Sang Ziqing felt some chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Ning Lu climbed down from him, squatted aside, and stroked his back.

"That's supposed to be a personality cleaning game, I didn't kill anyone..."

"However, the eleven people we have seen, like marionettes, are acting with you who are crazy and crazy. Want to take a look? ”

Ning Lu pulled open a pair of transparent plates with silver wires, revealing an innocent and innocent smile.

"No... No, I'm not mentally prepared yet? ”

Sang Ziqing subconsciously tightened his body, as if the futuristic electronic products were some kind of invisible, terrifying abyss.

Ning Lu put the tablet across her knees, dragging her face that had not yet taken off the baby fat:

"I thought you'd be interested? This is an excellent one in the past! In fact, we keep a good record of every incident that happens. Hey! ”

The girl raised a bright smile, without a trace of haze, without a single flaw, and the joy at the corners of her mouth was slightly curled, rippling to her entire face like ripples of a clear spring.

I don't know whether to say it is a child's words or what, Sang Ziqing always feels that this angelic smile has a kind of creepy horror.

"What about the official? Does the countermeasures bureau allow 'me' to mess around like this every time?! ”

"You're scheming! Each time, the casting is a death row prisoner, or an unforgivable villain. While satisfying your own bad tastes, we also have to admit that this over-the-top approach does save a lot of expatriate power. ”

"Impossible, impossible..." Sang Ziqing shook his head again and again.

Circumventing the ruling of the judicial organ and punishing the wicked without authorization sounds quite chivalrous in ancient times, but it is far beyond the rules.

Even in Sang Ziqing's incomplete cognition, this is an extremely wrong thing.

Cage!

Two words popped into his mind.

The tigers in the zoo enjoy the fun of hunting prey, but they don't know that their identities as hunters are all charity from people.

"No, why do I have such thoughts..."

"The freedom I want, the sheer desire to kill?"

No!

Sang Ziqing clenched his right fist and slammed it towards his temple, desperately trying to blast the dark thoughts out of his head.

"Stop, Ziqing! Why do you want to practice yourself? ”

Ning Lu was close to Sang Ziqing's arms, holding his face with both hands, and the ice crystal eyes flashed with indescribable gloom.

"Tell me, let my purpose go? It's a kind of cage, isn't it? What is the purpose of my existence?! ”

"Surveillance, bondage... Normally, it is used as a tool to clear out the fugitives, and when it gets out of control, it is removed at will, right? ”

The enraged teenager grabbed the girl's arm, blood pouring from her soft, fair skin.

When he came back to his senses, Sang Ziqing's long-sparsely groomed pointed nails had already pierced into Ning Lu's flesh and blood.

The girl shrunk and shuddered.

"Hug... Sorry... I..."

Ning Lu put her index finger against Sang Ziqing's lips and shook her head gently.

"The reason why the countermeasures bureau turned a blind eye was simply that it did not want to add uncontrollable factors. As for your actions, they are entirely of your own volition, and no one has ever wanted to take advantage of you. ”

"Don't try to deceive yourself with such a reason, step into the abyss from which you will never recover..."

"I... Doesn't he have the potential to become a degenerate, just like the man just now? Sang Ziqing asked.

"Hmm!" Ning Lu nodded.

"The Fallen fall into the abyss, and the Marauders laugh at it. In addition, there is another group of people who hover on the edge of the abyss, peeking at everything beneath them. We'll call it the Edge Walker..."

"Remember, Ziqing. You can look, but don't stare too long, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you. ”

Sang Ziqing gently pushed away the petite body in his arms: "I want to be quiet..."

Ning Lu reluctantly got up, kicked a piece of gravel under her feet, and walked to the corner of the stairs.

She kicked pebbles down the stairs, venting her unhappiness, and the sound of "clacking" echoed through the empty unfinished building.

Sang Ziqing stared at the gray wall, his body flabby and limp without strength.

There are still traces of red paint on the walls, and between the lines are curses on the developer.

The words made of weeping blood are extremely eye-catching.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and buried his head in his hands, and through the gap between his fingers, he could see the flat plate left by Ning Lu on the ground.

The priest's voice echoed in his ears again: Those who cling to the past cannot embrace the future...

Sang Ziqing shook his head, as if he had made up his mind.

Without memories of the past, man is just an empty shell.

He swiped down the thin, transparent screen, and the interface stopped in a dark red prompt that read "Appearance mismatch".

【Whether to switch to password input】

【Please enter a 12-digit password】

[Input error, there are 4 chances left... 】

[There are 3 chances left... 】

Sang Ziqing looked back at the sullen girl at the bottom of the stairs.

An inexplicable irritation struck him, turning into a headache that came out of nowhere.

His face was hideous, and he watched the countdown numbers on the interface pause for a moment.

The sound of rubble crashing in the distance came to an abrupt end.

Time and space freeze! It's the same thing that happened in front of room three.

Colorful silk threads hung in the sky, pouring down like a waterfall, condensing into a ball in front of Sang Ziqing, and then spreading below.

It's just that this time the connection on the silk thread is no longer a picture that flashes frequently, but a number!

Sang Ziqing clenched the thread ball and watched the filaments wander into the flat plate.

The chaotic and complicated numbers in front of me are arranged in leaps and bounds.

He gently hooked a red silk thread with his fingers, and the twelve-digit numbers connected to the thread dissipated instantly, and what came to mind was the image of the failed unlocking.

For a moment, Sang Ziqing suddenly understood the meaning of these silk threads.

Each line represents a possible combination of twelve digits.

Each time the corresponding thread is provoked, the decryption result of the arrangement of the junction is triggered.

"I see! The so-called headache is just a sequelae of ability..." He endured his discomfort and frantically dealt with the rampant flow of information.

Suddenly, a golden hairspring emerges from the dazzling flood of colors.

To Sang Ziqing's surprise, this filament was not out of his own choice, but out of instinct.

It's like subconsciously knowing the answer to the password.

He hooked the hairspring with his little finger and gently picked it, memorizing the twelve numbers at the end of the thread.

Time begins to flow.

Sang Ziqing entered the numbers in his heart into the password box, and clicked "confirm" with his fingers trembling slightly.

It's on!

Unlocked successfully!

"Sure enough! Really! Sang Ziqing was happy in his heart, and his mind was still shaking like a durian.

The so-called headache is just a state of rampage caused by the brain's inability to process the chaotic flow of information for a while.

He swiped the screen and found the video in the saved item.

A new question sprouted in my mind.

"Since the sequelae of my ability is a headache, how can I explain the words in the black book, which are obviously just some jokes?"