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Apart from light and shadow, Fu Qitang feels both unfamiliar and familiar with the gentle smiling Gong Zijun in the picture.

He remembered that in the past period of time, when he turned his head occasionally or looked around inadvertently, he could always catch Gong Zijun's eyes on him.

It seems that I have poured all my emotions into it, looking at a shadow through the long torrent of time.

Therefore, at the very beginning, Fu Qitang once thought that he was a substitute for someone, and even suspected that that person was his other self in the parallel world, but now he realizes that there is no parallel world at all, and there has never been a second Fu Qitang. Tang.

The world in which he is a star is false, only he himself is real.

He died once, and now he is born again.

In the suffocating cage of time, Gong Zijun watched him with the eternal soul that suffered so much, even though the night was lonely and the day was burning.

Humble and devoutly looking forward to the reunion that does not know which day will come.

"Fool."

Fu Qitang only felt that his chest was filled with a certain emotion, which was both heavy and light, like gold and stone, and like a feather.

In the picture, a dazzling red light flashed on the computer screen in the driver's cab, and then the four screens in the No. 0 car went off at the same time, and the train let out a long, wailing whistle, announcing that it had officially entered the closed period.

Fu Qitang saw Gong Zijun return to the carriage, and it had already changed into a familiar place - it was the underground garage where he and he had lived together for several months in the copy of Feast of the Gods.

Gong Zijun went to the bed and sat down without turning on the light, like a statue that lost its breath in the darkness.

He saw Gong Zijun eating alone, resting, practicing various skills, silently walking into one dungeon, and then coming back with injuries all over his body.

The first dungeon completed by Gong Zijun alone is called "Ghost Pot in the Sleeve".

It was a rare ancient world.

In the last years of the dynasty, the building was about to collapse, and it coincided with natural disasters, and there were wars and wars everywhere.

The corpses of soldiers rotted on the battlefield, and the corpses of civilians lay dead by the roadside. Countless dead people turned into ghosts, howling and weeping day and night.

Gong Zijun got off the car in front of a ruined temple. In front of the temple, there were rows of dead trees whose bark had been stripped off. Under the tree lay a jackal that was blind in one eye on a white bone.

The gray wild goose flew across the sky, but it was alone, singing mournfully.

In this situation, Gong Zijun suddenly remembered a poem Fu Qitang once taught him.

"Stop barking the geese. From today onwards, I am also a wanderer."

He smiled very reluctantly, only feeling that every word was burned in the fire.

At the end of that dungeon, the benevolent god and Buddha on the high platform in the past had already become enchanted, grabbed the believers who came to the temple to pray for blessings, tore them apart alive with eight arms, and ate their flesh and blood.

It ate one of Gong Zijun's arms, and even the gun that he was holding.

This is the first treasure lost by Gongzi County after Fu Qitang's death.

After that, I went through many copies.

A small town full of ghouls, a village where humans and ghosts live together, and a half-yin and yang haunted house.

Fu Qitang saw that he was getting better and better day by day from being embarrassed to being able to do a job with ease.

It's just that the light in his eyes gradually diminished, and his fierceness became more and more obvious. As long as he made a move, it would always be a killer move.

His psychological defenses are gradually receding, and the long-term crisis and continuous life-and-death trials are grinding him into a murder weapon. His human nature has become dull, and it is difficult to perceive the emotions of ordinary people.

He's losing control.

But no one cared, no one knew what he was going through, and there was not even a barrage that could barely remind him or interact with him.

In order to reduce the risk of being discovered, No. 26 resolutely gave up the live broadcast at the beginning, but changed to the recording mode, and sold the finished film to reputable customers who can afford a large price.

The price of closing the live broadcast channel is that even if you are a train maintainer on the 26th, you can't follow Gong Zijun into the dungeon world.

Therefore, every journey to and from the edge of life and death is a one-man show of Gongzi County.

Gong Zijun also realized the changes in himself.

He didn't want to wait until Fu Qitang came back, he had completely lost his humanity and became a killing machine without emotion. He was afraid that he would eventually lose the ability to love.

Therefore, whenever he returned to the train, he would consciously chat with No. 26.

"Today's cake is delicious."

"Really? Too bad I can't taste it."

"Do you like cake?"

"Honestly, yes, but I hate low-fat cream. Hopefully low-fat cream will voluntarily leave the cake industry."

"It seems that you also have eating behaviors, and there are taste preferences. It shows that your life forms are more inclined to entities than energy bodies."

"...Are you testing me?"

"Don't worry, I'm just thinking about it."

No. 26 made up his mind not to talk to him anymore, but after a while he still couldn't help asking curiously: "Why did you think of eating cake today, and you ate two pieces in one go. You didn't even touch it before."

"Today is November 11th, he should be celebrating his birthday." Gong Zijun smiled and said a little sadly, "Happy birthday to him."

No. 26 was silent for a moment, and then spoke again.

"Perhaps you want to know how far his world has developed."

"Can this be said?" Gong Zijun asked hesitantly with a flash of eagerness in his eyes.

He remembered saying on the 26th that before a dungeon world matures, it is best not to discuss casually between creators and insiders, because this is likely to pull some invisible causal lines and disrupt the normal development of the new world. Or simply draw the attention of the Supreme Law to discover and stop their "violative operations".

"Okay. It's just a little information, the risk is not too great."

Gong Zijun's throat rolled, and he felt thirsty unconsciously, like a person who has been drought-stricken praying for rain.

"He's 15 years old."

26 said briefly.

The drizzle finally fell, and a piece of dry land was moistened, and once again had abundant vitality, and maybe a flower would bloom here in the coming year.

"It's something I've never seen before," Gong Zijun said, "I really want to see it."

After that, Gong Zijun continued to clear some dungeons, and he really became a very powerful person, approaching and then surpassing Fu Qitang's original level.

He was getting less and less injured, and all the demons and monsters were turned into footnotes of his past experience, a single pass, not worth mentioning.

But there are still exceptions.

Fu Qitang watched helplessly as Gong Zijun crashed tragically in a copy of the campus ghost talk.

This dungeon is of medium difficulty, far less dangerous than what Gong Zijun experienced before, but the rules are very strange.

It requires the player to survive for seven days and protect the teachers and students of the school during this period. After the seven days, the number of NPCs should not exceed two-thirds.

The dungeon boss will randomly appear around the school every day, playing quiz games with everyone.One person and one ghost ask each other questions, and if they can't answer or answer wrong, they will be attacked.

And only when the player answers the question correctly or the boss gives the wrong answer, can the player actually touch the boss' body and have a chance to kill it.

Gongzi County doesn't have much knowledge reserves, most of them are learned from Fu Qitang after getting on the bus.

But Fu Qitang himself only graduated from an ordinary undergraduate degree, and he can teach him limitedly, and the teaching content is greatly influenced by his own preferences, so Gong Zijun is relatively good at humanities and social sciences, while mathematics, physics and chemistry can only be said to have basically reached high school. graduate average.

After two trials, the boss quickly grasped the weakness of Gongzi County.

Using its own ability, it found a bunch of advanced textbooks on mathematics, physics and chemistry in the teaching and research group. After licking the spine of the book, it memorized and mastered all the contents in it. Afterwards, Gong Zijun did not know any of the questions it asked. .

Wrong answer and admit punishment.

Like Ling Chi, his body was cut with a knife, and Gong Zijun would be weaker than before at the end of each round.

"Knowledge is power, study hard, Gong Zijun."

He recalled one day when Fu Qitang was sitting at the desk with his legs crossed, and casually threw the corrected homework to him, "Look at your grades, can you work harder?"

At that time, Fu Qitang smiled beautifully, his eyes were full of helplessness and tolerance, but that day has really passed for a long time.

Gong Zijun endured the pain, and lured the boss into a logical paradox little by little, until the boss asked a new question, but there was no correct answer at all, and fell into complete chaos. Only then did Gong Zijun seize the opportunity to kill him die.

When Gong Zijun climbed back to the car with difficulty relying on both hands, only his last breath and half of his body remained.

Limbs below the waist and abdomen were cut off, and the internal organs and intestines mixed with warm blood flowed all the way, causing unimaginable horror and pain.

A second later and he would be dead.

But luckily he didn't die.

Even if he is as humble as a dog that can only beg for food, like a cockroach living in the sewer, he will survive.

He has absolutely no reason to die.

"You almost died."

The healing white light fell on Gong Zijun's body for more than ten minutes, and when the light faded, No. 26 spoke.

Gong Zijun was lying on the floor, feeling his new limbs, relieved and exhausted at the same time, he forced a smile, "But it was almost there."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah." After a while, Gong Zijun replied weakly, "Don't worry, I can still hold on."

Although he survived the catastrophe, the physical and psychological torture made him unable to stay awake anymore. He didn't even have the strength to get up and go back to the car. His eyelids dropped a little bit, and he was about to fall into the vortex of consciousness collapse at any time.

"I wasn't going to say it, but you look like you really need some good news."

"Your butterfly is about to break out of its cocoon."

"What?" Gong Zijun's eyes opened again.

"I forgot to tell you before, in order to ensure that the connection between the new world and me will not be lost, I implanted a set of guidance data in it. It relies on a very weak connection with Fu Qitang in the future to obtain support for current activities energy, in your terms lending activity.”

"Its only function is to signal to me when the new world is mature enough to be included in the system's database."

"I got it, just two hours ago."

This means that the world named "The Cocoon of Long Dreams" has finally completed the preliminary process and developed a set of world rules that can operate stably. The story written by Gong Zijun is about to begin, and Fu Qitang, the leading actor, finally To debut.

He will soon discover all kinds of abnormalities around him, he will soon realize that there is a problem with his existence, he will come and go to an ordinary high-speed rail station soon, and soon... come back.

"Because this set of data is connected with Fu Qitang, it is also drawn by the plot and will come here someday in the future."

"It won't be much earlier than Fu Qitang, so you can take it as a signal."

"If you want to know... I named it Xie Yiming."

During the long silence, Gong Zijun finally nodded slightly, "Thank you."

There was a little choking in his voice.