Season Seven Unpaid

chapter56

Long, long ago, there was a beautiful woman who had to be separated from her lover because she was looked down upon by her lover's family.When she was heartbroken, she accepted the love of another man and lived an ordinary but warm life.

One day, she ran into her former lover in a strange city belonging to her husband's hometown.He told her that he got rid of the family that bound him all his life, and finally lived the life he wanted to live.

But it was too late, they all had their own marriages and their own spouses.

But living in the same city with the one they love, she and him were overwhelmed by longing, and finally, they still took that step.

The woman was pregnant, but she couldn't tell whether the child belonged to her husband or her lover. She was terrified, so she told her lover about it, but kept it from her husband who worked overtime in the research institute all year round.

The lover's wife was just found out to be infertile because of her natural frailty and sickness. The lover hoped that she would give birth to the child. No matter who it was, he would have a way to make the child's birth certificate the one it should belong to.

When the woman was two months pregnant, the doctor told her that she was carrying two children.

The woman was very happy, this is the way that God gave her the best of both worlds, so she told her husband that she was pregnant and had a child, and no matter who the father of the two children was, she would secretly give one of the children to her lover Upbringing, the lover agreed.

But there was an unforeseen event, and the woman's husband died in an accident when she was eighth month pregnant.

A month later, the overworked woman went into premature labor and gave birth to twin boys.According to the original plan, one was handed over to a lover to be raised, and the child's birth certificate was amended to delay the date of birth by nine days.The other is brought by the woman and is called her husband's posthumous son to the outside world.

Two years later, the lover's wife died of illness.

After another half a year, the lover who became single took the woman and another child back home.

Then, when the two children were three years old, the woman finally got her wish and married the man she loved, and became the high-ranking wife of the mayor.

"Isn't this story wonderful?"

Ji Wufu, no, it should be asked by the brave.

chapter57

The time is, November 374, 11 Li Yuan, at 1:[-] am.

Fu Zhihe calmed down after a long silence.He looked at the brave man, raised the birth certificate and DNA test report in his hand, and said, "This is a forgery."

The brave man nodded, he let go of his hand, and took the document: "How could you not change this part of the plot when you have worked so hard to get to this point. If you can't prove it, you can only forge it."

"However, everything in this game is fake, only the content in this certificate is true, isn't it?"

The brave man raised his head and looked at Fu Zhihe, reading various emotions from his face. At this moment, Fu Zhihe could no longer wear that mask.

"Who are you?" Fu Zhihe asked calmly and expressionlessly.

"Me?" The brave man tilted his head: "I'm Ji Wufu, don't you remember?"

Fu Zhihe's face was suddenly stained with an unknown expression, he smiled so fake, the more he smiled, the more he couldn't hide the thick black in his eyes.

"No, you are not Ji Wufu, why are you still standing here, you have already fouled."

The brave man threw away the document in his hand.

"I'm Ji Wufu, and the rules have long been invalid for me." He stretched out his finger and nodded to his temple: "Don't you know, my progress bar has reached 100%."

"I have already become Ji Wufu."

The brave man stood in front of Fu Zhihe, facing this violence that could erupt at any time, he looked extremely calm.

"The purpose of the game has never been to reach a happy end with you."

"It's just a [Ji Wufu cultivation game], the purpose is to let players unconsciously and willingly become Ji Wufu in the game."

"Once the level is cleared, the player also loses his own personality, so this game is a dead end."

"Using the word dead end may be a bit inappropriate, to be precise..."

"This is a hoax directed by you yourself."

Fu Zhihe raised his head and looked at the brave man with an indifferent expression, as if he was staring at the lifeless man in front of him from this angle.

"But your consciousness is clearer than anyone else, and your personality has not been deprived and destroyed by the system at all."

The brave nodded dispensably: "That's right."

"Because I have no personality."

chapter58

"Didn't the lunatic who made this game tell you?"

The brave took a step forward.

"As early as 373, he sold the research materials of [personality recovery] to the National Research Institute and got a lot of money."

Another step.

"Collect multiple high-quality personality data and input it into the chip, put the chip into the brain-dead body, and create a newborn, all-round talent in many fields. This is the core of [Personality Recovery] research. Does it sound familiar? "

last step.

"The game's startup chip, the chip behind each player's head, and the [personality recovery] chip's source code, the two match as high as 80.00%."

"Would you think it was a coincidence?"

The distance between the brave man and Fu Zhihe has been shortened to such an extent that he can't put down a fist.

He looked at Fu Zhihe who couldn't read his expression at all, and suddenly lowered his voice.

"You know, I am the most perfect experimental result so far."

"I have no personality, I can accept any new personality data, as long as I want..."

He showed Ji Wufu's expression: "I can be anyone."

Fu Zhihe's eyes were in a trance for a moment, he looked at the face of the brave man, stretched out his hand unconsciously, and stroked the face.

"Will you become Ji Wufu?"

The brave man slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "I have become Ji Wufu."

Fu Zhihe's lips moved, and he murmured: "Your name, what is your name."

"tell me your name."

The brave man's brows moved, and a sudden, wave-like mental surge hit him. He endured it without changing his face, and answered steadily and firmly:

"Ji Wufu."

"My name is Ji Wufu."

[Acquire new progress in the main task, progress: 100%]

chapter59

When the world began to collapse from color, Fu Zhihe slowly leaned against the wall and slid to the ground.

He sat against the wall, lowered his head, and let out a dull laugh: "I was deceived by you."

"Why do you know that I can't see your progress bar."

The brave man slowly squatted down and looked at the person in front of him calmly.

"Because you are not the developer of the game, you are just the script provider and director." The brave man looked at Fu Zhihe with a confused look on his face: "The police have arrested Ke Zhang, and he will bear all the charges. He forced Ji Wufu to death. price."

Fu Zhihe moved: "He is just a lunatic. He went crazy after knowing that Ji Wufu is his son. Isn't it ridiculous that Ji Wufu has been hated by his father for so many years."

"But you participated in the so-called [resurrection game] of this lunatic. You clearly know that this is a paradox. No one will be that Ji Wufu again, including me."

After a long silence, Fu Zhihe said in a low voice:

"I lost, you go."

"In order, I was the last to leave."

"Are you going to watch me die before leaving here?"

The brave man shook his head: "I will take you with me."

Fu Zhihe paused, lowered his head, and asked, "Why."

"Because Ji Wufu is a person who loves Fu Zhihe more than anyone else." Brave said.

The electronic sound that became intermittent during the collapse arrived diligently as promised:

[Successfully obtained the protagonist's design, progress: 100%]

As if Fu Zhihe could hear the voice, he tried his best to bend the corners of his mouth into a smile, but the water stains couldn't be stopped, slipped across his cheeks, and fell from the raised corners of his mouth.

The heart of the brave man seemed to have been cut by this water mark.

Unable to restrain himself, he stretched out his hands that had lost color, and hugged Fu Zhihe into his arms.

"You are sad, I know."

"I know better than anyone how sad you are."

"So go ahead and cry, I won't make fun of you."

He stroked Fu Zhihe's hair gently, slowly, as if cherishing a treasure.

"When you know that everyone in this family is your close relative, when you know that this family is full of lies..."

"Knowing that I committed suicide..."

"You must be as sad as you are now."

The white western-style buildings gradually scattered like passing sand, roofs, furniture, books, one by one turned into bubbles and were blown away.

"I'm sorry, I've never hugged you like this when you're sad."

His hands dissipated from the fingertips.

"Fu Zhihe, I love you."

"I love you more than anyone."

"Please never forget this sentence."

When the hug also turned into sand, he shed tears.

"Please don't remember me again."

chapter60

When the first ray of light broke through the dark clouds and rain in the morning, the lights of the city police station, which had been on all night, finally went out.

People from all parties were walking on the road to the end of the incident. For a while, there were no other figures on the street except the citizens who were ignorant and caring about their day.

The wind chime in front of the flower shop was alarmed and made a crisp jingle.

A man in a black raincoat tied the bow on the white card and put it in a gift box containing a bouquet of red roses.

The tall and thin figure standing outside the glass door waited quietly, no longer urging.

"Welcome next time, please walk slowly."

After the clerk's sweet voice fell, the glass door opened and closed, and the person in a black raincoat left the flower shop.

The tall, thin man who was waiting was wiping his glasses wet from the rain. He put them on after hearing the sound, opened his black umbrella and went back to the street.

"Let's go back to the research institute."

A man in a raincoat followed closely behind.

In a private hospital across the street, outside a heavily guarded ward, a stranger ushered in 10 minutes later.

The beautiful woman with red and swollen eyes took the gift box from a stranger, checked it, carried it into the ward, and placed it on the side of the bed.

On the hospital bed, the person who had been lying here for a long time finally moved his fingers this morning.

The sky is still hazy, but the warm sun rising slowly can already be vaguely seen.

A man holding an umbrella was walking on the rain-drenched street, when he suddenly stretched out his hand out of the umbrella and plucked a few raindrops.

"Today is November 11st," he said to those following him.

The man in the raincoat hummed.

"It was too hasty to leave at that time, and I haven't given you a name yet."

"Ah."

"Do you like the name Ji Wufu?"

He paused and replied, "I like it."

"Then call it that."

"…is it okay?"

"Why not, this is your name."

The man in the raincoat stopped, the tips of his hair wet from the rain stuck to his face, and even his eyes were wet.

"my name?"

"your name."

When the sun also scrambled to hug the raincoat gently, he took a step to catch up with the figure who was far away, then slowed down again, and followed closely behind him.

"Dear Mr. Fu Zhihe:

I hope that by the time you read this letter, you will have recovered your health.

I look forward to seeing you again and embracing you who are still proud and outstanding.

Do you like red roses, I do.

Also, happy birthday.

From an unnamed hero. "

Finish.