Video game hall...? Looking at this dilapidated building, a question popped up in Song Qingci and Ji Qianqin's minds.

It has to be said that the first impression something gives is very important.

Like the game hall in front of you, the decorations that seem to be blown away by the wind at any time, and the garbage such as cans and plastic bottles scattered by the glass door, all reveal how long it has been since anyone has set foot in this place.

When they saw the place for the first time, Ji Qianqin and Song Qingci didn't want to go in.

But Bering didn't care.

His fingers gently brushed across the handle of the glass door, stroking the mottled marks of time on it. He was silent for a moment and sighed softly.

"Time is truly the sharpest blade," he said.

Once upon a time, it was recorded in a diary that this place was not so dilapidated and desolate.

Although there were not many people coming here at that time, occasionally some uncles with cigarette butts in their mouths and wearing sandals would come here to spend their remaining youth.

This was also a place that my original self had personally visited, and it was quite popular back then.

But now, not many people come here.

After all, if an arcade is opened in a village with not many people, the people who run it are either stupid and rich, or they are mentally ill.

It is obvious that the owner of this store belongs to the latter.

So he has been dead for many years, and this store has been abandoned with no one taking care of it.

"But even if it was abandoned, it shouldn't have become like this."

Releasing his hand from the door handle, Bai Ling took a step back, looking up and down to take in the overall situation.

Sure enough, there is something supernatural going on here.

In other words, something has transformed itself into a more mysterious existence through the empty shell of this "dead" game hall.

Recalling the contents of the diary, Bai Ling nodded slightly.

Then he turned his head and looked at Ji Qianqin and Song Qingci.

"Push this door open," he said, "behind the door, you may find the secret you care about."

Listen to this sentence.

Ji Qianqin, who originally had a look of disgust on her face, and Song Qingci, who had an expressionless face, changed their expressions slightly.

After they looked at each other, Ji Qianqin nodded.

Then she took two steps forward and pushed the door open gently with both hands.

Behind the door are several rows of game consoles with old decorations.

These game machines include racing games, pinball games, and something like a claw machine.

Without exception, these game consoles were covered with thick dust and cobwebs. Some were even covered with green moss, with ink-like water stains next to them.

Such a scene obviously does not arouse any interest.

Ji Qianqin couldn't help but frowned.

She turned around: "Boss..."

However, before she could react, the next second, Ji Qianqin's pupils shrank slightly! When she turned around, she found that behind her, there was no one, and there was a hunched, old man standing out of nowhere! When this old man appeared, there was no sound at all. He seemed to appear out of thin air behind them, and his movements were so subtle that they seemed to teleport! Noticing Ji Qianqin's shock, Song Qingci looked back in confusion.

This sight gave her a fright.

Compared to Ji Qianqin, the experienced Song Qingci obviously thought of more things.

She noticed that although the guy in front of her looked like an ordinary, old, dying person, he clearly had characteristics that were not human!

His hair was gray, whiter than the snow on the mountain; his eyes were dim, as if there was eye mucus in the corners of his eyes that had not been cleaned for a long time. On both sides of his shoulders, there was a pair of wings - the wing on the left shoulder was open and fluttering, while the wing on the right was closed as if sleeping.

There is no doubt that this is not a race that can be classified as "human"!

Song Qingci did not hesitate for a moment, and quickly pulled out two blades from the violin case behind her. The sharp and bright blades reflected the sunlight, like the flickering setting sun! However, before she could draw her sword, she was held down by a pair of hands.

Bai Ling placed one hand on Song Qingci's hands holding the knife and shook his head gently at her.

His meaning was obvious, "Don't attack."

Seeing what Bai Ling meant, Song Qingci couldn't help but frown.

She tried to break free from Bai Ling's hand, but soon, Ji Qianqin also held her hand.

Ji Qianqin looked at Song Qingci and whispered in her ear, "Don't be anxious. Listen to the boss."

As a member of "Ming Zhou", Ji Qianqin is also a person who recognizes Bai Ling's instructions.

During the time she followed Bai Ling, her biggest feeling was that the man in front of her seemed to know everything and almost nothing could be beyond his expectations.

Even though he always claimed that he was just "an ordinary person who saw a lot of things", Ji Qianqin knew very well that the breadth and depth of Bai Ling's eyes were definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

That must be a look and overview that spans countless days and nights and is measured in years! That's why she reminded Song Qingci.

With the two people stopping him at the same time, even Song Qingci had to stop what he was doing.

She retracted her knife and stared at the old man opposite her.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the old man spoke.

His face was facing the three people in front of him. Although he seemed to be looking at them, his eyes were unfocused: "Do you... want to exchange?"

exchange?

What to exchange? This question popped up in Song Qingci and Ji Qianqin's minds.

This time they did the same thing in tacit understanding.

At the same time, he turned to look at Bai Ling.

Facing the gazes of the two people, Bai Ling's expression was calm and composed.

"This is a game room," he said calmly, "Exchange, definitely exchange of game coins."

Oh, it turns out to be game coins.

Ji Qianqin breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and was about to take out her cell phone from her pocket to pay online.

However, before she finished her action, Bai Ling stopped her again: "No need."

Bai Ling held Ji Qianqin's hand and glanced at the old man next to him: "The game coins in this arcade are not exchanged for money."

"If you want to spend money here, you must bring out your own 'treasures'. It can be swords, skills, body parts, or even... memories."

After this sentence was said.

The old man, who originally looked sleepy, suddenly turned his head and glanced at Bai Ling.

After taking a glance, the old man withdrew his gaze again, and his whole body fell into that drowsy and old state again.

Bai Ling withdrew his hand silently.

He said softly, "First, take the things that you don't value too much and exchange them for some game coins."

"The game coins in this arcade can be exchanged for a lot of good things. Among these good things is the key that you have been thinking about."

Glancing at the two of them, Bai Ling said calmly, "For example, the missing piece of the puzzle that is sealed in your memory."

"After all, there were two people who had set foot in a similar place before."

"One of them is called Ji Zi, and the other is called Song Weilu."

As soon as these words came out.