game of gods

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"He can shuttle in the painting." Deng Yue said. "It's full of paintings, and we'll die of exhaustion just by hiding."

Before Edogawa could speak, the figure of that man appeared in another painting.

"It's so irritating." Edogawa pulled down a painting on the side and hugged the painting to his chest. The picture was facing the man rushing towards Edogawa from the painting on the wall. He came over, but suddenly entered the painting held by Edogawa.

Seeing this, Deng Yue on the other side also took down a painting from the wall and put it in front of him to resist the man's attack.

After several rounds like this, the man in the painting disappeared.

Seeing that the man really didn't come out anymore, Edogawa and Deng Yue dropped the painting in their hands and sat in the rest area to catch their breath.

"These paintings are like countless passages, which extend in all directions and connect with each other." Deng Yue said wearily.

Edogawa didn't speak, but sat silently and looked at Deng Yue.

"Why do you always stare at me? Is there anything strange about me?" Deng Yue looked down at himself, then touched his face.

Edogawa smiled and said: "You are nothing strange, the strange thing is me."

"I don't seem to know anything about you. The first person I saw when I came here was you, but I only know one name for everything about you." Deng Yue looked at Jiang Dochuan, he didn't expect Jiang Togawa would tell him something, or give him some answer.

"You may not want to tell others your information, but I feel that you seem to know a lot about this place. Even without any clues, you seem to know how to solve difficulties. In the hotel, you know that blood can lead out monsters; And in the school, trapped in 214, ordinary people have no possibility of surviving, but you still came out alive, and..." Deng Yue recalled the previous things, those places that he felt strange.

"Then what do you mean?" Edogawa said calmly. "Should I have been stuck in the hotel corridor, or died in 214?" Edogawa looked at Deng Yue and asked.

Deng Yue took a deep breath, shook his head and said hastily: "That's not what I mean, I just want you to tell me everything you have hidden from me." Deng Yue's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

"You're too nervous." Edogawa moved to Deng Yue's side, held him in his arms, and stroked his back comfortingly.

"I did hide some things from you, but please believe me. I will tell you everything." Edogawa said softly. "About this game, I was also involved suddenly, but I didn't expect to meet you here. I thought you were dead long ago, and you didn't even know how happy I was when I saw you."

"Then you wouldn't have been watching me wake up by my bed at that time, would you?" Deng Yue thought of Edogawa's face when he opened his eyes in the hotel.

"No, no. I just took a look at you because you were about to wake up." Edogawa quickly explained, for fear that Deng Yue would regard him as a pervert.

Deng Yue pulled away from Edogawa's arms and looked at him with red eyes.

"Is that silver-haired gray-eyed man I saw in the painting world you?" Deng Yue asked again.

Edogawa looked at Deng Yue without saying a word, and he acquiesced.

"We met before, but then I forgot about you?" Deng Yue's emotions were a little out of control now, and he felt that he was about to collapse. "But I can't remember at all!"

Edogawa's eyes were full of distress, he took Deng Yue's hand and put it on his face: "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. Anyway, now you have memories about me again."

Deng Yue sighed deeply, adjusted his emotions, and asked, "Are you human?" Deng Yue didn't know why he asked such a question. "Which one is the real you, the you in the painting or the you now?"

"What you see before your eyes is real, no matter in the painting or now. I will always be the most real side in front of you." Edogawa gently kissed Deng Yue's forehead.

After a while, Deng Yue stood up from Edogawa's side, and walked towards the gallery in the outer circle, and Edogawa followed after seeing this.

I saw Deng Yue walking in one direction as if he was looking for something.

Finally he stood in front of the painting that looked like him.