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After a long time, 154 may hear someone's voice saying with a smile that it's been a long time, and they bump into a pair of light maroon eyes, which are golden in color when the sunlight is refracted.

He almost drowned in this sticky honey.

"Are you sure? This kind of plan can be said to be..."

"Full of holes, I know."

Tsk, you know how hurtful the timeline disorder is, right? Simply put, you are clearly—running to die.

Wen Yuan lowered his eyelashes without changing his expression, and knocked on the door frame with his knuckles; Qin Chen suspected that this man would burn a paranoid hole in the floor.

No one will be involved again, Wen Yuan added.

"Only me, only me."

"...Okay." Qin Chen was silent for a while and raised the corners of his lips, but he seemed to appreciate the request, and agreed to the request.

He knew that Wen Yuan had extinguished all hope in the stormy future, so he managed to steal half a lamp from a long time ago.

"Two lunatics."

Legend has it that the gods spent seven days creating the world.

"Then I'll give you seven chances."

Farewell, boss, Wen Yuan joked, I should be a staunch materialist.

It's a pity that Wen Yuan broke the contract—the price was rotten petal-like blood gushing from his throat, like the punishment given to heretics by the creator of the world was to rot from the ribs.

Faced with admonitions to apologize sincerely and move on, paranoid to bet on the last chip.

After all, I have been addicted for a long time; after all, it is a withdrawal reaction after many years.

He left this as an excuse.

The seventh time I tried to re-enter the system to change the time, as if going back to the beginning of the story, even the moss on the corner of the wall is the same as before.

Behind is the snow falling from the past to the ending.

The cold wind poured in from the door of the wooden house, and the chill penetrated into the skin through the thin shirt on his body.Wen Yuan was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly felt that it was still yesterday when he stood in front of Qin Chen and bargained.

They screamed, trying to get the intruder's attention.

"It's been snowing for four hours with no signs of letting up."

It's like meeting for the first time, even if the protagonist is someone else.But since he can revisit the previous memory, how can it be true, if it is just an absurd long dream, it is not uncommon for him to dream of cold wind and snow in the long summer.

Maybe the timeline can really form a closed loop; the past will also become the future, and the old people will meet again after traveling as far as the intersecting lines.

Despite the fact that time pierced straight through his guts, he coughed out the chaotic and fulfilling dreams out of his windpipe.

The fire was extinguished, and the faint flame lingered in the embers for a long while, completely settled down.very cold.Wen Yuan tried his best to turn his brain, which was chaotic due to the cold and pain as if his internal organs were torn apart—or already shattered—to find some evidence that his trip was worthwhile.

Oh, God.He suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have any beliefs, nor was he the so-called pitiful lamb of the lamp bearer; it was completely disrespectful.

So God wants to punish him for losing the seven-day creation bet, and take half of his life with him.

The first six remodeled worlds were shattered to pieces before his eyes, and even the longest one couldn't survive the withering of a single rose.

"Proctor 922, welcome to examination room 075."

It should be the sixth, penultimate day.

At that time, a large piece of scarlet was the first to hit Wen Yuan's line of sight, and it was as bright and hot as if it would burn the iris.He froze for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had invigilated the exam here; it was probably the Duke's garden, which was extravagantly planted with roses, so gorgeous that it seemed to be full of flesh and blood—this was once described by an examinee.

Maybe out of a little selfishness?

He broke off the crown of thorns like a ghost.The white shirt was stained the color of fingertip blood, and the rose was inserted into the pocket as if it was in full bloom on the chest.

In that period of time in the past, he saw the intact Qin Chen Youhuo, and even Gao Qi Zhao Jiatong and the candidates who had only met once; well, it was because they had just been locked up.

He took the key and went down the winding staircase, passing the third-to-last, second, and then the first confinement room, metal clanging against each other.

Click, click, click.

Occasionally, Wen Yuan was startled by the overly stable plot that made him, or everyone else, forget that he was in a different place; of course, 922 would not be able to detect it, and only Wen Yuan, a stowaway, knew to follow the script.

As an invigilator, just a supporting role, he has a lot of blank space: he is clearly unscrupulous.

The weak light in the basement would look fragile on the cold side of 154. Wen Yuan—or it should be called 922 at this time—suddenly dared not go beyond the rules, for fear of disturbing or breaking the statue of suet jade.

He just sighed softly and calmly.

……

"I don't think I've ever seen it before."

"Not in the usual places, of course you haven't seen it."

……

"That's not right. Under normal circumstances, places that proctors can't go to, 154, how do you know?"

There was a faint smile hidden in the light chestnut eyes, as if waiting for a false answer, listening to him read the lie again.

The reason for asking earlier has long been forgotten, but now it is just a helpless and playful mockery of fate; if they have a so-called destiny to follow.

154 prevaricated him a few words, and there was almost panic in his eyes.It was like this a long time ago, and Wen Yuan thinks it will still be like this for a long time.

Even if he is an atheist, he should have seen the gods, even if he found the gods until they fell without names.

Of course, countless people never dared to look up at the altar with fear and suspicion; in the end, that person gave up looking at the human world and sacrificed himself.

From the beginning to the end, only Wen Yuan laughed and looked directly at the human god, and found that he had a pair of blue-gray eyes like the deep sea that had not seen the sun for a long time.

The duke's castle melted into the night, and the viscous darkness poured into the doors, windows, lampshades, basement church, and catalyzed the disease, opposition and desire.

The back of his neck glowed red for a long time—Wen Yuan suspected that it was a warning not to be tempted; he chewed his voice and swallowed.

So he said that there will be a period of time in the future, only the mouth shape is left.

It seemed that a very shallow and inadvertent smile was applied to 154's light-colored lips, and it suddenly looked beautiful and fragile, like a butterfly with scales.He answered with a warm, equally silent breath.

"Okay, I'll..."

Wen Yuan couldn't hear the second half of his words, and didn't have time to recall whether this was an anchor point, and finally it was a life-saving straw that was slightly different from the same story as Noah's Ark.

He fell back again.

Cold-colored electronic facula, roaring external machine, cramping and painful viscera, sequelae of deflection time.It's a perfect match, and they sneered together.

It makes people wonder if they successfully stole a rose, or just dug out the heart and cut it into petals before it stopped beating; and it happened to be summer; both roses and hearts are perishable.

Wen Yuan picked up the experimental records scattered in the main control room that were stained with his sweet blood—about equal to waste paper, and laughed.

Coincidentally, a petal of the rose fell.

Down.

Oddly enough, similar coincidences were always reminiscent of the seven-day cycle, as was the memory of him now curled up by the fireside in a chaos that seemed to have just been pulled out of the vortex.

Oh, and now it should be the seventh day.The violent snowstorm seems to be singing his triumphant return; or is he fleeing?

Dimly, he would think of something, such as leaning against the window and pinching the half-burned cigarette with his middle finger and index finger, such as the dark basement when he turned his back and heard a sentence: I will wait for you to come back.

At that time, according to the plot, he was preparing to visit the church that was flooded with plague and drowned in darkness. When he heard the words, he turned around and teased him, and he closed the door to create a warm wind.

I'm afraid I won't get lost.

He has always been clear about what caused his broken memory and physique—the difference in the speed of time between the inside and outside of the system tore it apart like a hurricane; so Wen Yuan indifferently withdrew from his memories and saw the blood mixed with visceral debris slipping down his jaw.

pat, pat.

He tried to put on a crooked smile; it was like facing his butterfly-like fragile god.

Speaking of which, the end of the rose was dehydration and withered, maybe he also came to the same end by different routes?

……

"922? Where's the person? Pick up the boss and get lost?"

Third day, second story.

"God called the dry land Earth, and the gathering place of waters Sea." Wen Yuan inexplicably recalled the religious books he had read out of curiosity in the examination room; God created the world in seven days.So they were adrift at sea, with the ice breaking and gathering behind them.

He tilted his head and took a fixed look at 154.I don't understand why I returned to this story from the seventh day; is it a revolving lantern or a dream.Let's just treat it as the only happy ending left——

At the North Pole, on the frozen sea, on the edge of the rotting half-deck, after he'd spent all his sanity in endless loops.

He pulled his anchor and fell into the sea.

Wen Yuan actually hated the feeling of drowning.

But he caught a glimpse of 154's stunned blue-gray eyes, grinned viciously, and grabbed his fragile-looking wrist.

The white shirt fluttered in the waves like two drowned butterflies.

He remembered that in the timeline long ago, they struggled to the surface after 10 minutes, and then walked on in a daze; of course, this word can only describe itself-walking in a daze.sorry.At that time, he opened his gentle eyes and meditated in his heart.

Wen Yuan suddenly felt tired.

So he relaxed and let his body sink, the sunlight drifting through the horizontal line treacherously into his half-closed pupils, bringing out a strange arc of smile.Looks like cats basking in the sun after a well-fed nap, if he wasn't counting how deep they dived.

It is said that ordinary people can dive up to ten meters.

Then when can he be counted as being buried at sea with the gods?

one meter.

two meters.

three meters.

five meters.

He seemed to see 154 laughing; thrilling like a siren or a sunken moon.So he stirred the sea unwillingly, trying to smash this monster that would confuse people with lies.

Water flow mixed with data warmly wrapped around 154's body, weaving into a transparent and thick cocoon.

The voice actually sounded in his ears through the deep sea, intimate and eerie, as if someone approached and whispered an oracle to him.Wen Yuan dozes his eyes away from those blue-gray eyes that seem to be drowning.

He is rarely...

sad.

six meters.

seven meters.

"You're still back." 154's indifferent voice seemed to be just stating a story from a long time ago.

"The original ending should be that you spend your life and reason in countless cycles, completely becoming the nourishment of roses in a certain garden."

"Like the one you broke earlier."

154 smiled, "You once gave it to me."

"As for me, I should sleep for centuries or even longer; who knows, maybe after the sun goes out."

"Then I'll forget about everything - including you, and 'live' as pure artificial intelligence."

"I bet you won't."

Wen Yuan's eyes were flushed due to lack of oxygen and intense emotions, and he looked at the cocoon almost viciously and angrily.

154 is still making noises with the helpless and slightly funny voice they used to gag a long time ago.

"yes."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm just—"

crazy.

So, what is there to blame for two madmen getting together.

He simply tore through the seemingly unbreakable cocoon, grabbed 922's wrist and sank together with him.

Then 154 covered his lips with nine meters below sea level.The slightly cool temperature almost made Wen Yuan mistakenly think that he was kissing the marble himself.

He saw 154 choked on a mouthful of seawater, and then gently let go of his whitish wrist.

"Forgive me for going out of my way."

Foams surged all over him, as if boiling in an infinitely deep sea nearly ten meters deep.

Toes, fingers, thighs, chest.

Finally, a pair of long-blinded eyes of the same color as the deep sea melted into the sea into which they fell.

"922?"

078 greeted this colleague who seemed to be awake, trying to bring him back to his senses.

"I seem to have a nightmare...?"

922 frowned, trying to find something out of his mind, and pulled off his cuffs a little irritably, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Even Qin Chen and 021, who had opposing positions, turned their heads in unison at this time, casting doubtful eyes of "do you really know how to smoke?"

He still managed to ask for a cigarette, but he didn't put it near his lips, and only used his middle and index fingers to pinch the filter to light it up.

His memory was quickly emptied, and he tried hard to recall who that silhouette was.

spouse?Best friend?

normal friend?

Nodding acquaintance?

see once?

Wait a moment.

Do I... know him?

despair.

Some liquid shattered on the back of Wen Yuan's hand; he looked down and found that it seemed to be a tear.

Wen Yuan turned over and sat up from the edge of the bed, muttering that this was really a long nightmare.He would dream of the extremely cold eternal night——

Qin Chen's subordinates having one more out of thin air is already enough to scare them away.

"It is said that the self-destruction of the data will delete all the influence on the relevant personnel to correct..."

"Oh, no wonder," Wen Yuanxu raised his eyes and complained to the colleagues around him, "Every time I clear the program with my hand, it's like amnesia and dark circles from staying up late."

Summer is still as hot as being boiled by cicadas.

No one will remember the sigh-like mouthful that the gods bestowed on him.

Who knows, just left a dry rose in the paper cup beside Wen Yuan's bed.