Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

"Now, we will take you into a brand new world. Please enjoy this world to your heart's content——"

There was a switch on the giant cocoon. When Professor Kataoka pressed the switch, the current data was connected to the helmets worn by everyone at the same time.

It was similar to the previous two experiences. Lancer felt that his vision went dark, and then he fell asleep deeply in the helmet.

When he opened his eyes, he was already in a virtual memory world.

Lancer tried to shout twice: "System? System!"

"Gin!"

There was no response from anywhere, and it was pitch black around him, so he couldn't see what kind of environment he was in.

I searched all over my body but couldn't find anything that could illuminate it.

Just as Lancer reached out to fumble with his pockets, a hand suddenly patted his shoulder lightly.

Lancer was stunned, then kicked his legs and spun behind him.

The other party took a step back and lit the lighter before Lancer could silence him.

Lancer breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man's face clearly.

"Really, I thought the two of us were separated again!"

Under the weak firelight, the face clearly belonged to Gin.

Maybe it's because the man's face is a little thin, so judging from the light and shadow at this moment, he looks a little scary.

"We're not separated, but the environment here is a bit bad."

Lancer moved his hands and feet, and pinched his palms with his nails.

As before, there was no pain.

"How bad is it?" Lancer didn't think much about it, but after Gin held up the lighter and took a look around, Lancer realized that things were indeed beyond his expectations.

This is the Underground Research Institute, where the Zero World was born.

However, it seems that the time in the real world has continued. Lancer and Gin are now in a dark space full of corpses, with the rotting corpses of researchers everywhere.

Lancer leaned closer to Gin, then lowered his head and sniffed the air.

It's a bit realistic, and there's a rancid smell in the air.

"There shouldn't be any poisonous gas here, right?" He moved his limbs and smelled himself. "After all, this is already our memory world."

After thinking about it, Gin felt that it was a bit unreasonable.

He asked: "Do you remember what the old man named Kataoka said before we started?"

Hearing this, Lancer shook his head: "I don't remember at all. I just remember that I was disgusted when I saw his yellow teeth."

"He didn't seem to demonstrate it," Gin said. "The data left after our last test didn't seem to be saved by them."

Lancer held his chin and thought, and said: "If I remember correctly, the system should have dealt with the aftermath for us. Deleting data or something..."

So their previous memories do not exist in the Zero World.

It may be that the system has tampered with it. Zero World is also unable to read their memories from too long ago, so they only selected the most recent scene that impressed them and directly set this place as the rebirth point.

Lancer rubbed his arms and frowned: "I am sure now that I hate this zero world."

After complaining, he grabbed Gin's clothes and followed the man forward.

Gin rarely disliked him: "How old are you? You can't walk by yourself?"

"I'm scared." Lancer pretended to be pitiful. "Without the system, I'm a loser."

Gin: "..."

There's nothing wrong with it.

The two walked around the underground research institute with lighters, and found several dead cell phones and two flashlights from the dead people.

Probably prepared to cope with power outages.

There was nothing special here, so Gin and Lancer started looking for something similar to a clock or calendar.

Finally, they found a calendar clock with a battery that could automatically turn pages in the hands of a corpse that fell at his workstation.

Lancer blinked and took a long breath: "I hope this thing is the key to taking us back to the past."

Yes, others are here to enjoy it, but they are here to investigate the matter.

About the changes in the underground research institute.

Gin considered it carefully and said slowly: "The date this place was razed was..."

"It must have been two months, right?"

"So, when was that car parked on the manhole cover?"

"A week ago."

Lancer thought for a while and added: "Two weeks ago, two trash cans were placed on it. It is speculated that the cocoon here was moved when the building above was demolished."

Hearing this, Gin turned back the calendar page to two months ago.

The time suddenly changed, the surroundings were suddenly brightly lit, and researchers were walking quickly around them.

The appearance of the two of them was a bit unexpected and attracted the attention of many people.

So Lancer and Gin shook their heads: "Not now, maybe some time later."

Lancer licked his fingers with the tip of his tongue, and then turned the pages of the calendar.

Gin laughed at him: "Are you going to read the newspaper or flip through the book?"

"Get used to it." Lancer said with a smile: "Of course, this is not a good habit. It is easy to be poisoned and assassinated."

As he flipped through the calendar pages, he complained: "I have seen several examples of poisoning in cold cases that take advantage of the deceased's habit of licking their fingers."

The calendar turned back about a dozen pages before they arrived at the day of the incident.

Unexpectedly, the researchers who were supposed to be at their workstations appeared in front of the big screen behind the cocoon and formed a circle.

Something seemed to be playing on the big screen, which was shocking.

Lancer saw a young man in black among the people in white coats.

His face looked familiar.

"Saya?"

And the old man sitting in the cocoon in front of Haya was Rum who had disappeared for a long time.

"Although I have known for a long time that this project was developed by him, it still feels strange to see him here." Lancer took Gin and stood behind the researcher, trying to find the answer on the big screen.

But the picture is very dark, and Rum seems to be looking for someone in a maze-like place. The man in the picture is still very young.

No, it should be described as young.

That was just a boy who was probably only in his early ten years.

When he opened a door like a dark palace, he finally found the adults living here.

Just as Lancer was about to say something, he heard young Rum shout on the screen: "Nice to meet you, BOSS."

He looked up suddenly, only to find that the face of the figure on the screen was blurry.

"why……"

"Memory." Gin twitched the corners of his lips and smiled: "Because he is getting older, his memory has begun to blur."