"Tick."

It was like the sound of water droplets sinking into an ocean.

Through the underground cables, the whole city is like a kind of network in his eyes.

Fu Jin's consciousness seems to be connected by countless consciousnesses, infinitely extended.

Past, present, future.

Suddenly, he saw a woman in white sitting in front of the mirror smiling at "himself".

"..."Fu Jin retracted his senses, "I know where they are."

Yuan nodded, and then looked at him, as if urging him with his eyes: "Hurry up, do something."

Fu Jin smiled.

…

A completely enclosed, confined dark space.

Unhindered, visible trio.

「…」

"I'm blind."

Fu Jin turned his head, and Zero stood behind him as if they had met for the first time.

Yu Kite was also there, sitting on the steps beside her.

Fu Jin raised his head, and Zero looked down at him.

Fu Jin raised his eyebrows, "Because of my eyes?"

The grave is the one who breaks free from the chain of cause and effect. Limited by their own high intelligence, they can easily sense the joy and anger of others, but they are also very indifferent and difficult to touch.

But the descendants paid the price for Fu Jin's eyes.

Zero is not a person who is good at explaining, and he bowed slightly at Fu Jin, which can be regarded as a response to his question. Then he spoke, "Fu Jin."

Time seems to have gone back to dozens of days ago.

Fu Jin smiled, he learned from Alysie's movements, and shrugged his shoulders indispensably.

"Tell me, what do you 'again' want to do?"

"Yu Jin." Without waiting for Zero to speak, Yu Kite took the lead, and she reminded Zero "very kindly", "She hasn't finished investigating with you about the last time."

also reminded Fu Jin.

Yu Jin?

Fu Jin looked up and smiled at the thief, and she winked at him.

"..."Zero silence.

Fu Jin stroked his forehead, his eyes squinted a little helplessly, and there was a strange calmness in the danger, like a beast lurking in a huge shadow, "The puzzle is already very simple, isn't it?"

"You—" Zero lowered his eyes, as if pondering how to express it.

"yes, so you guess again?" Yu Yuan replied with a smile on her cheeks.

Fu Jin already had some guesses in his heart, he stretched out his hand, pointed to zero, and then moved to Yu Kite.

"Persona" they have repeatedly mentioned this word.

It's not character, temperament, or personality, but a cold word like "personality".

"You are the creatures of the white-clad leader, and she is a god whose power is beyond and above the zero level."

"She created you, and, two years ago, she created me for some personal purpose, and she established the White Clothes."

"Then, my appearance disrupted the 'chain of cause and effect' that she wrote for you from the beginning of the creation of the two of you, and thus produced various deflections of fate."

Yu Yuan raised his eyes to look at Zero, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little happy.

"He can leave him looking for his own memories, right?"

Zero frowned, his expression was rare with a hint of concern, he disagreed, "She doesn't have time."

Yu Yuan put down her hand, and it was rare for her to look a little depressed, but she still said bluntly: "If he recovers his memory too quickly, she will die immediately."

"To the kite." Zero frowned, he lowered his voice, and opened his mouth in warning.

Yu Yuan followed Fu Jin's example, blinked, and looked very innocent.

Zero's momentum at this time was very cold, this time he didn't take it lightly, he reached out and grabbed Yu Kite's collar, and the conversation changed from words to heart: "He knows more than that."

"Isn't that quite what she describes him?" Yu Kite actually smiled, and she replied with a slight mockery.

"..."Zero was silent.

"Obviously, I like me in the setting, but every time I am moved, I am only moved because of her." She muttered, as if she was sighing something. When I say this, I don't know who I'm talking about.

Zero frowning.

Yu Jin? Like her in the setting?

… Are the two of them playing orthopedics? Fu Jin was wittily silent.

…

Unbelievable.

A few hours ago, this man appeared in front of him dragging his body that still looked like a corpse, and now he looked like he was playing with a cat teasing stick and a dog.

I am willing to hold a cat teasing stick, and the swaying expression is very serious.

"You're not interested in cats?" Fu Jin asked her.

Qian was looking at Yuan on the shelf, but when she saw Fu Jin coming back, she jumped off the shelf and walked around the bend against his calf.

Fu Jin couldn't help laughing, squatted down and began to pet the cat.

The wish on the side teased Fu Da, teased and teased, picked it up, and held it in his arms with full attachment.

Fu Jin found out and looked at her with some surprise. His dog won't let him hold it, even if it's him.

"Is its eye still connected to another person?"

May the head of the jaw answer.

"Do you like it?"

I glanced back at him, and said a relatively long sentence, "The person who holds the chess and the chess piece are two different things."

Fu Jin smiled.

He stood up and walked to the bedroom.

Standing in front of the bedroom, before opening the door, the smell of blood in the room with the fragrance of flowers came to my face. Fu Jin had a hint of foreboding.

opened the door, and Fu Jin's blue-and-white room had changed.

And the blue became black, and the white became red.

The white long-haired carpet that Fu Jin put on the ground turned red.

Fu Jin walked in the door. Qian, who usually likes to follow him, stopped at the door of the room with disgust.

The corners of Fu Jin's mouth twitched.

Some of the blood was spat out, and some of it was splashed on the wall, making it look like a murder scene. In this way, it is impossible to ask a cleaning company to deal with it.

When he made his rounds around the room, he found what appeared to be fragments of internal organs in a pool of blood.

Even if the blood feels surprisingly clean, it's too bad.

Although Fu Jin can't talk about cleanliness, as a normal person, he also has a need for basic cleanliness.

Even blood-loving carnivores refuse to come in.

He walked around the room.

I'm willing to wait in the living room, "I'll drop it."

"What's that?" Fu Jin looked at her with indescribable eyes.

The foam on the floor was actually jumping.

"Graveman's flesh and parasites." Will answer him.

Fu Jin automatically digested this title and began to transform it into diluted knowledge.

I wish to know that he understood, and it was rare to have a little leisure to tell the story, "Have you ever heard of the legend of the dragon?"

"Snake into Jiao, Jiao into dragon?"

Willing to shake his head.

"Legend has it that dragons have thousands of scales on their bodies, and small insects hide under the scales. This insect bites the dragon's body day and night, and when it happens, it can make them roll in pain."

"There are also many parasites in human beings, and there are so many that they can't be cleared."

"But humans are so sensy that they can't sense these bugs at all, so they never roll around like dragons."

"And besides parasites, there's another thing we call demons. Demons also parasitize humans, and they are able to obscure human perception."

Speaking of this, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Fu Jin, "On the back of your head, there is one in the form of a tumor."

"Cut it off, and you should be able to retrieve some of your memories."

Fu Jin smiled, "... No wonder she asked me to ask you about the situation."

It is much more useful to talk once than to talk to other people ten times.

…

Willing to go to Fu Jin's room, she stretched out her hand and pointed to the floor.

Large expanses of blood flowed like flowing water, reaching the place of her hand.

Blood flowed through Fu Jin's room, changing from fresh red to deep black little by little.

I wish to raise my eyebrows. She raised her eyes to look at Fu Jin, "I can't take it back, your room is too dirty."

"..."Fu Jinmo.

"What is your blood?"

"Human blood removes impurities."

I would like to throw that big pool of blood directly out of the balcony, "We all think the city is dirty."

The blood is gone, and only the faint fragrance of flowers remains. Rolled by her blood, the air in his room was a lot fresher... Fu Jin's worldview was once again overturned.

"Now, tell me. Where's the commissioner?" After cleaning up the blood, I am willing to stand up.

"The white-clad leader."

I wish to raise my eyebrows.

…

Yu Kite also came.

Fu Jin was slightly surprised when she saw her.

"Why be so surprised?" Yu Kite blinked, "My mission is not over yet."