Sometimes you can be very forgetful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info For example, I always thought it had never rained. In fact, it rained very strangely when I first met Dandan, and now I know that it was the eldest dick peeing.

Now that I think about it, Dandan seems to have said a sentence at that time: The boss is cool.

Maybe it's because they saw the rain stop for a while, and then it shook again, and that was the eldest dick shaking a few times, right?

Now that I think about it, Situ Wugong shouldn't really want to kill me, but just test me, right? If he were to kill, I wouldn't have been able to escape at that time.

Now it seems to be raining again, and a drop falls on my head, and a drop falls on my palm, and it feels slightly cool.

Straight to the heart.

Because the eldest second said that Luo Ze was dead.

I had to ask him, "How did you die?" ”

Is he really dead?

"I don't know, I heard that he was hacked to death. Anyway, he's not a great person. The eldest second said nonchalantly.

Hacked to death? Who can kill him? Or maybe he's just an ordinary person, and he's a cripple, so anyone can hack him to death.

Dandan asked curiously, "What, are you going to see the corpse?" ”

I couldn't help but be stunned, "Where?" ”

"Boss, take him to see it, but a dead man is nothing to look at, right? And the death is not elegant at all. ”

I've got him right. Is there anyone who dies "elegantly"?

The body was not in the morgue, nor in the hospital, nor in the police station, but in his former small base, which had been Brother Justice's base camp two days before.

Now it's the council of the one-eyed dragons.

Yu Shuai, who had turned into a one-eyed dragon, sat on the ground, followed by several of his younger brothers. Yu Shuai also used a black skin to cover the false eye like the other one-eyed dragons. It seems that his body is recovering well, at least he can't see the injury in his clothes, but his spirit is not very good, and his face is relatively pale, which is a bit like a zombie brother.

Zhong Lao Ghost sat on a chair with two one-eyed dragons, this chair looks like he should have brought it himself, and now Zhong Lao Ghost also knows how to be fashionable, and he even wears sunglasses, looking like a blind man who touches his palms on the rivers and lakes.

Scar's back was his thick back knife standing here chopping through the air.

In addition to them, there is also Brother Justice squatting in the corner, holding a bottle of inferior liquor in his hand, and he has nothing to do but raise his head and take a sip.

And in the center, there seemed to be two people asleep, both covered with white cloths.

Saying that it is "people" is probably too exalting them. Although it was covered with a white cloth, it was impossible for a person to be so straight and thin from that form. I almost didn't dare to look at it. Because I suddenly understood, it was two human sticks.

I was a little skeptical that those two sticks would be able to see their faces clearly. But I walked over anyway. A white cloth covers the feet and also covers the head.

I opened one.

The face is still there. This is an ordinary-looking hillbilly, and if I hadn't gone to school and stayed at home to do farm work, I guess I would have ended up like this black-faced hillbilly. Of course I've seen this guy.

He really didn't go home and gave his life here. He is the so-called father of Luo Ze, the middle-aged man who doesn't talk much, and seems to be very timid because he is uneducated. Now he is completely a human stick, but his technique is still a little different from the previous Situ Wugong.

Situ Wugong turned people into human sticks, and even his face would be ruined, as long as there was any protrusion, it would be flattened, and the person in front of him, at least one of his heads was relatively intact, as for other places, it was sharpened more neatly, and the wound was white, like a mirror.

I can almost imagine the sword slashing through it, and then the body is divided, and the part that was cut off is gone, and what is left is a human stick.

And is the rest of the stick Luo Ze?

I suddenly felt a little scared, and my hand stopped in mid-air. What if it was really him?

Maybe I'm really the brother Meng thought I was; Maybe I'm not, but just a shadow of his brother. But what's the matter? At least he risked his life to rush into this world just to "save me", and in the last round, he finally failed to fulfill his wish, and finally lost all his memories under the playful play of the ontology. A man who has lost all his memories, I don't know if it's still him.

I'd rather believe that it's him, even if he's just a fictional character. Because Meng Meng didn't wonder if I was fiction before. Maybe the problem didn't seem to him to be a problem. Maybe as long as it saves me, then I am a real person.

Now I, whether I'm a fictional character or not, should be just a brother who has lost all his memories in his heart, right?

I don't know what kind of story he has with Zhang Liang, what kind of good brothers they are in the outside world. Judging from the memory pictures they got before, they also seemed to have a little friction, it seemed that Zhang Liang borrowed money from him, and he didn't want to borrow it very much.

But I know that their relationship must be very ironclad anyway.

Now I feel that this life is too short. How many days did I survive the last round? The devil knows! Memory is the scariest thing, because as long as you fake your memory at will, life will be completely different. Didn't he say that before? In fact, at the beginning of the last round, just a few days before I went to college, it was only enough for him to do one thing that he had to do, to kill someone who had to be killed. Maybe the person he's going to kill is my roommate Luo Ze, or maybe it's just the stick under the white cloth that I haven't lifted yet.

Anyway, there is only this one Luo Ze now, and the mist that appeared in the middle of the night may be just a ghost or just a dream of mine. Maybe it will never come up again.

The eldest second said, "See? It's not pretty, and the level of these knives is quite high, of course, that's not the point, the focus is on the two knives. ”

I couldn't help but let out a breath, which was kind of like a snort.

From this wound alone, it can be seen that apart from Situ Wugong's horse chopping knife, there are other knives that can have this effect.

Now those two horse chopping knives are in Zhang Xuan's hands. It's just that I don't know where she is now.

Luo Ze has always said that she is a demon, and now it seems that she is indeed a demon. Of course, it seems that Roze still wants to kill her. It's just that now she's killed it.

I lifted the white cloth.

A human stick.

There are no hands, no shoulders, and even two legs are only two halves.

The face can be seen clearly, it is Luo Ze. I was stunned for a moment, but inexplicably exhaled, as if the boulder in my heart had finally been let go. Or maybe he was relieved because he guessed that Luo Ze was under the white cloth.

How do I feel relaxed?

Maybe it's because he's finally dead.

That might make it easier for me. You may never see him again. Whether or not he really is my so-called brother, he's finally dead. It turned out that I realized that my heaviest pressure was not those one-eyed dragons, nor those ordinary people, nor the main body, nor the zombie brothers, but Mengmeng.

Why does cloudiness become my biggest stress? The body can kill me; Or those one-eyed dragons, or those ordinary people here, can kill me; But only Meng Meng will not kill me.

Because I had great expectations for me, at the end of the last round, he pinned all his hopes on me, and he was relieved, and he was a hundred gone.

Walk in style.

No matter how chic it is, what is the use of a fart?

Maybe no one will say in front of me that they are here to save me.

Yu Shuai said in a deep voice: "This is just an ordinary person. ”

"I know."

"Although he was greatly influenced by the real Roze."

"How?"

"If I'm not mistaken, his personality is in two forms, one that you gave when you built this world, and the other that came out of the influence of the real Roze after a long period of influence."

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Yu Shuai continued: "If there are two Luo Ze, of course not, so I can imagine that every time before, the real Luo Ze, the first thing to do is to kill the imposter in front of him. No matter how you say it, it's a bit like Zhang Liang is going to kill the ghost king, but it's still a little different, Zhang Liang and the ghost king, no matter how you say it, are split from one person, but the two of them are different wholes. And to ask Luo Ze to kill a fictional self created by Zhang Liang himself, heh, it's a bit like killing himself. And what's even more incredible is that although this fictional guy is killed, it will not be affected in terms of personality, so every time he is killed, this fictional guy will be closer to Luo Ze's own than before. ”

I froze again.

Scar stopped playing with the knife and walked over and said, "If this Luo Ze in front of him didn't die, but finally walked out, maybe he could become the real him." ”

The eldest second child said in surprise: "Will it?" ”

"Of course, it's pretty much the same in terms of personality, all that's missing is memory. As long as the previous memories are retrieved, it will be completely a Luo Ze. To say that this ghost place is really magical. Although many people are fictional, who can guarantee that once they break out of this world, they are not real ghosts? Because they already have a personality. No matter how you look at it now, it's a bit like a furnace, and it's the soul that is smelted. ”

I couldn't help but ask him, "What about the real Roze?" ”

Scar sighed, "Maybe the one lying here now is the real Roze." ”

The real Roze may not have existed in the previous round. Because he has nothing left to give. So he handed over all his memories and soul?

Instead, is the one in front of you the real Luo Ze?

Just like me, the original Zhang Liang no longer exists, whether I am a projection created by him or something else, as long as he dies, then I am him.

If I can save this Roze, as long as he can still enter the body outside, he will be blind?

"Why kill him?" I looked up at Scar.

Scar said lightly, "Maybe you should ask the person who killed him." ”

"Where?"

"Who knows?"