It is rare for "Nanzhou" to concentrate, without thinking about anything, take a look at {Jiang Fang}, then use the moon as a lamp to fill in a stroke of light and shadow on the paper.
He was trying hard to imagine what it would be like to walk under the sun with him and with [Nanzhou].
{Jiang Fang} quietly looked at the "Nanzhou".
The moonlight is thick, and the moonlight is like a stream, hitting his brow bone, making him have the urge to reach out and gently wipe it for him.
But his fingers on the roof tile just curled a few times, and after making a slight noise, he stopped on his own.
Paintings can be successfully completed with just a few strokes.
Seeing that there were still about ten minutes left, "Nanzhou" was no longer in such a hurry, and asked him, "Who do you want to visit again?"
He was referring to {Nanzhou}.
【Nanzhou】will go to see his 【Jiang Fang】, he thought that {Jiang Fang} will do the same.
{Jiang Fang} did not intend to leave.
"Nanzhou" was a little surprised and looked up at him.
"You were right before." He explained his state of mind calmly, "I'm afraid he is also a monster. So I never see him at night."
"He rescued me and took me in when he was a child, and I have honestly lived many more years. If he is a monster, he is one of the monsters that killed my parents, and we are both clear; if he is not, I He has also protected him for so many years... We are still in the clear."
"Nanzhou" did not expect {Jiang Fang} to say this, and said in surprise: "I thought you..."
{Jiang Fang} interface: "...like him?"
"Nanzhou" nodded in confusion.
Every Jiangfang should have a Nanzhou, and he has always believed in this.
What's more, {Jiang Fang} clearly cares about {Nanzhou}.
When he thought he was him, {Jiang Fang} almost went crazy and thought of dying with him.
Later, he still didn't allow himself to moan with the voice of {Nanzhou}...
{Jiang Fang} had already guessed through all the thoughts in his mind.
"I care about him because I only have him. If there is only one cat or a doll left in this world, you will care about it too."
{Jiang Fang} fixedly looked at him and said, "...Who would like a dummy?"
"Nanzhou" felt a little throbbing in his heart, and a little pity was suddenly felt.
"Nanzhou" spent 23 years alone in a small town, and it goes without saying how much loneliness and distress he suffered during this period.
However, because he voluntarily became a "light charm", at least he didn't have to wait to be slaughtered.
But {Jiang Fang}, because his parents died of monsters, would never allow himself to be in the company of monsters, and "come in with Guangmei", so these years, he has struggled to survive in the cracks, and he has worked harder than himself and [Nanzhou]. Much more.
{Jiang Fang}, while "Nanzhou" was in a daze, spotted him and swallowed an unspoken sentence.
... It's obviously the same face, but, he knows, it's very different.
"Nanzhou" finished the finishing work and showed him the finished painting.
{Jiang Fang} didn't show much interest, so he took it over and planned to browse it.
But when he found that the person in the painting was similar to himself, his heart beat a few times.
On his face, he remained calm, finished the picture, and returned it to "Nanzhou". At the same time, he expressed his approval in a succinct manner: "It's good."
"Nanzhou" tore off the sketch and put it in the warehouse.
He just hoped that someone in the world would not forget them.
Someone can remember that they have lived, and that is the best.
Since he shares the warehouse with the real Nanzhou, perhaps he can also use the warehouse to send this painting to the world he will never reach.
He put the painting away and took out the dagger.
In his memory, the dagger was snatched from the cannon fodder Qin Yadong when he reunited with the real Jiang Fang.
Now, it is the key to end this infinite pain and send Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang back together again.
"Nanzhou" is not afraid of death, just that Jiang Fang can't find his Nanzhou.
"Nanzhou" used the tip of a dagger to search for a position on his neck and pressed it a few times, finding the most deadly place.
Seeing that {Jiang Fang} didn't speak, he still felt a little guilt in his heart.
"Beyond the world, there must be a new world." "Nanzhou" comforted him, "We will go to another place, where we will meet [Nanzhou], and there may be many others who have made the same choice as us. The characters are there. You'll have new companions and you won't be so alone."
"Sounds like a garbage dump." {Jiang Fang} sneered, "Also, where can there be such an infatuated fool as you."
Knowing that he is not stupid, "Nanzhou" didn't consciously feel ridiculed, and only said to him in the first half of his sentence: "It may also be a new home."
{Jiang Fang}: "Then hold your hand. Don't... get lost."
He stretched out his hands and held Nan Zhou's hands respectively.
The temperature passed from his palm was unusually warm, with a reassuring power.
There are only the last three minutes left before the forced termination of this small copy.
"Nanzhou" wanted to raise his hands, but realized that the pulse gates of his hands were all tightly held by {Jiang Fang}'s seemingly tender action, and could not be released.
He struggled twice, but couldn't get out of the shackles of his hands.
Under the full moon, I can't compare with {Jiang Fang} in comparison of strength alone.
"Nanzhou" sighed lightly, but was not surprised or anxious.
When you wake up from a dream, it's like seeing the mayfly of Yelu, who lives and dies, and no one can accept such a worm-like fate.
"Nanzhou" knew that it was not so easy for him to persuade {Jiang Fang}.
It's just that he wants to know what else {Jiang Fang} is reluctant to let go of.
"... Brother Fang."
Facing this face, he naturally called out this title.
"You still won't let me go?"
"I don't believe that there is any other place in this world where we can hide. I don't believe anyone's guarantee." {Jiang Fang}'s voice was firm and firm, and his hands were even more forceful like iron, choking "Nanzhou"'s wrist. With a bang, "...I don't believe that you can get any good results by self-mutilation - if you wipe your neck, even in that world, I will only get a corpse."
Only two and a half minutes left.
150 seconds.
"Nanzhou" knew that he was right: "Then you..."
What he said next, he didn't say it, and he couldn't say it.
Because {Jiang Fang} grabbed the dagger from his palm, and when the dagger fell to the ground, he locked his wrists with one hand, and the other hand went up, strangling his neck.
Nan Zhou's neck is very thin, and he can completely control his breathing with just one slap. With a little pinch, a large swath of red seeps out from the edge of his palm print.
{Jiang Fang} crushed him on the roof, pinched his neck with a raspy sound, and said in a warm tone, "If I want to kill you, I have to come in person."
"Nan Zhou" couldn't breathe, so he got out of the control of his other hand and reached out to grab his wrist, only to find that his pulse was beating very fast, which did not match the calmness on his face.
At this juncture of life and death, he actually immediately guessed what {Jiang Fang} wanted to do.
Under the circumstance that the oxygen was completely isolated, he wanted to speak, but there was nothing he could do.
With the rapid loss of air in the lungs, the light and shadow in front of "Nanzhou" changed rapidly, and the hanging moon in the sky also became flickering, like a huge light bulb with poor contact.
It's not all hallucination.
… The game world read that the core character "Nanzhou"'s health was rapidly draining and became unstable.
{Jiang Fang} refused to waste time looking for {Nanzhou}, but wanted to stay by the side of "Nanzhou" and find such a rare method of reconciliation for him.
Those high-dimensional people only need "Nanzhou" to die, but they don't have to really die.
"Nanzhou" cuts his throat, and he will surely die, but if it is just through suffocation, causing temporary shock and cardiac arrest, then maybe... there is still a chance to turn around.
As "Nanzhou"'s body twitched, {Jiang Fang} leaned down, pressed his hand to his ear, and said softly, "Hey, if the world doesn't collapse, and that Nanzhou gets the ticket, I will Rescue you; if the world collapses and we are all gone, you must remember, I killed you, and you must remember me as firmly as you remember him."
"Nanzhou" could not reply.
He just gently stroked the fingers holding {Jiang Fang}'s wrist twice, Quan replied.
{Jiang Fang}'s skin was churned by his touch, and her cheeks flushed slightly: "Little liar. Who trusts you. You must be scolding me in your heart."
"Nanzhou" answered him in his heart:
I did not lie to you.
When this past is over, let's go together.
You still owe me... several questions.
For example...
When the world of "Nanzhou" was getting darker, a drop of warmth unexpectedly fell on "Nanzhou"'s face.
"Nanzhou" was a little surprised, and stretched out his palm in the endless suffocation to touch the source of the water trace, but his hand was firmly grasped in the palm.
Before the world fell into complete darkness, his hand was held lightly, and someone said to him, "Go. Let's go together."
The story of these three tiny worlds in a box, because of the death of the central character, with a bang, like the end of the game or TV series, disappeared somewhere in the universe.
…
What awakened Nan Zhou from his myth was a long and mournful train whistle.
The billowing snow-white steam rose into the sky, forming a straight hot line in the air, straight to the sky, as if the clouds on the horizon were all made of steam.
Nan Zhou was in an old-fashioned station, sitting on a bench beside the platform.
The contract book that Nan Zhou was holding in his palm was blown by an unprovoked gust of wind.
Party A: Train Manager
Party B: Nanzhou
Content: Party A throws the replica of Party B into a game.
After the game starts, Party B will completely forget to sign the contract.
Party A is responsible for ensuring that the difficulty of the game is controlled within the scope of Party B's ability.
Party B must end the game by willingly dying in the game center.
After the game ends, Party B will receive a reward ticket, valid for 6 hours.
The validity period starts after the ticket enters the warehouse.
Please get on this one-of-a-kind one-way train before your ticket expires and pick the fruits of your victory.
With this paper contract, Nan Zhou finally recalled that after he and Jiang Fang accepted the transmission of the copy, they entered a small closed room and sat around a table.
These five contracts were placed on the table, and there was no one around to explain them.
They discussed for nearly an hour before the oxygen in the enclosed small room ran out, and came to the conclusion that the difficulty of the game lies in the word "willingness".
No one wants to die willingly without losing the relevant memory.
But if you get back your memory and know that you are a clone, how can you willingly die for the main body
Taken together, this is obviously a contract of overlord, but in order to complete the last copy, they also have to sign it.
After understanding where he was, Nan Zhou opened the warehouse for the first time.
The first place in the warehouse is a quaint old-fashioned pale green ticket with the number branded on it, which is exactly the same as the bronze medal inlaid on the side of the train in front of you.
The ticket did not specify the destination, but the name of Nan Zhou was clearly written.
In this way, the ticket is used by a single person and cannot be lent to others.
Nan Zhou directly skipped the ticket, which was crucial to winning, and searched the warehouse one by one.
He has a very good memory, remembering everything in the warehouse clearly.
But he rummaged through the front and back three times before confirming—
… there is none left.
The picture with "Nanzhou", "Nanzhou" and {Jiangfang} is gone.
…some things can be brought into the game by setting.
But the game world, and the station world he was in, was a different dimension after all.
It doesn't bring out at all.
Nan Zhou lowered his head and looked at the railroad tracks. After a long time, a tall shadow pressed down from above.
A flight attendant with a gray face and stiff muscles, like a puppet, asked in a deep voice, "Hello. Do you want to get on the bus?"
Nan Zhou: "Does the bus leave in six hours?"
The flight attendant mechanically announced the time: "Five hours and fifty-seven minutes later."
Nan Zhou: "Where are my teammates?"
The flight attendant with a wooden face repeated: "Are you going to get on the bus? Please show your ticket."
Nan Zhou turned his face to one side and stopped looking at the repeater: "I'll wait for someone."