Before Lin Zhen opened the door, Yan Wei had already chatted with Lin Qing.
Lin Qing obviously knew Yan Wei very well before, although the atmosphere between the two of them was still a bit delicate when he first entered the door, but not long after Lin Qing sat down, he relaxed quite a bit—although his expression was still serious.
Yan Wei threw the toothpick casually and played with the only swallow coin he had left, some thoughts flashed in his mind.
Will Lin Qing know why he was missing for three years
Yan Wei's eyes turned slightly, speechless.
Lin Qing sat upright, didn't take the fruit from the plate, just looked at Yan Wei for a while, and said, "... where have you been all this time?"
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows: "How do I know?"
Lin Qing was taken aback.
"Do I look like I know a lot?" Yan Wei tossed a coin in his hand, his voice was clear and leisurely, "If I knew a lot, it wouldn't be you looking for me now, but me looking for you. "
This is actually a point that Yan Wei herself is rather curious about.
The memory has been missing for three years, it may be amnesia, or it may be the formatting situation that Lin Zhen once told him. But these two situations, no matter which one they are, will leave some traces on the memory level of a person's brain.
This kind of trace is the subconsciousness left deep in the brain, and there is a high possibility that some fragments will be evoked when he is in frequent contact with once-familiar things. Lin Qing, Yan Mingguang, the familiar moon wheel, and even the familiar dungeon breath, these have been constantly stimulating his senses and memory during this period of time. But he had no memory of anything except the flashes of Yan Mingguang in his dreams.
Just like now, he already knows clearly and plainly that he must have had a great relationship with Lin Qing before, and he can probably guess the relationship with Xuanniao, but he still has no memory of this.
This feeling... as if his missing three-year memory had been taken out completely.
But this is not quite right - he still dreams about some scenes with Yan Mingguang.
Yan Wei gently groped the edge of the coin with his fingertips, and thoughtfully said: "Let's put it this way, I don't know anything about me except that I have lost my memory for three years. You come to me, right?" It’s good news for me, which means I still have acquaintances from the past who I can ask.” He temporarily pressed the matter related to Yan Mingguang.
Lin Qing nodded quickly.
The second-in-command of Xuanniao, who was vigorous and resolute in front of other players, was sitting upright at the moment, waiting for Yan Wei's inquiry with a solemn face. They obviously didn't say a few words between them, and Yan Wei's strength at the moment was far worse than Lin Qing's, but sitting face to face like this, the two of them naturally dominated by Yan Wei.
This doesn't even need to be pointed out, nor does it require any memory, but a habit that has already been engraved in the bones.
Yan Wei asked: "...how did we meet?"
"In the lower level dungeon, you robbed me of the best one, but gave me the reward item. I was an orphan. Before I entered the building... I didn't have a good background. When I was a child, I was pressed by the roadside to beg every day," Lin Qing said. Then, a trace of imperceptible nostalgia slipped across Shen Ran's face, and his voice was still steady, "So I don't really believe in the emotions between people—I thought you had a purpose at the time, and I tried a few back and forth with you, and then..."
Lin Qing didn't say anything, but Yan Wei also understood.
"Oh, I don't know each other without fighting."
"Um."
"The mysterious bird is mine." It was not a question, but an affirmative sentence.
Lin Qing nodded again.
"At that time, how many floors did I climb to?"
"… Ninety-nine."
Yan Wei fiddled with the coins, blinked, and then asked, "Tell me about the three years I've been missing?"
Lin Qing, who originally answered without hesitation, showed a hesitant expression at this moment, and said, "Are you sure you want me to tell you?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Actually, before you entered the copy on the ninety-ninth floor, you told me some things that I found inexplicable at the time. You told me that if you didn't go out this time, I would still see you in the building later. , I can come to you, but don’t tell you anything. Apart from this, I just listen to you.”
Yan Wei was startled.
This is clearly... He knew at that time that he might have come from a first-level dungeon!
At this moment, a rare flash of confusion flashed across his amber-like clear eyes—what was he thinking about three years ago? It's already preset that when you encounter Lin Qing after you come back, you will ask about your past memories? Since he had anticipated that he might come back, why didn't he leave any clues for the reborn self, and let everything develop naturally? What about Yan Mingguang? What kind of role is Yan Mingguang in this
"Actually, I don't know much about what happened after you entered the ninety-ninth floor copy. Even if I say it, it may be better than nothing for you. So if you must know—"
"No, I don't need to know. I believe in myself. Whether it is the previous me or the current me, it is my decision. The person who knows me best in this world is myself. Since the previous me made this decision , then don’t tell me your previous memories.”
"You are still you, you haven't changed at all."
Yan Wei was stunned, and Lin Qing continued: "Actually... With your previous explanation, I didn't intend to come to you. But I see that you got back the moon discs that you scattered in the high-level dungeon in the dungeon. , there is still a piece missing, it should be the last piece, so I came to you. After your dungeon ended last night, all the senior management of the organization received news from Lou—the next competitive dungeon to compete for organization resources Opening, each organization has four quotas to enter the competitive dungeon, in addition to the old rules of allocating resources according to the final ranking, a reward for the first place has also been added."
Yan Wei's thoughts were pulled back, he frowned slightly: "The last fragment of the moon?"
"The number of legendary props is limited. Most of the people on the bright side know where they are, and there is only one that is scattered into pieces."
Only fragments of the moon.
"Is this competition dungeon related to me before?"
Lin Qing shook her head.
Yan Wei felt even more strange.
"I can guess that the moon wheel is related to me, but why is the last fragment in a new competitive copy that has nothing to do with me? The moon wheel is scattered in the previous high-level copy. After the high-level copy is broken , the moon wheel also scattered with the energy of the high-level copy, and finally condensed into a new copy, which is the copy of the dead school building. According to the situation in the copy of the dead school building, the five fragments just correspond to the limbs and the head, and there is no missing one. The last fragment became the reward for the first place in the competition dungeon...?"
Lin Qing said: "The nineteenth floor is too low. It is very likely that Lou felt that it was too unbalanced for you to get the complete legendary props on the nineteenth floor, so he took the initiative to adjust."
"How many layers of the competitive copy?"
"forty nine."
"Are you lame? Twenty-nine or thirty-nine is now forty-nine."
"That's forty-nine. The building has ninety-nine floors in total. Forty-nine is a connecting layer. The upper floors, players start to attack the upper floors, and the lower floors are just one of the ordinary thousands of players." Members. The copy of each round of competition is on the forty-ninth floor, because this represents the backbone of each organization."
"forty nine?"
"forty nine."
Yan Wei: "...you're kidding me."
"Don't worry, Xuanniao will definitely go all out for this fragment. You don't have to go in yourself, I can arrange seed players on the forty-eighth floor—"
With a "click—" the door of the apartment was gently pushed open.
Lin Zhen, who was smirking badly, paused, his eyes met Lin Qing who turned his head away, and the smile suddenly froze on his face.
"Kangdang—"
Lin Zhen slammed the door shut again without moving.
Even Yan Wei, who was in the living room, heard the guy shouting "Fuck! My brother!" from outside the door.
Yan Wei glanced at Lin Qing.
Lin Qing withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Yan Wei.
"... What a coincidence? It's really fate."
"I'm causing you trouble." Lin Qing remained motionless, with a serious expression, his black pupils were dark, and he shouted without any fluctuation in his voice, "Come in."
The next moment, Lin Zhen immediately pushed the door open again and entered, his eyes drifted away, completely without the arrogance he had when getting along with Yan Wei and others. Beside him, Yu Feizhou also followed in holding a big cake box, his gaze was quite indescribable.
Lin Zhen said, "Why are you doing this?"
Yan Wei said without thinking: "Lin Qing came to invite me to become the seed player of Xuanniao."
Lin Qing glanced at Yan Wei, and immediately understood what Yan Wei meant. He didn't mention anything he talked about before, as if Yan Wei was really a dark horse player who hadn't been in the building for a long time, and said indifferently: "Well, Xuanniao needs seed players who can enter the competitive book recently."
"Then how do you know that Yan Wei lives here? I never gave you the address of Yan Wei's house."
Lin Qing's expression remained the same, her eyes were dark, and she said: "If I need you to tell me, I will be in vain if I have so many floors."
Lin Zhen opened his mouth, and when he was about to reply, Yan Wei's eyes fell on Yu Feizhou who silently put down the cake box. He said casually: "Didn't it be fine for me to come and prepare the things for the party? Why do you still take the initiative to bring things?"
As he spoke, he got up and walked to the cake box.
Yu Feizhou raised his hand, but hesitated for a moment whether to block it or not, Yan Wei had already reached out and opened the cake box.
The air suddenly froze.
ten minutes later.
Lin Zhen stood upright at the door against the wall, with an apple on his head, and a small red and swollen bump appeared on his forehead. Yu Feizhou sighed helplessly at the side, held the ice pack he had just made in his hand, and lit the bag on Lin Zhen's forehead one by one.
Lin Zhen took a breath of cool air with a "hiss", but he still didn't dare to move too much and stood upright, holding the apple against his head, and said angrily, "Brother, how old am I, can you stop using such a primary school student?" how to punish me?"
Lin Qing took a sip of the fruit juice and said nothing.
Yan Wei chuckled and placed the food for a party. He is relaxed and casual on the surface, but he is still full of thoughts in his heart, constantly thinking about the information that the author just knew.
This unknown made him feel very uneasy.
It seemed that there was something dangerous hidden in the dark, buried in the calm, and there were invisible eyes spying on him in the dark.
What could make him do it all over again, who was just short of the last floor, and lose all his memories... What could it be? Will it be... again
Everything was covered with a thick layer of veil, and he only pushed aside a slight corner.
Not long after, Zhou Tian and Gao Ming also came one after another. Although these two people didn't know Lin Qing, they had also seen Lin Qing's record in the dungeon record of the endless stone tablet, and they were almost scared to death when they saw it for the first time.
After Yan Wei dealt with Zhou Tian and Gao Ming according to what he said to Lin Zhenyu and Feizhou before, Yan Mingguang arrived.
The man wore back his pure black short jacket, his silver hair set off his cold and indifferent temperament, but his silver-rimmed glasses added a touch of elegance. He walked into the door with a breath as cold as snow and green pine, and the rest of the people subconsciously paused.
Lin Qing also turned her head, her gaze moved slightly, and she said, "This is Zhou, right?"
Yan Wei blinked, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he didn't speak for the first time.
Just now when Yan Wei and Lin Qing were alone, he deliberately didn't mention Yan Mingguang, just wanting to see what Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang's first reaction would be when Yan Mingguang came. Yan Mingguang obviously knows more than him, but he doesn't seem to want to talk to him about anything. He can't show that he knows a lot to make Yan Mingguang vigilant. This method is the best way to test the relationship between Yan Mingguang and him before.
But at this moment, Lin Qing had already looked at him, obviously waiting for Yan Wei to be the middleman to introduce him. And Yan Mingguang's expression was as indifferent as ever, without any disturbance.
Lin Qing didn't know Yan Mingguang.
Lin Qing didn't know Yan Mingguang.
Lin Qing, who knew him from a low level, and even grew up with him, actually didn't know Yan Mingguang, the only one who appeared in the memory fragments he dreamed at all.