142 Massacre 7||End (Part 2)

He turned on the flashlight and pointed it at the center of the black hole. The hand that was struggling inside suddenly became quiet, and the black hole stopped expanding.

Yan Shuang's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and he could accurately locate the pure data stream that was being swallowed among the densely packed flashing spots of light.

The pure data released a faint white light that was enveloped by other light spots around it, burning the last hope.

Then he picked up the camera again, aimed at the light spot, locked it and read the data.

He wanted to use the most vivid personal memories as anchors to reconstruct their consciousness archives.

After doing these two things, Yan Shuang calmly took out her mobile phone and started programming.

Fortunately, he made a final preparation plan before entering the game. He secretly stuffed the programming code into the archives of this game. Even if he forgot everything after entering, when he found these data, he would definitely not remain indifferent given his personality.

After all, these programming codes were carefully designed by him, and they contain his deep understanding of the game and unique creativity.

Maybe he'll start by carefully studying the code, trying to understand what it does and why it works. Then, he might start trying to incorporate it into the game to see what effects it has.

No matter what, he would never ignore it easily.

Yan Shuang felt a little tired of standing, so she simply sat on the ground without any image and carefully checked the data in her mind.

This process was very long. The black hole opposite him was frozen there, and he sat in front of it, head bowed, concentrating on typing. Even though the contents were already well-known by heart, he did not let his guard down at all.

Time passed quickly and his fingers never stopped.

When he typed the last letter, a red box popped up on the phone screen.

Start condition: Designer memory is restored and sent actively.

Yan Shuang turned the ring on her finger, looked back at the brightest star wrapped in darkness, frowned, and a trace of reluctance to let go flashed in her eyes.

But he quickly took it back and clicked send without hesitation.

The game system received the highest command authority, and the phone screen turned red instantly.

A few large words flashed in the red box: Emergency plan in progress! Data backup and restore.

In an instant, the sky and the earth lost their color, and all things lost their sound.

A darkness as thick as ink surged out from the depths of the void, swallowing up the light and drowning the colors.

Then, a violent wind swept through. It was no ordinary wind, but a distorted vacuum storm torn apart by an invisible force. It emitted a sharp and terrifying cry, echoing like the voices of countless wronged souls. The surrounding buildings began to gradually collapse, and the ground beneath their feet trembled violently.

Right in the center of this chaos, the black hole was spinning wildly at an unprecedented rate, the edge of its event horizon twisting and boiling, bursting with indescribable colors.

Yan Shuang was standing at the center of the collapse. The violent airflow that was powerful enough to tear steel into pieces was like hitting an invisible wall when it approached his side, and turned into a relatively soft vortex, which was only enough to lift the strands of hair and the corners of his clothes on his forehead.

He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, calm to the point of being indifferent.

The command took effect and the black hole gradually subsided.

The moment the vulnerability was forcibly repaired, the data stream transformed into white light, breaking free from the darkness and safely logging off. As the price of initiating this unconventional procedure, Yan Shuang's own consciousness was determined to be permanently deleted by the system due to a data conflict.

Inside the building, the five sleeping people resumed their brain wave activities one after another.

They got up from the bed and looked at each other.

"What are we doing here?" Ye Jing'an asked.

The others shook their heads and couldn't explain it.

"You didn't come here just to take a nap, did you?" Ye Jing'an smacked his lips. "I feel like I just had a very long dream."

"Me too," Xu Yaoyu said. "I feel really choked up."

"I dreamed too," Ye Jing'an recalled. "I vaguely remember being trapped somewhere and unable to get out. Then I saw a familiar figure who rescued me, but I can't remember who it was."

"No way, I dreamed of this too. We couldn't be having the same dream." Xu Yaoyu said with shining eyes.

"Huh?" Ye Jing'an pulled out his phone and looked at it, questioning, "Didn't they say a new game would be released tomorrow? Why isn't it here now?"

"Let me see." Tian Yiyi said, taking Ye Jing'an's phone. "The official forum has been bombarded. Looks like they're going to postpone it again."

"You guys are such a jerk! Maybe the authorities have discovered some loopholes and are fixing them. We'll update you later." Lin Haichen said, looking at Jing Ning, who had been silent the entire time. "Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Jing Ning looked at the tattoo on his arm without saying a word. He had forgotten when he had gotten the tattoo, and he couldn't even recall why he had it. He only had a strong feeling in his heart that this tattoo was very important to him.

A few months later, Ye Jing'an found a photo when he was sorting out old things after moving into his new house after getting married.

He sent it to several other people and asked: When did we take this photo?

Lin Haichen replied: It looks a bit like the Chinese New Year. Who is the young man standing in the center of the photo?

Xu Yaoyu: Have we ever spent the New Year together?

Ye Jing'an: I don't know, but I always feel like, have we seen this person somewhere before?

Tian Yiyi: Never mind, let’s celebrate the New Year together this year!

Ye Jingan: Sure, sure! Come to my new house!

…

The discussion in the group was extremely heated, with various views and opinions intertwined. However, Jing Ning, as usual, remained silent and lurked.

Ever since he woke up inexplicably last time, Jing Ning always felt that an important part of his memory seemed to be missing. Whenever he tried to recall what happened during that time, his mind was like being covered by a thick fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He also repeatedly reviewed the situation and carefully sorted out every detail, but everything seemed normal and there was nothing unusual.

This made him start to doubt, was it just his own fantasy?

But Jing Ning firmly believed that thoughts would not arise without reason, and he trusted his intuition. However, faced with this clueless situation, he had no idea where to start, let alone where to begin to investigate.

It was not until this photo appeared that he had a glimmer of hope. He decided to ask a friend to help investigate the young man's identity information, hoping to find some clues.

However, the result that the friend brought back was disappointing. There was no such person in the world.

That day, Jing Ning turned down all his work and drove to Yudu alone. He didn't know why he came, but he just came.

Walking on the Yangtze River Bridge, looking at the twinkling lights on the opposite bank, the river breeze blows gently, bringing with it the unique moist scent of the river water.

He simply stopped, closed his eyes and let the river breeze blow freely.

"Are you waiting for me?" A man's voice sounded beside him.

Jing Ning opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. His memory overlapped with the memory of their first meeting in the game. He smiled and hugged Yan Shuang into his arms, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Yan Shuang sighed, "Looks like I'm a little late. I didn't expect it would take so long to redo the system."

The mysterious game was back online in a complete form, and their overwritten memories were also restored.

"It's not too late, everything is just right."

Each of us has our own life.

Whether it is joy or sorrow, separation or death.

But no matter how tired you are, there is always a way home.

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