When Chen An opened his eyes and sat up with a yawn, he looked at the dim sky outside the window and was stunned.
"what time is it..."
I looked at the cell phone on the bedside and saw that it was already six o'clock in the afternoon the next day.
"I actually slept for so long?"
Chen An muttered to himself, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"I was really tired from before."
Turning to look at Xiao Xiaoxiao and Xiao Cailian at the head of the bed, the shabby marks on their bodies seemed to have healed a little, and there was also a strange aura in their glassy red eyes.
"How are you doing?"
Chen An touched the ears of the smiling rabbit and the crying rabbit.
"Hiss!"
The Laughing Rabbit's mouth opens and closes slightly, the amplitude is very small, and the sound it makes is also very small.
"You will be able to recover tomorrow?" Chen An blinked: "That's a good thing."
"Hiss~"
"Has Little Crying fully recovered? His previous injuries were relatively minor?"
"His...his."
"Yeah, well, have a good rest. Thank you for all the hard work I've done before."
"hiss."
...
Chen An leaned on the head of the bed, with a soft pillow on his back, holding his head in his hands and squinting his eyes slightly.
It's so comfortable to lie in bed for a while after getting up.
He was in no hurry to get out and tell them he was awake.
That's very troublesome.
Work and rest need to be combined, and if your spirit is kept tense, you will collapse.
With his eyes blurred, Chen An's consciousness was rippling unconsciously. Slowly, his mind sank into the sea of his soul.
Naked, translucent, between reality and illusion, her feet once again stepped on the silver-white beach. Chen An shouted several times at the coffin with red cracks.
"Hey, what should I do with my mutation path?"
Blinking his eyes, he saw that Chen Sheng ignored him, so he walked over and looked at Chen Sheng sleeping in the red cracks that looked like lightning and spider webs.
"Can you throw that thing out?" Chen An pointed to the soul coffin that symbolized the "newborn soul".
Inside, the [monster] source of matter is sealed.
“What path should I take?”
Chen An asked again.
"I can't become a monster, right? Wouldn't a clown be better? Otherwise... I have no choice now."
Chen An blinked, looked at Chen Sheng who didn't respond, and patted his coffin board.
"Get up, hey."
Chen Sheng's eyes were closed tightly.
At this moment, his right eye suddenly opened, his dark pupils turned slightly, and he looked at Chen An.
"Are you annoyed?" Chen Sheng yawned, and then he stretched out his right hand and hooked his fingers.
A stream of knowledge about transferring the "source essence" seemed to appear in Chen An's mind out of thin air.
This involves using the sealed characteristics of the source material itself, but it is not a "spontaneous analysis", but the use of "residues of truth" for traction.
Chen An's eyes flickered slightly.
The truth... seems to be above the original rules of this world?
"The strange source of matter comes from the starry sky. They are not the power of this planet."
Chen Sheng hoarse his throat and glanced at Chen An.
"Starry sky?"
At this moment, Chen Sheng was suddenly startled, and his breathing became rapid.
...
Ruandu, inner city, villa No. G132 is the number of the villa rented by Chen An.
On this street with villas on both sides, under the dusk, the surrounding street lights were already slightly bright, and the orange light was swaying in some dirty glass lampshades.
On the white stone tile floor, a boot suddenly stepped on.
It was a man wearing a gray coat, a gray gentleman's hat, and his face was half covered by a mask with silver and gold patterns.
He seemed to be passing by, but he stopped in front of the villa, pulled up the brim of his hat, and looked at the villa with his eye that was not covered by the mask.
His expression seemed to be deep in thought.
After a while, he left.
...
"He's here."
Chen Sheng suddenly said hoarsely, his eyes showed a rare look of fear, and his face became ugly.
Chen An had never seen Chen Sheng like this before.
Although he had never met Chen Sheng before the first game.
In Chen An's heart, Chen Sheng is a very strange existence. He seems to know a lot, but he is also like a child about many things.
Chen An had long forgotten what happened before. He only remembered that Chen Sheng was another "personality" that appeared when he was six years old, but not completely. It seemed that he was affected by some external force during that incident. ...
Over the years, I have only known about the existence of Chen Sheng. Except for the period when I was immersed in self-blame and regret, and the voice of "Chen Sheng" often appeared in my heart to mock me, there is no other information.
"What's wrong?" Chen An asked.
Chen An took a deep breath and walked out of the soul coffin. He stared blankly at the sky in the sea of souls.
"You need to leave this city as soon as possible." Chen Sheng said hoarsely.
But then, he shook his head again.
"No, no, that's too deliberate."
His face was a bit ferocious, and he bared his teeth as he paced back and forth on the silver-white beach.
Chen An looked at Chen Sheng confused.
"What's wrong with you? Who's here? What happened?"
Chen Sheng shook his head and rubbed his eyes irritably. Then, he looked at Chen An. This look always made Chen An feel that Chen Sheng's eyes were complicated.
"It's time to tell you something." Chen Sheng suddenly seemed to be deflated, and his tone became depressed.
Chen An was stunned.
"Back then...because of your cowardice, she died in Funong." Chen Sheng seemed to muster up great courage. He gritted his teeth and said slowly, ignoring Chen An's suddenly shrinking pupils.
"The accident when I was six years old happened in Funong?"
Chen An said in disbelief.
Funong... Funong, Wenwan, and Erte, aren't they the three main capitals of the dark world?
I...haven't I been living in the real world before becoming a player?
Chen An thought about those memories that were far away from him.
Parents in memory appear very rarely.
Later, they also had accidents and passed away.
After inheriting the inheritance, he has been living on his own.
Regarding that accident, Chen An only remembered the blurry scene, the fragmented face, and the emptiness and heartache of a girl tied to a chair.
"Heh." Chen Sheng said sarcastically: "Who do you think brought you back to reality?"
Chen An's eyes suddenly sank.
His body trembled slightly and his tone became heavy.
"Keep talking," he said.
Chen Sheng looked at Chen An, with memories in his eyes.
"The me at that time, and you when you were six years old, I was separated from the truth by them as an experiment, and they hoped that you could become a being with the potential of a god.
To combat the increasingly powerful pollution.
Weird, needs to be absorbed and understood.
Horror, same thing.
Fear, on the basis of the previous one, requires the emotional fluctuations of more than a thousand people to become a fearful existence for them, as a medium to stabilize the strange source of matter.
And the bishop needs to complete different...ceremonies based on at least ten thousand people according to the corresponding names.
And this is also the pinnacle that the three major churches, secret organizations, and mutants in the dark world can reach. "
Chen An remained silent, clenching his fists slowly and listening quietly.
"For a bishop to be promoted to an angel, you need...truth."
Chen Sheng's eyes stared intently into the depths of the sea of soul, the gray-white sky.
"The number of angels in any church does not exceed one hand. At least on the surface, they are the top weird ones for humans to fight against pollution, but they themselves are also weird and polluted.
These are not important, what is important is that they hope to completely grasp the power of truth, and they hope to... create gods. "
Hearing these two words, Chen An suddenly felt like a heavy hammer hit his heart.
"Creating...gods?" Chen An repeated tremblingly.
"You are twenty-one this year, and you died on that night fifteen years ago."
The corners of Chen Sheng's mouth twitched slightly. He walked up to Chen An and pinched Chen An's cheek.
"Why is the soul coffin, which symbolizes the depth of the soul, empty?"
His lips moved:
"Because you were the second personality that appeared in that accident."
Chen Sheng's tone was sarcastic and mocking, every word he spoke.
When Chen An heard this, his expression unexpectedly became calm after a moment of ferociousness.
"Then what are you?" he asked.
Chen Sheng shrugged: "I am the residue of truth they implanted in your soul." He smiled and looked at Chen An: "Compared to you, I am nothing."
"So, when you said he was here, you were referring to me who was originally dead?" Chen An took a deep breath and asked.
"The god-making plan ended in failure. He was supposed to be dead, but for some reason, I just felt his breath again."
Chen Sheng took a step towards the blue-white, crystal clear and illusory sea of mind, which symbolized "subconscious waves".
"At the beginning, I relied on the power of truth to lead you, and it also led me out of the dark world. The parents in your memory are not your real parents, it's just that I used the truth to tamper with their memories."
Chen Sheng closed his eyes.
"I should have no consciousness. I am just a part of the remnants of the truth. It is you, this second personality that should not exist, that gives me thoughts and consciousness."
Chen Andao: "So, you should call me daddy?"
Chen Sheng's face froze.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt the urge to finish the game together.
It's a shame that you show your sincerity.
Chen An shrugged: "Keep the atmosphere lively, don't worry. Just keep talking. Your tone is as heavy as your last words."
Chen Sheng narrowed his eyes, looked at Chen An, and said hoarsely: "Aren't you angry or surprised?"
Chen An shook his head and said calmly:
"I'm a little surprised, but why should I be angry? Can anger change the fact that I am the personality that shouldn't exist? Or can anger undo the past? Or can anger solve the present?"
Chen Sheng remained silent.
"I don't care who I am, I'm Chen An. Is it because I'm having a hard time or what?" Chen An's mouth twitched as if he was smiling: "Thank you for all the hard work over the years."
Chen Sheng looked away.
He didn't seem to want to talk about it.
"Originally, you were supposed to be dead, but now he is not dead, which means that after I left the dark world, something unexpected happened in the wilderness.
I don’t know what kind of person he is now, what kind of character he is, and why.
But he won't have an easy time. He must want to kill you, and even more, he hopes to get me back. "
Chen Sheng whispered:
"The control over your original body is yours. No matter what method he uses, he will definitely feel an intolerable sense of incompleteness now. It is the pain caused by the incompatibility between soul and body. That pain will torture him all the time. .
My consciousness comes from you, and I don't want you to die. "
After saying this, Chen Sheng seemed to be discouraged and his body became sluggish.
The image he had always created and pretended to be, standing on the moral high ground and sarcastically insulting Chen An, seemed to be broken at this moment.
In fact, it was never Chen An who was escaping from the past, but him who came from that consciousness.
"What are the rules?"
Chen An asked abruptly.
"The maintainer of order in the dark world, a god who is declining day by day."
Chen Sheng sighed: "I am like a cup of latte, half coffee and half milk. My strength and essence come from the truth, and my consciousness and thoughts come from you."
I want the best for both of you. "
Chen An was thoughtful.
So, what worries Chen Sheng now is that he must choose one to abandon?
Using truth to solve the "original self" will make truth fall into the cage of rules.
If I don't deal with him, I will be dealt with.
Chen An scratched his head:
"So you told me this today because you were afraid that you wouldn't have a chance in the future?"
Chen Sheng wrinkled his nose as he looked at Chen An's calm expression.
I really want to slap him.
Can you speak human language?
How did you come from such a thing?
He crossed his fingers.
At this moment, Chen An suddenly felt that the world in front of him became blurry.
With the vague feeling of consciousness and the twisted and tearing feeling around him, he opened his eyes again and saw the neat and bright house.
He was half-leaning on the bed, and the dim light outside the window shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on his legs, on the linen sheets, and on the mahogany-colored ground.
"Oh, he was kicked out."
Chen An smiled and closed his eyes.
The eyes are a little sore.
"It's because I'm too weak."
He sighed.
Chen An sat cross-legged, turned sideways, and took out a mahogany box and a strange mask wrapped in something like plastic from the bag placed beside the bed.
Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the crying rabbit again and placed it in front of him.
