"Kid, are you shopping alone?" The boss looked at me with a frown, looking a little unhappy, "Could it be that your parents have been busy to this extent?" It's not very safe around here! "The owner of this restaurant is a nice guy who is just as warm and welcoming, and I've heard it nearly a thousand and eighty times since I first met him three years ago — yes, once a day.

It's not that he's verbose, it's that every time I come is a first time for him.

"Uncle, it doesn't matter, it's just today, when do you think I've been here?" As usual, I adjusted my facial expression and said the best answer that I had come up with after countless trials, "And it's not far from my house, go straight and turn a corner." ”

"Oh, really?" The boss's face looked a little better, "But why haven't I seen you before?" "Expected reaction.

"After all, I just moved here, and it didn't take long, I believe we will be able to see each other often in the future, isn't it, uncle." I replied so, and then he would be happy and add more food.

"Well, I didn't expect that we have such a sensible little guy here, okay, this is what you ordered, and I also specially added some Oh, come with your family in the future, so that I can get to know each other." Really......

"Thank you, uncle, I'll be back later." At this time of the day, I come.

In different situations, he will react differently; After different conversations, there will be different results, and every day I will make a slight change to a series of responses to myself, and then feel the impact of the change in detail, just like the strategy game uses SL Dafabet (save and reread). For me, he is an NPC of a game, and it is because of him that I know that the original human mind can be controlled and even precisely controlled.

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It's a little bit of a suburb, it's remote, and the hustle and bustle of the silent woods has a little more life and agility - at least to me.

Walk over to a grassy field, remove gloves, open the food box and set it up one by one, then open your hands - wait, I close my eyes and listen to the movement around me.

"Rustle—" A dense stream of non-human footsteps and rapid wheezing came from ahead, and she sprang from not far away, then leaped—

There was a sudden weight in my arms, and then my face was licked and licked by my hot and wet tongue, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that the dog's head, which was not too small, was inlaid with only three black gems in the body, each of which was shining with water, and the not too large body just filled my arms, and the front paws were on my shoulders, a pair of thick legs curled up, and the tail was like a windmill with a remnant leaf in the wind—although I understood that the last one was slightly appropriately worded, but judging from the image or not, I was quite successful.

She has a pretty good name - Ling Bing Treading Snow, but under normal circumstances I would only call "Ling Bing", and this is naturally to distinguish her from humans, and she and I are like this......

She is a spiritual dog, and that's what I thought of when I first met her three years ago.

In the dim day, in the increasingly cold season, whimpering far away, although almost buried by laughter and laughter, but still attracted me as if no one walked through the suburbs, different from the previous dogs, the voice revealed an incredible rhythm and strong emotion, eyes stared closely at me who was invisible to others, and let out a silent begging. Several times, whenever I tried to turn away, the scream always forced me to retract the steps I had taken.

I crouched in front of her, my face as expressionless as ever, but there always seemed to be something churning in my heart, a strange and familiar sense of closeness spreading.

What exactly comes to mind? Now I can't remember exactly, but when I came back to my senses, there was only a bright red in front of me. It has nothing to do with memory, it's just that this part of the memory has been deliberately forgotten by me. Although my brain is comparable to a supercomputer, I don't really remember much so far, nay, more accurately, not much in the time other than dreaming and killing. Although it seems a little incredible, it is undeniable that my consciousness is not entirely controlled by myself, otherwise, the dreams of the past two years should not have brought me just deep into the bone marrow but hazy but hazy fear, sadness and resentment.

She is my friend, the only friend at the moment, and her simple thoughts and strong and undisguised emotions, without the calculations and darkness of others' hearts, always make people feel more at ease.

Quietly watching Ling Bing take this season's newly adopted "little brothers and sisters" to enjoy the food I bring every day, my mind will always relax unconsciously, and of course there is a faint regret - as early as a year ago, as long as I was a little concentrating, all the puppies except Bing'er would not be able to find me.

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The weather was still very hot at the beginning of September, and I didn't feel uncomfortable other than the specific temperature, so I didn't remember to introduce it earlier.

The air on the road distorted unnaturally because of the sun, and the heat wriggled in the crowd, squeezing the chests of every pedestrian, and everyone had to quicken their pace in order to quickly escape from this unbearable furnace.

But there was also a middle-aged man in his thirties, still standing in the scorching sun, with a camera hanging on his chest, frowning, looking around despite his sweaty self, hoping to find something, and still saying something in his mouth.

A little introduction to this supporting role: a reporter from the city's television station, an ordinary person who does not seem to be ordinary. He found that every one of his peers who had planned to interview the Five Heavenly Kings seemed to unconsciously forget about their work, no longer remember anything related to it, and even if he did, he would turn around and fall away at this point - curiosity grew irrepressibly, and he could not understand the deep meaning behind the event.

"Perhaps, the reality of the world can be opened from here!" Although he has not achieved anything so far, "not forgetting" is a very meaningful thing in itself.

On the other hand, every time he followed him after school, he would unknowingly lose track of the other person around a corner, and never succeed - even if the person he was looking for was actually in front of him all along.

Shangguan Yue'er supported her knees with her hands, tilted her head and tilted her head without blinking, this strange uncle who always seemed to like to "tail" them, the whole person was in front of him less than three meters away, and the other four people were also scattered in different directions, surrounding him. Among them, Zhou Bin was the only one who did not observe the reporter, but stared at the display screen of the instrument in his hand, and his feet kept moving back and forth.

"Okay, okay? I'm tired of it! Shangguan Yue'er frowned slightly, already a little impatient, "Why is today's test so long?" ”

"Well, it's almost," Zhou Bin was not affected by the witch's tone, put away the equipment, and his face was a little strange, "Today's spiritual increase is not normal, it has obviously increased a lot," he glanced at the poor man who was still looking around, and continued: "And obviously, this guy's mental strength is no longer suitable as the object of our experiment, the data has been deviated, and today's growth rate is about three times that of the past, which is abnormally very." ”

"In other words, this guy is useless, is he?" Shangguan Yue'er, a slave with a small mouth, asked lightly.

"I think that's it."

Zhang Ye has not spoken since the beginning, without his usual ruffian and arrogance, and his eyes are a little sloppy.

"What's wrong?" Ouyang Chengfeng patted him on the shoulder, a little curious, and several other people also moved their eyes to him, the leader of this team was not a scientific hooligan known for his cool head, but he showed the face of the demon king of the mixed world.

Zhang Ye glanced at the reporter, who had never been aware, and then turned straight away, "I have a premonition of uneasiness: that fellow of the same kind full of familiarity and intimacy, his almost murderous contradictory behavior today and the abnormal growth of our mental power. If there is a cause and effect for all this, then the cause must be extraordinary, and the result must be absolutely extraordinary. He raised his head and moved forward step by step, his calm tone mixed with a slight trembling, not scared, but excited.

Everyone's eyes lit up, their hands clenched unconsciously, and they left the place with the former.

"So, what about this toy?"

"Deal with it, don't make any problems, this is what we made ourselves, if ......"

The reporter, who had been parked on the side of the road for unknown reasons, suddenly dissipated for a moment, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight and hurried away, without looking around.

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"I have a premonition of unease." I knelt on the ground, caressing Bing'er who was lying quietly beside me, my eyes were slightly dim, and my heart was floating unconsciously, feeling as if something big was about to happen, something big that I had never seen before that could change everything.

Why?

Why?