Forces of Temptation

Jiang Fang left bright red and dirty fingerprints on the clean diary.

Mr. Duke is not good at long speeches.

The so-called diary is nothing more than one record a day, two or three sentences, to express some inner understanding.

"God said let there be light, and so, on the first day, there was light."

"On the seventh day, God got tired and stopped working to give the world a holiday."

"I can also use his name to meet you with my head held high and my heart full of ghosts."

"You laughed today because I tripped over the door frame. Take note."

"After the seventh letter was delivered, you finally came, but you came too suddenly. Most of the berries I prepared for you were broken, and you didn't care."

"That's the bad thing about you. I can't guess what you care about."

"The museum in the town is very interesting, but you forbid me to hold hands, saying that it is not solemn, and my happiness is reduced by 2/3."

"I was not convinced later, and secretly grabbed the corner of your clothes, you didn't know."

"...Maybe you know."

"When I look at you from behind, I feel free, and that's enough."

"My head hurts, and the medicine is very bitter. I lost my temper to Mr. Deacon, and I apologized obediently afterwards. But I feel that I am not me after all. I will become a lunatic, a corpse. In that case, am I really lost you forever."

"The tumor in my head made me unable to see the light clearly. But I always have to sit on the balcony for a while every day to see if there is any light in your attic."

"You might give me that crazy idea, or you might never."

"You told me when you were 17 that we were friends who couldn't fall in love."

"Then I will love you before your faith was born, before Jesus was born."

The premonition in Jiang Fang's heart became stronger and stronger.

This romantic and tenacious Mr. Duke, who murmured in his diary about his shady love for the pastor, may be a hundred times more crazy than he imagined.

And the conspiracy outside of the dungeon itself finally exposed all its ferocious minions.

The most valuable clues are all placed on the West Bank, paired with relatively mediocre players who seek stability.

As for himself and Nanzhou, they were trapped on the east bank where most of the information and emotions were either destroyed or hidden. Even if they had all kinds of abilities, they were blocked by the bridge that expressly stipulated that they were not allowed to cross, and had nowhere to display them.

Their intelligence network was cut off by a bridge.

Jiang Fang didn't believe it was a coincidence.

He is suspicious of everything.

Therefore, he did not ignore the gaze cast from above his head at all.

He was only guessing when the man planned to do it.

However, before his plan to use himself as a bait took shape, he rushed down with a scream of passion.

The man who was hiding at the top of the stairs just now and was planning to sneak attack leaned out of the guardrail and fell from the upstairs. The sharp blade in his hand collided with the handrail in front of Jiang Fang's eyes, and made a muffled sound that made teeth ache.

Jiang Fang looked up, but saw a familiar person lying limply forward, leaning against the carved iron railing.

The unexpected attack just now had exhausted his only energy.

... Kan Bowen.his team.

From the first dungeon, Song Haining was the one who followed him.

Jiang Fang came to him as quickly as possible, and also confirmed the cause of his weakness as quickly as possible.

All of his otherwise thick, naturally curly hair had been shaved off.

On the snow-white scalp, an equilateral triangular incision with a side length of 3 cm was dug out. The surrounding area of ​​the incision was red, swollen and pus-filled, and water flowed down the back of his neck.

His fate was entirely predictable.

No one would bother to sew up the wound on his head for a small white mouse that has been tested.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Fang used his own body to catch his body that was about to slip off the iron rail.

The moment he hugged him tightly, Jiang Fang assured that he clearly heard a slight "guji" sound from his body.

...Maybe it was the sound of brain churning.

He opened his eyes that had lost most of his emotions, looked at Jiang Fang, the only person who looked normal after he woke up, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

Not "who am I", but "who are you".

Jiang Fang was keenly aware that he did not lose his memory.

In other words, what he did was not the legendary lobotomy surgery.

And after reading the Duke's true intentions from the diary, Jiang Fang would not naively think that the Duke's craniotomy was just to take a risk to cure his own brain cancer, or to remove the white matter of the brain, as is popular in this era. "Cure" one's own "homosexuality" in the same way as the universal values.

The Duke wanted something more romantic, more imaginative, and more terrifying.

In order to verify this point, Jiang Fang softened his eyes and expressed his kindness to Kan Bowen.

Jiang Fang put one hand on his chest, facing his dying friend in the most gentle tone: "Don't be afraid, my name is Jiang Fang."

Kan Bowen rested his forehead on Jiang Fang's shoulder, and murmured, "My surname is Kan...Kan is a door frame, and there is a brave dare... Do you recognize this word? Many people don't recognize it."

As he spoke, his body was about to slide down.

The diary in Jiang Fang's hand fell down the stairs.

Jiang Fang didn't go to pick up this important prop, but put his knee against one of his knees, sniffing the rotten breath coming from the back of his head, and kept silent.

... This self-introduction happened when they first met.

Almost exactly the same, not a single word changed.

Kan Bowen is always trying to explain his complicated and rare surname to others.

Kan Bowen asked Jiang Fang softly, "Why am I here?"

Jiang Fang patted him on the back gently: "Where do you think you should be?"

Kan Bowen looked at the void world behind Jiang Fang: "I should... I should be trying out a class. It's my first time to go to a university to try out a class. I'm very nervous. There are all students below, and there are countdown timers and scoreboards next to it... "

Kan Bowen is a university teaching assistant.

"Trial class" may be a part of his 26-year life.

But now, his brain has already been opened, rotting quietly in this summer.

After he finished telling this passage, he also felt that his words were incoherent, so he smiled shyly: "I, am I dreaming?"

Jiang Fang sighed, leaned forward, and the dagger slipped out of the sharkskin scabbard soundlessly.

He replied: "Yes, it's just a dream."

After saying that, the blood-stained Bao Feng pierced through his flesh and blood, completely piercing Kan Bowen's chest.

The tip was also embraced, submerged into Jiang Fang's right chest.

The flesh and blood of the two were fused together.

Death came so fast.

Before Kan Bowen died, there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth that could not dissipate in the future.

Jiang Fang hugged him by the shoulders and helped him to sit slowly on the stairs, and his peripheral vision fell on the diary.

But the love story originally written in ink on the title page has undergone a wonderful change.

The phrase "I would like to fall in love with you for any period of time" was replaced by another brand new sentence.

"Time is an endless warp made up of past, present, future, eternity and never."

...that sentence sounds familiar.

Jiang Fang turned his face and watched the slight smile on Kan Bowen's mouth.

Immediately, he stroked his eyelids with his fingers stained with his fresh blood.

"……thanks."

Probably no one would have imagined that Kan Bowen would be able to wake up in such a state.

Thank you, Kan Bowen, for creating a small miracle and using a solid fact to verify Jiang Fang's greatest confusion.

When Jiang Fang walked into the messy operation preparation room and actually obtained the operation materials left by three top brain surgeons of this era, he finally understood what "God's curse" was.

That maxim about time was said by Borges.

——Borges, who was born in the 19th century and died in the 20th century.

"Time is an endless warp made up of past, present, future, eternity and never."

Shelley's conception is full of offenses against God and bold fantasies.

He knew that even if he recovered from his illness, he would still face Pastor Keith who could not face his faith.

There is always a God between them.

Therefore, he thought, since the problem of belief cannot be solved, then the belief itself should be solved.

——What Shelley wants to destroy through surgery is the content on the "meridian" of time.

He was going to destroy his suprachiasmatic nucleus, and the time cells in his hippocampus.

One is the hour hand of the brain, and the other is the minute hand of the brain.

Then, he will be liberated from the world created by God, completely lose the shackles and limitations of the body on time, and allow time to travel freely in the body.

At the risk of death, he tried to make his consciousness into a time travel machine, allowing him to return to a point in time at will.

When the two were still young.

When the two were gray-haired.

Before Jesus was born.

During the Cretaceous period.

His spirit will completely break free from the shackles of time, and fall in love with his lover freely.

This contempt for time is the real cause of God's curse.

In reality, Duke Shelley's absurd behavior would definitely lead to failure for various reasons.

For example, due to lack of technology, doctors cannot complete it, such as various unexpected situations during the operation, such as unpredictable complications after the operation.

However, this is after all a created copy, a hypothetical story.

The ultimate purpose of dungeons is to "serve" players.

Therefore, the plan of two crazy NPCs who fell in love in the dungeon must be achievable in order to pose a real threat to these players.

It is the copy mechanism that ensures that Shelley's love concept full of absurdity and bloody color must come true.

Duke Shelley has probably completed one or even several time travels.

He brought back Borges' maxims from the 20th century, went back to a certain moment in the past, and rewrote the title page of this diary.

This has verified the success of Duke Shelley.

No wonder, the dungeon used such a strange expression to limit their game time.

——[The game time is when the seventh day arrives. 】

On the day when Duke Shelley's plan is fully formed, the time and space on both sides of the strait will fall into complete turmoil, and the seventh day belonging to them will never come.

Now that the curses on both sides of the strait have begun to merge, is it possible to solve everything by killing the Duke?

If Shelley's wish is to eliminate the gap between the two in terms of time, in order to form a certain corresponding relationship, Keith's idea is to -

Thinking of this, Jiang Fang's complexion suddenly changed, he pushed the documents in his hand, turned around and ran out of the preparation room.

He is going to find teammates who may be alive in the castle and can cross the bridge!

The east coast where Nanzhou is located is in danger!