[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

The perfumer peers nervously through the conservatory glass.The door of the greenhouse had already been pried open, but she didn't dare to enter this "private land" that belonged to her.The mourner stood alone beside her newly planted jar of Rosemary roses, a precarious pink gift bag hooked to the little finger of his left hand.The water-red rose petals reflected the angel's snow-white clothes and pale complexion.Obviously, his usual state is always expressionless, and his back is always straight, but there is something different.

The perfumer is an expert in psychology and aromatherapy. Unlike Amiya's "spiritual absorption" origin stone talent, she can judge the other person's mood just by their expressions, posture and language.For example, now, what she reads from the mourners is loneliness—a loneliness that is so huge that it almost drowns all bystanders.

He swims in the water of solitude like a goldfish voluntarily trapped in a fishbowl.

She tapped lightly on the glass wall of the conservatory.The other party didn't respond, not even giving a natural reflection of the body.

The radio is still ringing.Glaucus couldn't continue laughing after playing two or three sentences. Warfarin grabbed her microphone and continued to shout the funny "Missing Person Notice".She heard rumbling footsteps coming from the elevators at both ends of the corridor.The first ones to rush forward were the members of Guards Group A who were in charge of the sixth floor with her, and then the reserve players on the fifth floor. The crowd was crowded, and a road was difficultly separated from the middle, so that the girls from the auxiliary group surrounded Yan Ke Squeeze over.

Countless faces were pasted high and low on the glass of the greenhouse, and countless pairs of eyes were aimed at the two protagonists tonight.The girls dispersed automatically at the door, leaving only Yanke who walked into the greenhouse slowly.

The frozen expression of the undertaker finally changed a little.He raised his eyelashes, revealing a pair of calm blue eyes.

"You found me." He said softly.

"Ah, yes. So you've seen through it a long time ago."

"Actually, I began to have doubts when I saw the extra content you posted, and I didn't finally confirm it until recently. So it's not too early to really 'see through'." The mourner said, "Don't worry, I am not angry because of this. Or be insulted. It doesn't matter. On the contrary, from a pure reader's point of view, I think you wrote very well, 'dogmatic force field'."

They stood across a small flower bed, and the cloud and wind were so light that they seemed to be chatting, but the onlookers couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Then you also know that today I am for..."

"Confession." The mourner rarely interrupted Yanke's words.Yanke didn't say much, but just smiled softly.

"I have read your post on the Water District of the Rhodes Island Forum, and I know that today, the Christmas Eve Banquet, is the ending plot you have scheduled in the novel. The "undertaker" confession. As of yesterday's update, you have advanced the plot to the stage of preparations for the banquet.

"So I venture to guess that the rest of the novel should depend on the outcome of today's confession, right?"

The secret is not difficult to guess.So Yanke nodded.

"After starting to suspect that you were the 'Doctrine Force Field', I re-read the first few posts in the thread and was sure of one thing. You have been observing my life since you started serializing on the forum, and as such As a material for your creation, right?"

nod.

"That's all right. I like your novels very much, especially the rich and vivid details in them."

The mourner's expression cracked again for a moment.He seemed to want to raise the corner of his mouth to smile, but anyone could tell that his expression was more serious than crying.

"But why do you do this?"

His chest was in pain, it was difficult for him to breathe, tears could not fall from his dry eye sockets, but there were two pairs of turbulent eyes.This is the limit of what he can experience - he judges this emotion to be sad, which is too light a word, in fact it should be called pain.The hidden deep anger made his wrist tremble slightly, and the gift bag hanging on his little finger shook even more dangerously.Then the tremor went down his arm, down his body, and he trembled soundlessly, like rosemary roses blooming behind him.

He said so many words "it doesn't matter", but to be honest, people's hearts are not hard, so how can they be really indifferent?

"I just want to ask you one thing..."

There was a silent, huge pain, and at that moment they all became trapped goldfish in the tank.

"What about after the confession?"

Mostima, who followed Penguin Logistics to search the deck, finally arrived.She eagerly separated the crowd, and the long staff behind her back slapped the thighs and buttocks of countless people all the way, and finally managed to squeeze in front of the glass of the greenhouse.

Her cobalt blue eyes were wide open, and she silently asked Nightingale who was next to her, "What's going on with them?"

Nightingale also mouthed her answer: "I don't know either. But the Undertaker already knows that the 'Doctrine Force Field' is Yanke."

Yan Ke actually prepared an answer to the mourner's question, and there was more than one.But he was stunned by this time, the language system was temporarily shut down, no matter what answer he was stuck in his throat, he couldn't speak.The mourner did not wait for his answer, but waited politely for a few seconds, and then continued: "On the night of December 12, you had heart palpitations and shortness of breath due to the ore attack in the middle of the night. I took you to the hospital the next day. Went to the medical department for a physical examination. Then you said, you will probably die soon."

In fact, when he said this, his voice was already very low.It's just that it's too quiet in all directions, except for the persistent hum of the central air conditioner, the breathing sounds of hundreds of people are all suppressed inaudibly.

"Then you entrusted me with one thing. Ask me to bring your mobile phone to Shining after you die, or, if it cannot be delivered for more than a day, destroy it on the spot.

"I didn't understand why at the time. Now I know, because you have the manuscript of "Employee Dormitories Are Not Outside the Law" in your mobile phone."

He went on like this smoothly: "In view of the fact that you have instilled in me more than one time ideas such as 'human beings are mortal' and 'hard-working fighting skills are only meaningful between life and death', combined with your lack of attention in the past to cooperate with treatment attitude, I judge you to have serious self-destructive tendencies, and a tendency to elevate things to the extreme and then completely destroy them. Create a series of novels written in your and my name, and destroy it after the perfect ending, it is you A manifestation of self-destructive tendencies. So I have to stop you..."

The Undertaker raised his voice slightly.At the same time, he took a step forward, lifted the gift bag that he had been hooking on his little finger, and handed it over the flower bed with both hands.This kind of action is very similar to another confession scene, but the words spit out from his mouth are:

"Operator Yanke, I refuse to accept your confession."

Everyone was shocked.

No one expected that a beautiful confession that had been planned for a long time would end up like this.A few little girls with poor psychological endurance cried out on the spot. They all followed the serialization of "Outlaw Land" in the forum all the way to the present. It was the first time they knew that the author of "Outlaw Land" was the CP deity One of the times I was very excited about it, so after the story of the fairy tale collapsed, the fragile psychological defense also collapsed.The three giants of the rotten girls in the medical department didn't cry.Gavial's expression was dull.Warfarin slammed the glass hard after realizing the situation.The remaining Miss Ceylon tightly covered her mouth, and fell limply on Hei's shoulder.

Yanke has been silent ever since The Undertaker began to unravel.Shock at first, mixed with bitterness after the missed opportunity to answer.He snatched the little pink paper bag with his hands and recognized it as the one that the Undertaker had bought with him at Cruciel's procurement center before—he still watched as Cruciel sealed the thing , with ribbon flowers pasted on the pink pocket mouth.

Now the ribbon flower on the bag mouth is still there, but the paper tape on the top has been cut off, and it has been re-sealed with a small piece of yellow electrical tape.

"It's not..." He smiled wryly, "I know what's inside. It's not a surprise anymore, Angel."

"I think it's unfair to you if I pre-identified you before confessing. So for the sake of fairness between us, I choose to give you the gift we bought together." The mourner said, "Open it."

What followed was the crisp sound of the paper bag being torn open.Yan Ke didn't touch the beautiful ribbon flower, but directly tore the paper bag in two.What fell out of it was a hardcover Terran 1098 calendar.Yanke watched the mourner buy it with his own eyes. At first he thought he was going to keep it for himself. When he saw that he entrusted Ke Luxie to pack it, he thought that he was going to give it to Hongyun, but he didn't guess the target of the gift. would be himself.

Yanke threw away the two halves of the paper bag, and grabbed the brand new calendar that fell from the sky.

"The gift has been sent to you. Please cooperate with the treatment in the next year, live well, and use it up. Don't have any more thoughts of self-destruction."

The mourner stepped across the flower bed and happened to pass by Yanke.Suddenly he laughed easily. Although the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised, everyone could see that he was sincerely happy.

"Yan Ke, happy birthday."

He said.

On the island-wide radio, Christmas carols pre-set to play at zero o'clock rang softly.

"Silent night, holy night, in all darkness, light shines,

"As the Mother and the Child,

"How much kindness is how innocent,

"Enjoy the heaven-sent peace of sleep quietly, enjoy the heaven-sent peace of sleep..."

(TBC)