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He Xian was forcibly dragged back to the Mirage Abyss by Shi Youchen.
Not long after the two landed, Yan Zhiyuan's message reached He Xian - "They are gathering in Simulation Room 3. Also, Xiaowei has been affected by some chaotic energy and has amnesia."
He Xian read it to Shi Youchen, and he said, "Hmm?" "Amnesia? Hasn't she always been with you? What's with amnesia?"
Shi Youchen changed his clothes, put on his mask, and changed his voice: "Nothing, I destroyed that place. She stayed in my space for a while, and the memory of the venue in her brain was overwritten."
"What?!" He Xian shouted, "I specially arranged for them to meet each other before reuniting. If she doesn't remember all that, she'll be shocked."
Then he murmured, "No wonder Yan Zhiyuan said she was affected by chaotic energy."
Shi Youchen fixed his hair and glanced at him: "You are quite kind. Since you are so willing to help others, go and do another thing."
He Xian took two steps back. "You want me to do it again? Boss, I haven't completed your last mission yet. How about you let Yan Zhiyuan do it?"
"He has his mission, and he should be in District 5 now..." Shi Youchen put on the last ring.
He Xian rolled his eyes, looked at the bright blue light on the top of the tower, and sighed heavily: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Shi Youchen recalled the memory of "Lot No. 5" he had unearthed from Xiaowei's mind and said, "Go to District 13 and capture someone."
...
After assigning the task to He Xian and personally seeing him off, Shi Youchen arrived at the door of simulation room No. 3 fully equipped. He rubbed his wrist and pushed the door open.
Seven pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.
"Hello everyone, I'm the person in charge here, Sasa." Shi Youchen said as he glanced at the familiar faces.
Inside are the No. 1 items in the Nigella auction, including Xiaoyue.
7 transformed experimental subjects.
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District 5, in the small town next to Nigra City.
Ying Yungui has returned to the association. Lin Zhouze said that he wanted to relax here, so he stayed. Now he is strolling on the town road.
He walked aimlessly along the street, occasionally stopping when he heard some unusual noise.
Amid the noisy hawking, Lin Zhouze caught some familiar words.
"Sugar cakes...Sugar cakes of various flavors..." The hawking was a mixture of languages from several regions. When Lin Zhouze stopped, the clear voice of a child was shouting in the dialect of District 8.
He thought about it, turned around and walked back a short distance to the stall.
Working at the stall were a mother and daughter. The little girl sounded no more than ten years old, but she was dressed like she was in her late twenties.
It seemed like the stall wasn't doing very well. Seeing Lin Zhouze approaching, she quickly asked, "Hello! What flavor would you like?"
When Lin Zhouze heard this sentence with a strong local accent, he was distracted for a moment, then he opened his mouth and said, "Does it taste like milk?"
When the little girl heard what he said, she switched to the dialect of District 8 and said, "Yes, yes!" But this sentence was obviously more halting than when she was shouting before, and it could be heard that she had learned it by herself.
As she spoke, she reached out to lift the covering board, and a sweet fragrance wafted out from the gap.
It’s a pity that Lin Zhouze couldn’t smell it.
"A whole piece of milk-flavored one costs 5 coins. How big do you want it?" The girl's mother put the dough on the other side and turned to ask him.
"..." Lin Zhouze's chip couldn't scan such tiny things, so of course he didn't know how big the whole piece she was talking about was. He stood there in embarrassment.
The little girl seemed to notice that his eyes were vacant and she suddenly pulled his hands over and placed them on the board. Then she put the cake-shaped mold into his hands and said, "A whole piece is this big!"
Lin Zhouze was very grateful for her attentiveness and consideration, but he couldn't even feel it.
"Well".
He didn't know how to start, and the mother and daughter looked at each other.
"Half a piece of milk flavor, half a piece of blueberry flavor, thank you." At this time, a familiar voice came from the side and spoke to the stall owner in the dialect of District 5.
Lin Zhouze frowned and turned towards the person who came: "Wenyuan? Why are you here?"
Yan Zhiyuan paid the money, took two bags of cut candies, and handed the milk-flavored bag to Lin Zhouze.
"The tryouts were cancelled. I came here for tourism. I saw you from afar just now and thought I was seeing things. I didn't expect it was really you."
Lin Zhouze was holding the bag in front of the stall owner and her daughter. He couldn't throw it away, so he could only raise his hand stiffly.
"Just consider it an apology gift for the previous game." Yan Zhiyuan took a bite of his blueberry-flavored piece. "It's delicious. Don't you want to try it?"
Lin Zhouze hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and stuffed a small piece into his mouth. "How is it? Is it delicious?" Yan Zhiyuan asked excitedly, completely unaware of the subtle change in Lin Zhouze's expression.
"..." "Yeah." Lin Zhouze had only heard the hawking and on a whim wanted to buy some to support the business. He couldn't taste the food anyway, so he hadn't planned to buy much, which was why he was so concerned about the quantity.
"It's all this kid's fault for yelling that exact phrase." He admitted that the cake was delicious, but in his heart he was already slightly angry at the unsuspecting little girl.
Yan Zhiyuan was obviously unaware of all this.
"Don't you like sweet things?" Yan Zhiyuan asked when he saw that Lin Zhouze was not as interested as he had imagined.
He didn't know that most of Lin Zhouze's sensory functions had degenerated and disappeared, and thought he still liked sweets as before.
So even though I know that he is no longer the Lin Zhouze of the past, when he doesn't behave as I imagined, I still feel a sudden and huge sense of disappointment.
After all, Yan Zhiyuan has not completely broken away from the past.
"I used to like it." Lin Zhouze held the bitten cake in his hand and did not take a second bite.
"..." Yan Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, then asked tentatively, "There's a flower field on the edge of this town. It's planted with a kind of flower that's unique to this place, and it's blooming beautifully right now."
"It's the raw material for this candy cake." His fingertips left dents on the surface of the blueberry-flavored candy cake.
"Want to go check it out?"
Lin Zhouze fumbled to tie the bag, thought for a while, then walked forward.
Yan Zhiyuan followed beside him and moved a little closer to the outside of the road. The voices of people around him mixed with the sound of passing traffic, but the two could still hear each other clearly.
"You sound quite familiar with this area," Lin Zhouze asked casually, "Did the girl at the stall just now learn the language from another district on her own?"
Yan Zhiyuan: "Well, she probably thought that this would attract tourists from different places, and the stall would do better business."
Lin Zhouze said after hearing this: "But she didn't expect that doing so would not only fail to attract much business, but would also isolate her from other street vendors."
Yan Zhiyuan paused and asked, "How do you know they are isolated?"
"The sound density varies across different sections of the road. It's obvious that their stall is located on the road with the least traffic and is the least convenient for parking." Lin Zhouze raised his head slightly, "And there aren't any other stalls around them."
Obviously, the mother and daughter were forced to go there.
As they were talking, the two of them had already reached the fork in the road.
To the left, it leads to the flower fields Yan Zhiyuan mentioned. To the right, it leads to the only transportation station in the town.
Lin Zhouze stopped at the intersection and said to Yan Zhiyuan, "Let's stop here."
"..." Yan Zhiyuan's fingertips curled up and clenched, his tone hesitant, "You don't want to..."
Just as he started talking, he was ruthlessly interrupted. Lin Zhouze said in a cold and hard tone: "I don't want to, and besides, I can't see what you are talking about."
The atmosphere grew tense, but neither of them turned away. They just stood there at this deserted intersection.
"People here seldom go out, and they don't have the leisure to go to the flower fields to see the scenery. The flowers you mentioned are not used for anything other than making this kind of candy." Lin Zhouze spoke word by word in the sudden cold wind.
"I know everything."
"So, let's stop here." He raised his hand and threw the bag of milk-flavored candy cake, of which he had only eaten a small piece, into Yan Zhiyuan's arms. "I don't need any apology gift."
After he said that, he turned around without any reluctance and walked to the right.
Unfortunately, the indicator light turned a glaring red, and Lin Zhouze's forward movement was stopped.
"If... it's possible." Yan Zhiyuan held onto the wrist, unwilling to let go, and asked softly, "Do you want to become a mutant?"
Lin Zhouze tried hard, but Yan Zhiyuan's grip was too tight, and he couldn't break free. "What did you say?" he asked.
"I say, if you don't have to pay any price, would you like to become a mutant?"
Yan Zhiyuan slowly loosened his grip, ready to leave at any time if Lin Zhouze wanted to.
"This isn't a redo, and it's not for anyone. You have absolute autonomy in your choice. Do you want this?"
Yan Zhiyuan's hand completely loosened, but Lin Zhouze did not pull away.
The indicator light turned from red to green, and then from green to red. A few passers-by passed by, and the sudden cold wind gradually subsided.
Lin Zhouze did not leave.
"I don't want to." Yan Zhiyuan felt as if he fell into an ice cellar when he heard this answer. He pulled the corners of his mouth weakly, and then he realized that no matter what expression he made, Lin Zhouze could not see it.
"But." Lin Zhouze suddenly changed the subject, "I forgive you."
“…”
“…”
"I forgive you." He repeated it again when Yan Zhiyuan's head was filled with buzzing sounds.
He knows it all.
Lin Zhouze chose to turn right and leave the town. Yan Zhiyuan turned left alone and went to the flower field.
The fields were filled with tiny white flowers, their tips drooping toward the ground, swaying precariously in the early winter wind.
This flower is a plant unique to the northern part of Zone 5. Some people pick it for medicinal use, and it has a resounding reputation in the medical manuals of barefoot doctors.
"newborn".
Yan Zhiyuan looked at them in groups, and his vision gradually became blurred.
Soon, a long-unexpected rain began to fall. He stood in the rain and in a trance saw a figure walking towards him from the depths of the flower field.
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Lin Zhouze got on the car that came to pick him up before the heavy rain fell.
"Is this all necessary?" Ying Yungui said as he sat in the driver's seat with his legs crossed, watching the person who got into the car swiftly.
Lin Zhouze closed the car door and said, "Leave it to me, this is a matter between him and me." Then he thought about it and asked, "Has there been any result of what I told you before?"
Ying Yungui started the car and set the route to the northernmost port in Area 5. Then he spread his hands, turned around and said, "We found the remaining fragments of supernatural powers. There are many old acquaintances among them."
"So what are you going to do?"
"It's not convenient to fight them now."
“…”
"If you need any help, just ask me."
Ying Yungui smiled and said, "You should clean up your own mess first. Old Yan is not as good-tempered as you think. He can be quite crazy when he gets serious. I've seen it before."
Lin Zhouze also laughed: "You talk as if I have never seen it."
The car windows were covered with raindrops, and he stared at the gray sky in a daze.
For Yan Zhiyuan, what he wanted was never an answer, so the moment that person finally learned to ask him if he wanted it after so many years, he felt relieved.
"See you next time."
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