Dao Bai

In the lecture hall, the amnesiac climbed the stairs. When she reached the door, before she even touched the door handle, the concept of "memetic suppression" had completely disappeared from her mind.

It was like a summer hurricane sweeping through the wheat fields, not sparing even the tiniest ears of wheat, leaving only the abrupt, bare land, reminding her with the mess that she had forgotten something crucial.

All she could remember was forgetting herself: I remember what the "thing" Wanting gave Liu Tianyi was, but I forgot.

This feeling was no less than the torture of having her cramps and bones pulled out. An unknown rage surged in her heart, as if she was a dying person standing on the vast and calm ocean, with no one around and no place to leave even her last words.

Professor Shen called her: "A student seemed to be looking for you just now."

Who is it, Huang Zixuan? She escaped the pollution. The illusionist scratched his neck irritably: "It's a female student wearing a photography vest."

"No, it's a short girl who speaks in a very low voice. She's looking for someone wearing a khaki trench coat and colored hair."

It sounded like the round-faced girl she had left in the storage room. The Memory Master was a little surprised.

"Thank you for your reminder." The illusionist said goodbye to Professor Shen and headed for the storage room on the first floor, but he was unexpectedly blocked on the stairs.

The round-faced girl was waiting for her at the corner of the stairs, squatting in the corner like a little animal, looking pitiful.

"That's great, you didn't leave! I went to each classroom to look for you, but I was afraid I would miss you, so I could only wait here at the stairs."

It was a smart little animal, knowing to block her on her way. The illusionist was in a good mood. Moreover, he waited for so long in a place full of people, but he was not polluted.

"What are you looking for me for? It's dangerous outside. Let's go back to the storage room."

The round-faced girl stood up from the corner, rubbed her numb legs, and summoned up the courage to say loudly: "Zixuan dragged me to watch a play. There is something wrong with that play. She won't leave after watching it. Is there any way to save her?"

"You said you watched the play," the illusionist was surprised, "I was not contaminated after watching it."

"pollute"

"Do you ever feel something is wrong like worshipping the King of Kings, chanting prayers, and having the urge to enthusiastically recommend the play to others?"

"No." The round-faced girl said uneasily.

The Memory Master looked at her for a while, and suddenly asked: "Are you hiding something from me?"

"This is not just Huang Zixuan's problem. Everyone in the school has been contaminated."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. I was just about to tell you this when I found a pile of torn paper under the shelf in the storage room." The round-faced girl quickly explained, "I only found it after you left."

"Here you go. I glued them on."

Printed on the crumpled paper was a passage:

Please send the words I wrote to those souls, those souls who are peeping at the sun in the deep sea, grasping the grass in the strong wind, and looking up at the starry sky under the cliff. I wrote only for you, your voices came from the sea, from the wind, and from the bottom of the cliff, but no one responded.

I see the gamblers pretending to be smart and foolish throwing all their hopes into the endless darkness and the final chapter of all things. I will always watch you and I will be the last listener and narrator. 】

There were some dried water stains on the paper, which was obviously a long and thin strip cut from a book. It seemed to have been torn into small pieces by someone, making it difficult for the person who found it to restore it to its original state.

The illusionist gently stroked its edge, and under his fingertips were irregular fibers remaining on the surface of the paper, which were proof that it was connected to the mother body when it was once complete.

"You should read this first and then go to the play"

The round-faced girl nodded rapidly.

Imagination and reasoning are the best options at this time, and the layout of the storage room appears clearly in front of the illusionist.

She seemed to see with her own eyes an unidentified person secretly opening the safe with the key given by the fake teacher Li.

After reading the script of Withered Dynasty page by page, he picked up the syringe and a small bottle of clear liquid, then he hesitated.

[When leaving, be sure to inject yourself with the short-term amnesiac in the outermost safe.

If there is no short-term amnestic or the drug is ineffective, take other effective measures in time. If there are no effective measures to take, immediately implement emergency plan A. 】

He read the instruction document several times and checked the liquid medicine again, but he still couldn't be sure that this was an effective short-term memory eraser. His eyes stayed on the last sentence of the document, and a thin layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

In this case, it’s not hard to imagine what “Emergency Plan A” would be.

Finally, he cut out a passage from the script, held it tightly in his hand, and began to inject himself with the drug.

As the piston pushed, the medicine slowly entered his body and his breathing seemed to stop.

After the needle is removed, the drug enters the blood circulation directly and takes effect quickly.

His expression showed a kind of joy of surviving a calamity - the words of the Withered Dynasty were disappearing from his mind one by one, the potion was working.

He opened his palms and tore the sweaty note into pieces bit by bit, but he was reluctant to throw it away after tearing it into pieces.

Instead, he used it as a retreat and hid it under the shelf. He did not give his full trust to the fake teacher Li.

Then he picked up the syringes, empty medicine bottles and packaging bags on the ground. No, there was no packaging bag. The round-faced girl picked up the packaging bag when she was cleaning.

How could he forget the packaging bag? Why would a man who was careful to leave a way out for himself leave the packaging bag indoors?

He must have taken the time to do one last thing while the short-term amnestics took effect.

The illusionist's perspective zoomed in on the third-level safe.

The cut page of the script was picked up again, and he tore off several nearby pages together, crumpled them into a ball in his hands, and prepared to destroy the evidence.

Then he forgot about the Withered Dynasty and the plastic bag on the ground that he hadn't picked up.

The potion was in full effect, and he couldn't understand why he was standing in a strange house with a pile of garbage.

The memory master asked the round-faced girl: "If you wake up and find yourself holding a pile of waste paper, used syringes and empty medicine bottles, what will you do first?"

"I'll get scared and throw the thing away quickly."

“Where is the trash can in this building?”

"There's one in the toilet on the first floor, and there are several at the back of the building." The round-faced girl thought for a moment.

"There is a very fierce cleaning lady watching over the trash can in the toilet. She doesn't allow people to throw trash in there. If there is trash, just throw it behind the building."

“How often are the trash cans behind the building emptied?”

"Once a day, I don't know."

According to Huang Zixuan's description, the person who gave her the key to the storage room last night must have come to take the Withered Dynasty last night.

Even if he did throw what he had in his hand into the trash can, the trash can had probably been cleaned.

"Lend me your rubber gloves." The illusionist was ready to try his luck.

The round-faced girl quickly took off her gloves and gave them to her: "Do you want to rummage through the garbage? I'll join you."

"Go back to the storage room and wait. Don't go out casually again. Although you won't be contaminated, there are other dangers outside."

"What about Zixuan?" the round-faced girl shouted angrily. She seemed to have never spoken so loudly before. After she finished shouting, she covered her mouth in panic.

Putting on the rubber gloves, the illusionist patiently explained: "Huang Zixuan doesn't consider you a friend."

"She had received a part-time job as a photographer a long time ago, but she lied to you that it was an urgent job in order to get you to clean the storage room for her. This was because she broke a very valuable porcelain vase in the storage room last week, and she hadn't told the teacher after the incident."

"Ah" the round-faced girl shuddered, "She wants to frame me"

"Yes, don't treat her as a friend. You deserve better friends."

The Memory Master walked down the stairs without looking back.

Fortunately, the trash can was not cleaned, perhaps the cleaner was also contaminated by the Withered Dynasty.

Those pages recorded a true tragedy, and the parts that could resist contamination after being torn off were the monologues written by Meleagro after he was imprisoned in the tower.

The Memory Master decided to go to the drama club to take a look in person. She washed her gloves and placed them at the door of the storage room, and found that Yu Guangzhong's King of Kings was getting closer and closer.

She controlled herself not to look at Him and walked all the way to the old teaching building without any obstruction. The old building was surrounded by a sea of ​​people, and even the steps in front of the gate were filled with people.

Soon, she found that she didn't need to go in at all. The enthusiastic crowd shattered all the glass windows of the auditorium, and the actors' voices were clearly transmitted out of the auditorium through the indoor equipment.

Leaning against a tree by the roadside, the illusionist looked at the stage from afar. She saw the King of Kings wearing a blood-red mask sitting high on the throne, with a group of people in luxurious clothes standing on both sides.

At the same time, the shadow in her peripheral vision disappeared.

King of Kings: "My loyal subject Sisyphus, why did you travel across the city and fields to come to my palace?"

Sisyphus: "Your Majesty! I have mustered up all my courage and come to your blessed land with the utmost respect for the kingdom. All I want is a position. This trip is not for my own glory. I hope I will be lucky enough to receive your mercy!"

The King of Kings' voice was inexpressible: "You come from the common people and have no experience. You cannot hold an important position in the palace with just passion."

Sisyphus: "Your Majesty, I have gone through hardships! At the junction of fog and light, I embraced the light with wisdom and diligence, and then the light accepted me!"

"We don't need noble blood or a distinguished name. Knowledge and hard work can lead us to rise. There are countless shepherds in Wuyou City and countless fishermen in Caina River. We are no different from the sons of nobles. We will offer our unparalleled loyalty and blessings to you, the king of Wuyou City!"

The King of Kings was furious: "I am ashamed of you - you are my friend! I am the King of Kings, and I never said that the light welcomes me!"

The announcer, who had not appeared for a long time, suddenly spoke: "The King of Kings is furious and orders Sisyphus to be executed immediately."

Meleagro: "Please forgive him, my lord. He is not all-knowing, nor is he of noble blood. He is merely a madman."

"A madman created by my wrong teachings. I know my mistakes, and I am willing to tie myself to the tower and spend the rest of my life by your Majesty's side, by the side of my only friend."

King of Kings: "You are also my only friend and my most loyal servant. Sisyphus will forever be punished by the stone in vain and hopeless. And you, my teacher, will never accept another disciple in your life."

Meliego choked up and repeated: "I will never accept another disciple in my lifetime."

The Memory Master reached into his windbreaker pocket and unconsciously touched the pages of paper. The content on the paper did not completely match this scene of the play, but combined with the content, he could roughly understand what happened later.

Sisyphus, who was supported by the people, was punished to push a stone. Meliegro, the only one who could persuade the king of kings, was imprisoned. The people, filled with pent-up anger towards the royal court, rose up to attack it.

The invincible King of Kings lost the support of the people, but his friend worked hard in the tower, writing down the monologue. The situation was getting worse and worse, and the King of Kings was at a loss, so he came to ask his friend for advice.

Meleagro gave her king her last plan of her life - to focus people's hatred on herself.

It was announced that she had bewitched the kind-hearted and merciful king, so after executing her, the king promoted the son of a commoner and pardoned Sisyphus to appease the public anger.

The few pages of paper that the Memory Master dug out from the trash can only recorded this much. She took out the passage that could resist pollution and grabbed someone nearby to try out the effect.

The crowd who were quietly watching the performance suddenly burst into exclamations. The illusionist looked towards the stage alertly. Everything was normal on the stage.

Why are they so excited? The illusionist dragged the unlucky guy she caught and quietly hid behind a tree.

After she finished reading the Dao Bai in a low voice, the unlucky guy didn't react at all. It seemed that Dao Bai couldn't save the contaminated people. She looked back in the direction of the complex building and planned her escape route.

As she turned around, the person she was holding suddenly sank down and fell to the ground with a plop. When the illusionist turned around, everyone except her had knelt down, and all she could see was a sea of ​​heads.

In the dusk, they knelt straight on the ground with their eyes closed, their fingers crossed and placed under their noses.

The king of kings, the lord of all defeat.

A lonely figure behind the scenes, with the setting sun as its skirt.

The male and female voices interweave and miraculously merge into one track.

The iron rod has twisted branches, the moon is hidden and the stars are concealed.

The king's shadow is long, and the night is low.

Some people cried loudly, crawled on the ground after becoming incontinent, and bit the arteries in their hands hard.

The mist is so thick that the flowers should not bloom.

The blood flows on the hill and the mourning song never ends.

The boundaries between individuals become extremely blurred at this moment, and everyone's heartbeat and breathing seem to be synchronized.

After hearing the many prayers of the polluted ones, the illusionist already understood that they were calling upon Him, the blood-red bound king.

It was too late to kneel down and blend in, and he would not be able to escape even if he wanted to run, so the illusionist simply continued to stand against the tree.

She inappropriately thanked Wanting on behalf of Liu Tianyi, and even wanted to compose a nonsensical prayer for Wanting.

The King of Kings just appeared at the edge of the stage, and the actors on the stage seemed to have been paused.

When the illusionist came to her senses, she had already arrived on the stage and was lifted up by the King of Kings, grabbing her neck.

She swung her feet weakly and opened her mouth in vain to try to take in a little air. She was horrified to find that she could not muster the thought of resistance, and only heard a whisper echoing in her mind.

[I see, the memetic suppression in you is not my friend...]