In the test server office, the supervisor looked at the returned picture, closed his eyes and pondered for a while.
Very dodgy conditions.
Although this human being code-named Jiang Fang still does not know the existence of high-dimensional, he may have touched the edge of the truth.
On the original abandoned dungeon, Gaowei took over "Gravity" as the basis of the world view, and constructed a large-scale dungeon world.
Jiang Fang guessed that "Gravity" would not end there based on the constantly improving game system.
Its game territory will inevitably expand, eventually extending to ordinary humans.
So he said it very slickly, between the lines, that is, he refused to be thrown into other games, just tested "Gravity", and never left this game circle where he was already familiar with the basic rules, and asked them to put Nanzhou Take it back to him and complete that inevitable "reunion" with him.
But what's the use of this little cleverness
At that time, the supervisor didn't think Jiang Fang could make any waves.
What he saw was an ant, with tentacles swaying recklessly, clamoring to fight them.
If the windmill had life, Don Quixote, who was holding a tattered spear to fight it, would probably be in the same mood as the supervisor.
… ridiculous.
With Jiang Fang, who looked at him calmly and didn't realize that he was funny, Mr. Manager suddenly had an interesting idea.
"I have a great idea," he told his fellow researchers.
The supervisor narrowed his eyes, and his tone was obviously deeply intoxicated by the whims of his own hand.
…
Nan Zhou's body had nothing to rely on, swaying and swaying, as if it was a purposeless boat release in the sparse galaxy glow.
Like his body, his mind opened up a piece of duckweed in the vast world.
However, Nan Zhou always felt that there was a thread of thought entangling him, and he never let him go completely free.
Before realizing the meaning of the thread, he was the first to murmur, "Brother Fang..."
This self-talk made him suddenly fall from the dream, fell heavily, and his body suddenly bounced off the ground.
A tree, a field, and a rotting red sunset.
The scene on his side was exactly the same as that on Jiang Fang's side.
But there is no Jiang Fang here, only he is alone.
Nan Zhou raised his hand and stroked his chest.
The blood was still fresh and warm, but the pain in his chest had disappeared. This is a good thing.
Before he lost consciousness, the inferior shrapnel had been rubbed open in his internal organs, and with the movement of blood vessels and muscles, it had cut open every part of his internal organs.
Suddenly, a small, warm body suddenly jumped on his shoulders, with a "chirp" in surprise.
Nan Zhou couldn't figure out the situation in front of him, but he still took the initiative to touch the fur on the top of his forehead.
"… Antarctica?"
Nanji Xing followed Jiang Fang back to the church synchronously.
He thought that Jiang Fang would bring Nan Zhou out soon, so he stood outside vigilantly and became a small security guard, trying to make up for the troubles he had caused by snoozing and playful these days.
Later, Jiang Fang did appear.
... but with Nan Zhou's body.
Before Nanji Xing could recover from this nightmare-like shock, Jiang Fang began to talk to himself in the sky, as if insane.
Strangely, with his words, Jiang Fang's figure slowly disappeared into the air.
After Jiang Fang disappeared for no reason, Nanjixing stumbled down the tree, rushed forward and bumped into Nan Zhoushang's warm body without thinking.
He crouched beside Nan Zhou in a trance, raised his small paws, and touched his face lightly.
The tiny claws were quickly stained with blood.
And Nan Zhou didn't have any intention to respond to him.
A dull and unfamiliar pain swept through the heart of Nanyang Star.
The pain drove him into a frenzy.
He bit Nan Zhou's cuff and shook his head violently, trying to wake him up.
- You are not allowed to sleep! stand up!
Nan Zhou did not move.
He no longer closed his eyes and flicked his forehead with his index finger when he was disturbing him to sleep.
Nanjixing was biting his cuff with tears in his eyes, and when the six gods had no masters, an irresistible force dragged Nanzhou and Nanjixing into chaos.
…
After comforting the almost stressed Nanzhou Xing, Nan Zhou tried to stand up while supporting the tree.
At this moment, from the sky like Rotten Tomatoes, a pair of eyelids suddenly popped open, revealing huge pupils.
Behind this grand visual spectacle is Mr. Supervisor with a loudspeaker in his hand.
With a clear voice, he said leisurely, "Mr. Nanzhou, congratulations on getting here. You have the opportunity to receive a wish reward."
Nan Zhou frowned suspiciously.
Faced with such good luck, he humbly asked, "Why? I'm obviously dead."
Mr. Supervisor: "..."
Nan Zhou's reaction was too bland, it could be said that he did not please him.
It stands to reason that if you escape from death and get another chance to make a wish, you should seize it first, and then ask other questions, right
But Mr. Supervisor was not discouraged.
His God's perspective is enough for him to make up similar lies.
"Because Jiang Fang saved you. He did the same thing as the character, Pastor Keith, he summoned the demon Amy and gave you his life force for free. Congratulations, Mr. Nan Zhou, you have become the only one passer."
Nan Zhou lowered his head.
Mr. Supervisor pointed the camera at Nan Zhou, eager to see the panic, frustration and pain on his face, and looked forward to the result after his good manners.
Nan Zhou's guilt will definitely drive him to make the choice he wants.
In this way, the self who has taken the initiative can propose the creative "price" to him.
When Nanji Xing heard his fart, he was so anxious that he screamed.
- He's talking nonsense! Jiang Fang clearly disappeared on his own!
After more than ten seconds, Nan Zhou raised his head.
He said calmly: "You're lying. I'm dying so fast that he won't have time. Besides, if he does, he should be in my body by now."
Mr. Supervisor: "..."
Before he could think of his next rhetoric, Nan Zhouqing asked in a cold voice, "So, what do you want me to do?"
The supervisor cheered himself up and lowered his voice: "...do you have any wishes?"
Nan Zhou said, "I want all the team members to come back to me."
"What price are you willing to pay for this?"
"Why should I pay the price?" Nan Zhou asked back, "You said that I am the last person to live and enjoy the reward. Since it is a reward, why should there be a price?"
The supervisor said proudly: "I'm sorry to tell you that your wish is not so valuable. You can only exchange an odd number of lives at most, and, even if you want to exchange one person, you must pay a certain price to fill the middle. difference."
Nan Zhou: "That's it."
Nan Zhou: "Then why do you want to call rewards for strong buying and strong selling?"
Mr. Supervisor snorted lightly from his nose.
In fact, he was already very unhappy.
The civilization they are in created the earth and this vast universe of galaxies.
They are the creators of the earth, and Nanzhou is a low-level creature born from the pen of low-level creatures, and it is the most despicable thing.
Who would treat such a low-level NPC as an equal and bargaining object
Mr. Supervisor said, "You may not do it."
Nan Zhou shrugged: "You didn't give me another choice."
"I want Brother Fang to come back to me." After confirming that the other party was not good, Nan Zhou still did not stop at all, changed his wish, and asked, "What price do you want?"
… finally introducing themes.
The manager chuckled lightly: "I want your memory.... Don't worry, I don't care about the rest, as long as you have all the memories related to Jiang Fang."
This time, Nan Zhou was really surprised: "Why?"
Mr. Supervisor gave a high-sounding reason: "We have always been interested in you. You have been living in a closed space without any emotional response since you were born. How can you develop feelings in such a situation? Therefore, your memory related to Jiang Fang is of considerable research value for us."
Nan Zhou said with reasonable doubt: "However, if you erase all my memories of Brother Fang, it means that I will forget everything that happened during this time, including the wish itself. What should you do if you go back on it?"
Mr. Supervisor: "..."
If he had lungs, he would probably have exploded by now.
Now, Jiang Fang's wish has come true.
They were on the verge of life and death and picked up Nanzhou.
He came to deceive Nan Zhou, a typical white wolf with empty gloves.
But he didn't bother to fool a guinea pig.
He just wanted to make the game more interesting, but Nan Zhou's reaction made him want to kill this person again.
The supervisor refused to answer Nan Zhou's question.
But Nan Zhou couldn't wait for a long time to hear back, so he buried his head and meditated quietly.
He didn't believe this strange eye that popped up halfway.
Besides, if I say goodbye to Jiang Fang without a memory, and I am still not a real person, is it worth it to say "goodbye"
Soon, Nan Zhou got his answer.
... Bet everything, and see him again, how can you say it's not worth it.
"Okay." He said, "Okay, I will use my memory for the chance to meet him again."
He added: "I want it as soon as possible."
Those strange eyes narrowed their smile slightly because they succeeded: "Okay. The transaction was successful."
Nan Zhou leaned against the tree and sat down gently.
He didn't take advantage of this last time to review all his memories after meeting Jiang Fang.
He looked at his wrist, and the scene when Jiang Fang took him to the "Paper Gold" bar appeared in his mind.
At that time, he said that he liked the blue morpho butterfly tattooed on the DJ's arm.
Jiang Fang told him that it was very painful, and all the patterns had to be punctured with a small needle with ink.
He drew a chrysalis on his right wrist and prayed, "Nanzhou, it will become a butterfly when it meets someone you really like."
…
Now, right now.
Nan Zhou dipped the still-dry blood on his clothes and drew a butterfly on his right wrist.
He leaned his head back on the hard bark and asked himself in his heart, "When will I become a butterfly?"
… He actually turned into a butterfly a long time ago.
When he was beside Jiang Fang, when he was holding his hand, and when he was sleeping beside him, Nan Zhou only felt like there was an entire nest of butterflies, living a gorgeous spring in his stomach.
And when his thoughts fell into romantic reverie, a mass of parsed data slowly uprooted from his mind.
The figure belonging to Jiang Fang slowly sank in Nan Zhou's memory.
The process of retrieving memory is complicated.
High-dimensional people must first encode part of Nan Zhou's memory, screen out his brain in an orderly manner, and then purify higher-dimensional data after passing through the low-level data network of "Universal Gravity".
After the agitation, Nanji Xing also calmed down.
He has been standing beside Nan Zhou, not knowing what to think.
And when the complete data group got out of the Nanzhou boat and started to optimize, Nanji Star suddenly moved.
He rushed over with all his might, and the small figure flashed through the radiant light group, and after it flew into the air, it was like a glider out of control. , a small cloud of dust rose up.
No one knows that the absolute low-level creature in the eyes of this high-dimensional person seems to be futile and funny, and in an instant, using its ability to data creatures, re-engraved the extracted memory, and put himself Resolutely everything is two.
Half with Nan Zhou's memory, and with his violent and indifferent self, he broke into the turbulent flow of data and hibernated himself.
The other half of him stayed by Nan Zhou's side.
He obviously fell into a mess, but he retained all his tenderness and loyalty for him.
The fantastic adventure of the little honey glider begins here.
But at this time, no one knew what he paid.
Even Nan Zhou didn't know.
When the strange eyes closed, Nan Zhou sat blankly in the wilderness that had returned to normal, looking at the sky, the South Pole Star, and himself.
He thought, why am I here
Nan Zhou remembered that a group of people suddenly came to the town of Yongwu, which had been visited by players for a long time.
And he sat on the roof of the room where the group was hiding, chasing the apple he had dropped, and jumping onto the balcony.
Nan Zhou touched every corner of his body, but he never found anything that could remind and inspire him.
At the moment when the wish transaction was reached, his system was confiscated, and his body, except for the clothes, did not exist.
All he had left was a comatose Antarctica star, which fell to the ground in disarray.
He carried the South Pole Star in his arms, while watching the surroundings vigilantly.
There was no trace of people, only the sound of the wind was left, which was very similar to the state of mind that he was in at the moment.
… Only the blood butterfly on his wrist reminded him that he must have had an unusual adventure.
Nan Zhou stared blankly at the dried blood on his wrist.
After the blood has dried, it will fall off.
In the great confusion and anxiety, Nan Zhou instinctively wanted to keep it.
After he opened his eyes, it was the first thing he saw that wasn't his original self.
It looks like a token.
… a butterfly of unknown origin.
A love of unknown origin.
He lowered his head and took a golden pin from his neckline.
He remembered where he had heard that using a needle to quench ink could make a beautiful tattoo.
But in which book did he read it, Nan Zhou had already forgotten.
He just wanted an eternal butterfly, a long-lasting reminder of the long, strange adventure he had been through.
Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou were waiting at the relay station where they met.
They sat with their backs against the east and west sides of the same tree.
Obviously in the same scene, but in a completely different time and space.
Jiang Fang, who was under the tree in the east, closed his eyes and let the long wind ruffle his loose silver hair.
After Nan Zhou under the tree on the west side had his memory removed, his mind was chaotic and his mind was in a trance. Only a vague belief supported him, and 5127 needles were stabbed on his nerve-rich wrist.
A black butterfly the size of a coin spread its wings on his wrist.
He was sitting under the same tree with him, the vines were tangled and the roots were entangled.
They don't know each other.
…
Holding Nanzhou's memory in his hand, Mr. Supervisor is content.
Although the process was a little tortuous, the result was a happy one.
He proudly showed off his erudition to his two subordinates: "Do they two look like the classic tragedy "The Gift of the Maggie"?"
Recently, researcher a, who is also studying earth culture, wants to deny the boss's opinion.
In his opinion, "The Gift of the Maggie" is not a tragedy.
But he thought about it and wisely chose to shut up.
Another researcher b, who did not know much about earth literature, asked curiously: "What kind of story is that?"
"It's nothing, it's not worth the time to read, it's just a story about a pair of idiots. A poor couple who want to give each other gifts, but don't open their mouths to ask each other what they need, leading to a stupid result."
The supervisor said with a very ironic disgust: "I don't know what kind of low-level creature it is, and will treat such a story as a classic."
Researcher a tried to change the subject: "How do we satisfy Jiang Fang's wish and turn him into a luminous charm?"
The supervisor asked directly: "Are you an idiot?"
Only a fool will create another light charm.
The NPCs like Guangmei have obvious shortcomings, but in the non-full moon night, whether it is physical fitness or reflexes, they are all bugs.
Why did they need to create another monster
The supervisor said: "Since Jiang Fang wants 'the same life form', then give him the identity of a humanoid NPC."
Researcher b asked: "So, how will their encounter be arranged?"
Mr. Supervisor: "After the server is officially launched, arrange for them to enter the arena in the second half to ensure that they do not have a chance to compete for the first place in the regional server. Then, give them an interesting trial copy."
With a smile, he played with the memories of Nanzhou in his palm, squeezed the soft gray ball of light a few times like a ball, and then threw it into the data garbage station, letting that precious memory be strangled in the turbulent flow of the garbage station. middle.
"Don't they both like to be smart?" he sneered mockingly, "Okay, I'll give them this chance."
"what do you mean… "
"Nan Zhou doesn't have any memory about Jiang Fang now. The memory extraction has also caused serious damage to his spirit. This effect will disappear unless he leaves that place."
"So, after the server was officially launched and he entered the dungeon, for Nan Zhou, he just stayed in the town and suddenly landed here."
The supervisor gestured excitedly: "At that time, I need a confined space, a time limit, a link where players doubt each other and attack each other, and a game of life where guessing is wrong - if Nanzhou is really smart, then He will definitely find that Jiang Fang, like him, is also an 'outsider'."
"Then Nan Zhou will personally send Jiang Fang to die."
"Think about it, Jiang Fang gave up his identity and saved Nan Zhou; Nan Zhou also gave up his memory in order to save him. As a result, Nan Zhou killed Jiang Fang the first time they met—"
The supervisor was overwhelmed by his genius idea, and said with great enthusiasm, "This is the wonderful and interesting 'Gift of Maggie', isn't it?"
The author has something to say: "Maggie's Gift" - referring to the beautiful love story of cuddling on the waist and then being handcuffed together at the first meeting.