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Following Fu Qitang's gaze and looking down, the figure immediately noticed his abnormality.

He was startled for a moment, then laughed out of his throat, clapped his hands and said, "Oh, I'm almost gone."

"Stop playing tricks at this time." Fu Qitang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and deeply felt that this fragment was too different from his own personality.

"Just kidding." The figure said indifferently, "so if there is anything else you want to ask, hurry up."

Instead, he urged Fu Qitang to come.

"The essence of the train." Fu Qitang said simply.

According to the information obtained from the previous few memory fragments, Fu Qitang easily captured a key word: the final assessment.

Since it is an assessment, there must be an institution holding the examination, candidates who come to take the examination, and a relatively complete set of assessment standards.

The player is undoubtedly playing the role of an examinee, and No. 26 is more like an invigilator, so there is only one last vacancy left—who held this exam?

What is its purpose?

What will happen to the player after passing the assessment, and what will happen if he fails?

Spending precious time in silence, after a pause of two seconds, the figure suddenly smiled, "I understand it as an upgrade procedure."

Fu Qitang thought that in those lights and shadows, Gong Zijun had also used the same words to test No. 26, but the latter did not answer.

"Ordinary users have to charge money to upgrade to VIP, and junior VIPs still have to charge money to become senior VIP. They pay money as a price, and we pay life." Yingying said meaningfully.

"But who is the main body of the upgrade, the player...or the world represented by the player?" Fu Qitang asked in a low voice.

He didn't guess randomly, but thought of another word that had been mentioned many times by the train: civilization.

When Gong Zijun finally cleared the copy of "Devil's Stomach Bag", No. 26 told him through the system message, thank you for your bloody fight for the civilized world; A "civilization box" specially used to place three special props.

Faced with such a coincidence, it was hard for Fu Qitang not to think about it.

He quietly looked at the figure in front of him, hoping for an answer.

But to his surprise, the figure shook his head lightly, and said calmly amidst more radiant dust: "I don't know."

Fu Qitang: "..."

"Please, I'm just a fragment, how could I know the answer to this question." The figure said helplessly.

He wanted to spread his hands, but then found that his two arms had disappeared.

"And even if it's Ben standing here, I can't answer this question, after all, he hasn't cleared the level." Shadow said, "Everything is speculation. Even if we may be very close to the truth, the final answer depends on you Go find it, understand?"

Fu Qitang nodded and said nothing.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Fu Qitang shook his head again.

"Okay, then I will say my last words."

Fu Qitang: "..."

Seeing him showing a rather speechless expression, the figure gave a "tsk" and said dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing? Although in essence I am you and you are me, we are Fu Qitang. But in this state, I am indeed independent. Is there any problem with the individual? I am already like this, of course I have to leave a last message while my mouth is still there, what do you think?"

Facing his plausible words, Fu Qitang was a little speechless, so he raised his hand and wiped his face, and said seriously: "No. Please tell me."

"That's right."

The figure thought for a while, and the drooping eyelashes cast a slight shadow on the skin under his eyes.

At this moment, all the free and easy, open, calm and humorous clothes suddenly peeled off from his body, leaving only a naked heart, which has been silent for years and days in this boundless chaotic space, waiting, Slowly beating.

"I told Gong Zijun before to let him love himself more. I don't know if he has done it."

The figure spoke, with a nostalgic smile and unspeakable loneliness in his voice, "But I don't think there should be any. This guy has never been obedient, but he just pretends to be good-looking on the surface, but it is actually very difficult to control. "

"But it doesn't matter. If he can't do it, then you should love him more."

As the last word was spit out gently from between the two lips, the figure in front of Fu Qitang completely dissipated and disintegrated.

Countless fine dust rose into the sky at this moment, converging in mid-air into a shining river, a dancing streamer, and a swimming dragon wrapped in power and memories of the past, and penetrated deep into Fu Qitang's chest in an instant. place.

Warm and pure.

"Understood." Before the whole space completely collapsed and covered in darkness, Fu Qitang said softly, "Don't worry."

A bell seemed to be ringing somewhere.

Long and far away, the lingering sound is like ripples on the lake surface startled by raindrops, rippling in circles in all directions.

Fu Qitang suddenly opened his eyes.

Overturned desks, yellow banners torn off, broken incense burners and ashes and incense all over the floor.

When these scenes came into Fu Qitang's eyes again, it took him several seconds to realize that he had awakened from the chaos and returned to the ancestral hall in Taoyuan Village.

Gong Zijun, who was standing beside him, was staring at him deeply, with his lips tightly pursed, hope, expectation and a trace of imperceptible weakness flashed alternately in his eyes, like stars.

As a result, the air dries up, as if dropping a match will instantly ignite a fire that consumes everything.

Seeing Fu Qitang wake up, Gong Zijun's throat twitched, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The tension that surrounds me stretches out every second.

Then, Gong Zijun suddenly heard Fu Qitang speak without warning, his voice was slightly low, with a frivolous smile.

"Who the hell are you?"

With a "boom", Gong Zijun only felt that he was hit by some kind of huge force, his face turned pale instantly, but his eyes were completely dark.

An uncontrollable panic spread from his heart and spread to his fingertips in the blink of an eye.

...still don't remember.

Probably never will be remembered.

Gong Zijun thought in a daze, and exhausted all his strength to forcefully move the corners of his mouth, revealing a very bleak smile.

He wanted to talk, saying that it doesn't matter if he doesn't remember, as long as he can come back, he said that the two of them are alive this time, so it's fine now.

But his throat and vocal cords, every muscle and every nerve that help to produce sound resisted the orders from the brain, so that at this moment, he really couldn't even speak a word.

It's over, the joke is over.

Seeing Gong Zijun's terrified appearance, Fu Qitang felt guilty, and the next second he quickly grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, "Get to know me, my name is Fu Qitang."

This is a conversation between the two of them when they first met.

Fu Qitang originally wanted to use this method to tell Gong Zijun that he had already remembered everything and came back in full swing, but he didn't expect that just one sentence would scare Gong Zijun, who was emotionally stretched to the limit. It was so miserable.

"I'm sorry." Fu Qitang scratched his hair and apologized softly but sincerely.

For Fu Qitang, from entering the ancestral hall to the present, it took only an unusually short period of time in 24 hours; but for Gong Zijun, it was about to see the sun again after the endless darkness. The rising moment.

He really shouldn't be so flippant.

Fu Qitang was a little annoyed and frustrated, but then he felt that his hands were being held by another pair of hands that were still trembling slightly.

Very hard very hard.

"It's okay." Gong Zijun finally said, his voice was hoarse, with some obvious tears that were suppressed as much as possible, but his eyes were unusually bright, "I just miss you a little bit."

The simple seven words actually made Fu Qitang's nose sore.

The two looked at each other stupidly for a while in silence, before Fu Qitang smiled and said in a low voice, "I've already remembered."

Gong Zijun wanted to say a lot, but he couldn't say anything, so he realized that his mouth was so stupid, so he just let out a soft "um", and then spit out two short syllables with an almost pious attitude .

"Thank you."

—Thank you for remembering everything.

- Thank you for coming back again.

——Thank you for not forgetting me, thank you for still loving me.

"Then I thank you too." Fu Qitang said, "Everything you have done for me."

Gong Zijun said "hmm" again, but didn't say anything.

Whatever you say is polite.

And the last thing they need between them is politeness.

"However, I'm still a bit messy now. Many things are fighting in my mind, and one thing will pop up from time to time. I have to sort it out when I go back later." Fu Qitang said with a smile.

Gong Zijun also laughed together, all the hardships he had experienced before were rewarded at this moment, becoming the sweetest and most touching existence in the world.

"for example?"

"For example, what pops out of my mind now is your mobile phone."

"Ok?"

"It's the one you used in the hotel. Charge it for 5 minutes and stand by for 200 hours, and you need 800 points to redeem it. At that time, you imported the video you took into an app whose icon was an eye, and then used it to cut ghosts."

"What happened to it?"

"I remembered that there was actually a dungeon boss living in that APP. It was we who brought it out of the dungeon first. In order to find a 'shell' for it to live in, you went to exchange the phone."

It was an urban dungeon called "Boundless City". A large number of NPCs died one after another in just a few days, and the whole town quickly declined, like a dying plant.

The player's task is to find out the truth of the NPC's death and solve the source of the incident. After some investigation, after paying a few human lives as a price, Gong Zijun finally discovered that this time the ghost actually killed people through the mobile APP.

A few days before the death of all the deceased, there will be an extra APP on the mobile phone for no reason.This is equivalent to the "death notice" sent to them by the ghost. No matter whether they click on it or not, once the mobile phone is connected to the Internet, the ghost will appear when they place an order, which is hard to guard against.

After figuring out the corresponding rules, Gong Zijun caught the ghost quite easily, and through a special item similar to a master ball, he turned this ghost with both technological and supernatural attributes into his own. Props are included in the awareness space in the form of APP installation packages.

After installation, the APP icon is displayed as a triangle with orange flames burning on each side, and in the center of the triangle is a bloody eye.

Eye of Horus.

In ancient Egyptian mythology, the left eye of Horus, which Seth dug out, represents the moon.

"I still remember when I asked you if you had a white moonlight, and if I was his substitute, you said you didn't have a moon in your eyes." Fu Qitang couldn't help but smiled, and looked at him with a smile, "Gong Zijun, how did you become so eloquent?"

"I read a lot when you were away," Gong Zijun said, "because I was afraid that you would scold me for not studying hard when you came back for inspection."

His tone was casual, as if he was talking about something that was not a big deal.

And in their unfinished words, no one said that the Eye of Horus is often engraved on the coffin of the dead to protect the dead from harm in the underground world and on the way to eternal life.

During those endless nights, Gong Zijun was eagerly looking forward to Fu Qitang's return, but at the same time, he was also prepared for his plan to be discovered, and Fu Qitang would never come back again.

If the latter really happened, then he also piously prayed to the gods and gods of the heavens, asking them to bless their loved ones to sleep peacefully and stay away from all sorrows and sufferings.