Unable to capture the queen

Mei family.

Mei Ziqi spent half an hour with Mei Yi in the utility room, communicating with her about the situation she encountered after entering the game. After confirming that her game panel would not be locked temporarily as Mei Yi said, Mei Ziqi calmly communicated with Mei Yi. She said:

"Let me research first, how to help you restore the player's identity."

This is actually a very difficult act.

The initial data of the game has been destroyed, all the servers are shut down, only the two of them can log in, and even the strangely running game data does not know where it is stored, how can we modify the data in the game, help Mei Yi to restore the player's identity?

Especially thinking about what the system said before, Mei Ziqi was full of doubts. On the one hand, he was worried that this was a conspiracy of the game to assimilate the players into npcs inside... On the other hand, he couldn't help but make a bold guess.

——Perhaps, he and Mei are not players who can be connected to this game, but... They are already closely related to this game. If their birthplace is here and they can be connected to this game anytime, anywhere, how can they be? Not a very normal thing?

For players, the world of pleasure is their home.

Mei Ziqi closed his eyes, and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. The more he wanted to find out from his realistic memory something that was contrary to this horrible assumption, but the more he searched for memories, the more chills he felt down his back.

He hardly remembers what his parents looked like, and he never thinks about the past about his childhood. He rarely remembers the past when May was kidnapped when he was young and then stayed in the orphanage, so he also Naturally, he regards himself as someone who has that past.

But thinking about the episode about the so-called "welfare home", Mei Ziqi found that her memory was all fuzzy.

As if being irradiated by a strong light, only the dazzling white can be seen in the eyes.

On the contrary, he can clearly remember the days and nights he spent in the company, including the meetings held, every decision made, even taking care of his sick sister and making an appointment for the other party's physical examination.

Under the contrast of this kind of camera memory, the vagueness about the past, childhood, parents, and family seems to be something that has been deliberately cleaned...

or.

It doesn't even need to be as troublesome as developing photos.

It may be easy to achieve this effect by simply deleting a few pieces of data.

—if he had been made.

"Big brother?"

The joy on Mei Yi's face has not faded, and she is worried that Mei Ziqi will be involved in those horrible bugs because of her own reasons, so she can't help asking him to quit the game first, so that he can go outside and think of a solution, but after a long time of talking, there is no answer. No response.

She rarely saw such an ugly look on Mei Ziqi's face.

So she became a little hesitant when she said it later, she blinked her eyes, and quickly suppressed her overflowing expectations, trying to keep her expression as calm as possible.

"Have you encountered any trouble?"

She said: "Actually, this game has a lot of bugs, and I've been in it for a long time, and I may be stuck in even more outrageous bugs by its updates. If the big brother has nothing to do, I won't feel very surprised—— I have been prepared for a long time, and I also know that this game is outrageous, it doesn’t matter if I am left here, but you have to be good.”

Mei Ziqi caught a glimpse of the mechanical ball that had been rubbing against Mei Yi's feet inexplicably since he was summoned, looked down, raised his hand to recruit it, and couldn't help saying to Mei Yi:

"What do you mean it doesn't matter if you stay here?"

"Where I am, you will be there, don't think about it."

He still intends to find a way to get more information from the system.

Mei Ziqi thought a lot in this short period of time. Taking a step back, even if he is the npc in this game, since he and Mei Yi can go to reality, there must be a way to get this mechanical ball out. Maybe we can get some useful information by analyzing the data of this little thing.

He quickly collected his expression, and his calm appearance looked a hundred times more reliable than May.

Seeing his movements, Mei followed his empty palm, saw the ground beside her feet, and changed the topic aloud: "...Brother, are you here?"

"Let the game system assistant come over, I want to ask him something." Mei Ziqi replied casually, leaning against the cabinet in the cleaning room, not caring about his expensive suit, and looked at Mei Yi: "You can't summon the game assistant now?"

"Correct."

Mei nodded, and when he heard him mention the system, he thought of the metal ball that always tried to use the electronic voice to call out an intimate tone, bite a little baby, and persuade herself to krypton gold with sweet words.

She looked around, but she couldn't see Mei Ziqi's operation panel, nor could she see the system he summoned, so she smiled slightly and moved her eyes from side to side:

"What does your system look like? Mine is a round metal ball with deformable wings. It looks sharp, but it can be grabbed at will. It's quite cute."

The slender man stretched out his slender fingertips, grabbed the system she was talking about, looked around, saw the pair of red eyes flickering, and commented casually:

"It should be about the same."

He held on to the system like this, and looked at May again, "Yi, your current situation probably didn't come across after the first update—"

"Such a long time should be enough for you to discover the weirdness of this game. Why do you still insist on staying in it?"

They also have light brown eyes, but Mei Yi's eyes are a little round, and when you look at them, you can see the clarity of the aura. Every frown and smile are very agile, but it can be placed on Mei Ziqi, because of his tough facial features and star-like appearance. The radian of the smile gives people a cold sense of scrutiny when they are not smiling.

May could resist Rong Que's cold gaze, but she couldn't resist the scrutiny from her closest relatives.

Her lips opened and closed, and after a long while she told the truth discouragedly:

"...my leg can be repaired by this game."

"Huh?" Mei Ziqi squinted his eyes, feeling that the two sides of the scale in his heart, the guessing side that he was even less willing to believe, were getting heavier and heavier.

He carefully confirmed, "Is it possible to have healthy legs in this game?"

"No," Mei shook her head, "it's a person in this game. Her favorability can restore my legs in reality."

"Who is that person?"

"...Rong Que."

"Crack."

Around dinner time.

The door of the utility room just opened, and May just took a step outside when she saw her mother pretending to be pruning peonies in the living room, and Father Mei who was studying carefully with a financial magazine and glasses.

A question mark appeared on Mei Yi's head, and she walked over there with some doubts, "Mom, you have the last flower left, are you sure you want to cut it off?"

Mrs. Mei was startled, and quickly moved the scissors away from the only remaining flower bud.

Then May looked at Father Mei puzzled again: "Dad, are you researching some quantum backward reading project recently?"

Father Mei: "?"

Mei pointed to his book: "Your magazine, you took it down."

"Oh, oh," Father Mei took advantage of the opportunity to close the magazine, and pretended to answer a few times, but changed his style: "Is dinner ready? Let's start the meal."

He looked at Mei Ziqi who came out a step back: "Zi Qi, are you hungry too?"

Mei Ziqi glanced at Mei Yi, then nodded, and responded. Mrs. Mei's attention had already been on him. Seeing him nodding, she simply threw away the scissors and hurriedly went to see the status of the dinner.

The couple were obviously very curious about what the children had been talking about in the house for so long, but they both tacitly kept silent and patiently until they sat down at the dining table, and after two rounds of chopsticks, Father Mei opened up a topic , Speaking of the investment in the southern hemisphere this time, and the earthquake, I have some lingering fears.

May was using a spoon to dig out the clear soup lion's head in a small bowl, when suddenly Mrs. May turned her head and asked: "That big star is a life-saving grace for you. I will ask her another day, and we will invite her to have a meal." Fan, let me thank her once, huh?"

A small piece was dug out with a spoon, and with a red goji berry on the clear soup, Mei blinked and said:

"also."

Mrs. Mei saw that she was so indifferent, so she couldn't help poking her forehead, "When I was a child, I held her hand and said that I would marry her when I grew up, but others refused to let me go. When I grow up, I have a lot of intersections. Why? become so cold?"

"Could it be that you think big stars aren't as good as they were when they were young?"

May: "???"

She pointed to herself: "I, did I say that?"

Father Mei smoothed things over: "Okay, don't mention the past, is it possible that you still want to bring the two of them together?"

Mei Yi didn't want to follow this inexplicable plot at first, but also followed Mei's father's words, "Yeah, Mommy still wants me to promise her life-saving grace now?"

"It's not like—"

Mrs. Mei was just about to smile and expose the matter, after all, she only wanted to tease May.

"It's not impossible."

A voice suddenly joins the conversation.

The movement at the dinner table came to an abrupt end.

Several people looked in the direction of the sound, and saw Mei Ziqi looking at Mei Yi. He had finished his dinner at some point, and the tableware in front of him was neatly arranged. Now he said to Mei Yi in a tone of discussing business matters:

"If you have this idea, the family will help you."

May: "..."

She put down the spoon, and many images from the past flooded into her mind, and finally she just smiled, "No."

"We were just friends," she said.

"friend?"

The next day.

Rong Que asked Mei Yi out, and the two sat in a quiet private room in the coffee shop, listening to the leisurely and faint piano sound coming in from outside, but what was clearer than these was Mei Yi's answer in front of him .

She stared at the "85" above the other's head and the beating pink heart, and the doctor's guess about her hallucinations was still recurring in her mind.

Is it favorability?

Could this number be goodwill?

Rong Que lowered his eyes and saw May unconsciously curling up her fingertips and clasping the edge of the tablecloth. Obviously, her expectations were frustrated, but she didn't reveal her disappointment and frustration. Instead, she remained silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "I Do not believe."

Perhaps because of the influence of family members and Rong Que's ruthless appearance in the past, May is particularly resistant to being together, and at this moment she also asked very rebelliously:

"How do you want me to prove it?"

Rong Que looked straight into her eyes, "Let me kiss you, if your heartbeat doesn't speed up, I believe that you don't have any interest in me."

The author has something to say: Rong Guimao, your routine is too old!