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"Do you still remember the blood pool monster imitating me in a different dimension? That pool has the ability to transform into a human form. Luo Ziwen sank into the blood pool, and the moment he floated up again, it was replaced by the blood pool." Qin Chuhe said in a deep voice , "We were careless."

"The red carp, she..."

"You won't see her in the real world anymore." The microwave made a light "ding" sound, Qin Chuhe brought out the warmed milk, put it in front of Cheng Mo, poured himself another glass of water with ice, Pulling back the back of the chair and sitting down, "As the price of redeeming Green Carp's life, she has pledged her life as a wish. If the dungeon fails, she will definitely die in real life. This game always has clear rewards and punishments."

"Green carp is someone very important to her." Cheng Mo lowered his head, "Although it was a reckless decision, if the same thing happened to me, I would make the same choice as her."

Qin Chuhe's eyes moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just reached out and stroked his hair.

The dungeon has been closed, and what they are now in is the player's private rest area.Qin Chuhe's personal rest area is as clean and tidy as ever, different from the warmth and brightness when he entered last time. At this moment, the time in the game seems to have entered the night, and the bright moonlight pours into the room from the window, casting a light-colored halo on the ground.The house is fully furnished, giving people the illusion of living in the real world. If the scenery outside the window is not too blurred, it is no different from the outside world.

"This is my usual resting place. When I'm not playing dungeons, I stay here." Qin Chuhe squeezed the cup, "But as you can see, NPCs don't need to eat, so there's nothing to eat here."

Indeed, when Qin Chuhe opened the refrigerator, Cheng Mo saw it. The upper and lower layers of the refrigerator were neatly filled with a layer of mineral water and a layer of milk, and there were no other ingredients.

Cheng Mo took a sip of the just-hot milk, and the mellow aroma spread between his teeth.He looked at the room that was as bright as new, and thought that the owner of this lounge might have spent countless springs and autumns here, and his heart suddenly felt a little shy:

"What the hell is this game?"

"A collection that surpasses the existing common sense. Based on our current cognition, we cannot understand its existence." Qin Chuhe turned the glass, "But although it is complicated and difficult to understand, one thing is certain—it All internal logic is strictly self-consistent. In a sense, it resembles a super-advanced intelligent program."

"How long have you been here?"

Qin Chuhe was silent for a while: "It's been a long time. For me, time stops forever, and only when I'm with you will it start to flow."

"I should have been here many times before, and you have kept my habit of only drinking milk." Cheng Mo smiled silently, "Unfortunately, I don't remember anything."

Although there are few things in the room, each piece has a very distinct personal imprint.Cheng Mo looked at this room that was supposed to be familiar to him but was extremely unfamiliar to him. His gaze wandered from the light gray striped sheets all the way to the spotless wall of bookcases.

Qin Chuhe's house is very special. There are very few personal items, but there are two entire walls of bookcases reaching to the roof.The books placed on the wall of the bookcase are also various and innumerable, ranging from astronomy and geography to myths and legends, all of which are included.The books in the wall of the bookcase on the right are obviously older than those on the left, and the owner seems to be flipping through them frequently.Cheng Mo walked towards the row of books that he read most frequently, and found that it was a whole row of books about mythology from various places.

No wonder Qin Chuhe was familiar with the remote legend about Marduk when he entered the Babylon checkpoint in the first instance.As Cheng Mo thought about it, his eyes fell on the most dilapidated books in this row of mythological works.

"Prose Edda", "Poetic Edda"[Note 1]...Why does Qin Chuhe have a soft spot for Norse mythology?

Cheng Mo suddenly remembered the dream that had troubled him repeatedly - in the dream, the one-eyed Odin drove the eight-legged steed covered in gold, and pierced Qin Chuhe's heart with the "Kungunir", which was a perfect shot.That was the "first dungeon" in Qin Chuhekou, numbered No.0. In his world, this dungeon was unsolvable.This dungeon uses Nordic mythology as the carrier. Qin Chuhe studied the Nordic mythology system so thoroughly, did he want to find out its solution?

Suddenly, he saw something in the book "Poetic Edda".Cheng Mo carefully pulled out the book that was about to be turned to pages from the bookshelf—it turned out to be a small walnut with a red thread, which was already very old, and a small character that was about to be worn was engraved on it, which was vaguely a broken pen The "Chu".

Qin Chuhe came over, took the red rope from Cheng Mo's hand, and changed the subject lightly: "You should go back."

He didn't seem to want Cheng Mo to find out about it. Cheng Mo wanted to say something, but Qin Chuhe's next sentence made him forget about the walnut bracelet in an instant.

Qin Chuhe said: "This is the last time we meet."

Cheng Mo instantly understood what he was going to do next: "You want to erase my memory?"

"In a few days, when everything is in place, I can erase your memory and remove the automatic trusteeship mechanism you set for yourself. At that time, you will never think of me again because you were pulled into the game inexplicably. Qin Chuhe looked at him, "I'm glad to see you here again, but I'm just a person who will bring you misfortune. It would be much better to live in a world without me."

"Is it because I don't have the memories of being with you before? Do you think that what I said about falling in love with you is just a whim?" Cheng Mo looked at him sadly and angrily, "There must be a solution, right? Just because you failed once before, so you want to give up? Then what's the point of all the books you've done here?"

"There is no solution." Qin Chuhe shook his head, "I don't want to see that strange expression on your face when you see me again after your memory has been wiped out."

Everything around quickly dimmed, and Cheng Mo realized that Qin Chuhe had issued an order to evict the guests.He refuses to listen to his own thoughts, like a loner shutting himself in a locked room, determined to end it all.All this made Cheng Mo feel stuck in his throat.

In the gradually disappearing sight, Qin Chuhe looked at him quietly, and there was a trace of painful tenderness hidden in his decisive sight:

"For you, I'm just a shadow that doesn't exist in the real world, and you should live your own life in that real world."

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A burst of rapid cell phone ringing brought Cheng Mo back from his sleep to reality.He opened his eyes, the sky was already bright at this moment, he rubbed his eyes to force himself to wake up, turned over and picked up the phone that kept ringing.

"Hey……?"

"First in grade, have you woken up yet? We agreed to drive home with me today, so don't be late!" The caller was Yang Ping, an elementary school classmate I met at the hospital, with a very excited tone. Cheng Mo Only then did I remember that I made an appointment with him two days ago to take his car back home.About Cheng Mo's undefeated academic record made him envious for a while, and this person always likes to call Cheng Mo "first in grade".

Cheng Mo responded a few times to reassure Yang Ping, and then hung up the phone.I stayed in the dungeon for too long, so that after returning to reality, I felt a serious sense of unreality.He rubbed his dizzy forehead and remembered what Qin Chuhe said "You should live your own life in the real world".

Indeed, in a sense, if you stay in the game for too long, the timeline will become chaotic, especially for some dungeons with high difficulty, the timeline will be very long.If things go on like this, after returning to reality, they will not be able to adapt to life in the real world.Cheng Mo knew that everything Qin Chuhe said was for his own good, but a trace of stubbornness emerged from his heart.He didn't want to let a precious memory be taken away so easily, just like what he lost before, but he didn't fight for anything.

It was a sudden decision to go home and take a look.Cheng Mo's parents have been studying abroad all year round, so that after going to university in other places, Cheng Mo went home less and less often, and gradually stopped going back.But every time he encounters something difficult to decide, he will still return to the old house where he has lived for more than ten years, as if only there can he make some important decisions.

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Parents like to be clean, and Cheng Mo's home is located in an area far away from the urban area. It is a beautiful two-story building.Opening the door that had been covered in dust for a long time, the furnishings in the house were still the same as when he left home.I don't know if it was because the doors and windows were locked, but there wasn't a lot of dust in the room. Cheng Mo opened the window to let the sun shine in, and the dust debris danced in the light.

He went upstairs and unscrewed the doorknob of his room, and a thick book air rushed over his face, even covering up the flying ash smell.Since he loved reading since he was a child, his room has a huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, which is densely packed with all kinds of books, but his parents who are temporarily at home will not enter his room for no reason. After he left home, no one flipped through it up.

On the top shelf of the bookshelf is the diary that Cheng Mo has written since he was a child.Although his memory is excellent, he still has the habit of writing a diary, because although it is the same thing, the state of mind is different when he is young and when he is an adult.After not coming home for a long time, he suddenly became interested in reading the diary.

The floor where the diary is placed is very high, and he could only get it by standing on a stool since he was a child.Cheng Mo smiled, remembering that when he was a child, he had always regarded the top shelf of the bookshelf as his goal for growing taller.Now that he has finally grown taller, the top floor, which seemed out of reach in the past, now seems to be a place that can be reached only by standing on tiptoe and working hard.Cheng Mo stood on tiptoe and reached for a diary in the middle of the row.

The dust on the top shelf of the bookshelf was thicker than expected, and when he brushed it, the dust fell down like this.Unprepared, he sneezed, lost his footing, and fell towards the bookshelf!The bookshelf was shaken by him, but fortunately it was stable, but a small tin box came out of nowhere, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

The lid of the box popped open, and something that seemed to have been seen somewhere fell out. Cheng Mo couldn't move after only one glance.

That is something that can never appear in reality and in the game at the same time - a small walnut made of red thread, with a broken pen faintly engraved on it.

The author has something to say: [Note 1] "Prose Edda" is a non-rhyme prose myth and hero legend written by the Icelandic poet Sloli Sturasson in the 13th century. The Poetic Edda is a manuscript discovered in 1643 by the Icelandic bishop Bernzufa Syunsin. It contains poems about Nordic legends and myths.