Chapter 36: Misty Rain in Jiangnan (Part 7)

Since entering the scene fusion, Yan Chuxue and He Yutong disappeared, leaving him alone.

Feng Zhibei stood on the street, watching all kinds of people passing by and greeting each other. The atmosphere was extremely lively.

I should still be in Qingshui City. If the situation is the same as the previous instance, then I should be in the previous timeline.

He thought for a few seconds and decided to look elsewhere to find some clues about inviting the empress.

Feng Zhibei wandered in the blue brick alley. The scene here was almost identical to the one outside the fusion scene. The sound of running water came from behind the building, and people were playing by the water.

Before, the residents here didn’t dare to go near the water.

He crawled through the gap between the buildings to the river and vaguely heard a few people discussing something.

One of the voices was probably that of a young woman.

"...Life has been so much better since the arrival of the Empress. My family is planning to give our newborn daughter to the Empress. What about you?"

She passed the topic on to someone else.

"I don't have a daughter. Oh, it's my fault. I only have a little son. I'll take him to ask Miss Ji Ling and see what she says..."

The sound of a flurry of chattering came along with the sound of rushing water. The tone was normal, as if they were just chatting about ordinary family matters.

But the topic of "giving children to the empress" doesn't seem like something normal people would discuss.

He narrowed his eyes, hid behind the wall, and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two.

"Oh right! Is Miss Ji Ling's adopted son really a fool?"

Miss Ji Ling? Picking up a child?

In his impression, the only person who meets these two conditions is the NPC who plays the role of the mother.

Another voice lowered its tone, seeming a little panicked: "Oh, don't let her hear it! Who knows if she's really stupid or just pretending!"

Feng Zhibei touched his chin.

Oh, it turns out that my character is a fool who was picked up.

He wanted to hear something else, but was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"What are you doing here..."

A small warm body squeezed in through the gap.

It was the young man Feng Zhibei saw when he woke up.

The young man raised his head, annoyance showing on his face: "I shouldn't have been so mean to you today. I'm sorry, but you always disobey..."

He lowered his head again and muttered, "But that's true. You don't listen to Miss Ji Ling or the Empress, so of course you won't listen to me..."

Feng Zhibei pretended to have a dazed expression, tilted his head and looked at the other person. His light-colored eyes looked dull, but he was worried in his heart.

This kid... looks familiar?

The young man tugged at his sleeve and took the initiative to show his good will. "Let's go back. My sister made some rice cakes and asked me to eat with you."

Feng Zhibei didn't respond to him, fully acting like a fool, and followed the young man.

We passed by many small buildings in the south of the Yangtze River along the way. The people inside looked very happy and comfortable, and laughter came from the windows.

Several children ran through the alley, holding wooden toys or small lanterns in their hands.

"My Queen, protect my family. I will protect yours..."

The child's voice became quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared.

"Don't look at them. You're fine too. Miss Ji Ling will take care of you. Nothing will go wrong."

The boy seemed to think that Feng Zhibei envied those children, so he started to comfort them.

A girl's clear voice came from a building: "Atong! Come in quickly!"

Feng Zhibei's whole body suddenly stiffened.

This is He Xinmei's voice.

Then the young man in front of me...

He whispered: "He Yutong?"

The boy turned around and looked at him, somewhat surprised: "Ah! You can call me by my name! I'm going to tell my sister this news later!"

Feng Zhibei closed his mouth, still maintaining his previous expression, but a huge wave was already rising in his heart.

Why doesn't He Yutong recognize him anymore?

Was his memory erased after entering the scene fusion, or... was there another reason?

And He Xinmei.

Since she is here, it means that the note she gave me before was slipped by her.

What important things do I have in this copy...?

Where's Yan Chuxue? Where did he go?

Feng Zhibei was pulled towards the small building. The closer he got, the more he felt a strange atmosphere.

I can't say for sure, but it's not bad.

Now that I'm here, I have to go and take a look.

Feng Zhibei glanced at the live broadcast panel a few seconds before entering the door. He hadn't interacted with the barrage for a long time.

This glance revealed the problem.

The barrage has been discussing what the crows are doing.

He was stunned for a moment, and before he could figure out what the crow had to do with him, he was pulled into the small building by the surprisingly strong He Yutong.

The screen in the live broadcast room flickered a few times and finally went out.

The four big words "Signal Interrupted" appeared on the screen.

The audience paused for a moment, and then frantically posted comments.

Originally, in this copy, the audience was ignored by Feng Zhibei, and they took this opportunity to vent everything they could and couldn't say.

[Fuck, fix, fix, fix your shitty server!]

[I told you long ago that without those people, the wilderness wouldn't be possible.]

[This is so annoying! Who would come to watch him if they weren't waiting to see the final commentary?]

"That can't be helped. We let an important experimental subject escape. Just sending him to the wilderness is already a good thing, right?"

[If he's let go, he's let go! The experimental subject can be found again, but once the debugger is gone, he's gone forever.]

Young He Yutong just opened his mouth to call out "sister" and then stopped.

In the pitch darkness, a girl in ancient cheongsam walked out of the darkness holding a plate of exquisite snacks.

She smiled at Feng Zhibei and bowed slightly: "I'm so sorry, it's so awkward for us to meet for the first time. I'm He Xinmei."

"Thank you for helping me escape from the rules of Happy University."

He Xinmei placed the plate on the wooden table and waved her hand. A retro-style sofa appeared out of thin air in the space, looking particularly abrupt.

"Just sit down and relax. The food is made by me. It's not poisonous. You don't have to treat me like you treat Feng Zhibei... Oh no, his name is B-367 now."

She sat on the sofa by herself and asked Feng Zhibei to come over and sit down: "You don't have to be so wary of me like you are of him."

He Xinmei waved her hand, and He Yutong walked towards her in a daze and was held in her arms.

"This is my little brother. I made him myself, with a bit of my genes mixed in. That's why he's a little unstable."

She grabbed He Yutong's hand and shook it towards Feng Zhibei, looking like she was playing with a doll. "Thank you for bringing him back to me. I've lost contact with him since I became an NPC. I miss him every day!"

Feng Zhibei quickly realized that he was now in a wormhole, otherwise the other party would not have talked about these sensitive topics.

He pondered for a few seconds, then walked over and sat on the sofa. "So, why did you call me here?"

He Xinmei stroked He Yutong's head with her hand, with some pity in her eyes.

"B-367 took away too much of your memory. As one of the main persons in charge at the time, I had two-thirds of the contents in my hands. The remaining one-third is in the central area of the wilderness. I can't help you."

She added, "The nights on Garden Street are too unstable. I can only return it to you here."

Feng Zhibei nodded, watching the strange interaction between He Xinmei and He Yutong, "And then?"

"After the accident, all the debuggers were sent to the lowest level of the wilderness, including me, Yan Chuxue, and B-367. I guess B-367 didn't tell you everything."

She waved her hand again, and the entire space suddenly changed.

The highly saturated sky and clusters of roses around are exactly the same scene as the space where B-367 is located.

Feng Zhibei sat among the flowers. At this time, he had returned to his adult size.

He looked up calmly: "What are those memories? Are they completely real?"

He Xinmei smiled and shook her head. "You really are exactly the same as when you were a child... You were born here."

"To be precise, you are an experimental subject cloned by Feng Zhibei."

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He Xinmei's statement is almost completely opposite to B-367's.

"After the wilderness sent us debuggers who made mistakes into the dungeon, they randomly generated many clones of the debuggers. They are scattered as NPCs in various corners of the wilderness, which can also disperse our forces."

He Xinmei snapped her fingers. "You were brought to the laboratory right after you were born in the wilderness. In human years... you were about five years old when he brought you into human society."

"Oh, he means Yan Chuxue."

Having said that, Feng Zhibei raised his head.

"What is a debugger? And who exactly is Yan Chuxue..."

He considered his words, "What on earth is he?"

He Xinmei was also silent for a while, skipping the first question and answering the remaining one: "I don't know."

"He was the first one to wake up in our group. In short, he couldn't be human, but what exactly he is... no one knows."

She reached out again and grabbed a ball of glittering light from the air.

This picture looks like something out of a cartoon.

"Wilderness can indeed tamper with your memory, but before we were demoted, his authority was lower than all of ours. All the memories I have are completely true."

She threw the ball in her hand, and in an instant, the light disappeared into Feng Zhibei's chest.

“!”

Feng Zhibei opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth to speak when a sharp pain came from deep in his mind.

The pain, as if his entire brain was being torn apart, made him unable to move. His vision went black and he passed out.

He Xinmei restrained her smile, lowered her eyes and rubbed He Yutong's head, looking unhappy.

"It would be fine if I died in the dungeon as an NPC... Yan Chuxue, when you buried this data, did you think of the current situation?"

She tilted her head back, stretched her waist, stood up holding He Yutong, and carried Feng Zhibei out of the door.

"The only good thing Yan did was... to get you out of the wilderness center intact. If you were gone, I really don't know what I would do..."

He Xinmei buried her head in He Yutong's neck, but the latter still looked soulless.

Something seemed to be surging in the dark little building.

Her eyes flashed, and she waved her hands suddenly, sending a gust of wind blowing.

A few rotten rose petals floated down from the sky.

He Xinmei sneered.

"You were the one who betrayed everyone in the first place. Why are you in this state now..."

"Feng, oh no... Mr. B-367."

In the darkness, B-367 walked out slowly with a smile on his face.

"I didn't know you were out too, my good colleague."

He nodded towards He Xinmei and smiled with his eyes curved: "Let's talk about the past?"

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