Starting from you are my glory

"This location."

Following Wu Jia's guidance, Wei Zhengrong drove from the old bus station Internet cafe and gradually arrived at a strange but inexplicably familiar place.

"Why do I seem to have been here before?"

"But I don't seem to remember."

"The old city 11 years ago." Wu Jia waited for the car to stop, then came to a teahouse and pointed to the closed rolling shutter door, "This is the facade I just built."

"When the money for writing code arrives in a few days, I will prepare to decorate."

old Town? !

Wei Zhengrong's eyes began to wander again, and he ignored Wu Jia's narration next to him. Instead, he stood on the spot and slowly rotated his body to allow himself to observe the place 360 ​​degrees.

Eleven years ago, three homicides, plus two indirect deaths, all lay in this area.

I haven’t been here for 11 years. I didn’t expect the changes to be so drastic, so big that I couldn’t even recognize them!

The streets are tidy, and the bright sunshine can shine directly on every store facing the street without any obstruction. It is completely different from the one 11 years ago where it was so hard to ride a bicycle and it was pitch dark at night.

"The entire renovation will take about a month."

Wu Jia's introduction voice here gradually became lower and dissipated, which also brought Wei Zhengrong back to his senses.

"Wu Jia."

"Why did you choose this place?"

Choosing a place to open a store so close to the serial murder case of that year would seem problematic no matter how you think about it.

"There." Wu Jia did not answer Wei Zhengrong's question directly. Instead, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the west: "The location of the old cinema."

"Now it has been bulldozed and built into residential areas."

"And my mother." Wei Zhengrong looked along the direction of Wu Jia's hand and could only see rows of towering buildings. Where could there be any remnants of the theaters from those days?

"On that snowy night 11 years ago, she was lying on this street."

"Life lost."

"Wu Jia..." Wei Zhengrong couldn't help but think about that day, when he ran to death, and rushed to the emergency room of Nanda Hospital. The emergency lights were extinguished and Zhang Shanshan was wailing outside the door.

And the one who held Zhang Shanshan in his arms and looked at him with a gloomy and emotionless face, Zhang Sicheng!

"I just want to be closer to my mother." Tears quickly slid down my cheeks. In the blink of an eye, I could only see two faint traces of water against the light, silent proof of the tears just now.

"I can't go back to that place."

Wei Zhengrong knew that the place Wu Jiakou mentioned was Zhang Sicheng's devil's cave where he had lived until now and endured 11 years of torture and pain.

Of course I can’t go back!

“This is the closest I can find and the most likely place to hear my mother’s voice.”

Wei Zhengrong didn't know what to say, or whether he should stand here.

Perhaps, the listening in Wu Jia's mouth refers to Bai Xiaofu's mumbling to herself on her deathbed after she was hit. It could also be something else, but it has nothing to do with the current Wei Zhengrong.

"It's okay." Wu Jia smiled, "Actually, the Nanda doctor asked me to get the medicine myself."

"I can probably guess what he wants to say to you."

"Wu Jia!" Wei Zhengrong interrupted him eagerly, "You have a good location. Please finish the decoration as soon as possible. Then we will all come to celebrate your opening of the store!"

"Don't think about anything else!"

"You must listen to the doctor's orders. If you can't take the medicine, don't take it. I will accompany you to the hospital on time every week for psychological counseling!"

"This is my number." With trembling hands, Wei Zhengrong returned to the passenger seat of the car and grabbed a ballpoint pen and a soft-sided copybook from inside. It was the account book he usually used to register when he helped his wife purchase goods. He flipped through it at random. handwriting on a page.

He vigorously wrote down his mobile phone number, tore off the entire page and stuffed it into Wu Jia's hand.

"Hear me out."

"No matter what happened."

"You have to call me as soon as possible!"

"Although you are alone now, you are no longer fighting alone!"

"I think your mother also really wants to see you live a happy life in the future!"

"Promise me, okay?!"

The last rhetorical question was mixed with Wei Zhengrong's prayer. Wei Zhengrong, who has been stubborn for so many years, never explained even if he was suffering in his heart. Wei Zhengrong, who was carrying it alone, faced Wu Jia, a 20-year-old The young man used a pleading tone for the first time.

He didn't want Wu Jia to live alone like this anymore, let alone that he couldn't survive!

This is Bai Xiaofu's son, the last direct bloodline of her existence in this world, the continuation of her unfinished life, and the rebirth of her dissipated soul!

Faced with Wei Zhengrong's prayer, Wu Jia did not answer, just hesitated, then folded the piece of paper with the mobile phone number in his hand and put it into his pocket.

"well."

Just as he was about to say something else, his cell phone rang. It was Lu Xingzhi.

Inform him to come to the bureau as soon as possible. Some files involving 11 years ago require Wei Zhengrong's signature and confirmation.

"Go and do your work." Without giving Wei Zhengrong a chance to say more, Wu Jia turned around and said, "I'll take a look and plan the subsequent decorations."

"That's good." The sun is in the sky, and although the streets with people coming and going are noisy, it is also a symbol and expression of life.

Wei Zhengrong got into the car and just started it when he suddenly heard something that seemed like he was talking to himself but clearly reached his ears.

"If I can't hold on any longer."

"Do not hesitate."

"If you shoot, the end is also my salvation."

Then, before Wei Zhengrong could react, Wu Jia used the key to open the rolling shutter door and walked inside.

Outside the rolling shutter door, there is light, hope, and vitality.

Inside the rolling shutter door, there is darkness, confusion, and unpredictability.

How difficult it is! Listening to the sound of Wei Zhengrong's car leaving outside, Wu Jia loosened his clenched fists, and his nails dug deeply into his flesh, squeezing out a few traces of blood.

No normal person can bear this damn state!

Moreover, I have obviously reported Zhang Sicheng and verified it. Why is there no reminder that the task has been completed?

"system!"

"Ding!"

"Is there any task completion progress that I can check?"

"Ding, the system does not have this function."

"Gan!" Wu Jia poked his temple with his finger in pain, "When will this mission end?!"

"Ding!"

"The host needs to explore the experiences and memories of Zhang Shanshan (Wu Jia) on his own, and then make the character's life complete through the host's subjective judgment."

Saying it means not saying it!

The increasingly painful head made Wu Jia feel dizzy, but he was afraid that other problems that he could not control would arise after fainting, so he had to support the wall with his hands to barely keep himself standing.

"system!"

"I want to buy the primary skill, Mechanical Emotions!"

Although that skill will allow you to appear as a second personality faster, it is still better than being unable to bear it and directly turning into a black person. It is the lesser of two evils. Hesitation will only lead to defeat!

"Ding!"

"Due to previous host complaints, this skill has been forcibly removed from the shelves by the system and cannot be purchased!"

Gan? ! Do you want to look at what you said and did?

"I'm just complaining. You can improve based on my complaint. There's no need to be so cruel. Just take it off the shelves and prevent you from buying it!"

"Ding, the system background settings cannot be changed."

Depend on! Where is your backstage? Tell me, don't you think I'll turn your backstage into art!

Gan, what art? It's time to die, it's time to come out!

If anyone came in now, they would definitely be frightened by Wu Jia's current state.

His face was flushed, and veins spread from his neck to his head. His hands, which were bloodless due to too much force, were wrapped around his head in the shape of claws, giving him a strange sense of opposition.

"Is there any skill I can use now?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Find it for me!!!"

Wu Jia had an intuition that if things continued like this, either his darkened self would appear, or he would kill himself because the confrontation was too fierce.

These two results are not what Wu Jia wants!

"Ding! Orientation skills are being screened..."

"Choose the applicable primary skills and second personality. Will the host purchase and use them?"

"Buy and use!"

Wu Jia, who was about to fall into coma, completely ignored what the system said and just answered mechanically. Then, after the system confirmed it, a strange feeling instantly filled Wu Jia's body.

It was a feeling similar to pregnancy. Forgive that Wu Jia had never given birth to a child, neither in the main world nor in the two TV series worlds. But as soon as this feeling appeared, he subconsciously judged it to be pregnancy.

A soul with the same origin as myself is gestating and growing on the back of my own soul.

The nutrient for growth is the darkness that Wu Jia could not avoid before!

Gan! What's going on! ! !

Wu Jiaren was numb. Wasn't he working so hard to suppress it just to prevent himself from turning black and falling into darkness?

What the hell is this special meow’s skill? Good guys are determined to join if they can't beat them, right? Directly using darkness as nourishment to grow, wouldn't the first thing you do when you grow up be destroy me? !

"Ding!"

"The primary skill, the second personality, can absorb the negative energy and emotions that disrupt the host's normal life in the host's body, turn it into his own nutrients, and eventually become a second independent personality."

"Note, the second personality does not enjoy system services and cannot replace the main personality, but it can use thoughts and emotions to influence the main personality. In the primary skill state, the impact is greater, but the scope of influence is controllable and will not violate the host's subjective wishes."

This note looks pretty good.

While looking at the system introduction, Wu Jia was also feeling his own situation.

How should I put it, my mind is clear, my thinking is flexible, and my originally dark and stressful psychology seems to have been cleansed.

it is good!

Better than ever!

This skill is awesome!

Just when Wu Jia was about to praise the system for its foresight, another note popped up in his mind.

"When the host is in a coma or has severe mood swings, which may affect the continuation of the host's life, the second personality will temporarily replace the main personality until the main personality regains its autonomous consciousness."

"In addition, the coma state refers to the situation where the person cannot wake up for twelve consecutive hours."

I knew how it was possible for someone with just a perfect basic skill to be so awesome. It turns out there are so many things to pay attention to!

But it's okay. After reading it carefully a few times, Wu Jia nodded. Compared with the current effect, the side effects are still acceptable.

Well now.

Wu Jia stood up straight, stretched comfortably, and looked around.

Let’s see how to decorate!

If nothing else happens, this will be the place where I will live before the end of this film and television world, so I can’t be careless!