[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

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There are a lot less newcomers recently, is it my illusion?

I found that there are a lot of newcomers asking for help in the forum, does anyone know what's going on?

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I also feel that there are not as many cute new help posts on the forum as before.

I, I, I, I have something to say, I am responsible for guiding the new recruits. It can be an exaggeration to say that the number of new recruits has plummeted.

Trembling, is Shizheng going bankrupt?

Speaking of which, it’s been so leisurely lately. There aren’t many missions out there. Is it because of the current politics that the recruitment of new god judges has been reduced?

"Although I know that I am creating a miracle, I still can't help being amazed."

Researcher c said that in the display screen, mass-produced god-inspectors are continuously manufactured like assembly line products. The retrograde army that makes soldiers, they are on the weak side in terms of army numbers, now this problem has been completely solved.

Wherever the light goes, its existence is reflected. He thought, if the other party is not under his control, this existence can be compared to a virus.

Viruses, the researcher muttered, how could he think of this.

Due to the current political violence, the number of Fu Sangshen went straight back to the march, and he had an advantage in the battle situation.

And the previous actions traced back to the base camp of the retrograde army. Countless beehives sealed off that piece of time and space to clean up. After an overwhelming attack and siege, most of the active forces of the retrograde army were wiped out.

Only a small group of forces remained to abscond to the historical line.

It’s just that the historical line is also tightly guarded by the hive. Looking at time vertically and space horizontally, there are hives everywhere. They form an unbreakable line of defense and guard the world like an iron barrel.

The defeat of the retrograde army is a foregone conclusion.

The gods hired by Shizheng received fewer and fewer tasks, and they stayed in Honmaru with nothing to do all day long, panicking. They could not pry out the truth hidden under the increasingly peaceful life. Maybe some people faintly sensed that something was wrong, but Can't tell why.

This complete victory removed the sword of Damocles from Shizheng's head, and they no longer have to worry about the changing history quietly destroying their era.

Some people suggested that the hired gods should be diverted from this pill to other directions. Although there is no retrograde army, spiritual energy is an indispensable cross-generational energy, and the more the better.

Generally speaking, it is to develop a variety of game modes to guide the god judge to consume spiritual energy.

In addition, the disappearance of the retrograde army can moderately reduce the number of hives in time and space and reduce energy consumption.

The extra mass-produced minders can participate in all aspects of social production and maximize social productivity.

Everyone agrees that they are going to fly by leaps and bounds.

On the day when the retrograde army completely disappeared, all the god judges in the hive suddenly stopped, announcing that the retrograde army had completely disappeared and the task of maintaining history was completed.

Although the fusangshen at the crown and the root are not connected, the task of clearing up the retrograde army is deeply engraved in their thoughts and emotions. They are not in the same time, space and place, but they are stirring together.

Dark 231456 Honmaru.

When Tsurumaru Kuninaga heard the news, his eyes darkened.

On the way, I met Fu Sangshen from other Honmaru. Although I didn’t have a deep relationship with him, I still have a sense of fellowship. After greeting each other, Tsurumaru Kuni never casually asked, “Where is the judge?”

The other party pointed to the lounge, "There."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga walked towards the lounge, where interrogator No. 231456 was silently staring at the broken ball projector, motionless as if he had lost the signal.

When Tsurumaru entered, he locked the door with a "click", and the interrogator looked at him.

Tsurumaru said "Xinghe."

Tsurumaru didn't expect the so-called reunion of old friends to turn out like this.

At that time, he had just arrived at An 231456 Honmaru, and Anluo had a dark appearance. The inside of this pill was filled with black mist, and it was full of gloom. Any two Fusangshen could draw their swords to meet each other with just a little matter, which was somewhat different from what he expected Similar, yet somewhat dissimilar. He didn't think this was the punishment given by current affairs.

Until the new Fu Sangshen arrives, his old acquaintance, Xinghe.

He couldn't think of what happened to Xinghe that would make him look like this, his eyes lost emotion and nothing similar to what he remembered, he wanted to contact him a few times, but he noticed that there was a circle on top of Xinghe's head. The projector of the ball is also watching him, and the red light flashes and flashes as if recording.

Xinghe is under surveillance.

Tsurumaru lurked for a long time and finally found a chance to break the ball projector. On the day of defeating the retrograde army, I don't know how the political affairs will deal with them after this day, and I may never find another chance in the future.

"Xinghe." Tsurumaru said.

The other party's reaction was cold, it can be said that there was no reaction.

Tsurumaru tried a little bit, but 231456 still didn't reply.

Tsurumaru vaguely recalled that Xinghe had talked about his past, and he told what he knew, "Do you remember?"

"You always say there's nothing to remember, that these are boring pasts, but I know you can't forget them."

"These are your past, how can you forget yourself."

"drop"

The ball projector made a sound, and it floated into the air, "Oh, what happened?"

It keeps turning around Xinghe and Tsurumaru, "What's the matter, is there a little secret between you that I can't let me know?"

No. 231456 did not report to Yuanqiu, nor did he answer Tsurumaru, he opened the door and walked out, Yuanqiu also hurriedly followed, leaving Tsurumaru alone in the room.

Tsurumaru laughed at himself, he was the one who made a fool of himself, fantasized that what could be called love could break down all the shackles in the world, and let Xinghe pick up his own memory, but told him coldly and realistically that it was impossible.

It is more likely to go directly to the Political Center to rescue Xinghe.

He stopped in the house for a while, and suddenly saw a small imprint left by the window where Xinghe stayed. He leaned over and saw that it was a ""

It is left unconsciously on the fingertips.

The spherical projector continuously floated and rotated around number 231456, "231456, tell me what happened just now."

231456 did not answer.

The ball ran in front of 231456 and sent out a red ray, but was blocked by 231456. It was too late to send a signal to Shizheng.

After finishing all this, No. 231456 continued to walk forward like a normal person, then stopped suddenly, picked up the iron lump and put it in his pocket.

It tilted its head, and didn't seem to know why it did so.

In the ice coffin of the research center.

The new flow of light information mixed with the outflow of spiritual power, and the influx of new spiritual energy.

Everything is running in an orderly manner.

Xinghe stood blankly on the huge mirror, looking at the countless mirrors reflecting his past, just as a person looks upside down in a mirror, and the memory in the mirror goes in the completely opposite direction.

He looked at these memories quietly, as if he had lost the ability to think.

Until a long, long time, there came a voice, as fast as light, and as slow as light, slowly opened his heart, and overturned everything he saw. The memory should not be like this, and the memory cannot be changed.

He blinked, vaguely thinking that he didn't like to overthrow his past at will.

Those things were melted into the blood and flesh, and his spirit was born out of the flesh and blood.

To deny his memory is to deny his whole being.

He drew a question mark in the void.

Researcher C checked the operation of the ice coffin as usual. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and calculated when the replacement would arrive.

Suddenly the smooth lines on the monitor fluctuated epileptically, scaring the researcher C almost poked his eye in the eye, he quickly turned on the monitor, and saw layers of ice coffins like blooming ice flowers.

The experimental subject numbered 0 stood up while leaning on the side.

Researcher C moved the monitor again and again, trying to see clearly, and then he saw a pair of eyes, as transparent and pure as black glass.

Researcher c had sounded the alarm when the change occurred, but no one has come to deal with it until now. He pressed the alarm repeatedly, his palms were sweaty and wet, and he left a palm print on the table.

"Dong dong dong."

Someone knocked on the door, researcher C rushed over to open the door, his heart finally fell in his throat, and he thanked the unknown existence a thousand times.

Outside the door, the visitor had a pair of black glass-like eyes. Researcher C let go of the doorknob. Behind the visitor, countless guests who were exactly like him were quietly waiting and watching.

The moment he fell to the ground, researcher c suddenly heard what he said a long time ago, this existence is the same as a virus.

Shizheng was taken over by clones.

All of this happened in an instant, and the fluctuations were so small that the spiritual examiners living in the canopy were unaware of what happened.

Until one day they found that all current affairs staff had been replaced by 15-year-old boys who looked exactly the same, wearing familiar uniforms, with appearance and temperament like ice and snow, sitting quietly behind the desk to send them tasks and answer questions. Someone asked him, "Little brother, where are the original staff?"

The boy smiled at her, and she was overwhelmed by the smile, forgetting her purpose.

Before leaving, he still asked how to contact him next time he came here for business. The young man pointed to the number on his chest, "247".

The judge silently read this series of numbers, and the simple number also made her feel happy.