Inside the warehouse.
Kneeling on the ground, Mu Ke hugged his head and curled up into a ball, and quickly said to himself, "Forget it, forget it for me, forget it all!"
A dozen spent pens and a large number of shredded paper filled with text were scattered around Mu Ke.
The handwriting on these shredded papers was very regular at first, but then it became messy, as if the person who wrote these words could barely maintain a clear mind at the beginning, but then lost his reason and could only draw a map randomly. .
On the front of each piece of paper are some weird forms, and on the back there are many distorted clown masks painted hysterically.
These tables are comparison tables, and the contents of the tables are very strange.
What is called a comparison table? It is to distinguish the differences between two things that look similar, such as comparing bananas and plantains, and kiwis and kiwis.
In these comparison tables written by Mu Ke, it is not things that compare, but two people.
What he compares is the difference between [Bai Liu] and [Bai Liu].
Mu Ke's comparison table is very detailed. From the appearance, life, and origin, he wrote out all the things that happened to Bai Liu and Bai Liu as if writing a chronicle, and then compared them one by one.
Mu Ke muttered to himself: "It's different, Bai Liu and Bai Liu are different."
"Bai Liu saved me..." Mu Ke scratched his hair, his eyes straightened, "but Bai Liu also saved me."
"Bai Liu is just an ordinary employee who was once bullied by me. He will not do so many things that hurt others like Bai Liu did..."
Various details and memories flashed back in Mu Ke's brain.
Bai Liu smiled at manipulating Zhang Puppet to die. In the most critical moment of the game, she deceived Mu Sicheng's soul. Using Liu Jiayi's weakness to let her join the team, there was no emotion in her eyes to embrace the bruised and tranced Tang Er Da, softly. Whisper [I am sorry for all your encounters].
[Give me your soul, let me make atonement for those Bailiu. 】
Bai Liu lifted his chin without emotion, looked down at Mu Ke, and said softly:
[If you have been so useless, I will abandon you. 】
[I don’t want worthless followers, Mu Ke. 】
Bai Liu would do things that would hurt others. He didn't do it at first just because he was an ordinary person trapped in an ordinary post, without identity and ability.
But if Bai Liu and Bai Liu are given the same identity, status, capital and ability...
Mu Ke bowed in pain, panting: "...Where is the difference between them?!"
The lazily smiling Bai Liu in Daniel's memory and the casually smiling Bai Liu's face in Mu Ke's memory gradually overlapped.
Can not! !
Mu Ke's heart beat wildly twice, and he choked up.
The clown is a fanatical believer in Bai Liu, and even if that crazy belief is only present in memory, he is about to drive Mu Ke crazy.
Mu Ke's memories were eclipsed by the clown's frenzied memories. Mu Ke gradually forgets his parents, school, and people who have had intersections since childhood, everything is distorted into what Daniel remembers.
Mu Ke felt that he was being swallowed by Daniel's memory.
His parents became Daniel's aloof father, the school became a huge shooting range, and people who had socialized changed from hypocritical peers in the mall to those who beat his enemy party.
Mu Ke felt that his existence was being squeezed out bit by bit by Daniel.
The memory gradually turned Mu Ke into another Daniel, and the only thing that could survive in Mu Ke's memory was Bai Liu.
If Bai Liu is Bai Liu, then what is the difference between Mu Ke and Joker who have the same memory
Mu Ke's heart beats sharply, he covered his arrhythmia heart with wide open mouth to gasp, his lips are purplish purple, a sensation similar to colic, forcing Mu Ke to wake up again.
He frantically searched for the forms on the ground, trying to find the difference between Bai Liu and Bai Liu.
"It's different, it's not the same at all." Mu Ke took a deep breath, his eyes flushed, and talked to himself to convince himself, "Bai Liu, Bai Liu have short hair, and Bai Liu has long hair. They are different in appearance. ."
"Muke." Bai Liu knocked again outside the door. His tone was still calm, but his tone changed from the first discussion to an order, "Don't let me say the third time, open the door."
Mu Ke's shoulders trembled, and he subconsciously obeyed Bai Liu's order, staggered to his feet, and opened the door.
The long-haired Bailiu outside the door looked at Mu Ke without any expression on his face: "Do you still know me?"
Mu Ke looked at Bai Liu's long hair almost dullly, and his hand opening the door trembled uncontrollably.
In an instant, all the memories that could not be forgotten were all confused together.
Mu Ke knelt on the ground slowly, covering his distorted and hideous face. The pain caused by the sharp beating of the heart forced Mu Ke to bend over, gasping for breath, breathing so fast that he was about to retching.
Bai Liu calmly glanced at Mu Ke who was curled up on the ground, walked into the warehouse, closed the door, then squatted down on one knee, picked up a few pieces of shredded paper on the ground and looked down.
"It turned out to be trying to distinguish me from Bai Liu." Bai Liu lowered his eyes, "...It's all here. The rest of the memory has been swallowed, and only me is left."
Bai Liu casually found an abandoned step in the warehouse and sat down. He clasped his hands in front of him, leaned forward to support Mu Ke who had fallen on the ground.
Mu Ke looked up at Bai Liu in a daze. He couldn't help showing the clown-like crazy smile on his face, his expression twitching like a convulsion, but the next second he was panicked and covered by Mu Ke raising his hand. , There was a weeping voice in the voice: "Don't look at me like this! This is not me!"
"Is it because the memory is too good, so there is no way to forget the memory that the other party instilled in you?" Bai Liu asked calmly, unaffected by Mu Ke's emotions.
Mu Ke lowered his head like a child who did something wrong: "Yes."
Bai Liu lowered his eyes: "I can indeed find a way to erase this memory for you, but if it is only erased, you will be scared when you meet the clown again, right?"
"After all, even if it is erased, you will be overcome by his memory, and you have escaped his memory."
Mu Ke's shoulders trembled, he clenched his lower lip and said nothing.
"Why is it swallowed by the clown's memory?" Bai Liu asked, "Does Mu Ke have no meaning for his own existence?"
Mu Ke still did not speak.
Bai Liu continued: "A person has the meaning of his own existence, knowing what he is, and knowing why he lives, it is difficult to be erased by the existence of another person."
"No matter how strongly that person's presence affects you, how similar it looks to you, he and you are not the same person."
Bai Liu handed the shredded paper full of comparative forms to Mu Ke, who was hanging his head, and said flatly, "It's like me and Bai Liu."
Mu Ke raised his head in astonishment.
Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke: "Does Mu Ke have no meaning for his own existence? Friends, relatives, lovers, career, material things, etc.?"
Mu Ke hesitated for a long time, and slowly collapsed his shoulders, no longer so nervous, and narrated dreamily:
"Because of the disease, I didn’t have many friends since I was a child. They were afraid of hurting me. It’s a very dangerous thing to make friends with me. My parents have always treated me well and tried their best to save me. Meet all my needs, but because the doctor said early on that I probably won’t live long..."
Mu Ke was quiet for a while, and said, "So they look at me as if they are waiting for me to die."
"I have never liked anyone, I feel that they can live a long time, and I are two worlds."
Mu Ke slowly clenched his fists: "...I am jealous of these healthy people who can live for a long time, so I can't like them."
"Material and career..." Mu Ke paused, "Everyone is very nice to people who are dying, so they gave it to me without hesitation."
Mu Ke was quiet for a long, long time, tears rolled from his flushed eye sockets, he raised his hand and wiped it, suddenly crying and laughing:
"... People who foresee their death from birth seem to have no meaning."
Bai Liu leaned on the steps, dragging his jaw and half-closed his eyes: "If you compare it with stocks, you will die soon, so no one wants to invest your feelings in a stock like you that is destined to lose money."
"You are a worthless short stock, and in this case, you meet me who is willing to believe and invest in you, so you hold me tightly as if you have grasped the last straw, with me The affirmation and existence of you, you have received emotional feedback from me, and you have found your own existence value."
Bai Liu calmly looked at Mu Ke: "And at this point, you are the same as the clown who definitely exists through Bai Liu. So when you can't distinguish between me and Bai Liu, you can't justify yourself and Daniel. That's how it is. ?"
Mu Ke responded hoarsely: "Yes."
"Look up and look at me, Mu Ke." Bai Liu said in an orderly tone. "Look at me and tell me the same place as Bai Liu."
Mu Ke subconsciously obeyed Bai Liu's order, raised his head and looked at Bai Liu, his voice trembled: "You all like money."
Bai Liu hummed faintly.
"Use all means to achieve one's own goals."
"Very good at games."
"..."
"... It's all long hair now."
Mu Ke stated tremblingly, his eyes were hazy, he felt that he was gradually sinking into a mixed mind, unable to distinguish the difference between the real long-haired white willow in front of him and the white six in Daniel's memory.
"Long hair?" Bai Liu glanced at Mu Ke thoughtfully, then smiled suddenly, "I remember your skill weapon can be taken out in the central hall."
Although Mu Ke didn't know what Bai Liu was going to do, he nodded and took out his dagger from the panel.
"Come here." Bai Liu looked down and ordered.
Mu Ke passed by with a dagger.
Without any expression on Bai Liu's face, he quickly grasped Mu Ke's hand with his left hand, and his right hand wrapped around the back of his neck to tie the long hair that fell to the back of his waist, and then held Mu Ke's hand and the dagger in his hand. Bai Liu did not pause at all. Swipe the ground upwards.
Her long hair was cut all over.
Mu Ke held the dagger that severed Bai Liu's hair with a blank expression.
"Now I don't have long hair." Bai Liu raised his eyes, and the scattered pieces of hair fell on his shoulders, "Muke, remember, if you choose to exist for Bai Liu, then never confuse me with Bai Liu. "
"Because it is me who invests in your emotions and recognition, not Bai Liu."
Bai Liuping said peacefully: "I don't like making investments by myself while others receive property appreciation for me."
"You are more valuable than you think, Mu Ke."
Mu Ke knelt on the ground as if dumbfounded, his hands held Bai Liu's cut hair strands, and the memories of Daniel in his mind quickly faded.
… Bai Liu and Bai Liu are different.
The White Six will abandon the worthless believers.
But Bai Liu will not.
The true God will give incompetent believers new values.
Bai Liu leaned on the bracket and stood up. He didn't know where he found a rubber band from the warehouse and stretched it with three fingers. With the other hand, he combed up the skin from the back of the neck and grabbed the scattered black hair in threes and twos. Shu, the look lightly tied a pony tail that is neither high nor low.
Some shabby hairs hang down on the sides of his forehead.
Bai Liu pushed open the door of the warehouse and turned his head to the side in the light rushing in. His eyes were very pale, and the broken hair behind his forehead was backlit to make people hard to see, and the shirt was full of blood that hadn't dried yet.
"Muke, come out for a meeting after finishing the mental state, and the league is about to begin."
Mu Ke gritted his teeth, he shouted to Bai Liu who was about to leave: "...but I can't completely get rid of the influence of Daniel's memory on me for the time being! Is this okay?"
He asked in a low voice almost in trepidation, "No need... Replace me in the league?"
"Will this influence shake the meaning of your existence for me?" Bai Liu asked.
Mu Ke was taken aback, and immediately replied: "Absolutely not!"
Bai Liu retracted his gaze and turned back, pushing the door and leaving without looking back: "Anything that can't shake the meaning of your existence will eventually be transformed into your existence value, but there will be an unstable process in the middle."
"I personally don't hate this kind of process."
The door was closed, Mu Ke in the warehouse sat quietly, holding Bai Liu's long hair that he cut off without hesitation, and murmured Bai Liu's words: "...Anything that can't shake the meaning of my existence can be Transformed into an increase in my value... ”
"As long as Daniel's memory can't swallow me..." Mu Ke looked at the long hair in his hands tremblingly, "I can find all the memories of the league inside, and then let me become stronger!"
Mu Ke put his long hair in his heart that jumped wildly to the pain, and laughed in tears.