Nan Zhou was slightly startled.
His eyes focused on a piece of seawater swaying in front of him, as if recalling.
The sea in front of him is a mirror, which can clearly reflect his own face.
Occasionally there are fine ripples, which are also like the spasms from the depths of the sea in a very still state.
The whole ocean is waiting for Nanzhou's answer.
This is what confuses Nan Zhou the most.
- His answer should be "no".
In never town, he is the only person with a clear consciousness, and there is no existence that can be called a friend.
Later, when the world opens up unexpectedly, he loses a memory.
When he woke up on the bus, he was with Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang.
They are all very good, but they are still a little far from "friends".
Although Jiang Fang seemed to want it, Nan Zhou had not yet thought about whether to accept Jiang Fang as his friend.
And the rules of the game are very clear.
The questions asked by the sea of memory are all read and confirmed that they can answer them.
It seems that it is accustomed to use quantitative data to assess human emotions.
Nan Zhou's memory has always been very good, and he is also a person who is good at quantifying his emotions with various standards and data.
But the current problem is that in his memory, there is a lack of quite important, objective and reference data.
In other words, if he wants to score points, I am afraid he needs to answer blindly.
Nan Zhou placed the glass bottle firmly by his side.
"What is the standard of intimacy?" he asked.
The little mermaid replied: "It could be anything. The Sea of Memory will assess whether your memory is correct or not.
Nan Zhou: "Why should we trust its assessment?"
Little Mermaid: "The Sea of Memory is objective and does not lie."
Nan Zhou confirmed: "Will you not lie?"
Little Mermaid: "Yes."
Nan Zhou: "Then what's the happiest thing that my same-sex friend and I have done together?"
Little Mermaid: "… "
Nan Zhou: "It doesn't verify, how can I trust it won't lie?"
Little Mermaid: "… "
Seeing that the little mermaid kept her mouth tightly shut and did not intend to answer, Nan Zhou did not continue to press on.
He also knew that the authenticity of the memory evaluation by the Sea of Memory was the most fundamental setting of the game's character functions, just as the full moon could restrain him in all directions.
If you can manipulate the authenticity of the evaluation results, then the players will not show up at all and have the absolute right to judge them in the "Sea of Memory". White rat.
Game balance is gone.
The only question is, how do they use their memory to fit the ruler of the sea of memory.
Nan Zhou changed the question: "How can the sea of memory know the content of my memory?"
The little mermaid explained again: "The rock you are on is the center."
Nan Zhou: "Oh."
He put his fingertips on the head of his hippocampus-shaped rock, groped for a while, pinched the corner of the rock with his slender fingertips, and exerted a little force—
A click.
Seahorse's head said goodbye to his body.
Little Mermaid: "… "
The little beauty was stunned.
Reefs are like some kind of very repairing creatures that grow in place in no time.
Nan Zhou threw the seahorse head in his hand into the depths of the sea, and repeated the same trick, breaking the head of the seahorse.
Sea of Memory: "… "
… do you owe money
The thin-skinned little mermaid did not repeat this sentence.
Nan Zhou is indeed in debt.
He simply hates being peeped at him without consultation.
While fighting against the seahorse back to the rock provided by the sea of memory, he chatted with the little mermaid: "How long until dawn?"
The little mermaid looked up and faced the bright moonlight: "It's summer now."
Nan Zhou also raised his head with her, locating the trajectory of the moon: "Ah. There are still 4 to 5 hours until the end of the game."
The little mermaid, who is familiar with marine weather, gave an accurate time: "It's 5 hours."
After listening to Nan Zhou mentioning the time, Li Yinhang realized that Nan Zhou frowned unobtrusively when he answered.
Just now, her attention was completely drawn to the question.
It was probably due to the habit of thinking developed in her student days. As soon as the question came to her, she subconsciously answered it, but she forgot that the time limit for answering each question was 15 minutes.
She bit her lip regretfully.
The little mermaid clearly stipulated that the time for the end of the game is dawn.
Whether you know the answer or not, you should use the drag-and-drop tactic.
In order to delay time, Nan Zhou even asked how the little mermaid usually hunts in the sea.
The little mermaid is also a warm-hearted, answering question.
Time passed with the waves.
Jiang Fang on the side was also silently choking time, waiting for the answer.
He knew that Nan Zhou no longer remembered his past self.
So he didn't know what Nan Zhou would say.
Jiang Fang was only worried that he was wrong.
In addition to this worry, it is like a weed, growing a little bit of expectation.
Answering the countdown, the little mermaid looked at him with a hint of wordless urging and concentration.
After receiving the signal released by the little mermaid, Nan Zhouka gave his answer before the end of the answering time: "I am with him, the happiest thing is..."
Nan Zhou paused: "He hugged me and bit my neck."
Li Yinhang: "..."
After reacting, she hurriedly looked up at the sky and pretended not to hear anything.
The boss is indeed the boss.
Their LED light bulbs are almost growing by their side, and they can still find time to do such wild things.
Jiang Fang lowered his head and tightened his palms.
The little mermaid closed her eyes and listened to the reply from the sea of memory.
After more than ten seconds, she opened her bright eyes again and nodded gently: "Yes. The answer is correct."
Nan Zhou calmly said "Huh" in his heart.
… it really does.
He was ready to pay the price.
He unconsciously raised his hand and counted the teeth marks on the back of his neck through the thin cloth.
This bite mark is the most special and untraceable trace left on Nanzhou's body.
He had speculated about the origin of the bite marks.
Either he has made a grudge against someone, or with whom he has made love.
According to common sense, it is impossible for him to easily expose such a vulnerable position to anyone.
Those who can leave wounds here, even if they are not friends, are very close people.
Nan Zhou believes that it contains a different kind of emotion.
Maybe that person hated and loved to the extreme, so he was so cruel that he could not wait to tear him apart.
But because he couldn't remember which end of the hatred and love, Nan Zhou could only gamble.
He guessed what the scene was like when he took a bite, and what kind of mood he should be in, but once he thought about it, the muscles around his body tightened, as if a thin blue velvet wrapped around the body and kept closing. Feel.
Slight itching, slight tenderness, slight breathlessness, but very comfortable.
Nan Zhou thought that if he could be bitten on the neck by someone so concerned, at that moment, he who always wanted to have a friend should be happy.
He didn't notice that Jiang Fang's fingers on one side touched his lips.
The slender index finger tapped the corner of his lips.
There seemed to be a faint bloody smell in his mouth again.
He knew that Nan Zhou was speculating based on the remnants of his body.
However, that memory was not so good for Jiang Fang.
The rafting bottle enters the water, spins freely, and picks the next answerer.
The mouth of the bottle was aimed at Li Yinhang again.
The question this time is: "What are your three biggest fears?"
… Li Yinhang was speechless.
She is afraid of a lot of things, just the flying southern cockroaches, wasps, snakes and toads, and she can do it internally.
Li Yinhang spent fifteen minutes to verify his memory and organize his language as concisely as possible.
She replied: "The death of all people or things."
"No money."
"Ghost."
After listening to the answer from the sea, the little mermaid said regretfully, "It's wrong."
"You fear all death."
"You are afraid of not having money."
"You are afraid that you will drag others down because of your inability to do anything, but even so, you are still powerless."
The voice fell, and the puppet-like numbness extended to the roots of Li Yinhang's thighs.
Two consecutive losses, coupled with the final conclusion, made Li Yinhang's mentality explode in an instant.
This game does not require them to consume any physical strength, and does not require them to hide, escape, or run.
Or rather, they have nowhere to run.
Memories are rooted in their brains.
Real fear and fear are also deeply rooted there.
She could only use her fingertips to hold the rocks covered with tiny holes under her.
The icy sea water continued to flow along the hole, touching her palm, making her breathing faster and faster, and her body trembled slightly with the rhythm of the waves.
The ears were full of the sharp roar of the tides, and the gravitational pull of the moon that was constantly rotating above their heads was pulling her heart tide, and it was turbulent.
Until she heard Nan Zhou's voice as cold as the moon.
"No." Nan Zhou said, "You won't drag anyone down, and you won't be much behind."
"As long as you give me a hand, you'll catch up."
Li Yinhang opened his eyes in a trance and found the fourth bottle floating on the water, the mouth of which was still aimed at Nanzhou.
Nan Zhou picked up the bottle and placed the two empty glass bottles side by side.
The rustling sound of unfolding the note, accompanied by Nan Zhou's faint voice talking to her, gave an inexplicable peace of mind.
Li Yinhang resisted the warmth in his eyes, sorted out his mood obediently, and worked hard to prepare for the next problem that would come at any time.
The question from the bottle that Nan Zhou drew was: "Who is the opposite sex that impresses you the most?"
Since it's not a name, then this question is not difficult for Nan Zhou to answer.
After a full fifteen minutes, Nan Zhou gave the answer.
"There was a lady who planted an apple tree for me," he said.
However, when the answer was given, Nan Zhou clearly felt the numbness spreading up from the bottom of his feet.
He couldn't help but stare at his gradually wooden legs, looking confused.
"No," said the little mermaid, "no."
Nan Zhou: "...What's the answer?"
Little Mermaid: "It's your sister."
Nan Zhou opened his mouth, trying to refute something.
He admits that his sister did have a big impact on his life.
She died because of herself after all.
But in terms of "impressive", no matter what factors are combined, the younger sister should not take precedence over Ms. Apple Tree.
The younger sister is a fake family member he has long realized.
The Apple Tree Lady was the first real life he saw in his long lonely life.
The heartbeat at that moment was like a drum, which could not be replicated at any moment in his life.
Although he only glanced at it, until now, he can still use the tip of the pen to outline the smile on the lips of Lady Apple Tree.
The status of Lady Apple Tree in his heart was only slightly worse than that of a friend.
However, when the words reached his lips, he swallowed back.
Nan Zhou rubbed his stiff calf, opened the subject, object, and attribute in the drifting bottle one by one, thinking about the reason for his wrong answer word by word.
The final foothold falls on two words.
"Most Impressive".
and "heterosexual".
He couldn't help but start thinking about a new question he had never considered before:
—Ms. Apple Tree, is that "Ms"
When the drifting bottle was rotated for the fifth time, the mouth of the bottle finally aimed at Jiang Fang for the first time.
So far, they have answered four questions, and nearly 50 minutes have passed.
There are still four hours and ten minutes before dawn.
There are only three people participating in the game, Jiang Fang has not been drawn until now, and his luck is not bad.
He leaned over to pick up the drifting bottle that was swimming towards him, flicked the water droplets from the bottle, and took out the answer sheet.
Seeing the question written in black and white, Jiang Fang blinked, the corners of his mouth pursed, and his cheeks flushed red.
Without saying a word, his expression already contained a thousand words of dialogue, betraying the heart of an extremely rational and utilitarian.
Nan Zhou: "What's the problem?"
His tone was strangely difficult, and he read out the question on the paper: "The first time you were jealous... why?"
Li Yinhang: "..."
Why did the painting style change when we arrived at Jiang Fang? :,