After the system became a teddy bear, the roommate took a fancy to it

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He said so much this time, completely different from last time, how long will he have to wait?

No, if Qisheng still has any pity for himself...

Zhao Huayuan entered the kitchen, pulled out a fruit knife, and swung it at his arm without hesitation, but the lampshade above his head suddenly fell, hitting his hand impartially, and knocking the knife to the ground.

"I'm going, he just said that he told you to scare your body, and you can use a knife on yourself. Your plane roles are real." The light bulb without the lampshade flickered twice, and a sound came from above the head.

Zhao Huayuan raised his head suddenly: "Who?"

"System, it's the ceiling above your head now. Let me tell you that you are not the tragic female supporting role in an ancient romantic drama. Don't play the routine of crying, making trouble, and hanging yourself."

Upon hearing that it was the system, Zhao Huayuan immediately became vigilant: "Why are you at our house?"

"If it weren't for me, the matter between you and that mad dog would have been brought up a long time ago. What's your attitude?" Ceiling said dissatisfied.

"Wang Jian also said that." Zhao Huayuan said suspiciously.

How come one or two feel that it is thanks to their lives that they survived.

Zhao Huayuan didn't believe Wang Jian's words, let alone a ceiling system popped up.

"Wang Jian pulled out the automatic monitoring, I'm manual monitoring, okay, who do you think you are, you are the observation objects, no matter how messy the top is, it won't stop monitoring you two at all just for fun." The programmer threatened Said: "Put your attitude at ease, I have saved all those records in your mobile phone, I don't know what he will think of you when he finds out?"

Now that the identities of the lovers in the previous life have been determined, Zhao Huayuan wished to know in his lifetime: "Whoever you are, tell me where he is."

"What's the use of telling you? Can you enter the space-time gap or something, just give up, rubbish."

"Then why should I waste time listening to you," Zhao Huayuan picked up the knife.

"Don't you want to know how to become a system?" The programmer said disdainfully: "You are not even garbage now, and you still want him to respect you. Would you respect a chicken in a farm?"

"Let me tell you this, to him, you are just like chickens, ducks and fish in your world, do you understand?" the system on the ceiling mocked: "Our system world relies on conveying your life to the 'audience world' film, to capture their emotional energy, and then use that energy for survival and development, you are just our survival material."

"If someone falls in love with a chicken, do you think that person is sick? For our system, the one who falls in love with you is sick. If you really want to be good with him, you can change from chicken to human. "The programmer looked down at the character of the plane under the lamp from above, and said seductively: "How about it, listen to me?"

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A piece of pure white in the space-time gap.

This gap only lasted briefly for about three hours.

But as short as it is, 422 wants to spend some time alone in a place where no one will disturb you.

He was so angry with Zhao Huayuan that bastard.

He took out Xuanlong's diary from the props bar, and stroked the yellowed paper and dry ink on it. He didn't understand why Xuanlong did such a crime in his previous life to provoke Zhao Huayuan.

He turned the diary over and over, and the paper rustled. Suddenly, two fingers clamped one of the pages, and the sound stopped.

422's gaze stayed on the diary, and the blood on his hand just touched a certain character.

The character 422 has never been able to decipher its meaning. There is no record of it in the text database, and it seems out of place with other elements. It is a bit like an ink line accidentally rubbing against the edge of the paper when the pen is not held firmly.

Since its absence would have little effect on the interpretation of the diary, it was left behind.

Now that I look at it again, I find it even more weird.

Is it meaningful?

Anyway, going out is also annoying, so 422 simply researched it.

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422 There was once a master who had expired and was unable to work, and had been destroyed for many years.

Before his death, the master gave Xuanlong diary to him, claiming that it was absolutely genuine, and said with regret that this is a fragmented copy, and the rest has been destroyed. Find the record again.

After constantly switching time and space gaps and studying for almost a day, 422 finally understood that the first sentence of what Master said was indeed correct.

This is a diary written by Xuanlong, which is completely fake.

But the last few sentences are all wrong.

What the master gave him was either a fragmented copy or a complete copy.The key to reading the rest of the book is precisely the seemingly inconspicuous character between the pages.

The characters are indeed not words, but a track, a road map for the other half of the diary in abbreviated form that can be read smoothly on the original diary if you find a suitable entry point.

The reason why it is only analyzed now is because the entry point is several mistakes that Xuanlong deliberately set in the first-level diary.

The errors 422 related to work were manually corrected, and the remaining two errors were related to the details of the relationship between Xuanlong and the prince. Fortunately, these two details happened to be discussed in the process of discussing dreams with Zhao Huayuan last time. As mentioned, now 422 can see it at a glance.

In this work diary superimposed on the ordinary diary, 422 found the record of Xuanlong's creation of the world. As long as he relied on this record, he could continue the previously unfinished work according to the final idea.

And what surprised him was that Xuanlong finally got his hands on his own consciousness.

He wrote the body in the plane world into the script, and connected his consciousness into it. Before the body was killed, he deleted all the memories with Zhao Huayuan, that is, with Zhao Wangye through an automatic program, and put two thoughts on it at the same time. shackles--

"Never fall in love with each other" and "absolutely protect each other".

The remaining consciousness returned to the main space, and was born as a new consciousness through complex procedures, and only then did the current 422 come into being.

As for the reason why 422 becomes able to dream about what happened that year, it is very likely that Zhao Huayuan's obsession has gradually deepened, which has affected the normal operation of this program.

Because of this work diary, 422 also knows that not only the obsession of the characters in the plane will affect the system, but the obsession of the system will also affect the characters in the plane in the world of the plane.

Although the probability of the system falling in love with a plane character is so small that it can be ignored, if it does happen, the plane character will be affected by this love and start to have the same emotion.

Zhao Huayuan didn't like men from the very beginning, and also hated an indifferent and arrogant existence like the system. Was it true that he fell in love with himself in the end?Before losing all his memories, this was the most important thing for Xuanlong.

So what now? 422 looked at Xuanlong's doubts about his lover's feelings in the diary, and was also unable to confirm the authenticity of Zhao Huayuan's natural closeness to him in this life and the midnight confession.

Although Zhao Huayuan has been reincarnated several times and his memory has been damaged, his soul is still the same as before. Was his love influenced by the Xuanlong back then, or was it his own feelings?

Taking a step back, even if it's his own feelings, is he in love with Xuanlong, or the remaining consciousness, the existence of number 422?

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in the room.

"How about it, listen to me? Maybe you can upgrade from a plane role to a system." The light flickered, and the voice from the ceiling induced.

"You're right, it's really insidious to rely on his soft-heartedness to torment yourself," Zhao Huayuan gripped the handle of the knife and put it on the table: "But as far as I know, Qisheng should be the strongest among you, even if I want to know , and there is no need to pass you."

programmer:"……"

Zhao Huayuan looked towards the void: "Qisheng, can you see me?"

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have said that. If you are angry, you can punish me however you want, but please, talk to me again."

"Qisheng?"

The room was as cold as the WeChat chat box on that snowy night, and no one answered.

Zhao Huayuan did not give up, he sat by the bed, talking to the air alone.

He talked about his first impression of Xiong, his stomachache when he saw a ghost on the bedside to warm his baby, and his heartbeat when Qisheng put on a wig and came to the company to find him.

Talk about the past lives in their dreams.

"Qisheng, I remembered what I always wanted to tell you in my previous life, but I didn't have the chance to tell you."

"You once told me that my feelings for you are unreal, and that I fell in love with you because you cast something similar to a spell on me."

"But for human beings, as long as it is a feeling that is felt, how can it be fake? When the feeling is born, even if you cast a spell, that feeling is something that I am experiencing and belongs to me."

"There are many kinds of love in this world, love at first sight, love after a long time, and love and hate. You see, they are all unreasonable, not much more legitimate than your method."

Zhao Huayuan raised his head, his eyes flickering: "But if it is really your magic that made me fall in love with you, will you abandon me in the end? I have seen a colleague drink away his sorrows. She said that she just got married, and her husband wanted to divorce. I thought this kind of thing would never happen to me, if I go to complain to that colleague now, even she will pity me, right?"

When this house was rented, Zhao Huayuan thought it was a good size for one person to live in, and it looked empty when it was too big.

Now everything remains the same, and even because of the addition of more things that are needed for life, the house looks more crowded and full of life. When I sit alone, I feel that the place is too big, empty and cold. It was as if all the blood had been drained from his body.

I don't know how many words I said, but I only know that from dark to dawn, Zhao Huayuan watched the sun crawl in and move inch by inch to his feet.

Very tired, with a hoarse throat, blurred vision, and numbness in all limbs and joints.

He didn't mean to torture himself now, but simply couldn't fall asleep, and the things he said began to overwhelm his brain, and he was so confused that he didn't know what to say.