Sun Wenjun's blind date came twenty minutes later and fell in love with Chen Yang.
To be precise, it was the former Chen Yang.
Chen Yang discovered that Sun Wenjun and Xiang Zimu were not surprised by this result, and even he himself seemed accustomed to it at that time.
"To be honest, as a lesbian, I think Brother Sun is more attractive." Xiang Zimu chewed the lemon in the cup without blinking.
Chen Yang looked at himself putting his arm on Sun Wenjun's shoulder when he came back from paying the bill, and smiled jokingly: "As a gay man, I feel the same way."
Xiang Zimu complained to Sun Wenjun: "Look how cocky he is!"
Sun Wenjun ruffled her hair and said, "Our little Yangyang is really popular with the opposite sex."
"But I just don't have a partner." Xiang Zimu laughed.
"… "
Chen Yang followed the three people shopping, and in the afternoon they went to a residential area, where Xiang Zimu lived. There he met Xiang Yue, a nurse from the rehabilitation center.
Xiangyue has a baby face, chubby, with a small indentation where you press your hand. His facial shape and bone structure are not like his sister, except for his eyebrows and eyes.
"Brother Yang!" Xiangyue jumped on him at that time, and pestered him like a child, asking him to teach her how to play games.
"I can't teach you. Please ask someone else for help."
Xiangyue was not angry when she was rejected: "Take me flying, and I will help you find a girlfriend. Really, there are some cute girls among my classmates, you will definitely like them if you see them, Brother Yang!"
"Your brother Yang doesn't like cute kids."
"Tsk tsk, last time I was looking through my phone album and sorting out photos, I caught a snapshot of a passerby with a small bun on his head. You looked at him for a few more seconds. Do you want me to continue? I'm embarrassed."
"You stinky boy, what the hell are you doing? Come on, sit down, play the game, and lead the team."
Chen Yang on the side chattered, it turned out that he liked Xiao Jiujiu before.
Chao Jian's hair was also grown long on purpose.
In the past, I was very good at playing games, and my operation was so fast that it was dazzling. Chen Yang watched expressionlessly. Now his skills are several levels lower. If they were reset, how come even his gaming level was weakened? Are the data changed randomly? What is the basis for the specialist in charge of this to change it? Just based on his mood
Chen Yang thought about some meaningless things and continued to watch himself being the boss in the game with an expressionless face.
And Xiangyue's eyes were as if he saw the God of War, he admired her so much that he wanted to kneel down and worship her.
At this time, Xiangyue was just an ordinary boy. He had been in poor health since childhood. His family listened to a fortune teller and gave him a feminine name, made him wear women's clothes, and raised him as a girl, hoping that he would be healthy and safe.
After Xiangyue became an adult, he tried many tricks, even becoming a monk, and finally put on men's clothes and became a boy again. He also wanted to change his name, but his family strongly disagreed.
His family was afraid that his fate would be damaged and something might happen to him, so his sister Xiang Zimu lived with him and was responsible for taking care of him.
Xiangyue shouted to the kitchen: "Sister! Give me a bottle of Coke!"
Chen Yang heard himself with his hair pulled into a mess and he also trembled and shouted: "Sister! Give me a bottle of soda!"
Xiang Zimu was cutting oranges in the kitchen and yelled angrily, "Don't you have hands?"
Xiangyue shrank her neck and complained in a low voice: "My deskmate's sister is a cool and cool person, she is feminine and fairy-like, unlike my sister, who has a goddess face but is a psychopath."
Chen looked up at Xiang Zimu and Sun Wenjun who were standing in the kitchen and talking, and murmured silently, how nice it would be like this.
Xiang Zimu forgot about her brother after the reset, and only recognized him later when she was doing the mission in Area B of the Rehabilitation Center. She got to know him... One of the siblings was tired and didn't want to leave, and the other became an NPC at the mission point.
It was better than before.
Although resetting is a second life, it takes away too many things and replaces too many things. Even if you reach the end, it is impossible to return to the original state. What cannot be returned can never be returned.
Chen Yang pursed his lips, there was indeed nothing perfect in the world.
A large, juicy orange was shared by Sun Wenjun and his three companions. Chen Yang watched them eat. He watched for a while, then tentatively moved away. When he found that he could walk around the room, he casually looked around.
Xiang's family is well off. The apartment the siblings live in is not cheap, and the furnishings in the house are all exquisite.
Chen Yang walked to the balcony and looked down at the Wucheng Lake below. It was almost noon, the breeze was blowing gently and the sun was shining brightly. Countless small golden dots condensed on the surface of the lake. He thought of his two big diamonds.
Chen Yang pinched his empty ring finger. If he went out, he would...
Waves of floral scent filled Chen Yang's arms. He looked around the balcony, and saw clusters of brightly colored flowers, just like a small garden. The flower-growing killer was very moved.
Chen Yang looked at the lake and thought, this place is indeed like a fairyland. Sitting here in the early morning or at dusk, he can forget everything and all that is left in his mind is the beautiful scenery of nature.
"Why aren't they the same?"
Chen Yang heard his sleepy voice coming from the living room. Turning back, he heard Xiangyue say, "It's boring to see the same thing. This is the best-looking one I picked out in the store. Do you want it?"
What? Chen Yang stepped into the living room, walked a few steps and stopped, his eyes wide open in astonishment.
There were three diaries on the coffee table in front of the sofa, in different colors and patterns. The common point was that they were all new, all bought by Xiangyue.
The one at the top is...
Chen Yang rushed over quickly. He stared at the blue notebook on it. His head felt dizzy and his breathing became rapid. Wasn't this the diary that disappeared from his backpack
This book was handed to him personally by Xiangyue last year. He studied it over and over again, but still didn't understand what the clues inside meant.
So…
Chen Yang squatted down slowly. This notebook was bought for him by Xiangyue, but he lost it later. Xiangyue found him and returned it to him.
At that time Xiangyue said to him: The cover is so old, it must be very important. Sir, don’t forget it in the future, otherwise it will be difficult to find it if you lose it, and you will only regret it then.
How did he respond? He seemed to say "hmm", and then said: You are right, I will keep it well.
The notebook was returned to him, but he had forgotten what he had written. It was not that he regretted it, but he felt sorry and wanted to remember it again.
Chen Yang looked at himself lying on the sofa with his legs stretched out on the coffee table. He picked up the blue notebook with his feet, reached it in his hands, and turned the pages with disgust: "Little brother, your brother Yang has graduated for many years. What's the use of this thing? It's too soft to make origami airplanes, let alone cardboard."
"Of course it's writing a diary. It's a good habit. Every detail of life is waiting for us to record. Just start with this one. When you finish, I will buy you another one. I will buy you notebooks for as many years as you write. Really, Brother Yang, you will soon enter menopause, and then old age and Alzheimer's disease. Aren't you panicking? I will do everything for you..." Xiangyue skillfully dodged his brother Yang's feet and ran away.
Xiang Zimu revealed to his two partners what his brother was embarrassed to say: "He felt that it was not good to always collect your things, so he wanted to buy something for you, but he didn't know what to buy, so he was troubled and finally bought this. It was not my idea. I didn't participate in the whole process. I didn't even think that I would have a share."
"Children's world is pure and their thoughts are simple." Sun Wenjun became interested in writing a diary. "Pick one."
Xiang Zimu took the red one.
Something flashed through Chen Yang's mind and his expression changed. This was the notebook that Xiang Zimu used to write music scores in the mission in the small town.
"Brother Yang, you can use it to remember your teammates. You have so many friends that you'll always forget." Xiang Zimu said with a smile, "Write them all down."
"That's too much. Too much trouble."
Sun Wenjun suggested calmly: "Remember those who have left, just as a memorial."
Chen Yang turned his head slowly, looked at Sun Wenjun in a daze, and then looked at himself who was nodding repeatedly because he thought it was a good idea.
"Let's do it!" I made the decision at this moment.
Chen Yang's throat trembled. It turned out that each line was not a line, but a name of a person that had been tampered with by the rules.
When Xiangyue gave it to him, there were fewer lines on the first few pages, but more and more on the latter pages, with some pages having dozens of lines on them...
So how many teammates did I send away
"For the first page, I plan to come up with a cool motto and ask Jing to write it for me. His calligraphy is handsome."
Chen Yang heard himself say that, he moved his pale lips, you can't think of it. Because when I got it later, the first page was blank.
A Jing came over in the afternoon. This was the first time Chen Yang met Wu Yu's reset partner, and he was also one of Zheng Zhiqin's teammates after the reset.
A Jing was different from what Chen Yang had imagined. He was very clean, and his eyes showed curiosity and respect for the world.
Such a person, who is already twenty-nine years old, has no trace of being polluted by the mundane world. He lives in his own fairy tale world, full of childlike innocence.
A Jing took a fancy to the house next to Xiang Zimu's house. The balconies were next to each other, so they could talk to each other without having to visit each other.
"Sister, is Brother Jing really secretly in love with you?" Xiangyue said in a low voice.
"What do you know? Your brother Jing is not an ordinary person." Xiang Zimu knocked on his brother's head. "Women and love are vulgar things to him."
Xiangyue chuckled: "Men understand men better."
"What kind of man are you? Your hair isn't even fully grown." Xiang Zimu attacked his brother mercilessly.
Xiangyue ran to Brother Yang and cried.
His brother Yang didn't stand on his side this time: "Little kid, don't just think about shipping someone off because they are of good age and good looks. If you can ship someone off so well, why don't you just go eat some melon seeds instead?"
"How could I be like that!" Xiangyue looked aggrieved.
"How could that be possible? You even dare to support the relationship between me and your brother Xiao Wen, and you even bring your sister into this. It's like a big pot stew. Do you believe me, I will tell your sister about this and let her beat your ass?"
Xiangyue slapped her butt twice without saying anything: "I've done it before, I won't do it again, please forgive me! Brother, handsome guy, handsome guy..."
"What else? Don't you know how to add the whole world and the whole universe in front of it? As a college student, do you have such a limited vocabulary?"
"… "
Chen Yang, who was behind, rolled his eyes. He caught a glimpse of A Jing squatting in the corner of the balcony muttering to himself, so he walked over curiously to check.
A Jing is talking to a little bug.
The insect was on the flower and somehow fell to the ground with its belly facing upwards. It tried to turn over but failed. It was very funny.
A Jing pinched its chubby body and pulled off the thin vines that were wrapped around its thick legs.
"The world is beautiful but also dangerous. Don't run around before you grow up." A Jing put the little bug into the flowerpot.
This surprised Chen Yang a little, as he thought A Jing would put the insects directly into the petals.
"Climb up along the flower stem and climb onto the big leaves. It's tiring, but you have to pay a price for your actions so that you can learn your lesson." A Jing held his chin and looked at the little bug. He didn't feel bored at all. He could watch like this for an afternoon or even a whole day.
"After buying the house, I want to connect the living room and the balcony and transform it into a water curtain cave. What do you think?" Ajing said.
Chen Yang said subconsciously: "As long as you live comfortably."
Before he finished speaking, Sun Wenjun's voice came from behind: "Will the house get wet?"
"I don't know how long I can live, so I can do whatever I want." A Jing chuckled.
Sun Wenjun took off his glasses, put his index and middle fingers together, and rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips: "Too negative, this is not good."
"Negative? I don't think so." Ah Jing leaned close to a rhododendron flower and smelled it. He corrected, "I am cherishing every day."
"Why don't you do the mission with us so we can take care of each other." Sun Wenjun had forgotten how many times he had made the invitation.
Ah Jing couldn't remember how many times she had rejected his kindness: "Let it be, we'll cooperate if we meet."
"Everything has two sides, it's not black and white. Having more partners or having no partners has its pros and cons," Ah Jing stopped Sun Wenjun from continuing, "Brother Wen, I like the current pace."
Sun Wenjun put his glasses on his nose and said, "Okay, I respect your choice." Seeing A Jing counting leaves, he went back to the living room. After a while, he came out and handed over a bag of gummy bears.
"Did Xiaoyang buy this for me?" Ajing took it happily and opened it quickly.
"Who else could it be?" Sun Wenjun said, "Just you and him who like to eat these little things."
"He eats everything, but I only eat this. It's different." A Jing tore the gummy candy as if he was eating something delicious. The corners of his mouth and eyes curved up, and he looked very happy.
Sun Wenjun: “…”
Chen Yang squatted beside A Jing, facing a field of flowers and plants with him.
"I'm walking towards the finish line," Chen Yang said. "I don't know how many steps are left. I can't see or touch anything, so I can only keep moving forward."
"I hope to walk faster." He lowered his eyes. "I'm so tired."
"Take a rest if you're tired." A Jing's gentle voice sounded in his ears, but he was not talking to Chen Yang. He was talking to the bug that had not yet crawled back home.
"I dare not rest. I'm afraid if I rest, I won't be able to find the way." Chen Yang said, "If I can't find the way, Chao Jian will die. He will cry to death."
"You will find the way. Don't be afraid. You are very brave." A Jing smiled slightly.
Chen Yang also laughed: "I'm not brave, and I haven't done anything shocking. I just want to go home."
"Yes, that's it, let's go." A Jing tapped the bug with a dead leaf, ate a few pieces of gummy candy, took out a harmonica from the small bag in front of him, and held it to his naturally slightly upturned lips.
A light and melodious tune slowly flows out.
The wind is gentle, the sunlight is gentle, and the man playing the harmonica is also gentle.
Chen Yang blinked his eyes, and his vision went dark. There were screams all around him. A Jing was leaning against the wall, his neck hooked by an iron hook, and large streams of blood gushed out. He blinked again, and A Jing fell into his arms, her hands weakly brushed across his clothes, and she fell down.
"Ah...Ah Jing?" Chen Yang's face was covered in blood, warm and sprayed from Ah Jing's body. The blood was still flowing down his chin.
A few blood clots came out of A Jing's mouth, and he uttered vague, incomplete syllables: "Xiao, Xiao Yang, help, help me..."
"What can I help you with? Just tell me." Chen Yang's nerves in his head throbbed with pain. He bent his sweaty back and put his ear close to him. "Just tell me. I'm listening. Ah Jing, just tell me."
When A Jing opened his mouth, his throat was filled with the sound of blood gurgling up. He moved his blood-stained lips a few times with difficulty, and then he stopped breathing.
Chen Yang vaguely heard his last words before he died.
-Help me close my eyes.
Chen Yang took several difficult breaths like an asthma patient, suppressing his emotions again and again. He covered A Jing's stiff, wide-open eyes and wiped them down bit by bit with shaking hands.
In fact, it was his past self who knew Ajing, not his present self, but he was still extremely sad.
Such a kind and simple person.
Chen Yang unconsciously pressed the hole on A Jing's neck that was bleeding continuously, and found that they were in a corridor. The propaganda picture on the opposite wall made his pupils shrink sharply.
This is Area B of the rehabilitation center!
Fourth floor!
Directly from the third node of life to the fourth.
The peaceful days suddenly turned into a killing field without any warning. For the first time, Chen Yang experienced the despair and cruelty of the live-action version of the Seven game.
"Brother Yang!" Xiang Zimu's tearful cry came from one direction.
Chen Yang turned his head following the sound and saw Xiang Zimu, Sun Wenjun and Sanyue who were chatting and laughing in the living room just a moment ago.
There was a hideous bloody wound on Sun Wenjun's face, with a large piece of flesh missing, deep enough to see the bone. There was a large patch of blood on Xiang Zimu's upper body, and it was impossible to tell where she was injured. Xiangyue, who was tightly held by her, did not seem to be injured, but her eyes were empty, and it was obvious that she was scared silly.
Behind the three of them was an elevator.
Chen Yang's chaotic memories were forcibly pushed aside by a pair of invisible hands, and he searched through them at will. Then, a fragment was laid out in front of him. After the mission at the train station last year, he came to the rehabilitation hospital to find Zhang Qi, who took him to see his attending physician, Sun Wenjun, who he believed was replaced by Li Yue. After that, when they were walking through the corridor, he pointed to a place and said that he remembered there was an elevator there, but Zhang Qi said there was no elevator.
The location of that elevator was the one in front of him.
It turned out that what he called "remembering" at that time was because the traces before his reset were not cleaned up by the rules.
The area in area c is the wall, and the area in area b is the elevator.
Chen Yang carried A Jing's body on his back and met Sun Wenjun and his two companions. His room number in Area C of the rehabilitation hospital was A-401.
There is also a 401 in Area B. Chen Yang glanced inside when he passed by. There was no one there. The bed and the floor were covered in blood. The amount was as if the blood of two adults had been drained out.
"Brother Jing... wuwu, Brother Jing is gone..." Xiangyue couldn't stop crying.
Xiang Zimu covered his brother's eyes with his blood-stained hands and scolded him sternly and distressedly: "Be strong!"
When Sun Wenjun and Xiang Zimu looked over, Chen Yang tacitly put A Jing into an empty ward. Before he stood up straight, he heard a familiar voice from outside.
"Xiao Yangyang—"
Chen Yang's breathing stopped and became heavy. It was Sister Qiao! Didn't she already...
Sister Qiao stopped at the mission on the bus. It seems that the timeline of the revolving lantern did not start from the beginning, but was messed up. The mission in Area B of the rehabilitation hospital was before the bus.
Miss Qiao appeared at the door of the ward with a murderous look on her face. Her left eye was cut by a bloody mark, and the wound split her face diagonally in two. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth casually and smiled tiredly and wildly.
"Xiao Yangyang, we are so unlucky. Last time we worked together for the first time, there was a murderer, and this time there are a dozen."
"When was the last time?" Chen Yang coughed to cover up his emotions.
"The bus, the paper figurine, my last mission was a murderer, a trap question, I thought the answer was all the participants, but you had a different idea, you said the answer was the person who chopped off the murderer's head, and in the end I listened to you, passed the level, and escaped death." Miss Qiao raised her bloody eyebrows, "Why, you forgot?"
Chen Yang's mind went blank. Didn't Sister Qiao park at the bus stop? Why did this happen? What went wrong
He knows!
He remembered!
At Sanlian Bridge, Chao Jian said that Sister Qiao once saved a pregnant woman who was eaten, so she should have stopped there!
Because if only part of her body was eaten and she left with a breath left, Chao Jian would say "the woman wanted to eat her" instead of "ate her".
Chen Yang bit the joint of his index finger hard. Everything could be fake, except Chao Jian. He could be trusted.
Therefore, there is only one possibility for this phenomenon. What Sister Qiao said just now is true. She completed the bus mission and later died in a certain mission at the hands of a pregnant woman she had delivered.
As for the ending of Sister Qiao that he saw on the bus, that was his... illusion.
Chen Yang wanted to laugh. If Sister Qiao in his previous chapter had not failed in her mission or she was not the protagonist, he would continue to believe that this was all true, and everything he saw and heard was real.
The rules made Sister Qiao appear in his revolving lantern again. This arrangement was to tell him clearly that the revolving lantern was not just a revolving lantern, but also illusions mixed in.
The rules seemed to be laughing and saying to him, "Stupid, this is the last level. Do you think you can get out by reviewing some important moments in the past like watching a movie? You wish. My goal is to make you unable to distinguish between the revolving lantern and the illusion. That is the real meaning of the last level."
Facing his old teammates and partners who were bleeding and crying, Chen Yang clenched his fingers that were hanging at the seam of his trousers into fists. He really couldn't tell the difference now. He couldn't tell which part was what really happened and which part was an illusion.
Only when you reach the end can you remember the real memories.
Chen Yang swallowed the rusty taste in his throat. It was okay. No matter what the rules required him to look at, he would just look at it, regardless of whether it was true or false.
No! He can't do it! Chen Yang's threshold is constantly decreasing, and the rationality in his eyes will be shattered at any time. He can't help but want to distinguish the real from the fake, and then pick them out one by one and divide them into two areas.
This would cause his spirit to break down.
Chen Yang heard Sun Wenjun's shout, his body had gotten used to his old partner and he followed him out unconsciously.
When he missed the moment when Chao Jian revealed to him about Sister Qiao's death, he had mental problems and only now realized his situation.
He was careless. He was only concerned with watching the past scenes, and was immersed in the joys and sorrows of the past. He did not bother to figure out the rules.
Chen Yang was surrounded by the nauseating smell of blood, and acid was rising in his stomach. Chao Jian's last level was all illusions. Ding Huichun was like a revolving lantern, and he thought Chao Jian was like that because of the opportunity he had when he entered. He would be the same as Ding Huichun, and the revolving lantern was just a revolving lantern, but in fact, he was half and half.
Everyone has a different setup for the final level...
Chen Yang's brows were tightly furrowed. He originally thought that he just needed to keep his original intention. But now it seems that he would have to keep his original intention even if he went crazy to pass the level.
Oh.
Chen looked up at the piles of flesh, blood, internal organs and corpses in the corridor. This must be fake, it must be fake, it is all an illusion.
"Don't take it seriously, you can't take it seriously, it must be fake..."
Chen Yang muttered to himself, and the next second he instinctively rushed towards Sun Wenjun and blocked the iron hook that was hitting his neck artery.
The forearm was hooked through on the spot!
Just like peeling pork, the hook pulled at his flesh, separating the skin from the flesh and bones.