inside the warehouse.

Mu Ke knelt on the ground, holding his head and curled up into a ball, his eyes wide open and he quickly muttered to himself: "Forget it, forget it for me, forget it all!"

There were dozens of used pens and a lot of scraps of paper covered with writing scattered around Mu Ke.

The handwriting on these scraps of paper was neat and fluent at first, but later became messy, as if the person who wrote these words could barely keep his mind clear at first, but later lost his mind and could only draw randomly.

On the front of each piece of paper were some strange-looking tables, and on the back were a lot of distorted, ugly mask patterns drawn hysterically.

These tables are all comparison tables, and the contents of the tables are very strange.

What is a comparison table? It is to compare two seemingly similar things in a table to distinguish the differences, such as comparing bananas and plantains, and kiwifruit and gooseberry.

The comparison tables written by Mu Ke do not compare things, but two people.

He was comparing the differences between [Bai Liu] and [Bai Liu].

Mu Ke's comparison table was very detailed, listing everything from appearance, life, and origin. He wrote down everything that happened to Bai Liu and Bai Liu as if he was writing a chronicle, and then compared them one by one.

Mu Ke murmured to himself: "They are different. Bai Liu and Bai Liu are different."

"Bai Liu saved me..." Mu Ke grabbed his hair, his eyes wide open, "But Bai Liu also saved me."

"Bai Liu is just an ordinary employee who was once bullied by me. He would not do so many things to hurt others like Bai Liu..."

Various details and memories kept flashing back in Mu Ke's mind.

Bai Liu smiled at the manipulator Zhang Kui who went to his death, deceived Mu Sicheng's soul at the most critical moment of the game, and used Liu Jiayi's weakness to let her join the team. Without a trace of emotion in her eyes, she hugged Tang Erda, who was covered with scales and looked dazed, and whispered softly, "I'm sorry for everything you've experienced."

[Give me your soul, and let me atone for the sins of those Bai Liu.]

Bai Liu lifted his chin emotionlessly, lowered his eyes to look at Mu Ke, and said softly:

[If you continue to be so useless, I will abandon you. ]

[I don't want worthless followers, Mu Ke.]

Bai Liu would do things that would hurt others. He didn't do it at first simply because he was an ordinary person trapped in an ordinary job, without identity or ability.

But if Bai Liu and Bai Liu were given the same identity, status, capital and ability...

Mu Ke bent his waist in pain, gasping: "...What is the difference between them?!"

The lazy-smiling Bai Liu in Daniel's memory and the casual-smiling Bai Liu in Mu Ke's memory gradually overlapped.

Can't!!

Mu Ke's heart beat wildly and he started coughing.

Xiao Chou's family is a fanatical believer in Bai Liu. Even if that kind of crazy belief only exists in his memory, it is enough to drive Mu Ke crazy.

Mu Ke's memory was eclipsed by Xiao Chou's chaotic and colorful memory. Mu Ke gradually forgot his parents, school, and all the people he had interacted with since childhood. Everything was distorted into the state in Daniel's memory.

Mu Ke felt like he was being swallowed by Daniel's memories.

His parents became Daniel's aloof and indifferent father, the school became a huge shooting range, and the people he had socialized with changed from hypocritical and polite peers in the business world to people from the opposing party who beat him.

Mu Ke felt that his existence was being squeezed out bit by bit by Daniel.

Memory gradually turned Mu Ke into another Daniel, and the only thing that remained in Mu Ke's memory that belonged to him was Bai Liu.

If Bai Liu is Bai Liu, then what is the difference between Mu Ke and Xiao Chou who have the same memories?

Mu Ke's heart was beating violently. He covered his arrhythmic heart and opened his mouth to gasp. His lips turned purple. A feeling similar to colic forced Mu Ke to wake up again.

He frantically searched for the forms on the ground, trying to find the difference between Bai Liu and Bai Liu.

"They are different, totally different." Mu Ke took a deep breath, his eyes reddened, and he convinced himself, "Bai Liu, Bai Liu has short hair, Bai Liu has long hair, they are different in appearance."

"Mu Ke." Bai Liu knocked again. His tone was still calm, but his tone changed from the first negotiation to an order. "Don't make me say it a third time. Open the door."

Mu Ke's shoulders trembled, and he subconsciously obeyed Bai Liu's order, staggered to his feet, and opened the door.

Outside the door, the long-haired Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke with no expression on his face: "Do you still recognize me?"

Mu Ke stared at Bai Liu's long hair almost in a daze, and his hands trembled uncontrollably as he opened the door.

In an instant, all the memories that could not be forgotten were mixed together.

Mu Ke slowly knelt on the ground, covering his twisted face. The pain from his rapidly beating heart forced Mu Ke to bend over and gasp for breath, his breathing so rapid that he was about to vomit.

Bai Liu calmly glanced at Mu Ke who was curled up on the ground, walked into the warehouse, closed the door, squatted on one knee, picked up a few pieces of paper on the ground and looked down at them.

"So you were trying to differentiate between me and Bai Liu." Bai Liu lowered his eyes, "... Now that it has come to this, the rest of the memory has been devoured, and only my existence remains."

Bai Liu found an abandoned staircase in the warehouse and sat down. He clasped his hands in front of him, leaned forward and helped Mu Ke, who had fallen to the ground, up.

Mu Ke looked up at Bai Liu in a trance, and couldn't help revealing that ugly, crazy smile on his face. His expression twitched as if he had a convulsion, but the next second he covered it up with his panicked hands, and cried out, "Don't look at me like this! This is not me!"

"Is it because your memory is so good that you simply cannot forget the memories that the other person has instilled in you?" Bai Liu asked calmly, not being affected by Mu Ke's emotions.

Mu Ke lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong: "Yes."

Bai Liu lowered her eyelids: "I can indeed find a way to erase this memory for you, but if it is just erased, when you meet Xiao Chou again, you will be afraid, right?"

"After all, even if it was erased, you were defeated by his memory battle, and you escaped his memory."

Mu Ke's shoulders trembled. He bit his lower lip and said nothing.

"Why was he swallowed up by Xiao Chou's memory?" Bai Liu asked, "Doesn't Mu Ke have any meaning for his own existence?"

Mu Ke still didn't say anything.

Bai Liu continued, "When a person has his own meaning of existence, knows what he is and why he lives, it is difficult for another person to erase his meaning."

"No matter how much that person's presence affects you, or how much they look like you, they are not the same person as you."

Bai Liu handed the scraps of paper filled with comparison charts to Mu Ke, who was bowing his head, and said calmly: "Just like me and Bai Liu."

Mu Ke raised his head in surprise.

Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke and said, "Mu Ke, don't you have any meaning for your existence? Friends, family, lover, career, material things, etc.?"

Mu Ke hesitated for a long time, then slowly lowered his shoulders, became less nervous, and narrated absentmindedly:

"Because of my illness, I have had few friends since I was a child. They were all afraid of hurting me, and making friends with me was a very dangerous thing. My parents have always been very good to me, and have tried their best to treat me and meet all my needs, but the doctor said a long time ago that I probably wouldn't live long..."

Mu Ke was silent for a moment and said, "So the way they looked at me was as if they were waiting for me to die."

"I've never liked anyone. I feel like they can live for a long time, and they are from two different worlds than me."

Mu Ke slowly clenched his fists: "...I'm jealous of those healthy people who can live a long life, so I can't like them."

"Material and career..." Mu Ke paused, "Everyone is very kind to dying people, so they gave it to me without hesitation."

Mu Ke was silent for a long time, tears rolling down his red eyes. He raised his hand to wipe them away, and suddenly he cried and laughed:

"...People who know their own death from birth seem to have no meaning in existence."

Bai Liu leaned on the steps, lowering his jaw and half closing his eyes. "If we use stocks as an analogy, no one would want to invest their feelings in a stock like you that is destined to lose money because you will die soon."

"You are a worthless short stock, but in this case, you met me who is willing to believe in and invest in you, so you hold on to me tightly as if you had grabbed the last straw. You exist by my affirmation, you get emotional feedback from me, and find the value of your own existence."

Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke calmly: "In this respect, you are the same as Xiao Chou who relies on Bai Liu's affirmation. So when you can't distinguish between me and Bai Liu, you find it difficult to explain yourself and Daniel, is that right?"

Mu Ke responded hoarsely: "Yes."

"Look up at me, Mu Ke." Bai Liu said in an imperative tone, "Look at me and tell me what I have in common with Bai Liu."

Mu Ke subconsciously obeyed Bai Liu's order, looked up at Bai Liu, and said in a trembling voice: "You all like money."

Bai Liu hummed lightly.

"Use whatever means necessary to achieve your goals."

“Very good at games.”

“…”

“…Now everyone has long hair.”

Mu Ke narrated with a trembling voice, his eyes were blurry and he felt himself gradually sinking into a confused mind, unable to distinguish the difference between the real long-haired Bai Liu in front of him and Bai Liu in Daniel's memory.

"Long hair?" Bai Liu glanced at Mu Ke thoughtfully, and suddenly smiled, "I remember that your skill weapon can be taken out in the central hall."

Although Mu Ke didn't know what Bai Liu was going to do, he nodded and took out his dagger from the panel.

"Come here." Bai Liu lowered his eyes and ordered.

Mu Ke went over with a dagger.

Bai Liu, with no expression on her face, quickly grasped Mu Ke's hand with her left hand, and put her right hand around her neck to hold her long hair that fell to her waist. Then, she grasped Mu Ke's hand and the dagger in his hand, and slashed upwards without any pause.

The long hair was neatly cut.

Mu Ke held the dagger that cut Bai Liu's long hair with a blank expression.

"My hair isn't long anymore." Bai Liu raised his eyes, scattered hair falling on his shoulders, "Mu Ke, remember, if you choose to exist for Bai Liu, then never confuse me with Bai Liu."

"Because it's me who has invested my feelings and recognition in you, not Bai Liu."

Bai Liu said calmly: "I don't like the idea of ​​making investments myself and having others receive the appreciation of my assets on my behalf."

"You are more valuable than you think, Mu Ke."

Mu Ke knelt on the ground as if stunned, holding the severed hair of Bai Liu in his hands, and the memories of Daniel in his mind faded quickly.

...Bai Liu and Bai Liu are different.

Bai Liu will abandon his worthless followers.

But Bai Liu won't.

The real God will give new values ​​to the incompetent believers.

Bai Liu stood up with the help of a bracket. He found a rubber band from somewhere in the warehouse and stretched it out with three fingers. With his other hand, he combed his hair from the back of his neck upwards along his skin. He quickly gathered the scattered black hair into a bunch and tied it into a ponytail with an indifferent expression.

Some dishonest strands of hair hung on both sides of his forehead.

Bai Liu pushed open the door of the warehouse and turned his head in the light that rushed in. His eyes were dull and his hair was shining against his forehead, making it difficult to see clearly. His shirt was covered with bloodstains that had not yet dried.

"Mu Ke, get yourself in a good mental state and come out for the meeting. The league is about to start."

Mu Ke gritted his teeth and stopped Bai Liu who was about to leave: "...But I can't completely get rid of the influence of Daniel's memory on me for the time being! Is it okay?"

He asked in a low voice, almost in panic, "Don't you need to... replace me during the league game?"

"Will this impact shake the meaning of your existence for me?" Bai Liu asked.

Mu Ke was startled and immediately replied: "Absolutely not!"

Bai Liu retracted his gaze, turned around, pushed the door open and left without looking back: "Anything that cannot shake the meaning of your existence will eventually be transformed into the value of your existence, but there will be an unstable process in the middle."

“I personally don’t hate this process.”

The door was closed. Mu Ke sat quietly in the warehouse, holding Bai Liu's long hair that he had cut without hesitation, and muttered to himself, repeating Bai Liu's words: "...anything that cannot shake the meaning of my existence can be transformed into an increase in my value..."

"As long as Daniel's memory can't devour me..." Mu Ke looked at the long hair in his hands with trembling pupils, "I can find all the memories about the league inside, and then make myself stronger!"

Mu Ke covered his heart, which was beating wildly and achingly, with his long hair, and laughed while choking with tears.