Wang Que and Luo Wei sat on the top of the highest tower in the royal city, and the ancient city was in full view, blurring into a piece on the edge of the dream. Luo Lan stretched out her legs from the gap between the railings very naturally, and swayed freely, while Wang Que was much more restrained. Since that day, she was inevitably afraid of heights. Every time she stood at a high place, she could always recall being pushed The fear of falling from the rooftop.
Luo Zhen asked about the recycling of debris this time, Wang Que said something with reservations, she could feel it, in fact, Luo Zhen was clear, but she just wanted to listen to her again.
"Why don't you go to see Brother Cui directly?" Wang Que asked this question again.
Luo Xun shook her head and said, "It's not the time yet."
"What are you planning?" Wang Que looked at her. This was a girl who looked like her age, but was imprisoned in a dream for nearly ten years. The girl's real age should be ten years older than her. Sui said, "You've concealed a lot of things. If this goes on, I won't give you all your trust."
Luo Wan smiled, Wang Que was still unable to hold her breath, but the question came much later than she thought, she stretched out her hand, held the wind, and replied, "It doesn't matter, you just need to wait. , time will tell you everything you want to know."
When Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng returned to the apartment, Victor was already waiting downstairs. Seeing the two came back, he helped Dong Zheng deal with the wound first without saying a word.
Cui Zuojing: "How is it?"
Victor: "Fortunately, I haven't been here at midnight. Where are you?"
"In the first half of the night, we fought with Midnight in Heimerda and injured it. In the second half of the night, except for some shrimp soldiers and crab generals, it never came back." Cui Zuojing said, "It feels more like testing me and Dong. The strength of Zheng, there is no real shot."
"It's definitely not easy to take advantage of the two of you alone. Didn't they break each of us separately?" Victor said as he went upstairs.
Cui Zuojing nodded: "I used the power of time, and he will almost find out, but it doesn't matter. With you and Fu Zhe here, we still have a lot of cards."
They went back to the apartment and waited a little longer to make sure that the prohibition of the space on the night of cleaning was gone before waking the others.
Re-entering the castle, everyone immediately returned to their rooms to take a bath and rest. Fu Zhe was not in the living room, and Cui Zuojing went directly to the study to find him.
He pushed open the door, and the formation on the study floor that was used to sense other fragments was already dimmed. Fu Zhe was sitting next to him and raised his head when he heard Cui Zuojing come in.
"One good news and one bad news." Cui Zuojing closed the door and showed him the seal on his wrist, "We successfully recovered our morality, but he killed our conscience."
Fu Zhe's complexion changed slightly, but soon, his frowning brows relaxed.
"It doesn't matter," he stood up and whispered, "This world probably doesn't need conscience anymore."
Cui Zuojing couldn't deny it. Ever since Daode said he killed his conscience with his own hands, he felt it was particularly ironic.
The purple light emerged from the seal, gathered around Fu Zhe like an elves, and finally submerged between his brows. As the space fluctuated, the time force in the body also resonated, the curtains moved automatically without wind, and the books on the table clucked. Open it, and on the flying page, the last relic of magic is engraved.
Victor raised his head and looked upstairs. The power of space spreads around like waves, but when he reached the edge of the castle, he was blocked by an invisible barrier. As more and more energy escaped, the barrier changed. to be in jeopardy.
Accompanied by an inaudible cracking sound, the energy that had accumulated to be terrifying broke through the seal, passed through the endless space cracks around the castle, and once again established a connection with the pure white world.
The curse that had existed for ten years was finally broken at this moment.
Fu Zhe opened his eyes, and in those black eyes, some indescribable emotion flashed past, but it was quickly hidden well.
But that didn't escape Cui Zuojing's eyes. He knew that Fu Zhe should have also acquired the memories that Morality had.
The moral fragment returned to Fu Zhe, and what impact it had caused, probably only he himself could know.
Cui Zuojing didn't say much, he took a step forward with open arms and gave Fu Zhe a hug.
"Congratulations, you are free."
Fu Zhe laughed, he patted Cui Zuojing on the back, and said softly, "Yes."
He waited for eight years, waited for the rescue from the return of an old friend, waited for another two years, and waited for the freedom he most desired.
But why does it feel like a piece is missing in my heart
In the days that followed, everything returned to the normal trajectory. Cui Zuojing returned to the team, Dong Zheng took back the position of captain, and everyone entered different boxes to get points and accumulate tickets to the next area.
The only thing worth mentioning is Heinrich. When he returned to Heimlda in the morning at the end of the cleaning night, he saw a messy corridor and a showroom where all the magic tools were missing like a thief. , and when he had his office door cut with a hole, he almost didn't catch his breath.
Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing knew that they were wrong, and used some points as compensation. After hearing about the thrilling experience of the two at night, Heinrich could only admit it, and did not let them pay for the magical instruments that they finally collected. This was the first time he saw a pilgrim who survived the executioner in the bloody night. After all, the Wonton Splitter Squad was the thickest thigh in their organization. As far as he could bear, selling a favor to the other party was not enough. Loss business.
... But it still hurts so much! ! !
Fu Zhe was finally able to leave the castle. The hard-core otaku ran outside on the first day after the curse was lifted, looking at the long-lost sky, green trees, streets and crowds, breathing the air with the smell of grass, and strolling around. The others were resting as soon as they came out of the box. Only Lillian asked if she needed to be with her, but Fu Zhe refused. He still wanted to feel this beautiful moment by himself, to release all the threads in his heart. .
Standing on the side of the street, watching unfamiliar faces come and go, the sun shines on the treetops and people's shoulders, like an unreal dream, obviously a long-lost beauty, but Fu Zhe feels an unavoidable fear, this kind of fear Just like the old cloth who came out of Shawshank Prison, after 50 years of prison life, he can't adapt to the outside world at all.
The spacious and empty streets made him feel insecure like that. Fu Zhe knew that he needed a period of time to get used to it, and ten years of imprisonment had destroyed some things in his personality to a certain extent.
He goes out for a walk every day, sometimes alone, sometimes shopping for daily necessities with Lillian, or going to Heimerda with Cui Zuojing. Many times Fu Zhe feels that he is being watched, but When he looked around, he found nothing.
The same day was the same. The Wonton Splitter team had all got their tickets and set off for the next area. Fu Zhe went out alone. He walked slowly on the street, no one noticed this ordinary looking young man. He was wearing the most ordinary white shirt and a gray coat. Everything in the world was reflected in those eyes that had been deposited for a long time. Both shallow tear moles come alive.
Something flashed past on the street corner behind him, and Fu Zhe turned his head in response, the street corner was empty.
He frowned and started walking again.
In a street shop not far away, a man with deep honey-colored eyes stood in front of the window and stared at the figure who was thinking about it day and night. Around his waist hung a Persian machete, with a brand new gauze wrapped around the handle. The old one had been soaked with blood and could never be washed again.
He raised his hand and touched his chest, the key-shaped pendant was close to his skin, the girl took away the energy contained in it, but left the key to him.
Fu Zhe's figure turned into the alley, and Koerberos followed, but found that the alley was empty, except for an inconspicuous small door in the corner.
Corberos took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. It was obviously a mismatched key, but when it was inserted into the keyhole, it seemed to fit perfectly.
With a slight twist, the door was opened, and it was pitch black inside, leading to an unknown location.
This morning, he saw with his own eyes the group of people who forcibly took the master away and headed to the station. Now, Fu Zhe should be the only one left in their base.
An indescribable impulse burst out in his heart, the desire to see a familiar figure trumped everything else, for the past three months, every day, every minute, every second, he was eager to hear him again. voice, and hold his hand again.
He couldn't wait.
Corberos no longer hesitated and stepped inside.
——Volume 11: The Abyss of Crazy Gambling [End]——
The author has something to say: This volume is over! After that, this article will officially proceed to the most important later stage. All the foreshadowing and the final plot will be unfolded. There are probably a lot of high-energy people hhhh
This story should be my favorite volume so far. I wonder which one is your favorite box
On the morning of the 10th, I will finish the last exam. After the exam, I will go to relax. The update should be in the evening~
Volume 12 Memory Corridor