Only Me
The Memory Master's heart sank to the bottom.
We can’t let him know more. Apart from the ghost story, his true form can know the entire situation here.
Through fragmentary clues, he could even speculate the existence of the kaleidoscope, which was the latest secret trump card of the Super Management Bureau.
The anxiety almost turned into fear, and the illusionist jumped directly into the deep pit.
After experiencing less than a second of weightlessness, her wrist was grabbed by the swordsman.
The swordsman put one hand in his pocket and locked her wrist with the other hand, lifting her out of the pit.
The illusionist suppressed a groan of pain. The swordsman grabbed her injured arm and had no intention of putting her back to the ground.
He even lifted the illusionist up and looked at him carefully as if he were appreciating a precious work of art.
Behind him, strong winds and heavy rain rushed into the abandoned building through the broken glass windows.
The swordsman seemed to have finally seen enough. He laughed: "Hahahahahahaha——"
"It turns out this is really an imaginary world! It's so interesting!"
The rain hit his face, mixing with tears of laughter.
The swordsman apologized again: "I'm sorry, I lied to you. The Holy Grail cannot record what happened in the virtual world. As for its true function, I can't tell you. Of course, you can think that I am still lying to you."
He seemed to feel no fatigue at all, possessing endless strength. He grabbed the illusionist's wrist and turned her slightly half a circle like a doll in a machine:
"I didn't lie to deceive you. I just wanted to see your reaction. You chose to commit suicide without hesitation to prevent me from getting more information."
"From this I can be sure that this is an illusory world. You are not afraid of death, you are afraid of the real world that knows everything that happened here."
The swordsman suddenly closed the distance between the two of them. The illusionist could almost feel his breath. He asked excitedly: "Where exactly is this place? Is this my dream? Who are you and how did you get in?"
The flowing amber in his eyes seemed to be burning. In his immense joy, the illusionist only felt despair.
Too arrogant.
The illusionist felt very guilty. She should have thought of it earlier. From the moment she was led by Jing Ke to pretend to be the host, she should have realized that she could not fool the other party.
She completely gave up asking about the purpose of the Holy Grail and only thought about getting away.
There was a bottomless pit under his feet. The illusionist said in a weak but calm voice: "Let go."
"So death is the way to escape from the fantasy world. Is this your superpower?"
"Let go."
"Don't always seek death." The swordsman became more excited. "With such a powerful and strange ability, which organization do you belong to? You don't look like an official."
"Let go."
The rain seeped into the swordsman's eyes, but he seemed not to notice it. He fixed his eyes on the illusionist and said, "Say something else."
"Let go."
"You even know about nuns, why don't you consider going with me to meet the Patriarch?"
The illusionist finally changed the subject: "Who is the Patriarch?"
The swordsman looked at her with regret.
The Memory Master knew that she had said the wrong thing again. These four short words must have revealed something, allowing the Swordsman to learn more information.
She is currently at an absolute disadvantage. She has no idea whether the Holy Grail can record everything in the ghost story and let the swordsman's real body know.
Every word spoken to the swordsman is a challenge. The more you speak, the more mistakes you make. The Memory Master kept his mouth shut.
The swordsman finally blinked: "You pulled me into this fantasy world, what do you want to know?"
"Let me guess. This body, whose pseudonym is Ah Ren and whose real name is Ren Shanshan, is not your real body, and her superpowers are not your superpowers. You are possessed by her, and everything you have experienced is a fact that has already happened."
"What are you going to do to change the past virtual world so that it can affect the real world?"
Ren Shanshan!
The illusionist called out anxiously in his mind: Ren Shanshan, I know you are there! I have found the truth for you, your sister's death was fake, the fake person is fake, and you were not killed by the fake person.
The swordsman continued to ask question after question. He did not seem to want to get an answer from the memory master, but only hoped that the memory master would say something.
Ren Shanshan's voice finally rang in the memory master's mind:
【I don’t need the truth.】
The Memory Master sighed.
She fully understood the third rule: her sister's real name was the truth.
Ren Shanshan doesn't need the truth, Ren Shanshan only needs a sister.
The swordsman looked at her expectantly: "Is there anything you want to say?"
"Ren... I don't know her name. Her surname should be Ren, but she may have changed it. She looks a lot like me, but I don't know if she has had plastic surgery. She is an extremely smart and tough woman. She has no official identity and no past. Do you know her?"
The swordsman imitated her sigh: "Your description is like asking me to pick out an apple from all the orchards in the world that is neither red nor yellow, neither round nor flat, and neither hard nor soft."
"She is not an ordinary apple. Her wisdom and strength will make people who hate her praise her as vicious. She is a very self-centered person and she has a special and weird name."
"Vicious, selfish, and with a weird name," the swordsman said casually, "there really is such a person, her name is Wei Wo."
That’s her, Shanshan.
The Memory Master said in his mind.
She must be your sister. I, only me, is her real name and the only name she recognizes.
Your sister is still alive.
【That's... great. 】
A feeling of bitterness instantly welled up in my eyes, and along with a blockage in the middle of my chest, bitter tears slowly overflowed.
【I am really...happy.】
The tears came all the way from ten years ago, and they should have been shed at that ridiculous funeral.
【I am the ant, she is herself. 】
Tiny, weak, vulnerable ants swarmed in from all directions, overwhelming the swordsman like a tide.
Why doesn't she take me away?
The unbelievable pain could no longer be expressed with tears; the extreme emotions turned into sharp pain that spread from the heart to the whole body.
The swordsman, who was being bitten by the ants, used up his last bit of strength to grab the illusionist and said, "Don't cry."
The next second, thousands of ants gnawed him into bones.
The Memory Master fell into the pit.
She opened her mouth and wanted to say something to Ren Shanshan, but only endless bitterness and sorrow came out of her throat.
Unexpectedly, the ghost story did not end, and the illusionist saw the true ending of the story.
In the pouring rain, A-Lu failed the interview, but Ren Shanshan, who was used as an interview tool, was appreciated by the swordsman.
After dawn, Ren Shanshan walked out of the Universal Building alone.
There are two good news on the phone.
Counselor: Shanshan, I have arranged the dormitory change. Are you free to come to my office this morning?
Ren Shanshan replied: Thank you, I don't need to change my bed
Lawyer: My friend, you haven't replied to my message. I think you may have some concerns. Let me recommend you to a public interest lawyer from a legal aid agency. She will provide you with free legal advice, litigation agency and other services.
Ren Shanshan replied: Thank you, no thanks, I found a solution
It was like reliving the night of mourning in which no one survived. Ren Shanshan once again covered the ray of light coming through the small hole with her own hands, and she took the initiative to welcome the endless darkness.
"Shanshan." The illusionist asked solemnly, "There are no fake people in the world. How did you die?"
Ren Shanshan smiled strangely: "You are wrong."
"The fake person is real, and it was the Swordsman who used the Holy Grail to stop her from coming to kill me seven days later. But I disobeyed the Swordsman's orders in order to kill Liu Tianyi, and he abandoned me."
The illusionist felt a little uneasy, but she insisted on her reasoning: "Pseudo-people don't exist. How did you die?"
Ren Shanshan stopped talking. She took the Memory Master to the scene where the super-powered detectives arrested her on the night of January 3, 2009.
The pseudo-human girl with a ridiculous smile on her face stood in the carriage transporting super-powered criminals, staring quietly at the memory master holding the ashes of yellow paper.
The next second, the fake person's face filled the illusionist's entire field of vision.
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