"Chen An..."
Tang Sirou suddenly stood up, got off the bed with his bare feet, and stared at Chen An with tearful eyes.
"If this is all false..."
"Have I ever made a mistake?"
Looking at the poignant person who was about to break his heart, Chen An couldn't help but tremble. He suddenly slammed the "emotional bag" in his hand to the ground and yelled uncontrollably.
"Stop talking, stop talking!"
"You are a monster, a monster!"
"You...are no longer human!"
He almost gritted his teeth and said this at the top of his lungs just to make himself believe it.
Tang Sirou nodded.
Her face was smiling,
Then, she took out a dagger from under the pillow, held the blade, and pointed the handle at Chen An.
Tang Sirou's white and tender palm was scratched by the sharp edge of the dagger. As the red color slipped, Chen An stared at this scene in a daze, his expression seemed to be frozen.
"Chen An, tell me everything before you kill me, okay?"
Tang Sirou's voice was a little hoarse.
Chen An sniffed fiercely, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down his emotions.
After a while, he said hoarsely and slowly:
"The tree created this world. Here, Happy Town, is what we call the story world. It is a world created by Weirdness. The 'rules' of the dark world have set constraints for this place. Generations of players will go here in order to purify Weirdness. In order to leave alive... you were once a player, but you chose false happiness. You failed to leave here and lost your soul."
Listening to Chen An's words, Tang Sirou's expression fluctuated slightly, and there was disbelief in his eyes.
"What about...my memory?"
Chen An closed his eyes.
"The tree created it, a false memory, a memory that does not exist."
Tang Sirou nodded, her smile even brighter.
"So...what does the me now have to do with the me before?"
When Chen An heard this, he was suddenly stunned.
"The me before was dead long ago. If I were created, I would be brand new, right?"
Tang Sirou took a few steps closer to Chen An. Her white and tender palm still held the dagger blade, and as the red color flowed, the handle of the dagger, wrapped with gray-white cloth, pressed against Chen An's white shirt.
The tip of the dagger was aimed at her own right chest.
"Real or fake."
"At least that's me now."
"I already love you deeply."
"Just kill me."
Listening to Tang Sirou's murmuring, Chen An suddenly felt that it was so fake and this world was so fake.
He pursed his lips tightly, raised his right hand tremblingly, and held the handle of the dagger.
His eyes were fixed on Tang Sirou's pretty face. He wanted to use his right hand harder, but always,
The dagger still maintained its original posture.
Subsequently.
Tang Sirou's other hand grasped Chen An's right hand.
The dagger was very sharp and was specially made in Tuzi's blacksmith shop.
As a result, it cut into Tang Sirou's chest easily, like cutting through paper.
Chen An watched as Tang Sirou's lips gradually turned pale.
Feeling the softness of my right hand slipping away,
Watching the delicate body in front of me slowly fall,
Tang Sirou closed her eyes.
Chen An also closed his eyes.
...
...
The last breath that bound the players finally returned to this world.
As the restraints were lifted, the gray mist that had been shrouding the sky of the happy town seemed to be released. The morning light arrived, and the blue and white sky appeared over the town.
In the east, the morning sun slowly appeared. As the light spread, the townspeople walked out of the door with dull eyes. They stared at the sky blankly, motionless.
At the same time, Chen An walked out of the room. He came to the living room and saw the scenery outside the window.
The halo of morning light shines on the town, green buds are pulled out from the gaps in the stone tiles, and the thin dust is covered with a dreamy atmosphere of life itself under the sunlight.
Suddenly, Chen An heard footsteps behind him.
Chen Dahai got up. He was rubbing his sleepy eyes and went downstairs when he saw Chen An's back.
"Good morning, Chen An."
Chen Dahai said with a yawn.
"Morning, father."
Chen An turned his head and looked at Chen Dahai, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life who had existed as his "father" for a period of time in his short life in the story world.
"Sirou, is that girl not up yet?"
Chen Dahai smiled and said, "I'll make breakfast for you..."
The sound stopped abruptly here.
His eyes suddenly became dull, and then he trembled and covered his forehead as if his head was in severe pain.
A hoarse moan was squeezed out from between his teeth, and his eyes suddenly filled with tears.
"No, no...I want to go out, I want to get out of here...Els is still waiting for me..."
He suddenly shouted and groaned. After a while, when he came back to his senses, the memory of the story world violently conflicted with his original memory.
He thought of Chen An.
Did they pass this game?
Chen Dahai looked in front of him blankly, but in front of him,
Chen An had long since disappeared, leaving only a half-open door.
Outside the house door, the morning light is shining.
Chen Dahai, whose eyes were bulging from bloodshot eyes and his face was twisted with tears, walked to the door of the house. He looked at the light outside, but never took that step.
The outside world is bright and beautiful, and the sky, which I haven’t seen in my false memory for more than twenty years, is really blue.
But he knows,
These no longer belong to him, and they never belong to him anymore.
...
...
As time went by, the sky outside the town was once again covered with a bit of gray fog from the edges. It became unclear and slowly spread.
Chen An walked out of the house and came to the town, and soon saw everyone who was already ready to go.
Gu Laiyin still looked gentle, wearing cloth and holding a Zen staff.
Tu Zi became much silent. He raised his head and looked at Chen An. He knew that Chen An had also solved the "happiness" in his heart.
Luo Qi still looked cool, wearing a black outfit and her hair tied into a neat scorpion braid at the back of her head.
She raised her red lips slightly and looked towards the sky.
Following the spread of mist at the edge of the sky, only the west side was not spread.
Calculating the time it takes to spread, the unclear gray fog will cover the sky again in about ten minutes.
It was time for them to leave too.
"Where's Ling Qinglin?" Chen An didn't see him.
Tuzi shook his head and said, "He said he wanted to go home, but he didn't see him after that."
Chen An nodded slightly, and he also noticed something strange on the west side.
time to go.
"Thanks to Donor Chen for this."
The four of them were walking on the street. Gu Laiyin put his hands together and looked at Chen An with a faint smile on his lips.
"Everything you see is a reflection of your mind. Donor Chen impressed the young monk with admiration."
Chen An shook his head slightly: "That's too much praise."
The four of them had reached the edge of the town. A road was opened in the forest here at some point, a road that seemed familiar to everyone.
It's where they came from.
After entering the story world, this road is covered, making it impossible to detect and leave.
At this moment, this road appeared in front of everyone again.
Chen An turned his head slightly and took a deep look at the town. At this moment, the sky above his head was once again shrouded and spread by unclear gray fog, as if a huge hole was gradually closing, and there was not much of the blue sky left.
As they walked away, everyone also saw the "wooden signs" with rules written on them.
From their current perspective, what they saw was the back of the wooden sign.
It's not like they didn't check it when they came, but there was no content on the back.
But at this moment, words appeared on the back of the wooden board.
A completely different text than the previous rules.
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