Wang Que tried to open his mouth and found that he could speak. The deep fear of falling from the rooftop just now was like a dream. Now that he thinks about it, it becomes blurred like Tan Qiuyu's face.
"My name is Wang Que." She said as she propped herself up, she wanted to sit down on the spot, but she immediately stood aside when she saw this group of disgusting bugs with peculiar structures all over her body.
The wounds that fell from the sky disappeared together with the blood on his body.
Wang Que looked at herself from head to toe with novelty, she raised her head, no one else could be seen on the rooftop, only the iron railings fell to one side, faithfully telling Wang Que that everything happened.
What exactly is going on
Seemingly hearing Wang Que's doubts, Luo Huan laughed. The laughter was as crisp as a bell, revealing the vitality of youth. With a flick of her hand, the blood and bugs disappeared.
"As you can see, I can control the power of dreams."
"So the ones just now are all my dreams?"
"It's true, but it doesn't count. Dreams are, in a sense, the reflections of memory after deformation. The ones just now are your real memories." Luo Yan snapped her fingers, and the teaching building, rooftop and sunset disappeared in an instant, replaced by It is a riverside with grass growing in the night, a small wooden boat is parked on the bank, and the river reflects the stars in the night sky and flows into the distance.
And the memory that belonged to the pure white world after death also returned to Wang Que's mind.
She remembered the hesitation of entering the box for the first time, the shame and pain of being persecuted for the first time in order to survive, and the emotion that rose because of the care of everyone in the Wonton Insurgent Squad. .
Luo Xun pulled Wang Que into the boat, and they floated along the river, Luo Xun stretched out her hand and touched the clear water with her fingertips, and said, "I have been observing you for a long time, and I can feel that you have always had something on your mind, it was just now. those things?"
Wang Que was silent for a moment, nodded, and said softly: "For a long time after I came here, I recalled what happened at that time countless times, and pondered whether I really did something wrong. When I was concerned about Tan Qiuyu, I sensed the resentment in her heart, if I had learned to hide my sharp edge earlier and didn’t underestimate the achievements that others may never achieve, would everything be completely different from now?”
Luo Wan listened to her patiently, the boat drifted down the water, and there were large tracts of pure white flowers along the river, like a road leading to life.
"Later, I finally understood that it wasn't me who was at fault from the beginning to the end. I lived at my own pace, I didn't take the initiative to show off, and I didn't intentionally stimulate anyone. Her injustice, her jealousy and Crazy, the only thing that can prove is that she is a narrow-minded, two-faced, extremely egoistic villain, that's all."
"I've always been the most innocent one."
When the words fell, Wang Que finally couldn't maintain the calm on her face. She pursed her lips tightly, and the corners of her tight lips kept shaking. Her eyes became moist, but she finally held back her tears.
Originally, at this time, she should be sitting in the highest hall of domestic art that she yearns for most, pursuing her dream.
But now, she doesn't even have the courage to pick up the brush again.
Luo Xun listened quietly. Facing Wang Que's strong emotional fluctuations, she did not comfort her, she just said, "You know what? Ah Zuo, Fu Zhe and Uncle, I used to be teammates."
Wang Que suddenly raised her head, she stared at Luo Xuan, her eyes were full of disbelief.
"They haven't told you about these things yet." Luo Huan smiled and said, "Eight years ago, we belonged to the same team. This team was called the afternoon tea party, and Fu Zhe was the captain."
Wang Que: "I know the three of them were teammates, but I haven't heard about the other players."
"Because this is a secret." Luo Xuan's soft voice drifted into Wang Que's ears, "We used to be the strongest pilgrims in the entire pure white world. As we all know, as long as we can reach the end of the pilgrimage road, in front of the queen Make a wish and you can go back to the real world.”
"But it wasn't until the end that we found out that all of this was a hoax."
Wang Que was stunned, her eyes widened slightly, and she concentrated on listening to the next thing that might be crucial.
"The queen didn't want anyone to leave at all, she used points and bloody nights as coercion, so that the pilgrims had to enter the box again and again, providing her with the despair she needed most to survive.
"As a pilgrim who knew the truth, the queen wanted to kill us all, but at a critical juncture, the five powers of the Pure White Realm chose us and saved our lives.
"The queen has no choice but to cast a curse on us. The time of Cui Zuojing, who was selected by the power of time, is forever frozen on that day. Fu Zhe, who was selected by the power of space, is trapped in the castle and cannot leave forever. Mostly turned into a cat, and I, my body dissipated, can only travel in dreams."
Like everyone who knew the truth, Wang Que was shocked and was speechless for a while.
After a long time, she said with difficulty: "So everything is a scam? No matter how hard people try, they can't return to reality?"
So what's the use of her working so hard now
She tried her best to go back and take revenge on the girl who destroyed everything with her own hands, but in the end, it was all impossible
Luo Lan shook her head: "Not exactly, by your side, there is a pilgrim who has successfully left."
What a smart girl Wang Que is, she thought about it, and immediately guessed who it was from all the unusual: "Brother Cui?"
"Yes, although he was cursed, he and Victor successfully left the Pure White Realm eight years ago, but in the end, Ah Zuo still chose to come back here again."
Wang Que murmured: "The frozen time must have brought him a lot of trouble, otherwise, how could he return to this nightmare-like place again?"
"His choice is an opportunity for many people." The boat drifted to somewhere, and the white flowers gradually disappeared, replaced by the lush virgin forest on both sides, and the chirping of animals came from far away from time to time.
Luo Wan said: "In the past eight years, I have traveled through the dreams of many people, snooping on their memories, and finally found a way to successfully kill the queen."
Seeing Wang Que's curious face, Luo Huan smiled and said, "But it's not convenient to tell you now, you just need to know that there will be a way to get out, and never give up hope in your heart, Ah Zuo and the others will do their best. "
Wang Que nodded, she pursed her lower lip, and asked, "Why did you tell me this?"
Luo Wan: "Fu Zhe and A Zuo have their own scruples. If they are not sure that everyone can entrust all their trust, they cannot reveal their secrets in full, but I can enter people's memory through the power of dreams, and I am sure You can be trusted. Just as Ah Zuo trusts Dong Zheng, I trust you."
"I'm sorry to spy on your memory without permission, but time is running out, everyone needs to act as soon as possible."
Maybe Luo Xuan was gentle and sincere, Wang Que didn't feel much anger about her memory being snooped on, and said, "What do you need me to do?"
"Be prepared, keep an eye out, and don't miss Mr. Bonnie who's just leading you down the rabbit hole. Also, don't tell anyone I've been looking for you."
The forest flowers and plants on both sides of the river seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, and became blurred. The river water reflecting the night suddenly rushed and gathered in a vortex in front. Before Wang Que could react, it connected her to the person. Rolled in with the boat.
"If hatred is what keeps you going, keep going, just like us."
At the end, a voice echoed in her ears: "How long has it been since you picked up a paintbrush?"
"boom!"
The loud bang of the popping chamber exploded in her ears, and Wang Que woke up immediately with a jolt.
Cui Zuojing was standing in front of the sofa with his arms folded over his chest. Seeing that she was finally awake, Cui Zuojing raised one eyebrow and said sincerely, "How sleepy are you, you can fall asleep in such a loud noise? "
Wang Que rubbed her eyes and stood up. The hardships she had suffered for many days now had a reason. It was a call from Luo Wan to her.
She followed the agreement with Luo Xun and would not tell anyone about her dream: "Sorry, maybe I'm really tired, it won't be like this in the future."
Cui Zuojing stared at her for a few seconds, then waved his hand: "Don't apologize to me, if you're really tired, just go to rest. After all, you should use the time not in the box to relax. This training intensity is really big for you. some."
Wang Que knew that Cui Zuojing had good intentions, and what he said was true, but after all, this made her a little uncomfortable.
After joining the team for so long, she has been dragging her feet all the time, basically not helping others.
Although no one has ever said it, Wang Que still feels useless.
It stands to reason that with her ability, she should be able to do many things.
Wang Que lowered her head and responded muffledly.
Cui Zuojing didn't know what he had done to make the girl in front of him instantly unhappy. He touched his nose, but he didn't want to ask, patted her on the shoulder, and turned to look for Dong Zheng.
Her mind was full of what Luo Wan said to herself in the dream. Wang Que didn't have the heart to train again, and after a while, she left the shooting room and walked to the living room. Fu Zhe and Dong Zheng were sitting on the sofa, and there were several tables on the table. Take Fu Zhe's key and a pen.
Seeing Wang Que coming over, Cui Zuojing, who was lying on the back of the sofa where Dong Zheng was sitting, lit up and beckoned: "By the way, isn't this one who can paint?"
Wang Que: "What's wrong?"
"I want you to do me a favor." Fu Zhe said, "If I remember correctly, Queer studied art. If you paint a door, can it be as realistic as it is?"
Wang Que looked at the paintbrush on the table, her right hand trembling uncontrollably.
She clenched her fists hard, and in her mind once again recalled Tan Qiuyu's eyes full of hatred and jealousy.
Once upon a time, after coming to the pure white world, she tried to pick up the paintbrush again, and at that time, she couldn't help but think of her own death.
After she was pushed off the roof by Tan Qiuyu and died, he regarded her as a part of his life, loved her with all his heart, and raised her parents. How is it now
She dared not think about it.
Dong Zheng saw her hesitation, and connected with Wang Que's various reactions to painting since he met, he had a rough guess in his heart, and said, "If you don't want to paint, don't force it."
Wang Que immediately shook her head - she didn't want to paint!
She pursed her lower lip and thought to herself: Why should she give up her favorite things because of other people's faults
This has always been her dream.
Wang Que took a deep breath and seemed to be answering Fu Zhe, and seemed to say to himself firmly, "I can do it."
She stepped forward and picked up the pen on the table.
An hour later, Dong Zheng and Allen came out of the training room together, Allen moved his arm that was numb from the recoil, and said, "Okay, you have only learned a few days, and you can press the gun so steadily. ?"
Dong Linhai was praised for a while, and he smiled and said, "I feel very kind when I hold the gun in my hand. Maybe it has something to do with its metal quality?"
Fu Zhe did not let the two continue to chat, and shouted, "Linhai, come and help me do a test."
"What?" Hearing the words, Dong Linhai jumped down the last few steps with three steps and two steps. Seeing Wang Que sitting on the side with his hands behind his back, he seemed to be clasping something, and couldn't help showing a silly smile to the girl. .
Fu Zhe pointed to the black key on the table: "I got a new key, go and open the door over there, I'll see if it can have the effect I want."
"Okay." Dong Linhai took the key and took two steps in the direction Fu Zhe indicated, and suddenly said, "When is there a door here? Did I remember it wrong?"
He turned around and saw that everyone was looking the same, especially Dong Zheng's eyes stopped for a few seconds, making sure that this group of people would not deliberately unite to pit him, so he was a little relieved.
Dong Linhai turned the key over and over in his palm twice, aimed at the keyhole on the door, and inserted the key into it.
Huh? This door... is there something wrong with it
Dong Linhai thought, before he thought about it carefully, his hand had automatically completed the action of twisting the key—
In the expectant eyes of all the members of the living room, the door opened.
Cui Zuojing cheered, and excitedly said to Fu Zhe, who couldn't help smiling: "This is too powerful!"
And Dong Zheng applauded Wang Que and said, "I knew you could do it."
Dong Linhai: ? ?
His full of doubts reached the peak. Just now, he saw with his own eyes that the door that was originally flat suddenly stood up three-dimensionally, and then he opened it.
At this time, Dong Linhai saw the paint on Wang Que's hands that had not been completely washed off.
The young man understood everything in an instant. He stared at the key in his hand, looked at the half-open door, and exclaimed, "No way! Does this key really have all the functions of scp-005?!"
spc-005, the master key, as a classic item of SCP, in addition to being able to open all locks, it also has the most important function - perception.
As long as it is what the user thinks is a lock, it can be opened by 005, and likewise, if a lock is disguised as a lock so that the user cannot distinguish it, then 005 will not work.
"This is a part of the ability I got after I completely controlled the space power carried on "Goodwill"." Fu Zhe explained with a smile, he looked at Wang Que and said, "Of course, thanks to Queer's painting like , otherwise, where do we create the condition that the holder firmly believes that there is a lock?"
"I'm still being deceived by co-authoring." Dong Linhai touched his nose, closed the door, and sat next to Dong Zheng. He looked at Wang Que for a few seconds, and finally couldn't hold back: "It's amazing, since the painting is so good. , then why don't you draw more?"
"I'm the most talented student that my teachers say, can I draw well?"
Wang Que seemed to have cast aside all her scruples and showed her brightest smile since she came to the pure white world. "From today onwards, you should be careful not to be deceived by my paintings."
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I edited the text and reduced the number of words by a few, and made up two