Dating game NPC just wants to break off the marriage

While staying in the game world, repeating endless reincarnation, Fukami Ryui would occasionally think about what her existence is all about.

There is actually no essential difference between a virtual data with self-awareness, or a digitized human being - she is very clear that no matter which side she puts on, she is a "heterogeneous".

Out of place, lonely and weird.

The existence of human beings needs to be proved by other things, such as memory, interpersonal relationship, and growth trajectory. When these things are added together, a complete personality can be pieced together bit by bit.

However, Fukami Ryuki does not have such a certificate. In the final analysis, her life is just a fixed script, playing a false role in a false world, and all the memories are forcibly endowed by the game. Such a self, really Do you qualify to be called human beings?

——Experimental body.

Just when she felt a little sad, Ranpo gave a new definition.

"The place where you are trapped, that is, the game in your mouth, should be a test site. And obviously, according to your description, this test has a certain intelligence. This is why after the white hair broke in by mistake, you will find that the game has changed—its 'firewall' has been touched."

After seeing Liu Yi's detailed account of the ins and outs in the future, Luanbu swallowed the last mouthful of cream puff, wiped off the debris on his hands, and spoke his reasoning quickly, with those opal-like blue eyes Flashes of excitement.

When he solved puzzles, he never added personal tendencies, so even when he said something that seemed terrible, there was no sympathy in his tone.

"But the game found that the foreign intruder is too powerful, and the firewall can't completely block him, so..." Osamu Dazai joined the discussion with a smile on the side, his voice was soft, and when he leaned close to Fukami Ryui, he was in a trance. It's talking about love.

"It's out of control." Luanbu continued, with a firm tone, "The barrier between the game and reality was broken, creating a hole, and data began to overflow from this hole, so you have the opportunity to appear in reality."

Osamu Dazai touched his chin seriously: "But there is a time limit, right? Ms. Fukami said that she can only stay in reality for one day, which proves that although the game's control over her has weakened, it is still there. exist."

The two top think tanks of the Armed Detective Agency, you talk to each other, and in just a few minutes, the problems that have plagued Fukami Ryui for many years are sorted out.

One was in high spirits throughout the whole process, while the other smiled insanely. If the bewildered expression of the person involved was ignored, the effect would be like talking about cross talk.

After a pause, Osamu Dazai suddenly lowered his head, looked deeply into the eyes of Liu Yi, and sighed softly like chant: "Do you know why the game tried every means to prevent you from leaving?"

Fukami Liuyi shook her head in a daze.

She never thought about it.

But for some reason, she slowly trembled, as if she had glimpsed the final answer that would be unbearable for her from the mist.

Dazai Osamu's sigh was close at hand, he raised his hand, and lightly touched Fukami Ryuki's long hair, the gray-purple hair slipped between his fingers, like pouring water.

The look in his eyes at this moment made Fukami Ryuki feel subtly uncomfortable, it was a touch of pity.

"The essence of the entire laboratory is the manifestation of supernatural powers, so my disqualification in the world can temporarily invalidate its control over you. The level of this supernatural power must be very, very high, and the space it creates has become a whole by itself , the other characters you can see are also part of the experiment, but the difference is that you are special."

"It's special..." Fukami Liuyi twitched the corners of her mouth, wanting to smile, but her exhaustion surged up like a tide, and in the end she only pulled out a feeble wry smile, "Because I'm the only one who has awakened consciousness?"

This time, Luanbu categorically replied: "No, because you are the core and the only variable in the experiment."

Shenjian Liuyi closed her eyes: "...I don't understand, I'm just an insignificant NPC."

Osamu Dazai chuckled, and gently pinned Fukami Ryuki's messy hair behind his ears:

"Mr. Ranpo means that the original purpose of this experiment should be very simple, and it did not exist in the form of a game from the beginning. I guess, the experimenters behind it want to use this method to create new humans, or brand new Creation?...Ah, the greed and stupidity of human beings always make me laugh, no, don't worry, I don't mean you, Miss Fukami."

Osamu Dazai took the time to wink at the girl, his demeanor was obviously frivolous, but there was not even a gleam of light in his kite eyes, so dark that he couldn't see the bottom.

"In the space you described, apart from the lack of consciousness, the characters are already very close to humans, and there are even existences such as magic spirits and magicians. Although you have never met them, there are probably people with supernatural powers. Think about it, if it can be mass-produced, and the thoughts of these new humans are completely controlled by the experimenters, what will happen when they are released into the real world?"

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing into Fukami Ryuki's heart.She was startled, and a chill ran down her back.

Seeing her reaction, Osamu Dazai frowned: "That's right...it will be messed up."

"But those virtual characters are obviously immature. What the main messenger wants is not pure walking dead, so it has to be tried and tested, but the problem is that time cannot be consumed infinitely." When the members heard it, they would definitely think that he had hit a ghost, "In this case, don't you think that the game's reset and file loading function is very suitable for the needs?"

He threw down a thunderbolt lightly.

"The experimental site is constructed by supernatural powers, and its mission is to control and observe. Then, who is forcing you to repeat the cycle?"

The former mafia cadre showed a smile, with black hair hanging down the side of his face. He was obviously the aggressive one, but from the outside, he gave people a sense of vulnerability that should be treated with care.

Black blood was engraved on his bones, a trace that light could never wash away, the camouflaged gentle surface was slightly torn, and the black mud flowing inside was finally facing Fukami Ryuki, revealing the tip of the iceberg.

"The young Mr. Wujo mentioned more than once that you have a spell on your body, so have you ever thought about what your own spell is?"

Fukami Ryuki's mind was flooded with a lot of information, and she felt a dull pain. She couldn't think clearly anymore, she just followed Dazai Osamu's words and repeated: "What is it...?"

Osamu Dazai paused for a few seconds, and a glint of indifference, almost evil, flashed in the kite eyes.

"It's a very interesting paradox to say the least. What traps you in reincarnation is..."

"Dazai." Before he finished speaking, Ranbu, who had not interfered all this time, suddenly interrupted, and the emerald green eyes behind the glasses stared straight at him, "You are now a member of the detective agency."

Therefore, restrain your bad taste that is about to overflow, and don't mentally intimidate the client.

"..." After understanding the silent warning from a detective, Osamu Dazai raised one hand to express his surrender, showing weakness for a second, "Hey, Mr. Ranpo, don't stare at me, I promise you will never speak again?"

It's a pity that I was discovered by Luanbu, and it was only one step away. After Osamu Dazai apologized pitifully, he smacked his lips, thinking without sincerity.

He really wanted to see what kind of miraculous expression a person like Fukami Ryuki, who was so incredibly soft-hearted, would have when he discovered that the reincarnation that caused him pain was actually caused by his own spells.

Curiosity is part of human nature, isn't it?What's wrong with him?

Osamu Dazai lightly held Fukami Ryuki's slender shoulders, and smiled slightly.

And at this time, Fukami Ryuki also calmed down, she is not a fool, Dazai Osamu has already hinted at this, and the rest of the truth can be easily guessed.

"... My technique is reset, right?" After a long silence, Fukami Liuyi took a deep breath and forced himself to say it, "Those repeated reincarnations are caused by myself."

She heard her voice trembling, and tried to control her emotions, but the effect was not very good. After speaking, there was a faint choking sound.

"Mr. Ranpo, am I right?"

The reset technique allows time and space to be continuously retraced, so the time obtained by this experiment is unlimited, and it has endless cycles that can be used to adjust, improve, and reach perfection.

In order to maximize the effect of Fukami Ryuki's technique and at the same time reduce her vigilance, the supernatural power space that has developed self-awareness took the initiative to change its appearance and disguise itself as a game.

Because only in this way, Fukami Ryui will not doubt the rationality of resetting the file.

Luanbu stared at her quietly, the detective was not shaken by her broken expression that was about to cry, he was still rational and absolutely calm.

In the unbearable silence, Fukami Ryui knew the answer.

"Cry if you want to cry, it's okay." Osamu Dazai comforted softly, with a corresponding sadness on his face, but when he squinted at Fuka Ryuki, hidden in the depths of his eyes was the joy of getting his wish.

Sure enough, the expression was as he had imagined, fragile and beautiful.

Fukami Ryuki didn't seem to hear Dazai Osamu's voice, she just felt weak all over, as if a fire was burning in her throat, and her head was a little dizzy - was it because she hadn't eaten all the time, she seemed to be unable to stand still.

The body seemed to be out of control, in a daze, Fukami Liuyi felt himself staggering, then slowly squatted down, hugging his knees with his hands, and curled up into a ball.

... so uncomfortable.

Whether it was being pierced by a curse spirit, or being cut open by someone, and lying on the ground listening to the sound of blood flowing out, I was not sad at this moment.

She said to herself: "I...is ridiculous."

"I used to feel like I was serving a life sentence. I didn't know who to hate, and I didn't have the ability to break the cage. I could only hope that one day a key would come down from the sky, or someone could get out of the prison. Open the cell door outside..."

"But in the end, I realized that I am a prison." Fukami Ryuki stared at the exquisite embroidery on the kimono, and said softly, "So, should I curse myself?"

It was very quiet around, and no one answered her.

After an unknown amount of time, a shadow hung over her head, as if someone squatted down in front of her.

Fukami Liuyi didn't want to look up, nor was she interested in finding out who it was.

The person who came did not speak, Shen Jian Liuyi lowered her head, closed her eyes, only heard a rustling sound in her ears, as if she was unpacking some packing bag.

After a few seconds, she felt a touch of coldness on her lips, round, a little hard, and a little... sweet.

what?Shen Jian Liuyi frowned, she was not in a good mood, she was about to say to let her be alone, but the moment she opened her mouth, something on her lips was gently pushed, and rolled into it along the gap between her lips and teeth. mouth.

Fukami Ryuki reflexively curled up the small thing that slipped into his mouth, so as not to accidentally choke it into his throat, and when he licked it with the tip of his tongue, he immediately knew what it was.

—is a candy.

Lemon flavor, sweet and sour, the taste is very green.

The person who fed her candy seemed to be slow to react. After pushing the lemon candy in, the fingers on her lips were slow and failed to withdraw in time, so when Fukami Ryuki closed her lips, she accidentally bit the person lightly. knuckles.

It was really very light, and there was no use of force, but the owner of the finger suddenly retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"Is it delicious?" After a few seconds, the man squatting in front of her cleared his throat and asked.

Fukami Ryui finally raised her eyes.

Gojo Satoru, when did this person come?

The strongest conjurer waited expectantly for her answer. Because he lowered his head, the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose slipped slightly, revealing his eyes in the sky, his white hair dazzling like new snow.

It's hard for him, a big man over 1.9 meters, to squat down aggrieved, with hands bound and feet bound, and even if he condescends like this, he is still a little taller than Fukami Ryuki, standing in front of the petite girl like a tall mountain.

"Mr. Gojo?" Seeing that Liuyi had candy in his mouth, his throat was dry and hoarse, and his voice seemed to be frosted, losing the sweetness of the past, "Didn't you leave?"

When he left the coffee shop, this person was very angry, and his quickly disappeared back gave people the illusion that he would never come back.

Wujo Wutiao's eyebrows and heart were drawn together.

It was this extremely unpleasant title again, which sounded extremely harsh, but due to the words he had heard while standing in front of the kitchen, Gojo Satoru decided to graciously put this issue aside for further discussion.

"Who said I'm leaving? I'm just going to get rid of a curse spirit that doesn't have eyes." Wutiao Wu's face remained unchanged, and he pulled out the unnecessary curse spirit to lie, and then asked, "The candy I gave you?" , is it sweet?"

Seeing that Liu Yi's mind was in a mess, in fact, she couldn't even raise the strength to speak, but Gojo Satoru stared at her eagerly, with those overly beautiful blue eyes blinking, making people think they saw her in a trance. A white cat flicking its tail wildly.

"Is it sweet?" Seeing that she was silent, Gojo Satoru continued his efforts.

She suddenly felt that if she didn't give a response, the oversized big cat would meow in dissatisfaction, and get entangled with the whole cat while getting angry.

She never had a cat, but if she did, she would definitely be covered in cat fur.

Gojo Wu's entangled questions somewhat diluted the sadness in Fukami Liuyi's heart, she sighed, and said, "Haven't you tried it yourself?"

"Ah, this is not my candy." Gojo Satoru took out another handful of colorful candies from his pocket, and held them up to Fukami Ryuki as if showing off, "On the way back, help a little girl take off the The balloons on the tree, she gave me these, saying that the most delicious candy in the world is to match the most handsome big brother in the world, how about it, the little girl didn't lie to me, did she?"

Gojo Satoru also intentionally imitated the little girl's tone, squeezed his throat, and emphasized his compliments without blushing.

Shen Jian Liu Yi: "..." Didn't he add those words himself?

She lightly crushed the candy, the sweet and sour taste swept over her taste buds, she met Gojo Gojo's shining eyes, and Fukami Liuyi nodded: "I didn't lie to you."

Gojo Satoru asked: "Liu Yichan also thinks she praised me as the most handsome in the world, is she telling the truth?"

Fukami Liuyi: "..." Wujo Wu's reading comprehension has always been very good, she clearly said that the candy is delicious and not deceiving.

Gojo Satoru unilaterally determined that Fukami Ryui agreed with the little girl's judgment of her beauty, rounding it up, it was equivalent to her own praise.

Wutiao Wuwu, who came to this conclusion, had unconcealable pride in his eyebrows and eyes. He picked from the pile of candies left, specially picked the one that was exactly the same color as the one just now, took it apart and threw it into his mouth. .

In an instant, his entire face was wrinkled into a bun.

"very sour--!"

As a severe sweet sub-controller, Gojo Satoru has never been able to accept the strange taste of "sour and sweet". Who knew he stepped on the thunder all at once, but under Fukami Liuyi's gaze, he couldn't spit it out, he could only swallow it raw Go down and pretend that nothing happened.

Shenjian Liuyi really didn't understand why he wanted to save face and suffer, sighed, and planned to stand up and make a cup of hot tea for Wujo Wu, to neutralize the sour taste in his mouth.

"Mr. Wujo, if you don't think it tastes good, don't force yourself."

Gojo Satoru was still stubborn: "I and Liu Yi have absolutely the same taste!"

At this moment, Gojo Satoru heard the bandaged bastard who made him dislike him, let out a chuckle that was almost mocking.

"You always have inexplicable confidence in things that don't exist. Maybe this is also the habit of magicians, Mr. Gojo?" Osamu Dazai said politely, "It's so pitiful."

Gojo Satoru's eyes immediately turned cold.

In his eyes, Dazai Osamu was still holding a strand of Fukami Ryui's hair in his hand, even though he knew that it was to disqualify the world, but that hand...however he looked at it, made him feel uncomfortable.

He would stand up and be ridiculed by others, so he wouldn't be called Gojo Wu. He immediately put away the aggrieved look he had when he saw Liu Yi, and changed his expression in a blink of an eye: "Mr. tool man, please clarify your position, please. Don’t broadcast spam at will is the basic quality of the tool, right?”

How come these two men are ready to quarrel again just after turning around and making a cup of tea?Feeling the tense atmosphere behind him, Fukami Ryui rubbed his forehead wearily.

Forget about Gojo Satoru, this person is not older than three years old, but Mr. Dazai is a reliable and gentle person, why did he suddenly become more energetic... Could it be that childishness can be passed from person to person? ?

"Mr. Gojo, here." Fukami Liuyi resolutely stuffed the teacup into Gojo Satoru's hand and gagged him, "...Did you hear everything I said to Mr. Ranpo just now?"

"Hmm... that's it."

Seeing Liuyi looking at him deeply, Wujo Wu is generous and not at all embarrassed to eavesdrop, so Liuyi couldn't help but look away first.

"Do you think...it's ridiculous?" Shen Jian Liu Yi asked.

"No, not at all." Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "All I saw from the beginning to the end was Liu Yi alone, and nothing else was important."

"And there is one more thing. I used to be afraid that you would be unhappy. I didn't dare to say it outright. But anyway, I've already made you angry now, so it doesn't matter. It's completely fine to be angry with me." Gojo Satoru raised his head and drank the cup of hot tea in one go.

Huh, Liu Yijiang even secretly added sugar to the tea, is it because he remembers that he likes to eat sweet things... This kind of gentleness in the details is also very cute, if you can consider changing back to the original name, it will be even cuter.

The sour taste in his mouth gradually faded away, Gojo Satoru suddenly took two steps forward, pulling him closer to Fukami Ryuki, then bent down under her surprised gaze, and gently rested his furry head on her shoulder .

By the way, he did not forget to give Osamu Dazai a fierce look behind him with murderous eyes.If it wasn't for the presence of this damned bastard with bandages to be able to meet Liu Yi, he would have packed him up and thrown him out.

Osamu Dazai: ... Tsk, a man who is broken in love is really unreasonable.

Shenjian Liuyi frowned and said: "Mr. Wujo, I said we are no longer a fiancée, right? Please pay attention to your behavior..."

"Listen to me." Gojo Satoru interrupted her, "Soon."

"..." His voice sounded extremely solemn, and Shen Jian Liuyi sighed silently, "What do you want to say?"

Gojo Satoru buried herself on her shoulder, and smiled softly: "From the first time I saw you, I was thinking about how to drag you into my world. I made a lot of preparations for this, but most of them I can’t confess to you for the time being, I’m sorry, I’ll tell you all if it’s appropriate in the future—there are many problems, such as what to do if you don’t want to go with me, but fortunately.”

"Fortunately, you didn't stay in that ghostly place voluntarily." Wujo Gou straightened up, his eyes behind the sunglasses were fixed on Liu Yi's face intently, with a hearty smile on his lips, "You don't like staying in a cage forever Well, it just so happens that I don't like it either."

"So... work hard and come to my world completely, how about it?" The white-haired conjurer restrained his arrogance in a rare way, lowered his head, the sky in his eyes was calm and clear, "—let me help you , Liuyi."

……

After reluctantly and patiently listening to his teacher's complaints, Yi Gu Youta's mood has become very Buddhist.

It has to be said that Teacher Wutiao is unparalleled in the operation of chasing people in reverse, he is simply a peerless genius.

However, his teacher still asked persistently: "You Tai—help me out with ideas, what can I do to calm Liu Yijiang, you are the only married person that the teacher is proud of, you must not Let me down, right, Yuta?"

Yi Gu Youtai really wants to say that he is not, he is not, the relationship between him and Lixiang is flat and warm, and there has never been such a plot with ups and downs, so don't count on him for everything!

However, as a good student, he really couldn't say no to the teacher's shining eyes asking for help, so he racked his brains and thought for a long time, and finally gave an answer with uncertainty:

"...Try to be honest?"

Wujo Wu tilted his head, puzzled: "Frank?"

"That's right. Gojo-sensei used a very frivolous attitude towards Miss Fukami before, right?"

"What, I'm obviously super serious!" The big white cat tried to quibble.

"That's not serious! You clearly know that there are problems with the marriage contract, but Mr. Wutiao doesn't say anything, and continues to play the wrong thing. In Miss Fukami's opinion, this is no different from deliberate play!" Mrs. Yi Guyou Seriously corrected, "You can't always talk to yourself, teacher, if you don't learn how to take care of other people's feelings, one day, Miss Fukami will completely ignore you!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

He imagined that situation for a moment, and then felt a total resistance.

No, absolutely not!

"...So Youta, what should we do first?" Gojo Satoru rubbed his messy hair, slumped on the chair, exuding a dejected aura.

Yi Guyou thought about it too much, and suggested: "Try to confess your thoughts to Ms. Shen Jian first? No matter good or bad, frankly opening yourself is the first step to effective communication."

……

I did as you said, Yuta, but don't fool the teacher.

Gojo Satoru pulled down his sunglasses and stared at Fukami Ryui closely. He could catch the girl's pupils shrunk in shock after hearing his words.

In front of Fukami Liuyi, he confessed his desire very straightforwardly.