed here and at the moment of drinking coffee, and became a god that was too short to be recorded by time.
The time it took for him to become a god cannot even be counted in the smallest unit of time.
Later, someone made such a wish.
"I'd like a glass of Miss Marissa."
So that day, the person who made a wish watched a cup of bright red coffee appear in his cup.
Later, the coffee machine stalled for three to five minutes before an eyeball shot out and hit the bright red liquid, causing the splashing water to stain the surrounding area red.
That's Miss Marissa.
Taken from her most essential parts.
Chen Qing looked at the coffee machine in front of him. After pondering for a long time, he used the water stains at hand to list a series of questions on the ground.
At the end of the question, there is often a question, and that question reads like this: What is the price?
He looked at this question and the alluring visions listed above, and fell into a long-lost silence.
Opportunities come along with dangers, but when the dangers far exceed the scope of one's own ability, opportunities are no longer called opportunities, they are called traps.
He sighed softly and erased the first two wishes.
Under the erased traces of water, he once wrote: Become the knowledge of God.
With: I become the world of God.
He looked at it like this, and his eyes moved to the third line.
"Restore my memory to the maximum extent that I can bear."
He looked at this line of information, and after thinking for a long time with his brows furrowed, he finally raised his head.
This was his first wish, and it was also the wish he had worked hard for for a long time.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and calmed down. He suppressed the possible surprises and disappointments in his heart and adjusted his expectations to a very high and very low threshold.
Then, he put the three chocolates in his pocket, and then pressed the request button in front of him.
"I want a cup of coffee that can restore my memory to the maximum extent within my tolerance."
He let go of his hand, and the red indicator light began to flash. Its red light flashed faster and faster, but while it was flashing, the light never showed any sign of turning green.
"Eh?"
Chen Qing was stunned when he looked at the red light in front of him.
"Eh!"
He looked dumbfounded at the light in front of him.
How can this be? !
This is impossible!
Could it be that I couldn't even carry a little bit of the past and lost memories?
Or do you not even have a little memory of the past?
As he thought about it, his eyes became more puzzled.
"It's impossible...it's obviously impossible..."
His eyes moved to the side, to the fourth item he had listed previously.
He didn't believe that there was an error in his entry. He had to try it once, even if the cost was three e-500.
He had to try the machine to see if there was anything wrong with it.
He closed his eyes and simplified the fourth entry.
"Maximize the effect of your own characteristics within the maximum endurance range."
He looked at the text in front of him and modified it to the following: "Within the tolerance range of the drinker, it improves the characteristic effects and reduces the negative effects while reducing the weakening of the characteristics in the back room."
He thought for a while, and after making sure that he was not wrong, he stood back in front of the coffee machine.
The fragrance was so close, but he didn't know if he could drink it.
He was silent for a moment, dropped the currency, pressed the button, and read the words on the ground after the red light came on.
"Within the tolerance range of the drinker, it improves the characteristics of the drinker, while mitigating the negative effects and reducing the weakening of characteristics in the back room."
The next moment he spoke, the red light on the coffee machine began to flash crazily. Unlike the previous rush, the light flashed this time and slowed down.
Before he could turn his head, a crisp ringing made him focus on the coffee machine in front of him again.
As he stuffed the paper cup under the water outlet, and as the light green water outlet button was pressed, a splashing sound was heard under the water outlet.
The light brown coffee liquid was smoking like poison, and the traces of bitterness dissipated along with the smoke.
He looked at the cup of coffee, took out the E-500 from his pocket, raised his head and swallowed it down his throat.
At this moment, the coffee at about 70 degrees was hot. It flowed through the throat, but the feeling it brought to Chen Qing was not that painful. A cold, mint-like stimulation spread in his mouth.
He felt the stimulation spread in his mouth, then dissipated quietly after filling his mouth.
After all the smell in his mouth disappeared, the moment he opened his eyes and looked at the world again, it suddenly slowed down.
Everything is slower.
He raised his hand and moved it slowly towards his forehead. He reached out and touched it, and a pupil stood there.
He was stunned, and in the next moment he felt that the world had returned to the way it was before.
After touching it again, it turned out that the vertical pupil had been completely closed, and it didn't look like it had grown out for a long time.
Chen Qing didn't believe it anymore. He knew that this effect was absolutely a perfect realization of his demands.
But then, his brows furrowed even more.
"It's not my problem...it's not its problem..."
He looked at the machine in front of him, his expression becoming a little worried.
"So there's something wrong with my memory?"
He looked at everything in front of him, and a sense of falseness suddenly surged into his heart.
"Even the smallest fragment of memory is too much for me to bear..." He whispered: "But I can look back at the past through the non-relics that carry the past.
Is it because the relic is special, or because the memory I 're-saw' is not directly acquired. "
He was silent, but couldn't spend the remaining chocolate on this wish.
