The portrait of Asa Akto is still lit, the only source of light tonight, as if it can sprinkle his intellect and wisdom into this gray world.
The images of Su Ming'an and Akto were stared at for a long time, as if two travelers were looking at each other.
In the world chat channel, players are still chatting:
[Haggart (unaffiliated):!! I can really hear his voice, I feel the "source" in my body, there is a voice teaching me how to use the "source"! ]
[Mi Lili (United Group): Don't listen! The gods of this world are Tawei, they are not good people! Don't be fooled by the temporary increase in combat power! ]
[Li Yi (unaffiliated): Well, will players also get the "deletion" disease? If we accept other dimensions, will we also gradually lose our memories and become a different person than before? The deletion disease is contagious. If we get the disease and return to the main god world...]
【Lojiqi (unaffiliated): Probably... not really. "Absence" is a disease, it should be a physical problem? The brain part? I think we will be cured when we return.】
…
Su Mingan withdrew his gaze.
New Year's Eve is just a few days away.
He pulled out an ID card and walked towards a small two-story building.
With a "click", the door lock opened and he pushed the door open.
This residence is very clean. The coffee table in the living room is spotless, and some art books are stacked on the table. A small but tidy bed is placed in the corner, and next to it are several unopened boxes of paint.
He went up the stairs, opened the door and saw a wide open view.
The low windows cast dim light diagonally. In the angled room, dozens of sheets of drawing paper were hung on wooden racks, lined up in a row, like reflective half-length mirrors.
The owner of the house is good at gouache painting, and most of his paintings are landscapes.
Green mountains and rivers are almost invisible in this era. They are like dream scenes, left on the drawing paper, making people yearn for them.
There were two blood-red seals on the door downstairs.
[House owner number IJ-1982, Qiu Li, confirmed dead. ]
【The house will be processed.】
…
With a "rustle", Su Ming'an flipped open a book on the ground titled "Landscape Records before the Century Disaster" - the pictures in the book were of distant mountains in the distance, with overlapping peaks and clear water like a mirror, and the scenery was quite beautiful.
It can be seen that Qiu Li longs for the era before the century disaster. When she walks with him and occasionally loses her mind, what does she think about?
I wonder…if she didn’t have that [missing], would she have managed to live long enough to witness these beautiful sights with her own eyes?
Su Mingan closed the book in his hand.
He clipped the ID card between the pages of the book and pasted the small name "Qiuli" together with the distant mountains she longed for.
Suddenly, he turned his head and saw a figure in a black robe and holding a flute floating outside the low window.
Su Mingan's vigilance instantly reached its highest level.
…This person was like a ghost, suddenly appearing outside his window.
"Lewis, come take a walk with me," Lin Guang said. He put down the flute and smiled stiffly.
"Do you really want to be friends with me?" Su Mingan took a step back.
"Lewis, come for a walk with me." Lin Guang didn't answer, but just repeated it.
Su Mingan was silent for a moment.
"Okay," he said.
He will have to sacrifice some sleep time tonight, after all, the opponent is the boss of the faction.
Lin Guang smiled and seemed very happy with the result.
When he walked out, Su Mingan looked back.
There is a large landscape painting hanging on the wall of the room.
A lonely crescent moon hangs on the branches, the deep sky is inlaid with stars and the bright moon, and a girl wearing a fox mask stands under the blooming peach blossoms, her bright red knot raising a crimson arc.
Qiu Li is indeed very talented in painting. Each of her paintings can give people a glimpse into the beautiful era before the century-long catastrophe.
Unfortunately, this kind of painting talent is the least valuable thing in this era.
"Do you care about the owner of this house?" Lin Guang's voice came from the side.
"No." Su Mingan said.
"She's dead." Lin Guang said, "People can't be resurrected. She's dead, and that's it."
He insisted on emphasizing this point.
"I know, I'm just passing by." Su Mingan said.
"It's meaningless, a waste of time. She's already dead." Lin Guang said.
Su Mingan was silent - isn't it a waste of time to go shopping with you in the dark?
...He can't discuss logic with a psychopath.
"The person named Qiu Li, her room is full of paintings from before the century disaster." Lin Guang said: "Although only some insignificant records such as landscape paintings are left, people are still trying to restore the world of thirty years ago. Even though their memories have been erased, they still yearn for it so much..."
At this point, a haze gradually appeared in Lin Guang's eyes:
"They... don't like this era of mine."
Lin Guang was talking about "my era" and he saw himself as the ruler of the current era.
As the most powerful agent of God, Lin Guang can kill anyone he likes and dominate any believers in the City of God. He is indeed qualified to say this.
But in Su Mingan's view, Lin Guang was just a dog who defected to him and betrayed the world.
A dog who was lucky enough to come into contact with him first, received the most favor from him, and thus became the most powerful dog.
A dog is a dog after all.
Lin Guang only took advantage of Asa's disappearance during the past thirty years to occupy such a ruling position.
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