Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1663 Correct memory

The days passed day by day in peace.

Of course, there is no day and night in the memoir warehouse, and memories may not flow according to 24 hours. Ah Quan can only judge through an electronic watch showing AM/PM; sleep in.The copy creature doesn't need to sleep, and can't sleep, so he imagines all kinds of dreams he might have in his mind.

But the three living people—let's say they were all living people—were different from him. They spent half the time in their respective rooms, sleeping behind closed doors.

Ah Quan was a little worried about their conspiracy, he felt embarrassed to go to Lin Sanjiu's room, so he went to see Ji Shanqing and Yu Yuan, only to find that they were indeed sleeping, and their sleeping appearances were not very good.When they woke up, they didn't seem in any rush to leave and seemed to be enjoying the resort.

It's not very coherent with their previous attitude, it's kind of weird.

But... What if, let's just say, they change their minds and are willing to stay for the elderly?

Ah Quan resisted the urge to send them new memoirs to keep them fresh.

Counting from the day when the snow-white spaceship suddenly broke through the warehouse barrier and fell in, exactly one month later, a new evolutionary was sent into the copy.

Like every evolved person sent in in the past, this plain and serious brown-skinned woman is definitely not an ordinary person.

Ah Quan has discovered this a long time ago: people who are sent to castrate and tamper with their memories all have certain strengths or abilities that cannot be ignored.Take the owner of the memoirs that Lin Sanjiu and his group experienced, Wu Yiliu's brain reaction is first-rate; Xie Feng is extremely talented in fighting and killing; He has a deep and wide understanding of the strange and mutated commercial operation network in the doomsday world.

He sat on a stack of bricks, holding the teacup in his hand, and glanced at the woman walking towards him at the end of the alley.

Ah Quan actually didn't hate the dungeon being activated.This is the only chance for him to "open his eyes" and see the surrounding environment and people; each copy will be activated in a different place—it seems to be in the twelve realms—so he looks forward to it every time.

The people who were sent into the dungeon, after being read by him, seemed to have become familiar and close friends; but every time they just met, it was time to say goodbye to them forever.

Even if there is a chance to meet again next time, it will not be the same person anymore.

Like most evolutionists, this brown-skinned woman didn't realize that the idle man sitting in this alley drinking tea, a popular level evolutionist who can be seen everywhere in the twelve worlds, is a duplicate.

In fact, as early as the moment she saw Ah Quan, she was already in the dungeon, but she didn't know it yet.

With a little precaution, the woman quickly glanced at Ah Quan when she walked in front of him.

Ah Quan raised his head and gave her a very friendly smile.

"I...do I know you?" She suddenly stopped, frowning, with doubts floating on her face.Her skills are good, so she is much calmer than the average low-level evolutionary who looks like a rabbit. "I seem to have seen you somewhere."

This is the first step, which means that the edge between memory and fact has been blurred.

Ah Quan has done everything that will follow many times, and he is already familiar with it by heart.

You see, everyone is shaped into who they are today by countless experiences.Some experiences are of great importance and have decisive significance for what kind of person a person eventually becomes; some experiences are ordinary, trivial, continuous and stable, and subtly shape a person's character background.

No matter what it is, Ah Quan can put his hand in.When the experience in a person's memory changes qualitatively, the person himself is also quietly changed.

For example, a person who thinks he has been bullied in school since he was a child and a person who remembers that he has been bullying others are of course completely different in character.A child who is loved and raised, when he thinks no one wants him to exist, can show two completely different personalities within 10 minutes.

"When I was 12..." said the brown-skinned woman, with an almost dazed look, "I was separated from my mother. They took my mother away."

Ah Quan put one hand on hers, shook his head, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "You don't need to say it, I know it all."

The woman nodded, her lips trembling.The original appearance of a cold, serious and capable adult woman suddenly melted away, and gradually revealed the look of a little girl who was holding back her tears when she was wronged.

In the trembling silence, Ah Quan sighed.

This is the most important experience that formed the foundation of her character, and cultivated a trait that determined most of her fate-it was an almost paranoid, unlovable rather than surrender, no wonder she was sent to her own hands come up.

It is not difficult to change her memory.There is no need to drastically edit and edit, and Ah Quan’s ability cannot do it—it is impossible for him to make a beggar think that he was a queen in the past—just need to cut out some details, blur some impressions, forget something that should be forgotten, and add a little bit. For those that didn't exist before, put on a crown and wear them again, and the "correct memory" will be completed.

In the present example, the last words of the brown-skinned woman's mother when she parted with her were changed to a very different content; after the mother and daughter parted, there were several additional phone calls that never existed.

With just a little change, she would hate the mother who risked her life to protect her daughter.

Watching the brown-skinned woman walk out of the alley, Ah Quan stood there blankly, stunned for a while.It was a crime, of course, an indefensible crime, and he could do so little to atone - not even "raise the gun an inch".

What was the point of the original memory backup he had tried his best to keep if it could never return to the master's mind?

Ah Quan didn't want to think about it deeply, because he knew very well that he was a weak person in character.He sat down on a pile of bricks with his teacup in his arms, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he would be back at his fruit stand as he had done so many times before.The original memory backed up in his teacup will be carefully poured into a blank container by him, forming a memoir belonging to a brown-skinned woman.

At least, that's what Ah Quan thought would happen.

This time when he opened his eyes, he was indeed back in the fruit stand - but he was not alone.

In front of him, Lin Sanjiu was crossing his arms, bending over to observe his expression.

　The memoirs of World War II are so long, I feel like I read them every day for a while, and I only ate 9% of them now.It may be that when I watched it, I had too many feelings and associations...

　
(End of this chapter)