I saved the world after jumping backwards

"Bastet" is located in the red light district far from the urban area. The owner of the bar has inexplicable confidence in the bar's business, and even chooses the location in a small alley that ordinary people can't detect. Despite the conditions, this store can still be here It has been open safely for two years, which shows that the boss behind it is indeed powerful.

When the silver-haired boy said "I am Sariel", the eyes of the guests who were only looking at the two outsiders with vigilance were a little bit more disbelief.

"Sariel? You mean Sariel? How long has it been since that guy who didn't know his identity?"

"Mr. Thomas, I think this brat is bluffing here by using an urban legend that I don't know where to hear it, and drive them out!"

"That's right! Get them out!"

The guests drinking in this bar are extremely xenophobic, even after seeing the tragic situation of the previous thug being beaten away.

The glass in Thomas's hand made an unpleasant rubbing sound. His brows were wrinkled, and the scar on his face became even more terrifying. Zhong Yuanzhong also watched the two nervously, for fear that the vicious-looking uncle would be angry with Xue. hands on.

"Sariel?" Thomas repeated in a hoarse voice, his terrifying eyes swept over the silver-haired boy's face again, he narrowed his eyes, and said in a flat tone: "Sir, we have a membership system here, I regret to tell you that there is no VIP named Sariel here."

He paused, put down the cup in his hand, and cast his gloomy gaze on Xuebu, "It's bad behavior to lie."

As soon as the words fell, the thugs hiding in the dark showed their heads one after another, pointing their black muzzles at the two of them.

In normal times, Zhongyuan Zhong would not even bother with this level of scumbags, and he would easily pick them up without even giving them a straight look, so he was just about to use his superpowers to give this group of guys who don't know how to be polite When they looked at it a little bit, Xuebu raised his hand to stop him.

"Mr. Chuya, it's okay, I can handle it." Xuebu withdrew his hand and turned his head to look at Zhongye.

The silver-haired boy bent his eyes and gave him a comforting smile. Under the dim light in the bar, his neck was exceptionally white, as if glowing in a dark environment, and those cold eyes looked at him. It also looks very soft.

Zhong Yuanzhong also couldn't move a step, he could only nod in a daze, feeling something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Yes." Xuebu looked at the bartender again. At this time, there was no gentle smile in his eyes, which made the middle-aged man standing opposite him breathless and trembling.

"Mr. Thomas, you are right, Sariel is indeed impossible to be a member here."

"After all, he is the boss here." He exhaled slowly, took out the communicator he had been carrying with him from his pocket, and called out the name: "Bastet (Best)."

The lights of the entire bar dimmed for a moment, and then the bright blue light projected a ball of pixelated kittens on the wall.

"Voiceprint authentication system has successfully verified, and the host has been woken up."

A charging sign appeared above the projected pixel kitten’s head, and the battery level slowly climbed until it reached the full level. The pixel kitten stretched and sat up, flicking its tail behind it, A mechanized female voice with intimacy sounded: "Good evening, Sariel, it has been 387 days, 14 hours, 37 minutes and 23 seconds since we last met."

The screen of the communicator in the hands of the silver-haired boy also flashed blue light, and he smiled: "Good evening, Best, welcome to wake up again."

"Thank you, Sariel, and welcome back here again."

The wine glasses in the hands of the guests had been put down before they knew it, and they could only watch this scene in rapt attention. Someone couldn't help but murmured: "It's really Bastet..."

"Sure enough... the artificial intelligence beyond this era is real, and he is really the rumored Sariel..."

"Bastet" was originally a bar open only for hackers. Even Thomas was once a hacker. Having lost his reputation, he has no way to get in touch with the work here. When he was desperate, a person who called himself Sariel sent him an email and hired him to run this bar.

Of course he refused at first, until he saw this, an artificial intelligence system beyond the age named after the cat god in ancient Egyptian mythology—Best, who co-runs the bar with him and controls most of the world at the same time. Dark web data, she is so perfect and terrifying, and what kind of existence is the person who created this perfect artificial intelligence system.

In order to explore this mystery, he stayed here, but one day a year ago, Best suddenly went dormant, and he has been trying to open it again but has not succeeded so far.

He looked at the young silver-haired boy with complicated eyes. Although he had never met his behind-the-scenes boss, Thomas naturally knew what it meant to be able to turn on Best.

The muzzles of the surrounding black holes had already been put away, and the fierce-looking Mr. Thomas lowered his head at some point, and nodded in the direction of Xuebu: "Boss."

The silver-haired boy nodded, "Mr. Thomas, your security work is very good."

After speaking, he walked to the jukebox in full view, put in a coin, and a vinyl record began to rotate. If you look carefully, there seems to be some pattern on the record, which is rotating with the movement of the stylus.

"Let's go, Mr. Chuya." He came to Nakahara Chuya who was already stunned, took his hand, and walked towards the private room deep in the bar.

This bar was much bigger than Nakahara Chuya had imagined. From the moment he entered the corridor, the silver-haired boy just walked forward without saying a word.

"Xue, what on earth are you..." Chu Fa's young man's eyes moved from Xue Bu to his back, pulling his arm anxiously, his long silver hair swaying in a ponytail.

From the very beginning, Zhong Yuanzhong felt that he was far away from Xue, they were holding each other's hands, and he was right in front of him.His expression was gloomy, and at the same time, he couldn't see the expression of the young man in front of him clearly. He just felt that even if he suddenly turned his head and showed him the usual gentle smile, he couldn't be completely at ease.

There was a door leading to the basement in front of the two of them, and Best's voice sounded intimate: "Iris and fingerprints need to be identified, Sariel."

Zhong also watched Xuebu take a breath slowly, but when he exhaled it intermittently, just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly felt a sense of disobedience.

He felt strange that something was wrong.

Feeling the cold touch on his hand, his eyes turned to Xuebu complicatedly. He quickened his pace, and walked in front instead of customers. Under the staring gaze of the young man, he held his other hand solemnly.

Xuebu was startled by his sudden movement, and quickly withdrew his hand, his brows were tightly frowned, very puzzled by Zhongye's sudden movement.

Sure enough, he was shaking.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it.

"Xue, are you afraid?"

"Are you forcing yourself?"

Chu Fa's youthful cobalt blue eyes looked straight at Xuebu, his gaze seemed to be heated, and he revealed his fear so straightforwardly.

Xue Bu seemed to be scalded by his sight, he took a step back almost subconsciously, he could no longer maintain a calm expression on his face, and the moment his tense bravado collapsed, he bit his lip I couldn't control myself from shaking.

"I..." He bit his lips until it turned white, and he finally took off the cold armor that had armed him with bravado before. He didn't dare to look at Zhongya Zhongya, and he didn't know how to speak.

So Zhong Ye asked, "Is the content in this related to your memory?"

Xuebu didn't speak, but he nodded with complex and fragile eyes.

The young man Chufa set his gaze on his drooping eyelashes, as if he was about to cry.

Nakahara also felt his lips opening and closing uncontrollably: "Snow, if you feel scared..."

It's better to just run away like this.

He had always regarded Xue as a weak young man with a miserable life experience, and always wishful thinking that he should protect him, but those were just his imagination.

Time slows down, he recalls everything about Xue, what he likes, what he hates, he can't say anything, he really doesn't know him at all.

And the more he came into contact with Xue, the less he understood himself.

Did you once regard snow as your friend?

But why the moment he saw Giorno kissing the boy, the jealousy and anger in his heart overlapped, and the jealousy almost burned him out.

Even though he said comforting words to Xue, he was still jealous of Giorno who had known him for so long in advance.

And the anger when he heard Giorno's confession to Xue was only directed at Giorno?He was also angry with himself, and he was deeply shaken at that moment.

If Xue's memory recovers and he becomes a stranger he is not familiar with, can he do the same thing as Giorno Giobana?

If you are afraid, just run away.

Nakahara Chuya and Xuebu, sometimes they are really too similar.

Even if you are afraid, you will chase after it, and even if it is painful, you cannot escape.

They are so much alike.

The heat came from Chufa's hand continuously, and the silver-haired boy stared blankly at the hands of the two interlocking fingers again, until Chufa's deep voice came again, "If you are afraid, then hold my hand .”

Courage passed on.

Like Chuya Nakahara, like Xuebu, warm and gentle courage.

This time he didn't use the word "to accompany".

"I will face it with you, no matter how many times."

The door to the basement opened slowly in front of the two of them. Best sensed their arrival, and turned on the lights very intelligently.

There was a smell of dust in the air, and there were several running servers piled up in the basement, but there was an inconsistent space in the center of the room, as if there was something there.

Xuebu walked forward uncontrollably, he squatted down, and picked up the white card that seemed to have been deliberately thrown on the ground. On the front of the card, a mouse's head was conspicuously painted in fluorescent purple.

His pupils constricted for a moment, and he turned the card over. On the back of the white cardboard, a series of English words were written elegantly with a red pen.

—— "Surprise (surprise)".

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