Why is Miyashiki-sama like that?

Fyodor took a step forward and stepped into an exquisite wooden pavilion.

His up, down, front, back, left, and right sides are full of upside-down walls, stairs and sliding doors. These elements are combined to form a stacked Japanese-style room. Warm-toned light shines everywhere, reflecting a twisted and vast infinite space.

"Infinite City?" Fyodor walked forward on a floating corridor while looking around, "It's really a beautiful place."

"Bang—" the sound of a plectrum plucking the pipa.

Fyodor's eyes blurred, and he found that he had changed his position in an instant, and his feet turned into a square platform made of wooden boards. There was another platform almost one meter away in front of him, on which bamboo mats were laid out to the end of his sight.

On the bamboo mat sat a woman in a black kimono holding a pipa, her long, smooth hair drooping down, covering her eyes.

Behind the woman stood two closed sliding doors abruptly.

Fyodor stared at the sliding door with interest for a while: "Onimai Tsuji is hiding behind the door, isn't it?"

The woman didn't speak, she remained silent, like a statue.

"Please don't be so nervous, you know, I came here personally to help you and fulfill your wish."

As Fyodor said, he walked to the edge of the platform, then leaped forward vigorously, onto another platform where the woman was, and the soles of his shoes rubbed a little on the bamboo mat.

The woman moved her fingers subconsciously, but in the end she didn't pluck the strings.

Fyodor smiled apologetically: "The shoes are constantly walking on the ground, and there will always be stains, don't you mind?"

The woman shook her head slightly.

"Do you like the pipa? This is an instrument that suits you very well. The music is always so beautiful and moving. It contains beauty that ordinary people cannot understand. It is a great enjoyment for cultivating sentiment. I like the cello, which can produce melodious timbre. "

Fyodor walked up to the woman slowly, with a calm attitude as if he was treating a close friend.

"Excuse me, Naruto, I need to confirm the information again:

"Gimai Tsuji Mumi suddenly suffered an unknown mental attack on the night of the death of the last string, and disintegrated into an ever-expanding mass of flesh.

"When the supposedly infinite Infinite City was about to be completely swallowed up, a mysterious man named Xu took the initiative to walk into those pieces of meat.

"Afterwards, Ghost Dance Tsuji regained its human form, but closed its eyes and was unconscious. You don't know what state it is in. You only know that the curse in your body shows no sign of weakening, and you don't have any induction.

"Besides, Xu disappeared, and you speculate that Xu has completely integrated into Onimai Tsuji's body.

"Is that all you know?"

The woman nodded slowly.

"No ghosts know about this except you, do they?"

The woman nodded again.

Fyodor bent down and looked at the woman tenderly. It was a compassionate expression, tinged with the brilliance of divinity.

"Are you scared? If Ghost Mai Tsuji wakes up at this time, you will definitely be punished with the cruelest punishment. Please rest assured, I will not let that happen."

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the top of the woman's head.

"You will find the happiness and redemption you most desire, I promise you."

Blood splattered, ashes scattered, and the lost pipa fell on the bamboo mat.

Fyodor carefully wiped off the blood on his fingertips, then raised his head and looked around again.

Losing the blessing of blood ghost art, the Infinite City, which was as beautiful as delicate building blocks, has disappeared. He appeared in a strange empty mansion, and in front of him was the sliding door that Naruto had blocked behind.

He raised his hand and bit his nails a little bit, reconfirmed the plan in his mind, felt that there was no problem, and then gently opened the sliding door.

-

Zhenxiang changed into a boy's attire, left Sakunosuke's manuscript at "Wisteria Literature", and left Yokohama after explaining the publication and other matters.

Jinhyang celebrated her 14th birthday on the way to the Juhe conference venue.

The weather was so ordinary that day, Zhenxiang and the system were unaware of it, until Zhenxiang suddenly heard the blessings from her parents from the mouth of the crow, and fell into a huge shock. Late fading.

[Fuck!Today is my birthday?Can't remember at all!You don't even remember the system! ]

The system is very guilty: [Uh... birthday is not important, you see, I never celebrate my birthday. ]

[You don't have a birthday because you have no memory of the past and don't know your birthday.If you regain your memory, I will definitely celebrate your birthday every year. ]

When Zhenxiang said this, the system immediately felt guilty: [Then I wrote it down this time, and I will definitely not forget it again. ]

[So, the system, do you want to restore the memory? ]

[It's all right, I don't feel anything.It doesn't matter whether it is restored or not, I can do it. ]

[So casual, system, if one day you really have a chance to restore your memory, I personally hope that you will choose to restore it without hesitation, because I really want to celebrate your birthday. ] Zhenxiang said seriously.

The system was silent for a while.It suddenly felt very touched, it was great to be able to bind such a host, and it even hoped that the traitor mission would never be completed, so that it would never have to say goodbye to the host.

No no no!What outrageous things is it thinking about?

Seeing that the system was silent for a long time, Zhenxiang sighed: [If you don't agree, forget it. ]

[No no, I agree. ]

[Really agree? ]

[I really agree. ]

[well. ] Zhenxiang sighed again.

The system finds it incomprehensible: [I agree, why are you sighing? ]

[I just suddenly thought, why did I only celebrate my 14th birthday? ] Zhenxiang is very depressed, [This is too small, if this is not suddenly reminded today, who would remember this setting?I almost thought I was eighteen. ]

[Is there anything wrong with being young? ] The system said it didn't understand very well.

[Of course not! ]

Zhenxiang is so sad.It's only been a year since I took office, and the ghost is almost dead. After so many things, someone else should have had it for decades. What happened in reality?Only grew to a mere 14 years old.

It's a shame that the physical age cannot grow at the same time as the psychological age. When can we consider having sex?Can she fast-forward her own life?

[Zhenxiang? ] The system feels that Zhenxiang's expression is a bit wrong, and I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, I feel that I must interrupt, otherwise the river crab monster will fly over.

Zhenxiang looked up at the sky and forced the tears back into her eyes: [I'm fine, I'm fine, let's find a noodle stall and have a bowl of longevity noodles. ]

Therefore, Zhenxiang spent her 14th birthday in front of a bowl of hot noodles. She made a wish to herself, hoping that she would live forever and never die.

Because of this wish, she felt that she was especially like an ancient emperor, who was pursuing the magic of immortality wholeheartedly.

The difference is that she didn't pin her hope on finding overseas immortal islands, but on the system's unwavering commitment to her.Although a bit humble, the system is already the only hope she can grasp, and it is the only method she can choose at present.

Man, she only cares about gains and losses when she has no more choices. If she can be more awesome and have a few more alternatives, she won't be in the mood to spend her birthday like this, full of calculations every day, full of lies, and live Become what you hate.

So I envy the green tea whore with a bunch of spare tires the most, how chic will my life be in those days?

[System, let me ask you a question, do you guys have a supervisory program when you are a system?That is, if the system violates any regulations, it will be formatted and so on. ]

The system is happy: [I have heard that the host is punished by the system in a fancy way, but I have never heard of the system having problems. ]

[What if the system is kidnapped?Will there be a master control center that manages all systems, and if it is detected that the system has been kidnapped, it will be destroyed remotely, or a rescue force will be dispatched? ]

[Zhenxiang...] The system paused for two seconds, [You have a good brain, I don't think it's a problem to hold up a million-word novel, what stories are you going to fill in? ]

[I'm not kidding, I'm really asking you a question. ]

The system had no choice but to answer seriously: [The remote control, self-destruct program, and detection and tracking you mentioned are all absent.The main control center you imagined is actually only a system manufacturing plant, and all the manufactured systems are released.The system wanders in various worlds and universes by itself, and selects the host to complete the task. ]

[Do the systems not help each other? ]

[The systems are all exclusive, but there is no warm saying of helping each other, and avoiding each other means being friendly.So if a system is really kidnapped like Zhenxiang you said, you can only accept your fate. ]

[It seems that the world of your system is quite cold. ] Zhenxiang sighed without emotion, [Then when the host completes all the tasks and the system retires, what will happen to the system afterwards?Looking for a place to retire?Or factory refurbishment? ]

[I don't know about other systems, one like mine will die. ]

[what? ]

[Surprised what?This is not a sudden death. This kind of perfect death is a happy and sad way in human society. ]

[No, I don’t think it’s a sudden death.What I want to know is that when the system leaves the factory, it is dedicated to completing the task, and if the struggle is successful, it will die. What is the point of this? ]

The system asked back: [Then human beings are doomed to die, so what's the point of human efforts? ]

Zhenxiang shook her head again and again: [Humans just don't have a choice, if they can not die, everyone can choose not to die, does the system have no pursuit of life at all? ]

[do you know?A system often spends hundreds of thousands of years wandering in various worlds and universes just to find a suitable host.So the system has no choice. If you can bind the host in one second to complete the task, everyone will choose to bind the host in one second to complete the task. ]

Zhenxiang understood. This is the difference in values ​​between humans and the system. Humans pursue a good life, while the system pursues tasks.

[But [Traitor System] You are different. You said that before you became a system, there was another past. Maybe you were a human being before. ]

The system felt that there was something in Zhenxiang's words: [What do you want to say, Zhenxiang?Please make it clear, I don't understand. ]

Zhenxiang smiled softly: [I just chat with you casually, because I want to know more about you, why do you think so complicated? ]

[Because Zhenxiang, you are usually very complicated. ]

[Then I will try to be as simple as possible in front of you from now on. ]

[after?How long is the future? ]

Zhenxiang thought for a while, and said uncertainly: [One year later? ]

[Hey, so unsure, you really are just talking. ]