I Wasn't Born Lucky

Fu Jiang was very angry.

But the middle-aged man seemed to be really disgusted by Fu Jiang's arm, as if the opposite was not a stunning beauty, but a piece of rotten flesh. Not only did he frown enough to kill a fly, he even covered his mouth.

Fu Jiangqi's small face turned pale: "Am I so unpalatable?!"

The middle-aged man didn't reply, he wiped his mouth with difficulty, closed his eyes in pain, and there seemed to be a crystal tear in the corner of his eye.

...Hey, I'm even angrier.

Fu Jiang began to grind her teeth, but she couldn't get a response. She shifted her target and began to reprimand Xiao Li: "Why do you ask me to do this kind of thing?"

Xiao Li coughed: "Isn't it that you can regenerate..."

When it comes to eating, the first thing Xiao Li thinks of is Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang was shocked, and this shock even overwhelmed the anger in her heart: "What kind of image do I have in your mind?"

Could it be that she, Fu Jiang, was just a piece of flesh that could walk and regenerate in Moriarty's eyes?

Xiao Li: "Cough."

He turned his head guiltily.

Fu Jiang's beautiful eyes widened in disbelief.

To be honest, anger made the beauty of Fu Jiang even more beautiful. If it were an ordinary man here, his bones might be brittle, and Fu Jiang would agree to any request, but at this time the two in this glass room No one can appreciate this beauty.

Fu Jiang gritted her back molars in an inconspicuous manner. She still remembered the fear of being put into the kettle, so she turned her head and vented most of her anger on the middle-aged man: "Hey, I don't like it?"

Only now did the middle-aged man come to his senses. He lowered his hands, covered his stomach, and frowned, as if he was still in nausea. The arrogance that wanted to eat Xiao Li was gone.

Facing Fu Jiang's accusation, the middle-aged man defended himself: "No, what I want to eat is not you."

Fu Jiang sneered, she took a step forward, the middle-aged man seemed to remember the smell of her arm, so he took another step back...

Fu Jiang took another step, and the middle-aged man continued to retreat, looking a little pitiful.

Fu Jiang stopped half a step away from the middle-aged man: "I know you want to eat him, I ask you, why don't you eat me?"

The middle-aged man covered his mouth again, and an indistinct voice leaked from his fingers: "I, what I eat is not meat, but memory. The memory of the person next to me is very delicious and huge, while your memory is very delicious. It's unpalatable, it's the taste I hate the most..."

memory.

Fu Jiang originated from the book of ghost stories written by the goddess of words, so her memory is virtualized by the goddess and does not exist in essence-this is why middle-aged men feel like vomiting when they touch her. The breath of dimensional gods is the nemesis of this kind of ghosts, and that smell makes him vomit every time he thinks about it.

This reason... Fu Jiang can barely accept it, it's better than really despising her Fu Jiang's flesh.

So Fu Jiang snorted, turned around and said to Xiao Li, "I'm leaving."

She is too miserable, and she has to go back quickly to find a psychiatrist who has taken advantage of her to give her psychological counseling.

Xiao Li: "See you next time."

Fu Jiang said arrogantly: "It depends on my mood."

She slipped away in a puff of smoke, and only Xiao Li and the middle-aged man were left in the room——Xiao Li turned his head to look at the man for a while, and smiled at him: "You said before that you had eaten , who have you met?"

The middle-aged man was afraid of Fu Jiang, but he still salivated at Xiao Li, so he didn't buy it, and seemed eager to bite him.

Xiao Li raised Xiao Huangben at him: "Do you still want to taste the taste of that one just now?"

As soon as he mentioned Fu Jiang, the middle-aged man's face changed and he immediately held his breath.

The appearance of the other party made Xiao Li curious. How could the smell of Fu Jiang's memory make the middle-aged man feel so sad and angry at the mention of her name?

Xiao Li asked this question, and got a reluctant answer from the other party: "It's like a mealworm that swallowed a catty of maggots and moldy but is still alive. Wrapping it still alive, writhing in my belly..."

"—Okay, okay," Xiao Li stopped him from continuing, "I can imagine the feeling."

The middle-aged man sobbed pitifully.

Xiao Li paused, thoughtfully giving the other party time to sort out his emotions, and repeated the previous question after seeing the middle-aged man stop responding: "Who did you meet just now?"

The middle-aged man said resentfully: "A little carrot head, wearing glasses, memory taste is average, not enough for me to fill my stomach. That man also passed by me like you, I was very hungry at that time, so I stopped him , eating his memory."

Wearing glasses... Kudo?

Xiao Li: "What will happen to the person whose memory you ate?"

"He will lose his memory," the middle-aged man said succinctly. "He will forget who he is and what he is doing here. I will hypnotize him and let him go to an empty room automatically."

Xiao Li thought for a while: "This is why they let you move freely?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for half a minute, thinking about whether he could talk about these topics—but soon, he realized that there was no such unpalatable memory here as Fu Jiang, so he covered his throat and said, "Yes...can be eaten by me The people who remember are outsiders, so I can leave here, but they can't."

"them?"

"Those 'people' like me..."

"So where are you, scp copy area sub-helm?"

The middle-aged man said blankly: "What? I don't know anything, I'm just a young man, in other words, a 'prisoner'."

"...Forget it, pretend I didn't say it." Xiao Li said, "What's your name?"

The middle-aged man wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "Brother Yi, you can just call me this."

"How did you get here?"

"I don't know either," Yige showed a dazed look, "I've been here since I can remember, I'm only responsible for eating memories, and I don't care about anything else. never came back."

"Have you met Qian Zixuan and Wu Gong?"

"Who is that? I never remember anyone, no."

Xiao Li leaned against the glass door and looked outside. After the guard left, the corridor outside became quiet, only the pale lights enveloped everything.

Xiao Li turned back to Brother Yi and said, "Can you give him back the memory you ate?"

Brother Yi instinctively replied immediately: "If I eat it, I will digest it! It's gone!"

"Really?" Xiao Li raised the little yellow book in his hand——

Brother Yi sighed: "Okay, okay, time is short, you can spit it out and return it to him."

Xiao Li made room for him: "Let's go, take me to find my friend."

Brother Yi clutched his big belly, he weighed the taste of Fu Jiang's memory and the horror of this place, and finally pushed open the glass door of his room.

After the two of them left, the surveillance camera in the upper right corner of the corridor turned to the empty cage——

[Alien invaders have been discovered. 】

In the glass room numbered 08232, there is a person sitting on the cold ground, hugging his knees, his eyes are numb under the black frame glasses.

If there are other reincarnations, then it is easy to recognize him as Kudo.

But Kudo doesn't know his name is Kudo now because he lost his memory.

He doesn't know his name, his past and his future.

All he knew was that he belonged in this cage, that he couldn't get out, that he was supposed to stay here all the time, but his reasons for doing so were out of his head.

Kudo looked ahead in bewilderment.

Amnesia made him very insecure, so he curled up all over, looking a little pitiful.

It was very quiet in the cage, and the outside world was also very quiet. He was like a patient waiting to die in a hospital, waiting for an unknown death.

He didn't know how long he had been like this, and just when he wanted to move, deafening footsteps from the corridor were gradually approaching him—he had a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart, and finally he could only hide in the In the corner, I dare not look up.

Fortunately, the sound of footsteps did not stop in front of his cage. After passing through this area, he walked forward again.

Kudo breathed a sigh of relief, he slowly raised his head, staring at the continuous point on the ceiling in a daze.

He stayed in a daze for a long time, until the sound of footsteps sounded at the door again, from far to near, walking precisely towards the door of his cage.

Kudo trembled, he covered his ears, and counted the steps that were gradually approaching: one step, two steps, three steps...

Two figures came into his eyes, a casual man with a big belly, and a very good-looking young man with black hair, they stood at his door.

Brother Yi touched his stomach: "Is it him?"

Xiao Li nodded: "Give back the memory to him, and I'll let you go."

Brother Yi gritted his teeth and said, "That's what you said."

He put his hand in his mouth and began to induce vomiting.

Xiao Li: "..."

——Why are the process of consuming memory and the process of returning memory so disgusting?uncomfortable.

Brother Yi skillfully made a bunch of objects that should be mosaic.

Seeing that he had stopped talking, Xiao Li was about to speak to Kudo, but was stopped by Brother Yi: "Wait, there is one more thing."

Xiao Li showed an unbearable expression, watching Brother Yi expel a little more memory, waiting for a third wave.

Brother Yi wiped his mouth this time, and spread his hands towards him: "It's really gone this time, not a drop left."

Kudo didn't understand what they were doing. He looked at the pile of mosaic objects on the ground and asked puzzledly, "What is this?"

Brother Yi answered before Xiao Li: "Your brain."

Kudo: "..."

At the same time, in the sky above the main universe, after pushing aside the layers of clouds, a man with red eyes glanced down interestingly, and he wrote a note to another god: [You Didn't you always want that stuff from the sub-universe?Congratulations, you'll have it in no time. 】

Another line of writing quickly responded: [There is no movement over there, fraud, your deception is outdated. 】

Puser Udurogoi shook his fingers and added: [There is no movement yet, but based on my understanding of Sherlock—well, maybe we should call him Moriarty—we can mourn for 'him' in advance It's gone - let's go, I invite you to watch a good show, and get ready to thank you. 】

other side:【………】

——feeling that I was tempted back and forth on the verge of being deceived by Puser Udurogoi again.