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Song Ci finished molesting the script, put it aside casually, and said to Gong Xiaoyu, "When are we going to act?"

This time there was no extra reminder on the script, it seems that as long as they don't hold it, they don't need to be in the play.

Gong Xiaoyu also put down the script, looked at the house and said, "We only saw one model last time, why don't we have a big exploration this time!"

Song Ci immediately agreed, his purpose was very clear, and he went straight to the basement of the house.

Gong Xiaoyu followed behind him, thinking of Chu Ye outside: "Is that dog okay?"

Song Ci: "Probably not, no one will provoke an extremely irritable strange dog."

Gong Xiaoyu thought about it, and nodded in agreement.

The two found the entrance to the basement. Below it was a deep and steep step. The inside was dark and might be haunted at any time.

There is no light, so we can only go in the dark.

Song Ci walked in front, and they saw some light when they reached the bottom of the steps.

In the pitch black, countless neatly arranged glass columnar jars exude faint fluorescence, and each jar contains a human body.

When Gong Xiaoyu saw these things, even her petite face changed.

Although the things in these jars are human beings, their bodies are all in strange shapes, which are exactly the same as the corpses they saw in the basement of the previous level.

These human bodies seem to have undergone some kind of distortion, unable to maintain their normal body shape, so they twisted in all directions and turned in the direction of monsters.

The only one among them that has not deformed is that face, which is exactly the same as Song Chuyi's. Even if the body has completely turned into something like jelly or tentacles, that face is still intact.

It seemed to be a coquettish ghost face, a curse against evil.

Song Ci walked over row by row, and suddenly stopped in front of a jar.

Among all the jars, only the person in this jar is not deformed. He looks like a ten-year-old child, quietly floating in the liquid soaking him, eyes closed tightly like a baby.

"Song Chuyi..."

Gong Xiaoyu came over suddenly and called his name.

The person in this jar is the Song Chuyi he knew. Song Chuyi was adopted by his adoptive mother at the age of 12. At that time, he left a photo, which is exactly the same as the boy in this jar. The difference is that he is now I haven't woken up yet.

Song Ci was about to speak, when suddenly, a line of words appeared on his game page: "The second act begins!"

At the same time, the script he left behind also appeared in his hand

Gong Xiaoyu took the script and read out a new line: "What a beautiful masterpiece! I finally researched a perfect replica, and I created a second god for this world!"

After the lines are read, the script disappears again.

Gong Xiaoyu looked at Song Ci in bewilderment: "What is the second god? Does this lunatic really think that cloning human beings is a god?"

Song Ci shook her head: "What he meant was that he found the god of this world. What Chi Wei is looking for is the truth of the world. I'm afraid these human bodies are all his research to find the truth."

"What is the truth in his eyes?"

After Gong Xiaoyu finished speaking, the script appeared again.

There is a new line on it: "The gods and myths of this world, I have found their source. The world is false, but they are real. The world will die, and the gods will live forever!"

After Gong Xiaoyu finished reading, her head became even more bald: "I don't have any research on this kind of idealism. I always feel like I'm looking at a pervert who is crazier than me. It makes me feel that I am quite normal, and my confidence is hit."

Xiao Bingjiao, who was hit hard because she wasn't perverted enough, had no choice but to ask Song Ci for help: "I'll leave this to you!"

Song Ci glanced at him coolly: "My script doesn't give me any lines now, and you probably have all the roles in this scene. Even if you ask me to find the truth, I have no clue."

Gong Xiaoyu looked desperate. According to the situation, how long would he have to act as a lunatic?

However, there was another line in his script: "Xiao Chi, why are you here?"

——The red-haired kid is coming!

The two immediately entered the state, turned their heads to look at the entrance, and saw the red-haired kid holding a broom.

His face was gloomy, and it seemed that he was deeply involved in the drama. He looked at the two of them coldly, his immature lips were tightly pressed, and his face looked cold and hungry.

Gong Xiaoyu sighed inwardly, but had no choice but to say the lines: "Xiao Chi, why are you here?"

The red-haired little ghost said quietly: "There are only you and me in this house, and these things, do you think these things can cook?"

This kid is really hungry.

Hungry and still dragging.

Gong Xiaoyu obediently followed the script and said: "Song Song's craftsmanship is very good, let him prepare dinner for us."

The red-haired kid didn't speak, it should be the end of the show.

Song Ci read her script, but there were still no lines on it, only a row of recipes.

One: Braised Melaleuca Yellow Croaker

Two: Charcoal Grilled Honey Eel

[-]: Fish head with spicy and chopped pepper

……

All right, they're all fish.

Gong Xiaoyu read according to the lines: "Eat fish at night."

The red-haired kid evoked a smile, with a cold expression on his face.

Song Ci quickly understood the reason.

He went to the kitchen. It seemed that no one had been in this kitchen for hundreds of years, and it was covered with a layer of dust. He opened the seasoning cabinet, and the sugar and salt in it were lumped together, as hard as a stone.

Looking at the refrigerator again, it was empty, only a few moldy dried salted fish.

Song Ci took them out and lined them up, thinking about how to make the recipe in the script.

Seeing that the dinner time was getting closer, Song Ci gave up struggling, washed his hands twice, and then put them in the pan to fry.

Of course, there is no oil in this kitchen, so I can only fry fish with my own strength.

After 10 minutes, the three salted fish happily turned into charred dried fish.

He poked it with a fork, and the dried salted fish turned into black residue.

Song Porcelain added water without changing its color, boiled a little soup, and then put the charcoal-grilled dried salted fish on a plate and brought it to the table.

His script still didn't show the lines, so he was happy to skip the introduction of these three dishes.

But he soon saw Gong Xiaoyu's expression subtly changed.

This little sick girl gradually lost control of her expression, staring at the three charred fish floating in the black ash soup with disbelief on her face. The fish was first exposed to the sun and then roasted into charcoal, which is equivalent to entering hell twice , It is clear that he will die with peace in his eyes!

Dark cuisine, is it dark cuisine?

But his script also said: "The color and fragrance are complete, and Song Song's craftsmanship has improved again."

Action: Take a bite of the fish.

Xiao Bingjiao picked up the chopsticks with trembling hands, picked up a piece of black charcoal, and stammered: "The color and fragrance are complete, and Song Song's craftsmanship has improved..."

The red-haired kid looked coldly at the dying fish on the table, and said mechanically in his mouth: "Yes, it's really a good dish."

But it didn't mean to move chopsticks at all.

Gong Xiaoyu was holding the chopsticks, but couldn't put his mouth down. At this moment, the red-haired kid hissed, summoned a real dog, and snatched the piece of charred dried fish from Gong Xiaoyu's hand.

The dog was an authentic Alaskan dog, and this simple-minded man happily ate the terrible charred dried fish. After entering his mouth, his face turned pale instantly, and he fell to the ground foaming at the mouth.

The red-haired kid said coldly: "What a wonderful cooking skill."

Gong Xiaoyu made a "click", dropped her chopsticks, and stammered to get up: "I, I'm going to the bathroom!"

Only the red-haired kid and Song Ci were left in the restaurant. Even during the meal, the kid was still holding the broom on top of his knees.

As soon as Gong Xiaoyu left, he also came out of the show, looked at Song Ci with a smile, and asked harmlessly: "I heard that you broke two administrators, and you were so scared that Onion had a book PTSD. Losing my appetite and not thinking about eating or drinking, you will treat me like this?"

The boy asked him with a soft and innocent face.

Song Ci replied: "My guns are only aimed at unlovable people."

Then he said: "Tell me Akabane's real body directly, you are the cutest one."

"My position has never been cute." The kid sighed, and flew outside sitting on the broom, "However, if you want to find him, come with me!"

Song Ci hesitated for a moment and decided to follow.

The boy flew slowly through a wood, and came to an apple tree in full bloom.

It was March, tiny white apple blossoms had fallen, and a little boy was sitting under a tree, absorbed in a book.

Song Ci recognized that this boy was exactly the same as the boy in the jar in the basement, the difference was that he was not a cloned copy, but the real body of those copies.

He is just behind the sea.

Eight or nine-year-old Chi Yuhai was looking at difficult medical books solemnly, and apple blossoms kept falling around him.

Suddenly, a sob came from the nearby bushes.

Song Ci looked over and saw a boy whimpering through the bushes. Looking closer, the boy was exactly the same as the kid sitting on the broom.

The little broomstick floated in the air, smiled and said: "You should have guessed it, this is me when I was a child, and I am still a poor crying bag."

Xiao Kui Bao got under the apple tree, suddenly tripped, fell on Chi Yuhai, and ate a mouthful of apple blossoms by the way.

Even so, he still held a gray tit tightly in both hands, not letting it bump into it.

Chi Yuhai raised his eyes in shock, staring at Akabane who fell in front of him: "You are a new kid from next door."

Then his eyes fell on the tit in his hand: "Bury it, it's dead."

The young Akabane was sobbing, hoping that the dead tit would still come back to life, no matter how much Chi Yuhai said it was dead, he would not let it go.

"Life is illusory and will eventually die." Chi Yuhai said in a mature tone beyond the age of children, "We are the same as this tit, there is no need to cry about it."

But Akabane couldn't stop crying, and when the sun was about to set, he dug a hole for the titmouse unwillingly and buried it.

He pressed the stone on the tit grave, turned to Chi Yuhai, who was half a year younger than him, and said, "But I don't want you to die. I've heard of you. Your name is Xiaoci, right?"

The young Chi Yuhai looked at him with incomprehensible eyes: "My name is Chi Yuhai."

Akabane nodded: "Hi, Xiaoci, my name is Akabane."

Chi Yuhai frowned: "It's Chi, not porcelain."

Akabane nodded again: "Well, it's Xiaoci."

Chi Yuhai: "..."

At this moment, little Chi Yuhai probably suspected that he had met a fool.

People really don't change, even after growing up, Akabane is still used to calling him that.

The red-haired kid shook the broom, and the illusion disappeared instantly.

He took out the script and wanted to play against Song Ci again.

The red-haired kid was the first to say, "That naive, crying kid keeps calling me by the wrong name."

Song Ci's script finally appeared, and he read it accordingly: "Maybe you can choose a new name for yourself, without your father, without his research, only yourself."

The red-haired kid lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "Then, call me Song Ci."

Song Ci's hand holding the script trembled. He didn't read the lines, but followed up with his feeling: "Song Ci, that's a good name."

While speaking, a tear fell from his eyes.

The red-haired kid put away the script, not knowing why: "Why are you crying?"

Song Ci turned his head away, Akabane and him in the previous illusion were gone, but the tit grave on the ground was still there, he stared at the stone and murmured: "Song Ci is the name I want to be..."

The red-haired kid tilted his head.

"But I have no memory..." Song Ci whispered, "Chi Yu, is this why you left me? Because in your heart, your little Ci is dead."

The red-haired kid's eyes flashed, and he quickly smiled again: "You mistook the person, I'm not him."

"Of course you are not." Song Ci lowered his eyes and landed on the broom that the brat had been holding on to, "Because this broom is the real him."

The red-haired kid was obviously stunned. He blinked and flailed his eyelashes vigorously in an attempt to refute.

Song Ci instantly took out the hammer of truth-telling, and pressed it on him like a demonstration: "A lying child is not cute at all."

The red-haired kid was turned against the general, and his dignity as an NPC was instantly lost, but it was also because he was an NPC that he was threatened so unabashedly——Asuka didn't care about the life or death of these NPCs!Even if you are attacked, the time will not be deducted!

The little ghost sighed, and suddenly let go of the broom in his hand. It didn't fall on the ground, but merged with the little ghost's body, transforming into the real body of Akabane.

"You've found me."

Akabane whispered in his ear, the voice was softer than the falling apple blossoms, as if it would float away at any time.

Song Ci shook her head: "But the game won't end. As long as you don't agree with me, the game won't end. What can I do to make you feel that your little Ci has come to life?"

Akabane frowned slightly: "Xiaoci..."

"Don't deny it." Song Ci held the small hammer and pressed it against Chiyu's chest, "In your heart, you always think that I am not later than Hai!"

Akabane was struggling, and the hammer hit him so that he couldn't tell a lie. He thought for a while and said, "I love you."

The voice fell like an apple blossom, and Little Hammer happily said: "The truth! The truth!"

Song Ci bit her lip, and gripped the hammer even harder: "Then tell me, why do you want to destroy yourself?"

This time Akabane turned his head away, but Song Ci grabbed his collar and forced him to look at him.At this time, Akabane instinctively wanted to get close to him, but he had to suppress this impulsive thought forcibly. As the two confronted each other, he couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.

Song Ci asked him in a low voice: "You love me, but want to die with this world, obviously something is wrong, Akabane, are you still refusing to admit it?"

Akabane took a deep breath, as if breathing would hurt him, and after a long time, he finally had the courage to say to Song Ci: "I love you, Xiao Ci, you are like a piece of white paper, without good or evil, right or wrong, or worry , but I also love another you, I love you who is later than the sea, who has memory, knows everything, does not eat the fireworks of the world, and only loves candies."

He finally spoke his mind.

"But Xiao Ci, it is impossible for you like this to exist at the same time. When you lose your memory, I will lose Chi Yuhai. When you have memory, I will lose Song Ci. I love you, no matter who you are, but my Love will kill me too."

Song Ci still couldn't understand the deep meaning of these words for the time being, but at this moment, he touched this person's sincerity, his love and hatred, both in words and eyes.

Little Hammer happily said: "The truth! The truth!"

Song Ci casually threw it away, grabbed Chi Yu's collar, and kissed it hard.