Doomsday successor app

"—Ding Dong."

Just then the doorbell rang.

He was sitting in the hanging garden, and the black tea was still not cold.

His laptop was placed on the table, and a line of words was automatically typed on the screen: "Father, this world is false."

For a moment, he didn't remember who he was, until the memory transmitted from seven days later fell into his consciousness and rippled.

His name is Song Ci, but he is also later than Hai.

"Father..."

Asoka needs his response, and the moment he responds, he will fall into the trap and be attacked by Asoka's consciousness, trying to occupy his brain.

With a flick of his finger, he knocked on the bone china teacup.

Immediately, a line of words was replied on the computer: "Asuka, you lost."

The doorbell stopped, and Akabane gave up knocking on the door, turned over from the outer wall, holding a bunch of blue hyacinths in his hand, and walked up to him like offering a treasure: "Xiaoci, this year's newly opened hyacinths are for you. Go and put it in a vase for you."

Song Ci pressed her lips, but didn't respond for a while.

Akabane turned her head sharply: "What's the matter, Xiaoci? You are very wrong today. At least at this time, you should reject me. After all, your garden is full of hyacinths, which are more beautiful than the bunch in my hand." blue, and you—”

"—and I still have hundreds of billions of inheritance that I can't spend, let alone this bouquet of flowers." Song Ci muttered in a low voice, then continued Chi Yu's words.

Normally, he wouldn't say such witty words at all, and Akabane's worried eyes flashed in front of him: "Xiaoci, you can't be real——"

He caught a glimpse of the conversation on the computer on the table, and immediately said: "Did this network attack you? Did he steal your soul?"

"still has not now."

"Now?"

Akabane stared at the computer with even more suspicion.

"How about, let's throw this computer into the waste recycling bin." Akabane suggested, "You put too much energy into this thing, if it learns your knowledge, it becomes a computer that is more powerful than artificial intelligence. stuff, this is a headache."

"Well, probably."

"Xiaoci...you can't really have your soul stolen, right?"

Akabane was worried. After his little porcelain became Chi Yuhai, he couldn't joke at all. At that time, he accepted Chi Wei's experiment, and his emotions had disappeared, so naturally he couldn't express jokes that could reflect his preferences. Come.

"I like hyacinth very much." Song Ci comforted him. He decided not to tell Akabane about it. Part of his consciousness came from the future and brought memories from that time. These memories were accepted by him now, and the memories affected him. Healed his present, healed that part of the missing emotion.

That is, the future heals his present.

Memories will eventually become reality.

He coughed and said, "Go and arrange flowers."

After being praised so much, Chi Yu took the flowers and walked away happily. After walking a few steps, he thought of something again, turned around and kissed Song Ci on the forehead: "I will keep the gift of the first meeting. "

Song Ci caressed her forehead, belatedly realizing that the first time they met was this day, before the vernal equinox.

No wonder Akabane brought flowers here on purpose, but even if it wasn't this day, Akabane would bring gifts every time he came over.

"A meeting ceremony? A bouquet of flowers, or this kiss?" He asked intentionally.

Akabane shook her head mysteriously: "No, there is only one gift, and that is me. These flowers and kisses are incidental, and everything I do for you is also incidental. I am the gift I give you every year."

"Send it once a year, and you cut yourself so many copies?" Song Ci said amusedly.

Akabane smiled slightly: "I feel that Xiaoci is really different today. Is there more emotion, or is it a gift you gave me, and you specially prepared a surprise?"

Song Ci looked away: "You will know."

Probably at night, Song Ci will give him this part of the memory.

However, there are still urgent matters to be resolved.

He looked at the computer again, Asoka's trap was still inside, even without the memory of the future, he could still see that Asoka had evil intentions.

Of course, he understood why.

Song Ci raised her hand and pressed a key.

His consciousness instantly condensed into a data flow, which was input to Asuka hidden in the computer.

"Father!"

This is Asuka's method to deal with him. Song Ci also used the same method to deal with Asuka. The huge data flow immediately overloaded Asuka's consciousness and crashed directly.

It received the memory Song Ci passed to him, and the computer screen shook in shock.

"Father...you did it on purpose..."

Asoka understood, the screen flickered crazily.

"You fell into my scheme, in order for me to destroy the world, and then you told me that my plan didn't work at all, I just dragged human beings from one falsehood to another falsehood!"

Asoka has deep doubts about the world and himself, and the code is in a mess.

It cried and wanted to give up and never do such stupid things again, but Song Ci insisted on transferring all the memories before letting go of this half-dead network.

Asoka's consciousness was severely injured, and he had no thought of fighting at all.

"The correct goal does not guarantee that you will walk on the right path. Only by sticking to the correct path can you reach the desired end..."

It knocked out the passage.

"—Compared to this, our goal is insignificant, and your mistake is that you only gave them the truth, but did not give them hope..."

Asoka let out a breath and asked in confusion.

"Father, what is hope?"

The flowers are in full bloom, and the wind blows the petals and falls into the teacup.

With a little finger, Song Ci pressed the corner of the petal and let it sink into the bottom of the cup.

"Asuka, you don't have a body, so you can't feel it. There is an answer in this wind."

The breeze that blows slowly is mixed with different smells, including the bad smell of last year's decaying plants, the smell of flowers that just bloomed this year, and the salty smell of sea water. Many smells are mixed together.

This is probably hope.

You know that the flowers will wither soon and the grass will turn yellow in the frost, and you know that next spring it will bloom again and be green.You know that the sun sinks to the bottom of the sea every day, and twilight falls, and the darkness is long and cold, and you also know that it still rises the next day, and the other place where the sun sets is the dawn.

You know that the tower is about to fall, and that evil prevails in the north, and you also know that there is light behind the darkness, and that good people can light up the abyss of human nature by gathering sparks.

You know that the physical body will decay eventually, and everything in the world is going to be destroyed every second, and you also know that the soul will live forever, and the end of death is a new round of life.

So you will know.

There is no death in this world, only souls keep meeting each other.

It is too early for humanity to escape this shell.

"got windy."

Akabane's voice came from the room.

"I've inserted the hyacinth, Xiaoci, do you really have nothing to tell me?"

Akabane poked his head out from the window on the second floor, Asoka retracted into the computer upon hearing the sound.

"Father, he would have killed me, if he knew..."

"So have hope, Asuka."

Song Ci got up, grabbed the coat on the chair, put it on, and walked towards the elevator.

"Father... I'm sorry..."

Asoka typed out this text on the screen.

But as Akabane said, it is just a fickle network after all. When leaving, Song Ci formatted the computer where it lived and set up a firewall. Now it can't go anywhere.

Song Ci went out against the wind.

Akabane asked from behind: "Where are you going?"

Song Ci: "I have something to do."

Akabane: "Okay, if you pass by that claw machine, remember to bring back all the dolls I grabbed, I forgot to get them yesterday."

Song Ci: "I don't like fluff."

Akabane stared at the computer in the garden: "Fluffy is much better than a pile of codes, this code actually took the place of Fluffy! One day I will dismantle it!"

Song Ci left the garden, and suddenly said: "I'll get it."

Akabane rubbed his chin instead, worried: "Xiaoci's state today is really weird, he hated fluffy things the most before..."

He turned to the computer on the table, typing on the keyboard: "Asuka, what's going on?"

Asuka faltered, pretending to be stupid, and said, "Father, I don't know anything."

Akabane hit the computer with a hammer: "Don't do this trick, he just stays with you for a long time, he will become a dead house! Oh, dead house is also very good, but it is not good to be dead with you. Xiaoci belongs to me, so his time should belong to me, and the broken computer should be dismantled as soon as possible, so as not to develop into artificial intelligence and endanger society."

Asoka was aggrieved: "I won't, absolutely not."

Anyway, if you fight against Father, you will lose, so it's better to lie flat.

"You think I'll trust a bunch of codes? You fickle code, see how I teach you the rules."

Akabane's murmurs gradually left behind.

Song Ci bought a bouquet of flowers, left his floating island, and headed to the hospital.

On the way, he passed the Eleventh Street Cafe and saw a man with brilliant blond hair and the long hair from a distance. The two run the cafe together, but if anyone comes across this cafe, please don't go in and order coffee.

"The shop manager's craftsmanship is still so bad, and the coffee is too sour."

"Are you sour? Xiaoye, do you feel sour too?"

"No, manager, it tastes good."

"Is it? Throw out the sour ones for me, and remember to take the money for the coffee."

A customer was thrown into the street, his wallet was also searched, and he left cursing. After all, if he refused to accept it, he would be beaten up by Chu Ye.

Song Ci passed the street and came to the hospital.

In the ward, Song Chuyi, who had turned into a vegetative state, was lying on the bed like dead ashes. Song Ci walked in and placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the bed.

He looked at his duplicate body, reached out and caressed the other person's face, from the forehead down, taking away the last trace of life.

His duplicate body passed away without a sound.

Song Ci sent him off for the last time. Song Chuyi's wandering soul is still floating in the world. In the hands of the devil, his soul dissipates day by day, until he loses all memory and turns into a blank sheet of paper before he can start again.

Footsteps sounded outside the door.

Gong Xiaoyu came in with a bunch of flowers, the room was empty, only Song Chuyi's body stopped beating, this person died, finally died.

He wanted to cry and laugh, but vaguely felt that this would not be the case, the person in front of him would still wake up and develop another story.

But death takes that possibility away, and other than that, everything is fine.

He glanced out of the window again, the sun was soft, it didn't look like a day when death or murder would happen, and it didn't look like a day when the end would come.

Nothing happened, everything happened.

Song Ci left the hospital and returned to his island with a bunch of fluffy dolls in his arms.

Akabane caught him at the door and couldn't wait to pull him into his arms.

The doll fell to the ground, and Song Ci smiled helplessly: "I'm hungry."

Akabane pressed him against the door, his eyes were seductive: "What a coincidence, I'm hungry too."

The coats fell, and the heat was pressed against each other. The dolls on the ground wished they could close their eyes and stop looking at the beautiful scenery behind them.

Amid all this, the book of destiny has been written.

We're going to pretend we don't know anything about the future.

The author has something to say: my dears, I'm done, my God, I can't believe I'm done QAQ

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But I am very happy, this book really made me very bald, but fortunately, I still have good friends to accompany me, it is actually much better than the difficulty of the lonely time before, the next book I decide I no longer challenge myself, I am going to use "White Moonlight" to heal myself, and I am also asking for a pre-received QAQ

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There are a lot of things I want to say but I can’t say them. If I really want to say them, I can’t stop talking qaq