Forces of Temptation

Nan Zhou was slightly taken aback.

His eyes were focused on the swaying sea water in front of him, as if he was recalling.

The sea in front of him was a mirror that could clearly reflect his own face.

Occasionally there are fine waves, which are also like the convulsions from the depths of the sea in a state of extreme tranquility.

The whole ocean was waiting for Nanzhou's answer with ears pricked up.

This is what confused Nan Zhou the most.

——His answer should be "no".

In Neverland, he is the only person with a clear consciousness, and there is no existence that can be called a friend.

Later, when the world unexpectedly opens up, he loses a memory.

When he woke up on the bus, he was with Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang.

They are all good, but there is still a little distance from "friends".

Although Jiang Fang seemed to want it very much, Nanzhou hadn't considered whether to accept Jiang Fang as his friend.

And the rules of the game are very clear.

The questions asked by the sea of ​​memory were all read and confirmed that he could answer them.

It seems that it is used to assessing human emotions with quantitative data.

Nan Zhou has always had a good memory, and he is also a person who is good at quantifying his emotions with various standards and data.

But the current problem is that in his memory, there is a lack of a very important, objective, and reference data.

In other words, if he wanted to score, he might need to answer blindly.

Nan Zhou placed the glass bottle firmly by his side.

"What are the criteria for intimacy?" he asked.

The little mermaid replied: "It can be anything. The sea of ​​memory will make an evaluation of whether it is correct or not based on your memory.

Nanzhou: "Why should we trust its assessment?"

The little mermaid: "The sea of ​​memory is objective and will not lie."

Nanzhou confirmed: "Won't you lie?"

The little mermaid: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "Then what is the happiest thing I have done with my same-sex friend?"

The little mermaid: "..."

Nanzhou: "It doesn't verify, how can I trust that it won't lie?"

The little mermaid: "..."

Seeing that the little mermaid closed her mouth firmly and did not intend to answer, Nan Zhou did not continue to press her step by step.

He also knew that the sea of ​​memory's authenticity of memory evaluation, just like the full moon can restrain him in all directions, is the most fundamental setting of the function of the game character.

If the authenticity of the evaluation results can be tampered with, then the players will be little ones who have no power to resist and can only be slaughtered in front of the "sea of ​​memory" that will never show up and has absolute ruling power over them. white rat.

The balance of the game just doesn't exist anymore.

The only problem is, how do they use their memories to fit the ruler of the sea of ​​memories.

Nanzhou changed the question: "How can the sea of ​​memory know the content of my memory?"

The little mermaid explained again: "The rock you are on is the center."

Nan Zhou: "Oh."

He put his fingertips on the head of his seahorse-shaped rock, groped for a while, pinched the corner of the rock with his slender fingertips, exerted a little force——

A click.

Seahorse's head said goodbye to his body.

The little mermaid: "..."

The little beauty was stunned.

The reef is like some kind of creature with strong restorative power, and it doesn't take a moment to grow out of place.

Nan Zhou threw the seahorse's head into the depths of the seabed, and repeated the same trick, breaking off the seahorse's head.

Sea of ​​Memory: "..."

... Are you in debt?

The thin-skinned little mermaid did not repeat this sentence.

Nan Zhou is indeed in debt.

He simply hates people peeping at him without discussion.

While fighting against the seahorse provided to them by the sea of ​​memories, he chatted with the little mermaid: "How long is it until dawn?"

The little mermaid raised her head to meet the bright moonlight: "It's summer now."

Nanzhou also looked up with her, locating the trajectory of the moon: "Ah. There are still 4 to 5 hours before the end of the game."

The little mermaid, who is familiar with sea weather, gave an accurate time: "It's 5 hours."

Hearing Nan Zhou mention the time, Li Yinhang realized what was the reason for Nan Zhou's inconspicuous frown when he answered.

Just now, her attention was completely attracted by the question.

Probably due to the habit of thinking developed in her student days, she subconsciously answered the question as soon as it came to her, but she forgot that the time limit for answering each question was 15 minutes.

She bit her lip regretfully.

The little mermaid has clearly stipulated that the time for the end of the game is dawn.

Whether you know the answer or not, you should use the dragging formula.

In order to delay time, Nan Zhou even asked how the little mermaid usually hunts in the sea.

The little mermaid is also a meek temper, answering every question.

Time passed with the waves.

Jiang Fang on the side was also silently pinching the time, waiting for the answer.

He knew that Nan Zhou no longer remembered his past self.

So he didn't know what Nan Zhou would say.

Jiang Fang was only worried that he was wrong.

In addition to this worry, like a weed, there is a little bit of expectation growing.

The answer entered the countdown, and the little mermaid looked at him with a hint of silent urging and concentration.

After receiving the signal released by the little mermaid, Nan Zhouka gave his answer before the answer time ended: "I am with him, the happiest thing is..."

Nan Zhou paused: "He hugged me and bit my neck."

Li Yinhang: "..."

After reacting, she hurriedly looked up at the sky, pretending she didn't hear anything.

The boss is indeed a boss.

This LED light bulb of mine has almost grown by their side, yet they still find time to do such wild things.

Jiang Fang lowered his head and tightened his palms.

The little mermaid closed her eyes, quietly listening to Sea of ​​Memory's reply.

Ten seconds later, she opened her bright eyes again and nodded gently: "Yes. The answer is correct."

Nan Zhou calmly let out a "huh" in his heart.

...It is really possible.

He is ready to pay the price.

He unconsciously raised his hand, counting the tooth marks on the back of his neck through the thin cloth.

This bite mark is the most special and untraceable trace left on Nan Zhou's body.

He had speculated about the origin of the bite marks.

Either he has made enemies with someone, or he has made love with someone.

According to common sense, it is impossible for him to easily expose such a fragile position to anyone.

Those who can leave a wound on him, even if they are not friends, are very close people.

The bite marks bear traces of bullying from top to bottom, and their height is obviously higher than their own. In most cases, they can be identified as being of the same sex.

Nanzhou believes that it contains a different kind of emotion.

Maybe that person hates and loves to the extreme, that's why he is so ruthless, wishing to tear him apart.

But because he couldn't remember which end it was love and hate, Nan Zhou could only gamble.

He guessed what kind of scene it would be when he took this bite, and what kind of mood he should be in, but once he thought about it deeply, the muscles all over his body tensed up, like a piece of thin blue velvet wrapped around his body and kept shrinking. Feel.

Slight itching, slight softness, slight breathlessness, but very comfortable.

Nan Zhou thought, if someone could bite his neck so caringly, at that moment, he, who had always hoped to have a friend, should be happy.

He didn't notice that Jiang Fang's fingers on one side touched his lips.

The slender index finger tapped the corner of his lips.

There seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the mouth again.

He knew that Nan Zhou had speculated based on the remnants of his body.

However, that memory was not very good for Jiang Fang.

The drifting bottle enters the water, spins freely, and chooses the next answerer.

The mouth of the bottle was aimed at Li Yinhang again.

This time the question is: "What are the three things you are most afraid of?"

... Li Yinhang was tongue-tied.

She was afraid of a lot of things, just the flying southern cockroaches, wasps, snakes and toads, she could have some internal PK first.

Li Yinhang spent a full 15 minutes confirming his memory and organizing the language as concisely as possible.

She replied, "The death of anyone or anything."

"No money."

"Ghost."

But after listening to Dahai's answer, the little mermaid regretted, "Wrong."

"You fear all death."

"You're afraid of not having money."

"You are afraid that you will drag others down because of your inability to do anything, but even so, you are still powerless."

As the voice fell, the puppet-like numbness extended to Li Yinhang's thighs.

Two consecutive defeats, coupled with the final conclusion, caused Li Yinhang's mentality to explode instantly.

This time the game does not require them to expend any physical strength, does not require them to hide, run for their lives, or run.

Or rather, they simply had nowhere to escape.

Memories are embedded in their brains.

Real fears and fears also grow deep-rooted there.

She could only use her fingertips to hold the rock covered with tiny holes beneath her.

The icy sea water flowed continuously along the hole, soaking her palm, making her breathing more rapid, and her body trembled slightly with the rhythm of the waves.

Her ears were filled with the sharp roar of the tide, and the gravitational force of the moon constantly rotating above their heads pulled her heart, surging and chaotic.

Until she heard Nan Zhou's voice as cold as the moon.

"No." Nan Zhou said, "You won't drag anyone down, and you won't fall behind much."

"As long as you give me a hand, you can always catch up."

Li Yinhang opened his eyes in a daze, and found the fourth bottle floating on the water, the mouth of which was still pointed at Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou picked up the bottle and put the two empty glass bottles side by side.

The rustling sound of unfolding the note, accompanied by Nan Zhou's faint voice talking to her, inexplicably gave people a sense of peace of mind.

Li Yinhang suppressed the warmth in his eyes, obediently sorted out his mood, and worked hard to prepare for the next problem that would come at any time.

The question in the bottle that Nanzhou drew was: "Who is the person of the opposite sex that impresses you the most?"

Since the name was not asked, it was not difficult for Nanzhou to answer this question.

After dragging for 15 minutes, Nanzhou gave the answer.

He said: "There was a lady who planted an apple tree for me."

However, when he gave the answer, Nan Zhou clearly felt the numbness spreading from the bottom of his feet.

He couldn't help being startled, and then stared at his legs that were gradually becoming woody, with a confused expression.

"No," said the little mermaid, "no."

Nan Zhou: "...What's the answer?"

The little mermaid: "It's your sister."

Nan Zhou opened his mouth, wanting to refute something.

He admitted that his sister did have a lot of impact on his life.

After all, she died because of herself.

But in terms of "impressive", no matter what factors are evaluated, the younger sister should not take precedence over the apple tree lady.

The younger sister is the false family he has long been aware of.

The Apple Tree Lady was the first real life he had seen in his long lonely life.

The heartbeat at that moment was like a drum, which could not be replicated at any moment in his life.

Although he only glanced at it, until now, he can still use the tip of the pen to outline the smile on Ms. Apple Tree's lips.

The status of Ms. Apple Tree in his heart is only a little worse than that of a friend.

However, when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Nan Zhou rubbed his extremely stiff calf, separated the subject, object, and attributive in the drifting bottle one by one, thinking word by word why he answered wrongly.

The final foothold falls on two words.

"The most impressive".

and "opposite sex".

He couldn't help thinking about a new question that he hadn't considered before:

— Ms. Apple Tree, is it "Ma'am"?

When the drifting bottle rotated for the fifth time, the mouth of the bottle was finally aimed at Jiang Fang for the first time.

At present, they have answered four questions in total, and nearly 50 minutes have passed.

There are still four hours and 10 minutes until dawn.

There were only three people participating in the game, and Jiang Fang hadn't won the draw until now, so his luck could not be called bad.

He bent down to pick up the drifting bottle that was swimming towards him, flicked the water droplets on the bottle, and took out the answer sheet.

Seeing the question written in black and white, Jiang Fang blinked, the corners of his mouth tightened, and his cheeks turned red.

Without saying a single word, his expression already contained a thousand words of dialogue, betraying the heartbeat of an extremely rational and utilitarian.

Nan Zhou: "What's the problem?"

With a strange difficulty in his tone, he read out the question on the paper: "The first time you were jealous...why?"

Li Yinhang: "..."

Why did the style of painting change when Jiang Fang came here?

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[On how the sea of ​​memory deals with players]

Dealing with Li Yinhang: pierce your heart

Dealing with Nanzhou: Talking about friends

Dealing with Brother Fang: Public Execution