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The person in front of me is obviously a "virtual life" fanatic, at least during my tenure, I have seen him five times.

"Yes."

Guest No. 056 nodded.

I set up the magnetic card with ease, and then he only needs to swipe lightly on the liquid tank to experience a brand new sixth life.

No. 056 took the magnetic card, listened quietly to me repeating the operation process, and suddenly said: "Actually, I have depression."

I was stunned for a moment. Mental illness is probably a problem that medical technology will never be able to overcome.

"So was your doctor suggesting that you go back in time to aid in your healing?"

"Do not."

He smiled wryly, and then the wristband on his hand issued a shrill alarm.

"It's a mood detector," No. 056 explained. "Once I have suicidal thoughts, the alarm will sound."

I suddenly understood that suicide is not allowed by the current law.

No. 056 lowered his eyelashes slightly, and sighed: "Only in ancient times can death be freely chosen."

I pretended not to hear the reactionary remarks.

No. 056 smiled and walked towards his liquid tank.

Looking at his straight back, I couldn't imagine that this is a person who needs to experience death through the virtual world.

But I'm just a registrar, so what does the guest's choice have to do with me?

Shaking my head, I get back to work.

When it was time to rest, someone slapped me hard on the back.

"What are you stupid? You're absent-minded. You don't even know the engineer is gone."

"what?"

I didn't have time to complain about the receptionist's rude way of greeting, I quickly looked at the door, and there was no one there.I thumped my chest angrily, and I didn't have a chance to say what I had practiced all night.

The receptionist said: "If you can't take any action, sooner or later you will be single for the rest of your life."

I sneered: "Is it enough to act like your guest?"

He blushed, touched his nose, and coughed twice uncomfortably.

I seem to smell the sour smell of love.

"Are you saying brainwashing is a good thing?" I asked.

After brainwashing with low-end technology from the old age, he and his guests completely forgot about the past. It is a miracle that the two of them can reunite after 300 years.

He smiled and said, "As long as you're still alive, no matter what, it's a good thing, isn't it?"

The receptionist smiles every day, but this time, the smile seems to have a bright light, which makes people feel refreshed when they see it.

As long as you live...

I couldn't help but think of No. 056, the person who is constantly looking for death.

At this time, the receptionist let out a low curse, put away the expression on his face, and put on a professional smirk.

Number 056 woke up.

The long life our guests spend in virtual worlds is nothing more than a conversation time for us.

I saw the receptionist approach the dazed No. 056 and say a few words, and soon No. 056's eyes showed explicit disappointment.

Of course, he thought he was completely free from the world, but when he opened his eyes, he found that this was the beginning of his real life.

Six times of reincarnation, six times of disappointment, it will gradually turn into despair.

I held my chin up, really ignorant of the heart of a hypochondriac, can he really get a little breathing room from the virtual life?

No. 056 nodded, as if he had understood the situation, then his head turned to me, and the receptionist followed his gaze.

In an instant, the dazed person became me.

"Have we crossed?"

"us?"

No. 056 did not answer, but looked at me firmly.

The receptionist leaned into my ear and whispered, "It seems that you have entered his inner world."

My question is, no matter which era we go back to, in order to help users familiarize themselves with the scene, the system reduces repulsion even more. All portraits are generated by the human face in the user's subconscious. The hidden information behind the question No. 056 is— —I am someone he cannot forget in his deep consciousness.

I looked complicatedly at the guest who had only met me a few times, and he looked at me as if I was the only existence he believed in.

The receptionist continued to fear that the world would not be chaotic and said: "Be careful, my family banquet Qinghan looked at me that way at the beginning."

Yan Qinghan, his lover who has spanned 300 years.

I sighed, I know how to deal with the current situation, No. 056 has not been withdrawn from the virtual world, I should contact his emergency contact, and then hand him over to the receptionist to guide, and then notify the engineer to repair his Liquid storage...

"Hey, you owe me a favor, right?"

"Huh?" The receptionist blinked.

I took a deep breath: "This guest is handed over to me, you don't need to guide."

The receptionist said: "But you don't seem to have received relevant training, are you sure you can guide him back to reality?"

It is precisely because I have not received training that he cannot return to reality normally under my hands.

I still can't understand the hearts of people with depression, but one thing is certain-the world is cruel to them.

During our conversation, No. 056 listened quietly all the time. He was a calm person, and he never showed any panic after the initial bewilderment.

My gaze swept over his expressionless face, and I thought that he really had a good face.

Not much more than an engineer.

"I must be crazy, or have been led badly by the receptionist, to do something against the rules."

I pulled out the chair and let No. 056 sit on it.

"So, in the 21st century, are we committing mass suicide?"

He shook his head: "When we crossed the sidewalk, we were hit by a drunk driver."

This is quite surprising.

I said, "I thought you were going to kill yourself when you were an adult."

He looked at me strangely: "Why should I seek death?"

The cup in my hand fell to the ground with a snap, and the green light on the head of the cleaning robot lit up, and within five seconds, the floor looked brand new again.

No. 056 sighed: "It's really a science fiction world."

I looked at him in surprise, did the brainwashing wash away his depression?

No. 056 smiled at me. He was very upright, and when he smiled, the world was like a breeze. I once secretly guessed whether his occupation was a professor of classical literature.

Coincidentally, I have always had no resistance to good-looking people. I silently said a few times that the person I like is the engineer brother, and then I barely suppressed the turmoil in my heart and straightened my face.

"I will keep you for a week at most, and the inspector will find that there is something wrong with your file."

Still smiling, he whispered to me, "Thank you."

At night, I lay on the bed, tossing and turning, and what flashed through my mind was the disappointment that flashed in his eyes after he woke up.

After living alone for a long time, it always takes a few seconds to digest when seeing another person standing at home after waking up.

The personable No. 056 very naturally pressed down my messy hair and said "good morning".I have imagined my married life with engineers countless times, and it was staged by another person without warning.

"Morning, good morning." I stammered back.

No. 056's beautiful eyes bent: "Breakfast is ready."

I was even more surprised: "You know how to use it?"

"No," said No. 056, "fortunately, I found that everything here can be controlled by voice."

"In fact, voice control has long been eliminated. Just implant a chip in your brain, and the robot will automatically prepare everything for you with a thought." I said.

No. 056 asked: "Have you implanted it?"

I pursed my mouth: "No."

"why?"

"Because..." I opened my mouth, "Because I'm a conservative."

Number 056 probably thought I was telling a joke, clenched his fists cooperatively, put his lips to his lips and laughed.

I scratched my cheek, embarrassed to tell him, because the person I had a crush on was a technician, and I was afraid that one day he would spy on the discordant ignorance in my heart from the chip.

I took a bite of the delicious toast served by a domestic robot and asked vaguely, "Are we friends in the 21st century?"

Hearing this, No. 056 put down the knife and fork, and said in a strange tone that contained longing and regret:

"It's a lover."