What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

Chapter 23: Dusty memory

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Because it costs 10,000 days after entering V, He Ruge's daily game time is controlled within an hour and a half. After he played the game, he typed the words for three hours, and studied the red stripes for a while before going to bed.

More red streaks. But the new red stripes are on the ankles.

There are red stripes in two different places, does this mean that he can have two chances of being lucky to break the watch a day

He Ruge has already drawn the rare item "Love Fortune" today. In theory, he won't have a second chance to get lucky. It's past nine o'clock in the evening. He Ruge logs into the game, takes out the pink gashapon in his backpack, and clicks the mouse to twist it. When egging, the red lines on the ankles and thighs kept jumping, for fear of missing the changes in the red lines.

The red stripes on the ankles glowed hot in an instant.

"Clang clang ~"

[Name]: Diary

[Quality]: Rare

[Evaluation]: Although I don't have the ability to read minds, I will sneak through your diary~ I found all your pony feet!

"Note: Diary, this game believes that all carriers that record the past can be called diaries."

"Instructions for use: Select any person in the game to view his secrets"

"Restriction: The selected person must have the habit of recording secrets. Once selected, the target cannot be changed"

There are really two lucky chances in one day!

However, this restriction is a bit harsh. He Ruge can't find the chosen one for a while. Are there really NPCs in this game who have the habit of writing diaries

Maybe... He can cultivate the habit of keeping a diary from the little white tiger, and when the little white tiger turns into a humanoid to write a diary, he can use props to spy on the little white tiger's inner world!

What does the little white tiger think of him

Every day, he touches the little white tiger with his hands and feet, touches his head, back, claws, and claws. In the future, he will even touch his butt, suck his belly and play with his tail. In the eyes of the little white tiger, is he a pervert who covets a cute body, or a highly skilled masseuse

If the little white tiger can write a diary, then the style of painting should be:

Today I was touched on the head, and it was over. I was not very tall when I touched my head, and I was angry.

Today I was pinched my paws, obviously my paws are reserved for the beautiful and cute little tigress to hold hands, hum.

I got my butt rubbed today, damn, blame me for being so cute, even my ass is so cute.

After a long time, the little white tiger became the big white tiger, and he still kept the habit of writing a diary:

Today he tried to touch my ass and I bit his head off in one bite.

He Ruge: "...!"

This assumption is terrible, stop now!

He Ruge thought about the suitable crowd for the props. If he had to find an NPC, it might be a crow

He Ruge closed the Pink Gacha interface and came to the staff housing. The crow happened to be not in the room, so He Ruge conducted a carpet search of the room, turned over the ceiling and the bottom of the bed, and clicked on every item on the screen with the mouse, but did not find the shadow of the diary.

It looks like it can't be found.

However, He Ruge fished out a small iron cage from under the bed. It was a very small iron cage, full of dust.

[Name]:Iron cage

[Source]: Crow

[Status]: Obsolete

[Evaluation]: It is the crow's iron cage, which is of great significance to the crows in the past

Ravens of the past

This sentence seems strange. It was important to the crows of the past, but is it meaningless to the current crows

The iron cages in this game are all used to detain experimental subjects, and this cage should be no exception. Could it be that the experimental subjects held in this small iron cage were very important to the crows, and then the experimental subjects died, and the crows took this iron cage The cage was quietly hidden as a souvenir

Because people die like lights go out, with the passage of time, the iron cage that was once a treasure is also placed under the bed and accumulates dust.

The iron cage is so small that it is just right to hold a pigeon. So let the heroine be an innocent little pigeon.

He Rugenao, a writer of Jinjiang, made up a love story with a deep sadomasochism. The crow is a cold-blooded and ruthless scumbag male protagonist, and he talked about a sadomasochistic love with the bitter little white pigeon female protagonist locked in a cage.

He Ruge's eyes swept across the center of the iron cage, and suddenly found a few scratches under the thin dust.

Click the iron cage with the mouse, and click the iron cage to remove some dust. After several clicks, the dust on the base of the iron cage becomes less and less, and a line of words appears.

[Black Cloud Lan]

In addition to the name, there are other strange scratches. When He Ruge was about to click the mouse again to wipe the dust, the game screen suddenly turned—

crow

[What are you doing?]

The crow stood at the door at some point, staring blankly at He Ruge. He Ruge felt a guilty conscience of being caught on the spot for a while.

[You found the iron cage under the crow's bed, and a name was engraved in the cage, you felt very strange, you chose:

A. Ask who "Wu Yunlan" is

B. Indicates that he is cleaning]

There is only one last chance to archive, He Ruge doesn't want to waste the archive.

Option A was too risky. He Ruge struggled for a while, but chose B.

you

[I was cleaning the room and I swept out this iron cage under your bed]

crow

[Throw it in the garbage dump]

He Ruge was a little surprised by the crow's indifferent reaction, it seemed that the crow really didn't care about the cage at all. So why did he hide the "rubbish" in the first place

The crow goes to bed.

He Ruge walked out of the staff housing with the iron cage, walked through the dark corridor, and came to the hall where countless iron cages were piled up.

Inside the cage are the bodies of the subjects. He Ruge suddenly thought of a question. If the hall is full of discarded products from the "Wings of Death" experiment, where did the successful products of the experiment go

Because those successful products have successfully transplanted worm wings, after they have strong power, wouldn't they hate Xinghai Orphanage so much, and then take revenge on Xinghai Orphanage

He Ruge clicked on the small iron cage again, all the dust on the iron cage was swept away, except for the row of names, there were many vague words.

He Ruge: "… "

Well, the hint is obvious, I get it.

The iron cage is the "diary".

He Ruge used the rare item "Diary". The small iron cage was wrapped in a yellow halo and turned into a diary, recording the past events sealed in time.

[I was selected to participate in "Wings of Death"]

[They cut off my wings and put worm wings on them]

[I will definitely kill these people]

[The fusion degree of insect wings is very high, I have become stronger, I will definitely kill them]

[I will definitely kill them]

[Black Cloud Lan]

The murderous aura between the lines almost overflowed the screen, but the diary stopped abruptly, the yellow halo dissipated, and the diary changed back to a small iron cage, but this time the words engraved on the iron cage disappeared.

Together with the name "Black Cloud Lan".

The small iron cage is still as small as it is suitable for a pigeon or a crow.

Wu Yunlan is an experimental subject of the Xinghai Orphanage. He was selected to participate in the "Wings of Death". In this organ transplant experiment, he lost his original wings, and the insect wings brought him strength.

He used his claws to record drips on the iron cage, and the sentence he wrote most was "I will definitely kill them."

However, the one with the deepest scratches on the iron cage was his name "Wu Yunlan". Perhaps it took all his strength to leave this name, and the scratches were so deep that even dust could not cover them.

He must not want to forget these three words.

At this moment, He Ruge suddenly came across an almost cruel truth—

The crow is the dark cloud.

The perpetrator is the original victim.

I don't know what happened. He is now wearing a white overalls, walking in the Xinghai Orphanage like a ghost, and he no longer even has his own name, leaving only a code name called Raven.