That night, Lou Ying lost sleep again.
Lu Fan didn't fall asleep either.
He asked, "Mr. Lou, the person we met today is Chi Xiaochi, right?" in a completely affirmative tone.
Lou Ying: "Well."
Lu Fan: "He looks really handsome. Much more handsome than he looks in the movie."
Lou Ying: "Thank you."
Lu Fan: "Do you want to meet him?"
Lou Ying was stunned and didn't answer for a long time.
Lu Fan: "Mr. Lou has not seen him for such a long time, we should meet him."
Lou Ying struggled to suppress his emotions with reason: "No. Me and him... In his eyes, I've been dead for many years. Tell him that I'm afraid to scare him."
Lu Fan: "He might be very happy. You also said that no matter where he is these years, he will always go to visit your grave. There are really not many people who can achieve this level... Just think about it. Look, apart from you, has he ever cared so much about anyone else over the years?"
Speaking of which, Lu Fan seemed to be making himself uncomfortable and stopped uttering a word.
Lou Ying's face burned in panic: "Don't talk nonsense. He won't… to me."
"Maybe." Lu Fan joked, and immediately returned to his normal serious tone, "But if you don't want to see him, then don't see him."
… how would you not want to.
Chi Xiaochi was right beside him, in the same city as him, within a distance that he could reach with a foot lift.
The temptation was so great that Lou Ying could only force himself not to think about it.
Ever since he realized his abnormal feelings for Chi Xiaochi, he often wondered how he could become like this, and he didn't look like himself anymore.
However, coming here is not without merit.
Lou Ying finally had a whole period of time to stay in the same world as Chi Xiaochi. He could go to his Weibo every night to see if there was any new content, and then quietly give a like with his new registered account.
Chi Xiaochi is a well-known neurotic player in the Weibo community. He has a lot of fans and blacks. Every time he posts a Weibo, he gets 300,000 likes.
Lou Ying became one of those 300,000.
Such a huge base gave him a sense of peace of mind for no reason, and an inexplicable sense of loss.
That's fine, he consoled himself.
But after he followed Chi Xiaochi Weibo for half a month, his Weibo was stopped for no reason.
For half a month, he didn't say a word.
Lu Fan also noticed this: "Mr. Lou, why isn't Chi Xiaochi blogging?"
Lou Ying was a little uneasy, so he went to brush Chi Xiaochi's square.
There were also many fans in the square asking about this, and they harmoniously discussed whether he was going to join the group again, and the atmosphere was peaceful.
Lou Ying's browsing has always been fast and meticulous, and many barriers on the Internet seem to him to be nothing, so he quickly discovered something strange.
There was a trumpet account without any friends who posted a message about Chi Xiaochi in his circle of friends half an hour ago.
"I saw it for you. The light in Xiaochi's house is still on, he is fine."
Below is a diagram.
… Chi Xiaochi’s villa was immersed in the dark night, only a ginger lamp was lit in the bedroom, and a long shadow in clothes turned his back to the light, smoking on the balcony railing, long hair like seaweed The back of the head is tied very high, and the lines of the shoulders and neck look perfect in proportion.
Lou Ying's heart tightened.
He recognized that the figure was Chi Xiaochi.
Lou Ying silently erased his access records, and rummaged through the Weibo of that person's circle of friends, including the content that had been thrown into the recycle bin.
He has been following Chi Xiaochi since two years ago. Weibo contains first-hand airport photos, red carpet photos and award-winning photos of Chi Xiaochi. It is conceivable to imagine a fanatic fan carrying a shotgun and a short cannon, running around the world with his idol. look.
These are fairly normal.
But since he continued to pay attention to Chi Xiaochi for a year and a half, the situation became weird.
- He photographed the door of Chi Xiaochi's dressing room, turned over his trash can, and collected the toilet paper with his lipstick on it.
Then, the situation intensified.
He took pictures of Chi Xiaochi's car over and over, and wrote more than a thousand "I love you" on Chi Xiaochi's car with an oil-based pen; he wrote long imaginary articles, imagining that he and Chi Xiaochi were in every part of the city. Corner DOI; he photographed himself kissing the poster of Chi Xiaochi, licking the whole piece of paper to rot.
After reading all the content, Lou Ying's face turned pale.
This person has already found Koike's house.
Judging from the shooting distance, he was almost outside Chi Xiaochi's villa, only separated by a fence.
What will he do next
Lu Fan slept unconsciously on the bed, while Lou Ying transformed into a human figure and paced back and forth anxiously in the room several times.
When he was irritable, Lou Ying accidentally saw himself in the mirror with his peripheral vision.
In the setting of the main god, the self-recognition system of the system is closed for a long time, so he in the mirror is just a vague mosaic.
Seeing this inhuman face, Lou Ying put one hand on the mirror and looked at it carefully.
His boiling mind gradually calmed down.
… He is no longer from this world.
The other party is nothing but a delusional patient. There are obviously many people who can protect Koike, the police, Lucas, and his studio, there is really no need for him to intervene.
He is Lu Fan's system.
For now, Lu Fan is the most important.
Lou Ying was trying his best to convince himself when a surprised question suddenly came from the direction of the bedroom: "... Mr. Lou?"
Lou Ying suddenly turned his head.
Lu Fan was wearing pajamas and stood at the door of the bedroom with a stunned expression.
He asked cautiously, "is that Mr. Lou?"
Lou Ying put her hand down from the mirror and regained her gentle gentleman's tone: "...Yes. Did I wake you up?"
"No... I got up at night."
Lu Fan walked past Lou Ying and stopped.
"Mr. Lou, so..." Lu Fan cautiously and shyly chose the appropriate adjective, "You are so beautiful."
Lou Ying replied absentmindedly, "Really. Thank you."
Afterwards, Lou Ying contacted the police on a street phone and informed them of part of the perverted circle of friends.
He took it for granted that this matter would be resolved soon.
Until one night, he clicked on the person's Weibo again and found that he was still updating.
He was using simple medical equipment to draw blood for himself, and said he would cook a loving lunch for Chi Xiaochi.
Lou Ying's blood rushed to the top of his head.
He looked up a few articles and found that he had been questioned by the police, but he refused to admit it, saying that he was just a diehard fan of Chi Xiaochi, and he did not make any mistakes, let alone commit a crime. The graffiti on Chi Xiaochi's car was taken by him online 's news picture, he didn't do the car theft either, and he plausibly asked the police if it was illegal to imagine it.
It seems that not only did he not repent, but he intensified.
He said: "No one can control my heart. I love my boyfriend and he will definitely be mine."
Lou Ying closed the page.
With a move, he followed the network cable to locate the blogger.
The next moment, a figure in white clothes and black trousers stood behind a tall and fat man.
The man was serving his bloody pot, and when he felt a noise behind him, he turned around and confronted Lou Ying with a horrified expression: "Who are you?!"
Lou Ying didn't say a word, silently grabbed his collar with one hand, raised his elbow, and hit him in the face with a bang.
After half an hour.
Lou Ying was facing the bloodstained back of his hand under the faucet, a fire slowly burned in his heart, making his cheeks hot.
The first time he really hit someone, he failed to grasp the fire well.
Fortunately, he estimated that the man would not die.
He has thrown the man with a bruised nose and a swollen face to the hospital door, someone will treat him.
He is a person who does not exist in this world, and no one will know that he did this.
Lou Ying closed the valve of the faucet and laughed uncontrollably.
Yes, Lou Ying is no longer from this world.
He opened his eyes until dawn.
The next night, the original owner played by Lu Fan had a date with the director.
According to the pre-arranged script, Lu Fan chatted with the director and played an excited and shy perfect lover, while Lou Ying read Chi Xiaochi's Weibo one by one in his body.
Chi Xiaochi's Weibo is called "Reflection of the Terrace into the Pond", which Lou Ying has long known.
He lived alone in the world in memory of the two of them.
There was still no update on the top, and it was quiet, which made Lou Ying feel a little distressed.
Lou Ying was afraid that Chi Xiaochi hadn't received the notice of the prisoner's arrest and would not be able to sleep well tonight. After several hesitations, he finally made up his mind and sent a private message to Xiaochi: "Don't worry, he won't come again."
After deliberating for a long time, Lou Ying said again, "Don't be afraid."
There was no response there.
This is also in line with Lou Ying's imagination.
If Chi Xiaochi replied to each unfamiliar private message one by one, he would probably die of exhaustion.
After plucking up the courage to talk to him, Lou Ying suddenly felt relieved.
Yes, there are countless fans who send private messages to Chi Xiaochi every day. Even if he is among them, it is only one in 300,000 to one in 3,000.
Or better yet, one in two thousand.
This way, a little bit of contact has eased his urge to contact Koike.
Lou Ying restrained his thoughts, reversed every sentence he wanted to send, and only sent it after careful consideration and confirmation.
It wasn't until a week later, when he was sifting his own words as carefully as usual, when he sifted through flour, a sentence suddenly came from there.
"What are you going to enter?"
Lou Ying couldn't tell how he was feeling now, but even Lu Fan, who couldn't see his face, noticed his abnormality.
He asked, "Mr. Lou, is there anything you are happy about?"
Lou Ying tried his best to calm down: "He replied to me."
Lu Fan was silent.
Between them, the pronoun "he" refers to only one person.
There was a breathless heaviness in Lu Fan's relaxed tone: "I thought you wouldn't contact him."
Lou Ying said, "I thought he wouldn't reply to me."
Lu Fan asked, "Did you tell him who you are?"
Lou Ying: "Not yet."
Lu Fan: "Will you tell him that you are still alive?"
Lou Ying didn't speak.
"What's the use of telling me." Lu Fan's tone suddenly became intense, and he suddenly restrained his voice and tone in the second half of the sentence, "You still have eleven hosts to bring. But ten years have passed, ten years have passed. Nian. Do you want him to wait for you? Why is he waiting for you?"
As if to make a patch for his attitude, Lu Fan paused for a while, and his voice was softer, soft to a little humble: "I'm here for your own good, Mr. Lou."
Lou Ying let out a sigh of relief: "I know. Lu Fan, thank you for your reminder."
It wasn't that he didn't notice the inconsistency of Lu Fan's attitude, but he didn't take it too seriously.
Because he knew that Lu Fan's appointment with the director had not made any substantial progress these days, and the other party's favorability value had not increased at all.
And of course he should be angry to learn that Lou Ying was chatting with others when he was dating.
After Lou Ying apologized for the incident, Lu Fan did not pursue it any further.
He continued to chat with Chi Xiaochi as an unfamiliar netizen, mostly talking about the experience of the original owner's life, such as which cake shop's Melaleuca is delicious, and which coffee shop's latte tastes better.
Sometimes Chi Xiaochi would reply to him quickly, and sometimes it would take a long time for him to reply. Lou Ying knew that he was busy, so he turned on the light screen anytime and anywhere, so that he could receive his reply as soon as possible.
They kept in contact with each other on and off for more than a month, and Lou Ying felt that he was doing something wrong.
Lou Ying has seriously considered that if he doesn't tell Chi Xiaochi who he is, when Lu Fan's task is completed, he will disappear from this world like air.
Without a netizen who often disturbed him, Chi Xiaochi would have no loss.
But Lou Ying couldn't help thinking, even if he only told him that he was still alive.
He asked the veteran system he knew about this matter, but no one could give him an answer.
A field system can only shake the number 20 times. No one like Lou Ying has enjoyed the good luck of drawing his own world line from countless world lines.
"Say, what can't be said." A middle-aged man who had survived 18 missions encouraged him, "If I go back to my world line, I will definitely go to my daughter and have a meal with her. Just tell her that I still exist for some special reason and will go home one day sooner or later. Just remember the rules and never reveal the existence of our system. … After all, my daughter has already Thirty-five years old, and in three years, I'll be the same age as when I left."
Encouraged by his colleagues, Lou Ying faced the light screen, typed in those four words, and quickly deleted them.
He didn't know how to tell Koike when the matter came to him.
… tell him he’s alive, tell him how much he likes him.
He thought again, Lu Fan was right, he was different from a middle-aged man, he still had 11 hosts to take, at least another ten years.
After contacting Xiaochi, does he have to waste another ten years of Xiaochi's time before he can stand in front of him again
During the hesitation, Lou Ying discovered a strange thing.
Unlike other systems that are afraid of trouble, Lou Ying is accustomed to combing his own information flow, and after discovering that the main god has an entropy transmission line embedded in the host, he will regularly conduct comprehensive inspections and observations on himself.
Since the last time he returned to the main god system, Lou Ying found in a new round of inspection that there were abnormal data residues in his body.
… It seems like it was penetrated by a virus-like program, but because Lou Ying wrote a new program, which was hidden in the original information protection program, the other party did not dare to attack, and when he found something wrong, he retreated as soon as he touched it.
However, Yan Guo still left a mark.
After realizing this, Lou Ying kept an eye on it, quietly backed up a copy of all his data, and put it on a disk.
Even if the data is cleaned and modified due to force majeure such as a virus in the future, he will at least have the ability to complete all the data.
When he was doing this in secret, the director of their strategy this time proposed to buy a ring for his half-sister, and brought the original owner played by Lu Fan to a high-end ring shop.
This is actually a hint and date in disguise.
Both are in eerie and false pink bubbles between people who do their best to act like loving couples.
When Lu Fan and the director walked around the corner of the ring shop and whispered about which ring style was better, a handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes stood at the counter they had just passed by.
The lady at the counter couldn't move when she saw his face: "Sir, which ring do you want to see?"
Lou Ying turned to the first page of the customized manual and quickly pointed to the newest models of the season on the first page.
When he followed Lu Fan just now, he caught a glimpse of this ring.
After the lady at the counter saw which one he was referring to, her expression became a little complicated and surprised: "Sir, this one..."
The 16-carat sapphire is surrounded by star-like white diamonds. It is worth a lot of money just by looking at the appearance. It is completely conceivable that when it is worn on the hand, it seems to be wearing a small piece of starry sky.
Lou Ying nodded: He wants this.
When he saw the ring just now, he thought of how it looked on Chi Xiaochi's hand.
The lady at the counter took a breath and her voice was much lighter: "Sir, the deposit for this ring needs 400,000..."
Lou Ying took out a card and pushed it over silently.
Full, 1.2 million.
When the lady at the counter led him to swipe the card to fill in the information, his head was still dizzy.
She has never done a large-scale business with such a fast transaction speed in her life.
Lou Ying quickly filled in all the information.
Seeing that Lou Ying chose the "men's model", the lady at the counter changed his eyes again.
However, he hesitated when filling in the finger circumference data.
The lady at the counter has already restrained her nympho attitude and asked respectfully: "If you are not sure, you can ask me to measure it. The data of this custom ring should be accurate to the millimeter... "
Lou Ying shook his head: "No. I'm thinking about which finger to fill in."
The lady at the counter: "... Are you... engaged?" She couldn't imagine that a ring of this level was not intended for marriage.
Lou Ying: "No."
The lady at the counter: "Send a boyfriend?"
Lou Ying blushed a little, but didn't deny it: "I just think this is suitable, I just want to give him a gift."
The lady at the counter came up with an idea: "Then the left middle finger."
Lou Ying snorted, pressed the pen to his lips, and repeated, "Okay... left middle finger."
He wrote down a data accurate to the millimeter, and chose to rush it, adding another 30,000 yuan to it.
When he received the ring, Lou Ying didn't even know what he was anxious about.
He flipped through the identification certificate and laughed to himself.
As if he had the courage to send it out.
... As if he could use this ring to cover Chi Xiaochi for the next ten years.
Lou Ying threw the ring into the warehouse, but couldn't help sending the photo to Chi Xiaochi.
Chi Xiaochi decisively sent a comment: "It's very expensive."
Lou Ying didn't dare to say that he had already bought it: "It's still affordable. Like it?"
Chi Xiaochi asked, "Ask me what I like to do?"
Lou Ying didn't know where the impulse came from, so he rushed out: "I like it and I bought it for you."
As soon as the words were sent out, he immediately regretted it.
Chi Xiaochi was chatting with him a second ago, and he didn't even have a chance to withdraw.
For a stranger, he was overstepping the line.
Lou Ying was rarely in a hurry, afraid that Chi Xiaochi would block him in the next second.
While explaining in a panic, but the description became more and more dark, a thought suddenly appeared in Lou Ying's heart.
-Since you have made a mistake, it is better to keep making mistakes.
Lou Ying gradually pulled away from the panic, calmed down, and sent the sentence he had deleted countless times in the dialog box: "I'm Lou Ying."
Everything that followed was much smoother.
The boulder pressing on Lou Ying's heart disappeared. He patiently proved his identity to Chi Xiaochi over and over again until Chi Xiaochi said he wanted to meet him.
Lou Ying stopped and asked Lu Fan's opinion: "Can I meet him?"
As early as when he informed Chi Xiaochi of his identity, he informed Lu Fan of the incident at the same time.
Lu Fan is now his host, and he should respect his right to know.
"If I don't agree, wouldn't it be ruthless and ruthless?" Lu Fan's joking tone sounded a little stiff beyond words, "Go ahead."
Lou Ying pursed his lips and replied with hope: "Is there time at 7:30 this Sunday evening? The western restaurant on the TV tower, I'll wait for you."
For the next few days, Lou Ying was immersed in infinite joy.
Chi Xiaochi started chatting with him and asked him where he had been all these years.
Lou Ying kept the senior's advice in mind and didn't say the existence of the system: "You can understand that I work somewhere, and this time I'm here on a business trip. I can't say anything else, we need to keep it secret."
Such an explanation made Lou Ying feel pale.
Unexpectedly, Chi Xiaochi actually accepted: "Well, then I won't ask."
So good that Lou Ying wanted to hug and kiss him.
Lou Ying didn't forget to give him a vaccination: "After meeting you, I will leave and disappear. Don't worry. I will be back sooner or later."
Chi Xiaochi said, "I'll wait for you."
Lou Ying touched the short three words on the screen, not daring to give himself too much room for reverie: "It will waste you a long time."
"To live is to waste time." Chi Xiaochi replied, "I am willing to waste it on Brother Lou."
This sentence made Lou Ying feel sour and dizzy with the sweetness.
His family's Xiaochi is really good at talking.
Before going to see Chi Xiaochi, he put the encrypted disk into the melon seed bag, returned to the main god space, and gave it to his most trusted 089 for temporary storage.
Worrying that the virus that would invade at some point would wash out his memory of the password, he wrapped the memory fragments containing the inspiration that inspired him to design the password on the outer layer of the disk.
In order to prevent the disk from being discovered and cracked by others, he formed fragments of all related memories with Chi Xiaochi, which were also mixed in the outer layer of the disk, as a confusing item.
… He no longer remembers the content after that.
The intrusion of fragmented memories into Lou Ying's mind ends here.
Lou Ying recovered from the tearing headache, and found that the sky outside was completely dark.
He was lying on the bed in his hut, covered with a quilt properly, while Chi Xiaochi carried a small bench and sat beside his bed, his face buried in his arms, and his breathing was not very even and steady.
Lou Ying supported his slightly hot forehead, and reached out to touch Chi Xiaochi's hair.
Chi Xiaochi, who was not sinking in sleep, jumped up suddenly, wrinkled his face again, and slid down the edge of the bed with his waist supported and his face in pain.
Lou Ying was startled, and hurriedly supported him: "Don't be in such a hurry, take your time."
Chi Xiaochi grinned and was hugged by Lou Ying and sat down on the edge of the bed. He didn't forget to grab his arm and asked, "What's wrong with you? You have such a severe headache."
Lou Ying's voice was still hoarse when he woke up, and he gently rubbed his waist: "Scared you?"
Chi Xiaochi touched his forehead: "Scared to death. How do you feel now?"
Lou Ying grabbed his hand.
He asked in a low voice: "Sunday, at 7:30, the western restaurant on the TV tower. How long did you wait that day?"
Chi Xiaochi suddenly became mute.
He stared at Lou Ying, breathing a little faster.
…
In the main god space.
089 sorted out the relevant documents of the newly entered system and put them in the archives, and planned to go back to the duty room.
Today is his rotation.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, the system responsible for writing the report was taken away from the room by the person in charge of the security system.
He cried like a dead dog, desperately defending himself that he would not make mistakes in the future. I pray that the Lord God will let him go for the sake of his conscientiousness in the past, and don't let him do the work of recycling data garbage.
089 tilted his head to look at him.
Last time, the Lord God detained the eighth world line of his son and daughter-in-law privately and refused to give it to them, 089 played with him and made him submit an error in the safety report to the supervisory agency, which caused the supervisory agency to make another mistake. Once, a commissioner was sent to review their security situation, forcing the Lord God to return the world line to his daughter-in-law.
089 knows too much about the little belly of the Lord God.
Although it is an innate system, in the long process of evolution and emotional learning, he has become greedy and arrogant from being ruthless and ruthless, and will never let anyone who makes him unhappy.
Sure enough, this system just made a little mistake again, and the main god grabbed the braid and let it go directly to do the work of sorting data garbage, which all systems are unwilling to do.
With one hand in his trouser pocket, 089 watched the senior goddess being pulled away, with the same expression as the people around him, showing just the right amount of gregarious shock and gossip.
The scene that day was very similar to that of today.
It's just that the person who was accused of crimes for no reason and desperately wanted to defend himself was replaced.
089 remembers everything that happened that day.
On that day, both 023 and him were free. He was about to ask 023 to go out for dinner when he saw 061 who was forcibly escorted back to the interrogation room.
"I didn't send Chi Xiaochi any information about the system." In the face of the scumbag sent by the Lord God, Lou Ying tried to defend, "I strictly abide by the confidentiality regulations, I know how serious it is to leak system information without authorization, and it is impossible to do it knowingly."
"Strictly follow the rules?"
The other party sneered, called up the light screen, and took out a screenshot of the message.
The above is the chat interface between him and Chi Xiaochi, and a message is clearly displayed on it.
"I am now working in a place called Slag Attack Recovery System, and now I came to the world where you are in order to complete the task of assisting the host..."
Lou Ying saw the paragraph that did not exist at all. After being silent for more than ten seconds, he raised his head and said calmly: "I ask to see the source code of this data. I suspect that it has been tampered with."
The other party snapped down the screen and said sharply: "What do you mean? Do you still want to admit the evidence that is on the table?!"
Lou Ying said, "Why should I admit to something I haven't done?"
The other party laughed strangely: "You really don't cry when you don't see the coffin. Your host has reported you, saying that you are always keeping too close contact with non-mission objects these days. He agrees with you to see Chi Xiaochi, yes He was rubbed off by you, but after thinking about it, he still felt that it was inappropriate, and he hoped that you would return to him and not do your job. After an investigation, sure enough... tsk tsk, 061, you are really courageous."
After hearing who reported him, Lou Ying closed his eyes and looked sad for a moment.
He repeated his request: "I ask to see the source code of the data."
The other party has bowed his head and signed the interrogation report: "Don't expect to deny what you sent yourself, it's useless."
Lou Ying retreated and asked for the next best thing: "Then let me explain to Xiaochi."
The other party sneered: "Do you still want to reveal more secrets? You can't think about it."
"You asked me to stand outside for nine hours, watching him..." This indifferent response made Lou Yingyin's unbearable emotions burst out in an instant, his eyes were red with heartache, and his eyes were full of Chi Xiaochi smashing the wine bottle and holding him in his arms. The shadow of the suit leaving alone, "Isn't that enough?! I just wanted to explain to him—"
The opposite system put down the light pen and said with a smile: "Don't explain. You have no chance."
Shortly after the report was sent "in a few moments", the "formatted" penalty notice was issued.
089 and 023 have pleaded with the Lord God countless times, but they have not been able to prevent this ending.
After being pushed into the formatting machine and pressing the cleaning button, Lou Ying didn't even make a sound.
089 didn't know what kind of pain it was, or how strong he was to persevere. All he knew was that when he fell out of the formatting machine, he was soaked all over, with his hands on the ground, and after shaking for a while, he vomited. A mouthful of blood.
A gemstone ring in his palm also rolled out.
His lips slowly opened and closed, and in front of the thick black mist, a familiar figure ran towards him, and in front of him, there was an invisible dark iron door, which was slowly closing, and the person was to be locked. outside.
"Xiaochi." 089 heard Lou Ying let out a low hoarse moan, "...Xiaochi."
089 was horrified, just as he was about to cover his mouth, he heard a surprised high-pitched voice behind him: "He didn't wash it!"
The dog who was in charge of monitoring the "execution" immediately turned on the communicator: "Boss, 061 is not formatted cleanly!"
023's face changed, and he rushed to beat him: "You are fucking sick!!"
Under the call of the dogleg, the main god in human form came to the cleaning room.
That was the first time 089 saw the appearance of the Lord God.
He came to Lou Ying, looked down at him for a moment, and found that after his open lips were silently reciting whose name, he raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, and gave an extremely cold instruction: "Wash again."
Lou Ying, who had lost his mind, was no longer able to fight the sharp pain that his brain was about to be crushed.
The dull and painful cry could not be suppressed, and a sound came from the room, tearing people's hearts into pain.
... The dark door in his mind finally closed with a bang.
And 023 and 089 were also kicked out of the cleaning room.
023 was lying in 089's arms, his eyes and eyes were red: "I want to kill him! Kill that bastard! Don't stop me!"
089 covered his ears: "Okay, okay. I remember, I will find a way to get him."
023 cried in his voice: "You fool, what can you do?"
089's voice was very soft, soothing him: "There will always be a way."
023 gradually realized his powerlessness, and helplessly raised his hand and punched 089's chest twice.
089 supported him and squatted with him outside the door of the cleaning room.
023 asked: "When he comes out, will no one know him."
"Ok."
"Did he even remember us... even Chi Xiaochi?"
"Well," 089 said, "maybe we can meet them again."
"No." 023 shook his head immediately, "No. It's not because of Chi Xiaochi this time—as long as it happens to Chi Xiaochi, he won't be him anymore."
After speaking, 023's emotions became intense again: "Why did he tell Chi Xiaochi about the system?! Is he mentally ill?!"
089 closed his eyes and did not deny 023's words.
He had better fully believe in this rhetoric of the Lord God. Otherwise, the Lord God will turn his attention to them sooner or later.
023 huddled in 089's arms, and asked 089 with a trembling voice: "I can't tell him about Chi Xiaochi. During this time...let him forget it's best, wait...when he's going back, we'll tell him."
089 tightly held the ring he just picked up from Lou Ying's hand, and the palm of his hand was sore.
There was a palpitating cold light in his eyes, but he hid it well and didn't let 023 see: "Well. Don't tell him."
…
Time goes back to the present.
089 leaned against the wall, took a lollipop lazily, unpacked it, and put it in his mouth.
Until the dogleg disappeared in front of him, 089 was still looking at the direction he left.
089 didn't wear work clothes today, and the size of the sweater was relatively large, which loosely accentuated the outline of the collarbone and the slender neckline. He leaned against the wall, squinting, and a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Someone greeted him not far away: "89, I'm here to draw lots."
089 was holding sugar, and as soon as he turned his head, a heartless smile appeared on his face: "Here we come!"
He promised to be diligent, but he moved slowly, swaying towards his office step by step, enjoying himself.
Lou Ying has re-acquainted with Chi Xiaochi and is currently in good emotional condition. The ring that Lou Ying didn't send out, he had already handed it over to 023 for safekeeping and could return it at any time.
He returned the disk, and he believed that Chi Xiaochi would be able to crack it soon.
As for 023, he also entrusted Lou Ying to take care of him.
He did his best for everything that could be arranged and boosted.
Now, he just needs to prepare for his own return.
… After the lottery was drawn this time, he only had more than 170 tasks left.