"Lao Deng, you want to harm me again."

Chen Qing chuckled under his breath and flicked the note in his hand to the side, he looked at the coffee machine in front of him, and struggled to climb to eye level with him.

On the coffee machine, there are only three buttons.

Next to the button, a smaller note is used to write the action prompt.

"Request", "Meal", "Hot Water"

That's all.

According to the requirements on the note, then he only needs to press and hold the request button after putting in the currency, and then say his request to the coffee machine, and the coffee machine will judge whether the request can be met or not.

Theoretically, a coffee machine can meet all the requirements in the world, the only problem is that most drinkers are not blessed with the demands they make.

"Be rich."

When he drank it, he became a gold ingot as heavy as he was.

"Cancer recovery."

So the man became a lighthouse jellyfish that didn't get cancer.

"Become a god."

The person who made the wish was only here, and only at the moment of drinking the coffee, became a god who was too short to be recorded by time.

The time when he became a god could not even be counted in the smallest unit of time.

Later, someone made such a wish.

"I want a cup of Miss Marisa."

So that day, the person who made the wish watched as a cup of bright red coffee appeared in his cup.

Later, the coffee machine spat and spat for three to five minutes before an eyeball sprayed out and smashed onto the bright red liquid, causing the splash of water to stain the surroundings red.

It was Miss Marisa.

Taken from her most essential parts.

Chen Qing looked at the coffee machine in front of him, pondered for a long time, and listed a series of questions on the ground with the water stains at hand.

At the end of the question, there is often a question, and that question is all written like this: What is the cost?

He looked at the question, and then at the seductive visions listed earlier, and fell into a long-lost silence.

Chance comes with danger, but when the danger is far beyond the scope of one's own responsibility, the opportunity is no longer called an opportunity, it is called a trap.

He sighed softly, erasing the two first wishes.

Under the erased water marks, he wrote: Become the knowledge of God.

With: I became the world of God.

He looked at it like this, and his gaze moved to the third line.

"Restore my memory to the maximum extent I can afford it."

He looked at the line of information, and after frowning and thinking for a long time, he finally raised his head.

This was his first wish, and it was also the wish that he had worked for for a long time.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed down, suppressed the surprise and disappointment that might appear in his heart, and adjusted his expectations to an extremely high and low threshold.

Immediately after, he threw in the three chocolates in his pocket, and then pressed the demand button in front of him.

"I want a cup of coffee that can restore my memory to the maximum extent that I can afford."

He let go of his hand, and the red signal light began to flicker, and its crimson light flickered more and more, but it flickered, but the light never showed any sign of turning green.

"Huh?"

Chen Qing looked at the crimson light in front of him and was stunned.

"Huh!"

He looked at the light in front of him stupidly.

How is this possible?!

That's impossible!

Can't you even carry a little bit of the past, the lost memory?

Or do you not even have a little memory of the past?

He thought about it, and his eyes became more confused.

"Impossible...... It's impossible ......."

His gaze moved to the side, to the fourth point he had previously listed.

He didn't believe it was his entry that went wrong, and he had to try it once, even if it cost three E-500s.

He had to try to see if there was anything wrong with this machine.

He closed his eyes and simplified the fourth entry.

"Within the maximum tolerance range, maximize the effect of its own characteristics."

He looked at the text in front of him and revised it to read as follows: "Increases the effect of the trait within the tolerance of the drinker, and mitigates the negative effects while reducing the weakening of the traits in the Backrooms." ”

He thought for a moment, and after making sure he had made sure he had made a mistake, he returned to the coffee machine.

The fragrance was close at hand, but he didn't know if he could drink it.

He was silent for a moment, dropped the currency, pressed the button, and after the red light came on, read the words on the ground.

"Increasing the effect of the user's trait within the user's tolerance reduces the negative impact while mitigating the weakening of the backrooms to the trait."

The next moment he spoke, the red light on the coffee machine began to flicker wildly, different from the previous rush, this time the light flickered and flickered, and the speed slowed down.

Before he could turn his head, a crisp chime made him focus on the coffee machine in front of him again.

As he stuffed the paper cup under the spout, the pale green spout button was pressed, and a clattering sound sounded under the spout.

The hazel coffee liquid smoked like poison, and the slightest hint of bitterness dissipated with the green smoke.

He looked at the cup of coffee, pulled the E-500 out of his pocket, and tilted his head into his throat.

At this moment, the coffee of about seventy degrees was blazing, and it flowed through his throat, but the feeling it brought to Chen Qing was not so painful, and a trace of cold, a bit like mint stimulation spread in his mouth.

He felt the irritation spread in his mouth, then quietly dissipate after filling his mouth.

After all the smell in his mouth was gone, the moment he opened his eyes and looked at the world again, he suddenly slowed down.

Everything is slow.

He lifted his hand, it moved slowly towards his forehead, and he reached out to touch it, and a pupil was set up.

He was stunned, and in the next moment he felt the world return to its previous state.

When I touched it again, it turned out that the vertical pupil had been completely closed, and it didn't look like it had grown eyes in half a day.

Chen Qing didn't do it again, he knew that this effect was definitely a perfect realization of his demands.

But then, his brow furrowed even more.

"Not my problem...... Not a problem with it......"

He looked at the machine in front of him, and his expression became a little worried.

"Is that my memory problem?"

He looked at everything in front of him, and a sense of falsehood came over him in an instant.

"Even the slightest memory can be overwhelming for me......," he whispered, "but I can look back at the past through the intangible cultural heritage that carries the past."

Is it because the intangible cultural heritage is special, or is it because the memories I 're-see' are not directly acquired. ”

He was silent, but he couldn't spend the rest of his chocolate on the wish.