The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Sisley: Tactical throat clearing.

...Since it is a vest, it is also her own good luck to round it up.

"Let me confirm again." She asked silently in the thinking space, "As long as I collect all the memory fragments and run the lucky track, can this space-time rift be resolved?"

【Yes, it is. 】

The system is bouncing around very happily.

[10/10 memory fragments are enough for the system to collect the energy needed to close this space-time rift. 】

Sisley: OK.

The synchronization of Livia's vest rose again, the little red-haired girl tilted her head slightly, took off the rings from her hair one by one, and put them back on her white and tender fingers.

Unlike the ruler of hell——Abadon—who has enough energy and spells, and has a collection of bad tastes, the obsidian ring itself is equivalent to a power II buff, and Sisley can also tear the iron railing with the shell of a natural mage. It is with the help of this 20% bonus.

In some special moments, such small props can always come in handy.

When she tidied up, there was another little one as beautiful as a fugitive custom-made doll.

"Memory Fragment, have you read it?"

The blood coagulated in the palm of his hand, Captain America silently gave a flamboyant gold thread handkerchief in his pocket, Sisley accepted it unceremoniously, wrapped her fingers, turned to Hawkeye, and asked succinctly.

"...read it."

Clint didn't seem to be able to recover from the large amount of magical information. He looked confused, but subconsciously grasped the memory fragments in his palm.

Sisley: Give me Kangkang (shock)

She sighed silently in her heart, feeling quite sad that social animals were forced to work, and the system was the landlord who was waving a small leather whip behind her, although he was an unexpectedly kind landlord who also lent surplus food...

【Is the player Sisley speaking ill of the system? 】

The system saw through Sisley's absent-mindedness very keenly, and bounced dissatisfiedly in her mind.

【no. 】

Sisley shook her head perfunctorily, showing a small business smirk.

All the gags that were unified by one person happened in an instant in the mind, and it was difficult for even Natasha to notice what was wrong, let alone Captain America and Hawkeye.

Livia's bleeding had stopped, but there was still a lot of it on the handkerchief.

Sisley stretched out her hand a little, and touched the memory fragments exposed between Hawkeye's fingers.

In the next second, brown smoke rushed in front of her eyes.

Almost subconsciously, Sisley immediately closed her eyes and opened them again.

The intact and exquisite castle rises from the ground, like a rickety paper painting, colorful flowers bloom in the garden, and the air is filled with the intoxicating aroma of wine.

At this moment, the world turns back to the past time, and this place is still a gorgeous palace full of living people.

Not far away, a marble statue just finished spraying water, looking down at her haughtily.

Sisley: ...?

Even from Livia's perspective, her position at this time is too low, five years old, no more——

"What are you looking at?"

A soft female voice fell into the ear, and when Sisley subconsciously raised her hands, a pair of female hands gently stretched out, bringing hallucinatory warmth.

The young lady bowed her head and took her hand.

She squatted down—this Sisley saw her whole picture clearly.

The lady had smooth blond hair, beautiful lips, and a string of small, dainty pearls at her neck, and not even a bouquet of flowers.

"Are you looking at that rose again, sweetheart?"

Sisley didn't speak, and Madam didn't wait for her answer.

"Don't cry over a rose, your mother won't be happy."

Madam whispered kindly next to her ear, then took Sisley's hands, and kissed the back of her hands again and again.

The world in the memory fragments is covered with a layer of light brown, like wet film left in the attic, frame by frame is generated in front of Sisley's eyes.

She was from the first-person perspective, unable to accurately identify her own appearance, but as her hands pulled out over time, the direction of bones, veins and skin color made Sisley quickly realize that this memory fragment probably belonged to a man .

Sisley: ... (unspeakable)

This is the first time for Sisley to experience this kind of completely dramatic dungeon after splitting out the virtual body business and putting on the vest business.

This crack in time and space almost stays on the timeline of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, which sounds like a fairy tale.

The king asked the queen's father to marry his most beautiful daughter, and three years and a month later, the queen gave birth to the only little prince in the kingdom.

It's a pity that the former girl and the current queen can't care more about this little life that has tortured her for ten months than the king.

The queen prefers colorful flowers, the world's top bands, and the world's most mellow wine.

The little prince was brought up from "little" by the noble women who served in the palace, and he liked to explore around the garden after class.

The only consolation for those who took care of him was that since seeing a particular rose in the garden, the little prince stopped playing wildly, but always came to stare at the rose petals intently.

The noble lady tried to persuade him, but it didn't work. The little prince still went his own way, and no one noticed that he was occasionally unusual.

Such days lasted for more than a year, until one day, the noble lady no longer appeared in front of the little prince.

From then on, all he owned was roses.

Sisley: ………

......... It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it.

The little prince himself didn't seem to know anything. He didn't understand why the lady with a nice fragrance and a slender neck suddenly didn't come.

But in his constantly surging memories, Sisley, who was both an experiencer and a bystander, was not so easy to deceive.

The lady who was originally an aristocratic woman no longer even stepped into the palace, which is enough to explain a problem.

Either the whole country has undergone a huge purge, or the lady has passed away.

[The past cannot be changed. 】

When Sisley entered from the very beginning of the memory fragment for the tenth time, tried to break through the second level, returned to the lady before she resigned, and was sent back to the original point of the level, the game system suddenly went online, and a friendly reminder was in progress.

"I know, I just have a faint bad feeling,"

Sisley rubbed her temples and said softly.

"And it turns out that every time I have a bad hunch, 99.9 percent of the time, the bad hunch comes true."

Time flies day by day, so fast that even Xisli, who is in good condition, can't react in time, so she can only rely on her brain to forcefully expand the inappropriate parts into her brain.

Everything in the beige memory fragments is blurred, and the child's attention is already very scattered, and he only pays more attention to the rose.

Sisley was imprisoned in this boy's body, and was forced to watch him go through ten years of growing up at a rapid pace, watching him become more and more restrained, his mental state became more and more melancholy, and the sketches about roses in the drawing book became more and more complicated. Come thicker.

And looked at him... and started talking with Rose.

When this happened for the first time, Sisley looked stunned.

Sisley: What did you do? ! ?

She liked roses, and Mephisto liked roses, but no Sisley would chat with a rose.

"Hello,"

Sisley heard the slightly trembling voice of the little prince coming out of her opening and closing lips.

"Are you a rose? What kind of rose are you? Are you my rose?"

"Go away."

This is Rose's reply to him.

Sisley: *Pain Mask*

Sisley: I want to escape, but I can't escape.jpg

The little prince liked roses very much, and the king was willing to fulfill all his wishes, not to mention that the queen had no objection to pulling out all the colorful flowers in a garden and replacing them with roses.

So the little prince persevered in chatting with the roses, day and night. The queen once mentioned that she would shovel away all these roses after she got tired of looking at them, but soon, she felt that the roses in the garden were a symbol of dignity.

"........."

After being summoned to the queen's palace, she was kicked out five minutes later, with the reason that "you disturbed my breathing", Sisley had nothing to say.

She can't change a thing, and the wheel of history is moving towards the remaining ruins of real life, and it's exactly that.

The queen's special liking immediately caused the price of roses to rise rapidly.

First the steadfast white roses, then the hot red roses, and then the gentle yellow roses, the market price of roses is getting higher and higher, everyone is buying roses, everyone is buying roses, at this moment, All roses are really worth money.

Now the maids can no longer pick a rose from the flower bed casually, otherwise they will face a whip.

And in the No.20 time, I was scolded by Rose for "go away", the No. 20 time was asked by Rose, "Are you busy, why do you say hello to me every day", and in the No. 20 time, "Yes, it's you, I'm not in the mood today", the little prince finally got his awkward friend Rose.

At the same time, there was no longer a single flower in the garden of the entire palace, and all the rest were roses.

When the little prince walked into the garden, a rose would stretch out its bright face, touch the little prince's fingertips, and then shrink back against the leaves.

"To be honest," Sisley watched this scene, and quietly complained to the system in the thinking space.

"This scene really seems to be on the wrong set, a historical drama and magicalism in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries."

While recording the scene in front of him, the system laughed loudly.

[Guess what's going to happen next? 】

"Do you still need to guess?" Sisley twirled the fingertips that had just been touched by the flower, feeling a little sticky pollen, "Independent individuals who can't understand each other 100% come together like this, there must be something wrong." A tragedy."

Almost to herself, she said softly.

"That's why I just like being with myself."

With her perspective of being both an experiencer and a bystander, Sisley could see clearly where the little prince couldn't notice.

The rose-branch climbed silently up his sleeve, leaving its broken leaf inside.

He had grown too many roses, too large.