Fu Jiang was very angry.
But the middle-aged man seemed to be really disgusted by Fujiang's arm, as if the opposite was not a superb beauty, but a piece of rotten flesh. Not only did he frown enough to kill flies, he even covered his mouth.
Fujiang's little face turned pale: "I'm so unpalatable?!"
The middle-aged man didn't answer, he wiped his mouth with difficulty, closed his eyes in pain, and there seemed to be a crystal tear glistening in the corner of his eyes.
… hey, even more angry.
Fujiang began to grind her teeth, but could not get a response, she shifted her target and began to scold Xiao Li: "What do you call me for this kind of thing?"
Xiao Li coughed: "Isn't this where you can regenerate..."
When it comes to eating, the first thing Xiao Li thinks of is Fujiang.
Fu Jiang was shocked, and this shock even overwhelmed the anger in her heart: "What image do I have in your mind?"
Could it be that Fujiang, in Moriarty's eyes, is just a piece of meat that can walk and regenerate
Xiao Li: "Cough."
He turned his head guiltily.
Fu Jiang's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.
To be honest, anger made the beauty of this beautiful Fujiang look even more beautiful and moving. If it were an ordinary man here, maybe his bones would be brittle. Let Fujiang agree to any request, but the two people in this glass room at this time. No one can appreciate this beauty.
Fujiang rubbed her back molars in a very insignificant way. She still remembered the fear of being put into the water bottle, so she turned her head and vented most of her anger on the middle-aged man: "Hey, I don't taste good?"
It was only now that the middle-aged man came to his senses. He put down his hands, covered his stomach, and frowned, as if he was still nauseous. The arrogance of wanting to eat Xiao Li was gone.
Facing Fujiang's accusation, the middle-aged man defended himself: "No, it's not you that I want to eat."
Fujiang sneered, she took a step forward, the middle-aged man seemed to remember the smell of her arm, so he took another step back...
Fujiang took another step, and the middle-aged man continued to step back, looking a little pitiful.
Fujiang stopped half a step away from the middle-aged man: "I know it's him that you want to eat, I ask you, why don't you eat me?"
The middle-aged man covered his mouth again, and an indistinct voice leaked from his fingers: "I, what I eat is not meat, but memories. The memory of the person next to me is delicious and huge, and yours is very It's unpalatable, it's the taste I hate the most..."
memory.
Fujiang originates from the book of strange stories of the goddess of words, so her memory is virtualized by the goddess and does not exist in essence - this is also the reason why middle-aged men feel nauseous when they meet her, her memory has a high dimension The breath of the gods is the nemesis of such ghosts, and the taste makes him vomit every time he thinks about it.
For this reason... Fujiang can barely accept it, it's better than really disgusting her Fujiang's meat.
So Fu Jiang snorted, turned around and said to Xiao Li, "I'm leaving."
She is so miserable, she has to go back quickly to find a psychiatrist to give her psychological counseling.
Xiao Li: "See you next time."
Fujiang said proudly: "It depends on my mood."
She slipped away with a wisp of smoke under her feet, and only Xiao Li and the middle-aged man were left in the house—Xiao Li looked over at the man for a while, then smiled at him: "You said you had eaten before, Who have you met?"
The middle-aged man was afraid of Fujiang, but he still coveted Xiao Li and didn't buy it. It seemed that he wanted to bite him eagerly.
Xiao Li raised Xiao Huang Ben at him: "Do you still want to taste the taste of the one just now?"
When he mentioned Fujiang, the middle-aged man's expression changed and he immediately held his breath.
The appearance of the other party made Xiao Li curious. How could the taste of Fujiang's memory be mentioned so that the middle-aged man would be so sad and angry
Xiao Li asked this question, and got an unwilling answer from the other party: "It's like a mealworm who swallowed a pound of long maggots and was moldy but still alive, what's even worse is that when you eat it, it's because of divine power. Wrap it up and still alive, tumbling in my stomach..."
"—Okay, okay," Xiao Li stopped him from continuing, "I can imagine the feeling."
The middle-aged man whimpered pitifully.
Xiao Li paused, and thoughtfully gave the other party time to sort out his emotions. After seeing the middle-aged man stop reacting, he repeated the previous question: "Who did you just meet?"
The middle-aged man said angrily: "A little radish head, wearing glasses, the memory tastes mediocre, it's not enough for me to fill my stomach. That person also passed by me just like you. I was very hungry at that time, so I stopped him. , ate his memory."
With glasses... Kudo
Xiao Li: "What happens to the person whose memory is eaten by you?"
"He will lose his memory," the middle-aged man said succinctly. "He will forget who he is and what he is doing here. I will hypnotize him and let him automatically go to an empty room."
Xiao Li thought for a while: "That's why they let you move freely?"
The middle-aged man hesitated for half a minute, thinking about whether he could talk about these topics - but soon, he realized that there is no such unpleasant memory as Fujiang, so he covered his throat and said, "Yes... I can eat my memory. People are outsiders, so I can get out of here, but they can't."
"them?"
"Those 'people' like me..."
"So where are you, the scp copy area is divided into rudders?"
The middle-aged man said blankly: "What? I don't know anything, I'm just a little scoundrel, in other words, a 'prisoner'."
"...Forget it, when I didn't say it." Xiao Li said, "What's your name?"
The middle-aged man wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "Brother Yi, just call me this."
"How did you get here?"
"I don't know either," Brother Yi showed a dazed look, "I've been here since I can remember, I'm only responsible for eating memories, and nothing else is under my control. Those who do not obey the management have disappeared, and they will never be seen again. never came back."
"Have you met Qian Zixuan and Wu Gong?"
"Who was that? I never remember people, no."
Xiao Li leaned against the glass door and looked towards the outside world. After the guard left, the corridor outside became quiet, and only pale white lights shrouded everything.
Xiao Li turned around and said to Brother Yi, "Can you give him the memory you ate?"
Brother Yi instinctively replied immediately: "I will digest it after I eat it! No more!"
"Really?" Xiao Li raised the little yellow book in his hand—
Brother Yi sighed: "It's fine, the time is short, you can spit it out and give it back to him."
Xiao Li gave him a little space: "Let's go, take me to find my friend."
Brother Yi clutched his pot-bellied belly. He weighed the unpalatableness of Fujiang's memory and the horror of the place, and finally opened the glass door of his room.
After the two of them left, the surveillance camera in the upper right corner of the corridor turned to the empty cage—
[Alien intruders have been found.]
In the glass room numbered 08232, there was a person sitting on the cold ground, hugging his knees, his eyes numb under the black frame glasses.
If there are other reincarnators, it is easy to recognize him as Kudo.
But Kudo doesn't know his name is Kudo now because he has amnesia.
He doesn't know his name, past and future.
All he knew was that he belonged to this cage, that he couldn't get out, that he should have been here, but the reason he wanted to do it wasn't in his mind.
Kudo looked ahead in confusion.
Amnesia made him feel very insecure, so he curled up all over, looking a little pitiful.
The cage is very quiet, and the outside world is also very quiet. He is like a patient waiting to die in the hospital, waiting for the death that does not know when it will come.
He didn't know how long he had been like this, just when he wanted to move, the deafening footsteps from the corridor were gradually approaching him - he had a sense of fear that came from the bottom of his heart, and finally he could only hide in the corner , did not dare to look up.
Fortunately, the footsteps did not stop in front of his cage, passed this area, and walked forward.
Kudo breathed a sigh of relief, and he slowly raised his head, staring at the constant daze on the ceiling.
He was in a daze for a long time, until the sound of footsteps sounded again at the door, coming from far to near, accurately walking towards the door of his cage.
Kudo trembled. He covered his ears and counted the steps that were getting closer: one step, two steps, three steps...
Two figures came into his eyes, a man with a big belly, and an extremely beautiful young man with black hair, they were standing at his door.
Brother Yi touched his stomach: "Is it him?"
Xiao Li nodded: "Give him the memory back, and I'll let you go."
Brother Yi gritted his teeth and said, "This is what you said."
He put his hand in his mouth and began to induce vomiting to himself.
Xiao Li: "..."
—Why is the process of eating and returning memories so disgusting? Discomfort.
Brother Yi easily made a pile of objects that should be mosaic.
Seeing that he had shut up, Xiao Li was about to speak to Kudo when Brother Yi stopped him: "Wait, there is one more point."
Xiao Li showed an unbearable look, watching Brother Yi expel a little more memory, waiting to see if there would be a third wave.
Brother Yi wiped his mouth this time and spread his hands towards him: "This time it's really gone, not a single drop is left."
Kudo didn't understand what they were doing. He looked at the pile of mosaic objects on the ground and asked in confusion, "What is this?"
Brother Yi rushed to answer before Xiao Li: "Your brain."
Kudo: "..."
At the same time, in the sky above the main universe, the layers of clouds were cleared away, and a man with red eyes glanced down with interest, and he wrote a note to another god: [You Didn't you always want that thing from the sub universe? Congrats, you'll get it right away.]
Another line of writing quickly responded: [There is no movement over there, fraud, your scam is out of date.]
Purse Udurogoi shook his finger and added: [There is no movement yet, but with what I know about Sherlock—well maybe I should call him Moriarty—we can mourn for 'him' in advance— Come on, I'll invite you to a good show, and get ready to thank you.]
other side:[… …]
—Feeling that I was being tempted back and forth on the verge of being deceived by Purse Udurogai again.