This villain, please exercise some restraint.

This is the game world, a world where no matter what happens, you will not be harmed... a world where a player can live out his or her own world based on his or her own expectations.

Qingxu looked at his dirty hands again, took a deep breath, and then exhaled very slowly, as if this would help him get rid of the depression in his chest.

There is no pressure from the real world, no need to face various demands, and no coercion... If he wants, he can become a happy person, a person who no longer works mechanically, a person... who dispels the darkness in other people's lives.

Even, a person who brought the light that was supposed to come back to its original track——

The head seemed a little heavy, accompanied by some non-physiological pain. This feeling was so contradictory, but Qingxu felt it at this moment.

Or rather, I felt it a long time ago.

It was a kind of psychological pain caused by thinking about certain things. The pain was not in his body, but his heart was still beating and he felt it deeply.

I have had this feeling before, maybe, no, or in the future, I will always have this feeling.

With a slightly tired smile, Qingxu took out alcohol wipes from the space backpack and carefully wiped every stain on his hands clean.

He wiped it vigorously and meticulously, over and over again, but his expression was filled with an unnecessary solemnity and seriousness that was difficult to conceal.

The boy with short white hair was standing a few steps away, watching with interest, as if this was something quite novel.

"Aren't you leaving? Although I am not on the same side as the 'justice' you mentioned, if what you said is true, if this so-called seal brought by the 'world' is not that strong, then maybe he will hurt you like before."

After wiping his hands completely clean, Qingxu put away the tissue, raised his head, looked at the white-haired boy standing not far away, and asked.

"I think you should pay more attention to yourself. If a person loses control over his own body, I think it would be quite scary... What do you think?"

Shi Si did not directly answer Qing Xu's question. On the contrary, he asked a question that he really found quite confusing.

Qingxu was stunned for a moment, then smiled, but this smile was a little tired: "To be honest, I really hope there will be such a being who can control my body and help me complete the work that I have to do."

"As for the control over the body, is there any need for it to exist? If my body is really a machine that can automatically perform delicate operations, and any existence that enters it can play the role it is supposed to play, then -"

The young man paused, and smiled a little weakly, but also a little indifferently: "Then I hope there is such a being that can enter my body and let my spirit rest."

"If possible, I really hope it is eternal rest."

This statement sounded a bit negative, but... Shi Si looked into the young man's eyes - but he still saw a glimmer of light in Qingxu's seemingly lifeless eyes.

The faint light seemed to be about to go out, but it gave Shi Si the illusion that... it would never go out.

The boy with short white hair blinked. Was it an illusion?

"Is that what you think? What if the existence you are talking about is 'justice'? The existence that took control of your body not long ago, hurt others, and even hurt your body."

Shi Si asked this question.

This question obviously stumped the young man in front of him. He pondered for a long time before slowly giving the answer.

"'Justice'... eh? Can justice also be personified?... I don't know why, but I seem to have an inexplicable fondness for the word 'justice'. If that existence is really 'justice', I think... I will let it control my body."

This answer was indeed somewhat beyond Shi Si's expectations, or rather, Qingxu, his words, and his behavior all made him feel... a little surprised.

"……Why?"

Shi Si asked further, he didn't think a normal person would give such an answer.

"..."

The young man closed his eyes and remained silent for a few breaths, but when he opened his eyes, he gave an answer that Shi Si did not expect.

"Because... I am a righteous... guide."

His voice was not loud, but it was very firm.

"If justice really comes, it means that I, as a guide, have played a role. Isn't it that what I need to do is to let 'justice' fall where it should fall?"

"Justice has lost its way, so I need to do my part to guide it. Justice has finally arrived, so I should be happy, right?"

"As for this body, as long as justice can truly come, my body, my body...what does it matter?"

Shi Si noticed that when the young man said these words, his lifeless eyes flashed with pure brilliance for a moment.

It looked like his lifelong wish had come true.

"..."

Shi Si fell silent.

He suddenly couldn't understand what the young man in front of him was thinking. Or rather, he could understand what the young man wanted to express, but... he didn't understand why the young man in front of him seemed to become a different person when he mentioned the word "justice".

Is there anything else in this world that can cause such huge emotional fluctuations in people?

Even if the 'world' that helped him seal 'justice' was going to die the next moment - he thought, he wouldn't have any big emotional fluctuations.

Shi Si looked at his hands, empty, just like his mind and his heart.

He only vaguely remembered that before he met the 'world', the young man in front of him was chasing him madly and... hurting him.

He thought this was 'justice'.

But the 'world' says that he is not, he is a human being, a player, a victim, but he cannot be said to be 'just'.

He has his own name, and the 'justice' that hurt him is just an existence...disguised as his shell.

And in his memory, 'Justice' hurt him with a sharp syringe and a cold smile.

The white-haired boy stretched out his hand and covered where his heart was. Under the flesh and blood, he could feel his heart beating regularly.

Neither slow nor slow, neither anxious nor impatient, follow the steps, from beginning to end.

Should I be afraid? It seems that in my memory, when I faced "justice", I had no other ability except running away, and could only be slaughtered.

But why don’t I feel any fear?