Chapter 37: Misty Rain in Jiangnan (VIII)
The things in this memory were a bit confusing, and Feng Zhibei still felt a little dizzy after waking up.
He returned to the scene fusion again and stood outside the small building. The warm sunlight felt very comfortable on his body.
A child passed by him, stuck out his tongue at him, and ran away quickly.
"Is that so..."
Feng Zhibei looked at the shadow beneath him and laughed a few times, but there was no smile in his eyes.
These two-thirds of his memories covered the period from when he was thrown into the human world until he was fourteen years old, and were largely consistent with the content he vaguely remembered.
If this memory is true, he should be B-367.
He Xinmei was also very considerate and made another explanation memory, which was transmitted directly into his mind, telling him some somewhat horrifying truths.
For example, during the twenty years that Feng Zhibei lived as a human being, almost all the people around him were debuggers, and his life trajectory was determined by them in advance.
This includes his assistant, most members of the Feng family, and even some people who have business dealings with him are debuggers.
As debuggers, their task is to create various coincidences, observe his reactions, and then transmit all his data back to the wilderness for analysis and learning, and to cultivate other replicas.
However, they deduced countless times, and in the end, the experimental subject always ended up drowning in the water. In order to maximize their profits, they added some exciting plots to the first half of the experimental subject's life.
Feng Zhibei was silent for a moment, "...I didn't expect that Truman was actually me."
He looked back at the small building behind him. The door was completely closed and it seemed that he could no longer go in.
But He Yutong did not come out of the building.
Feng Zhibei seriously suspected that He Xinmei called him here just to take He Yutong away. As soon as she appeared, she held He Yutong in her arms and would not let go for a moment. She did not say anything about the content of her memories, but directly sent them into his mind through the air.
It also gave him a headache.
He shook his head a few times, leaned his back against the wall, feeling the warmth of the wall after being exposed to the sun, and looked up at the sky.
Regardless of whether they are human or non-human, they are already dead, and...
He was born in the wilderness. The purpose of the wilderness creating him was to use him for experiments and observe the feasibility of cultivating clones into normal humans.
Obviously, this experiment failed. The main reason was that these half-baked debuggers had no idea about the life style of normal people, so the life they arranged for Feng Zhibei was not very normal.
Feng Zhibei grew up without a father or mother and lived in an orphanage until she was a teenager. After being adopted by her wealthy biological father, she was not welcomed, her voice was hoarse, her mental state was unstable, and she also engaged in art.
The buffs are simply stacked full.
His life had finally gotten a little better and he was about to get through it, but in the end he died inexplicably in the lake.
He couldn't help frowning.
Is this the life path that a normal human being should have?
These debuggers must have read too many novels! How did they come up with so many inexplicable life plots?
And, most importantly, he is not the first experimental subject to be released into human society.
After the experimental subjects fail, they will return to the wilderness, which explains why he did not go to the underworld after his death but came here.
But failed experimental subjects will not enter the game as players.
What do you do with failed products? They're recycled directly. After all, they're no longer of any use, so there's no point wasting resources on them.
Judging from this, my ending will not be good no matter what.
Feng Zhibei was quite free and analyzed his current situation. He finally came to the conclusion that he was surrounded by enemies on all sides.
B-367 is full of lies and cannot be trusted.
Although He Xinmei is highly trustworthy, she obviously cares more about her younger brother.
Behind him is a wilderness that always wants to recycle him as nutrients.
And Yan Chuxue...
Thinking of this, Feng Zhibei paused.
His original memory was indeed flawed. When he was fourteen, Yan Chuxue, who went by the alias Yan Jingming, suddenly disappeared, taking with him the paintings he had drawn...
But I can't remember that design drawing at all.
Feng Zhibei recalled Yan Chuxue's various performances back then.
At that time, Yan Chuxue was his tutor. Although she had a strange way of thinking and often did things that people could not imagine, but overall, the time she spent with him was one of his rare moments of relaxation.
Feng Zhibei closed her eyes, covering half of her face, and her thin eyelashes cast a shadow.
The memory suddenly became clear, and he was a little unsure how to face Yan Chuxue now.
...But then again, he hasn't met Yan Chuxue yet in the scene fusion.
I don't know what this person's role is in this scene.
His eyelids fluttered.
Although he behaved like a normal human being most of the time, a normal person would have gone crazy in such a situation.
It can be seen that the wilderness's plan only made him look more human on the surface, but he still looked non-human inside.
But...if he must be recycled in the future, he also wants to know all the truth clearly before facing the final death.
Feng Zhibei shook his head and prepared to continue exploring the information within the fusion scene.
Next, the Wilderness team should take some measures against him and keep trying to recycle him. After all, this is the reason why he was assigned to the commentator category, which has a very high mortality rate.
He was not afraid of death, but he wanted to know the truth.
——Why was he not directly recycled? Why did he come to the game to challenge levels? Why did the wilderness pull so many ordinary humans into this infinite flow game?
Feng Zhibei took a deep breath to calm his violently beating heart.
He walked forward a few steps and was about to go to the river to explore again when he suddenly stopped.
He missed a group of people.
Besides debugger, what role will the audience play?
"Hmm...it seems like I haven't seen the barrage for a long time."
Feng Zhibei put on a smile and said, "Let me see what my good audiences are saying... hm?"
From the audience's perspective, they could only see that he had just been basking in the sun at the foot of the wall for half a day, and suddenly took a few steps, without any idea of his mental activities.
Now, as soon as I see him showing signs of interacting with the audience, I start to post comments like crazy.
[I finally connected to the internet, but I didn't expect you to be on hold for so long. I was so scared.]
[What were you doing when the screen was black just now? What were you doing when the screen was black just now? What were you doing when the screen was black just now?]
[The human cub is so cute, let me kiss it quickly, please don’t die, woooo ...
[Put the rest aside for now and go find the crows! !]
Feng Zhibei was stunned. He hadn't expected the comments to be this style. He had thought that this group of viewers who had always hoped for his death would also want him to die this time.
It took him a few seconds to realize that the live broadcast connection was disconnected after he entered the wormhole, so the audience could not see his specific actions.
Moreover, He Xinmei played this trick very skillfully, directly tearing open a space to serve as a wormhole. In appearance, it was no different from an ordinary ancient building, unlike other wormholes, which would have other signs before opening.
The streamer just walked into a small building! The connection was interrupted? Of course, it's the live streaming platform's fault!
So the audience naturally started to insult the wilderness.
Feng Zhibei seemed to be lost in thought.
It seems that He Xinmei's strength should be above B-367, and the audience's camp may not necessarily be on the side of the wilderness.
His smile was more genuine. "Thank you all for your concern. Nothing happened just now. I just went to someone's house to get some snacks."
【That's good, that's good】
[Don't eat anything carelessly. If you die in the dungeon, we'll be in trouble.]
Feng Zhibei nodded obediently. "Yes, I won't eat anything carelessly from now on. Don't worry, I will definitely live to do the final commentary and strive to bring more fun to everyone!"
He remembered the most crucial thing again: "By the way...why should I go looking for the crow?"
Feng Zhibei was puzzled. What exactly did the crow represent? This animal existed in both instances.
The barrage suddenly became funny.
Feng Zhibei squinted his eyes and finally found an explanation amidst the hahahaha.
[Because the richest man turned into a crow, and he kicked you in the back of the head]
Feng Zhibei: "...What is it?"
He was shocked and turned around and ran towards the place where the crow appeared before.
No, it’s where Yan Chuxue appeared.
At the same time, Yan Chuxue was standing on a tree, watching several women by the river washing clothes and chatting.
He had just checked and found that he could switch to human form, but it was obvious that the crow form was more convenient for collecting information.
He planned to collect enough information in this form before meeting up with Feng Zhibei.
"My Queen, protect my family. I will protect yours..."
Someone was humming a ballad with a strange tune. Hearing this, several women had happy and pious expressions on their faces and hummed along with the others.
"My Queen, protect my family. I protect your family. My Queen, love your daughter. I will give my daughter to you..."
Considering He Yutong's negative state, Yan Chuxue guessed that this "Queen" must like little girls very much, otherwise there would not be medicine to turn one into a girl in the village.
He jumped down a few branches and continued to listen to the conversation between the people on the river bank.
"...I wonder what the Queen can give us this year. There aren't many girls left in Qingshui City. Sigh..."
A woman sighed, fished the washed clothes out of the river and wrung them dry.
The water flowed thinly all over the ground.
"Yes, I only have a boy left in my family. If the queen doesn't want him, I can only ask Miss Ji Ling for some magic water."
Another woman took over.
Not far from them, a woman was preparing to pack up and go home. She showed a slightly worried expression when she heard this.
"But I don't know what it will be like after drinking that holy water. What if I send it down there and the Queen finds out I'm not a woman? That would be the end of me!"
Several women sighed.
Yan Chuxue looked towards the river.
The river is now apparently normal, with the women's washed clothes floating with the current instead of sinking directly to the bottom.
This means that the changes in the river must have occurred after the Empress was invited.
What kind of queen are you inviting?
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