Salted Fish Zombie [Unlimited]

Ning Su retracted his fingers and looked at Ling Xiao in a daze.

It turned out that this dungeon was really aimed at Ling Xiao.

From the first night he entered the dungeon, it directly began to devour his memory greatly.

It took about ten hours for Zhou Xiang's memory to be devoured, and about three days for Shi Tianshu.

Ling Xiao's memory has been swallowed for fifteen days.

How much is left?

He has already scored 0 points in the essay comprehensive test.

Ning Su's fingertips trembled and his heart beat unsteadily.

He was shocked and panicked, and he still felt unspeakable guilt.

He cared about Shi Tianshu, Zhou Xiang, npc, and all the players who lost their memory, but he never found out that Ling Xiao was losing his memory.

Fifteen days.

He was alone in amnesia, and no one knew about it.

Besides, the reason why this dungeon is aimed at Ling Xiao may be because of him.

The system wanted Ling Xiao to kill him, but Ling Xiao was lazy and unwilling to kill him. The system must have seen something, so it wanted to erase Ling Xiao's memory.

The morning self-study was lively due to the distribution of test papers. The students in the class whispered to each other, looked at each other's test papers, and discussed the results.

The dust floating in the morning light was pressed down by the opened test paper, and the black characters on the off-white test paper were dazzling and blurred in the halo.

Ning Su stuck it on Ling Xiao's desk and asked him, "Do you remember me?"

The young man turned half of his body to the morning light, and there was a clear light in his clear and beautiful peach eyes, revealing a faint uneasiness inside.

If this look were placed on a young man who was not strong enough, he might look like he was about to cry.

Ling Xiao said, "I don't remember yesterday."

Even if his memory is broken and lacking, there are still too many. It will disappear from the night he entered the dungeon, and more than one era may disappear every day, and the events of the last year may disappear from his brain in a few minutes.

Indeed, he did not remember who the boy was.

Ning Su pursed his lips, "Then you still wait for me to go to the examination room and classroom together, and say that you did not do as well as I did in the exam."

Ling Xiao tugged on his tie, then looked at Ning Su's heart, next to his heart was the tie of his school uniform shirt.

Ning Su understood.

He turned around and looked down at the desktop, not knowing what he was doing. After a few minutes, he turned back and asked, "Do you have any other feelings of amnesia? Like other players, they will panic, feel lonely and feel lost. Hopeless."

Looking back on the past half month now, he can only think that Ling Xiao talked less and less, that he comforted him on the first night that it was okay to lose his memory, and that when the dean asked him to go to the small black room, he agreed without hesitation.

This may be a phenomenon caused by amnesia.

Nothing else can be seen, there is nothing on his face, and he has been following him, as usual.

Ling Xiao looked at him with a little surprise. He looked at him for a long time, as if thinking with a blank mind, "I seem to be used to it."

I am used to amnesia, so there is no panic, no loneliness, no discomfort.

It was because of habit that the boy asked him if he would be lonely and afraid, so he was surprised.

His chest cavity was already empty, but at this moment he could feel a small tremor, an indescribable feeling.

Ning Su turned his head again.

Ling Xiao stared at the back of his head for a while, stacked the test papers one by one and put them on the left hand side, and continued to draw on the draft paper.

Ning Su was stung by Ling Xiao's sentence "I seem to be used to it".

When he first met Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao's memory was incomplete.

Ning Changfeng met Ling Xiao in the dungeon, and Shi Tianshu saw Ling Xiao as soon as he entered the game base. I don't know how long Ling Xiao has existed in the infinite game, and maybe his memory has been swallowed more than once.

That's what made him feel like he was used to it, and what made his memory so chaotic and broken.

Before he met Ning Changfeng, he didn't seem to have any friends.

I don't know how he survived the amnesia process the previous few times.

Ning Su now understands that the night Zhou Xiang lost his memory, Ling Xiao didn't mean anything when he said he lost his memory.

He slowed down for a while, rubbed his sluggish face, turned his head again, and saw Ling Xiao was drawing.

Ling Xiao forgot him and all the knowledge, and should not remember anything now, Ning Su was very curious about what he was painting and what he could draw.

He didn't make a sound, just looked at him quietly like this.

When Ning Su turned his head, he had already drawn a gray page on the A4 white draft paper.

It's like just holding a pencil on a white paper and scribbling one after another, without any technical content, and it looks a bit abstract.

This is probably the amnesiac with a blank mind, the world in his mind.

Ning Su didn't understand it at first, until Ling Xiao replaced the pencil with a red ballpoint pen, and carefully drew a rose in an inconspicuous corner of the gray sketch.

Ning Su's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood what this gray patch was.

It is the chaotic universe of Lingxiao World.

Those clusters are gray nebulae.

Before changing his tie in the bathroom that day, Ling Xiao's words rang in his ears again.

"Sorry, I don't know how to say it. It's probably like a rose quietly growing out of the infinite chaotic universe. I'm afraid I'll forget what it looks like."

Ning Su's heart was pounding, no matter how calm he was, he couldn't hold back the violent and heavy speed.

As if feeling the beating of his heart, Ling Xiao stopped writing, looked at his heart, and then looked at his face.

Ning Su held his hand, the wet palm stained onto the dry back of his hand, he opened his mouth several times before he could speak.

"Ling Xiao, I will definitely get your memory back, all of them."

Ling Xiao bent the fingers held by him, looked at him a little blankly, and nodded, "Don't work too hard."

Ning Su couldn't laugh or cry.

All Ling Xiao's books are placed in the table hole and on the left hand side, and no books are ever placed in front.

Ning Su turned around and lay down on his desk, holding a black pen, and wrote his name on the newly painted rose with his eyes bent.

The sunlight falling on his squinted eyes was a layer of bright colors.

After thinking about it, he picked up a yellow watercolor pen and drew a bright sun.

Ling Xiao, who didn't respond when he wrote his name, frowned at the yellow thing, "It's not like that."

"This is the sun." Ning Su told him, "There should be a sun in the universe."

He drew another blue planet and a brown-red nebula. The gray and dark universe gradually became colorful under his brush, bringing a lively atmosphere.

Ning Su pushed this universe to Ling Xiao, and said to him, "I hope your universe is like this."

A rose in the infinite chaotic universe moved him, but he hoped that Ling Xiao's universe would not be chaotic and gloomy, but colorful and lively.

Ling Xiao looked down at the painting, bright colors imprinted in his blank eyes.

Ling Xiao's deskmate was dumbfounded, and after a while, she said, "Well, our school doesn't allow puppy love."

Ning Su: "Student Zhong Huiling, did you stay up late last night to read romance novels? Why is your mind full of puppy love? What kind of puppy love are we?"

Zhong Huiling: "?"

When she was about to say something again, there was a sharp shout from outside the window.

When the students by the window saw the yelling people outside, they started talking.

"Isn't that Ren Hongwei? Why did the school teacher arrest him?"

"He seems to be suffering from amnesia. A teacher looked for him last night, but he couldn't find him. Let's take him to treatment now."

"Hey, it's really difficult for him, he seems to be a little depressed, and now he doesn't know what will happen to his face-saving professor parents."

Ning Su looked out and saw the third grader who lost his memory during the language test and left a message on the draft paper like Xia Mengyu.

He asked Zhong Huiling, "Everyone with amnesia is taken to the school for treatment, can it be cured?"

Zhong Huiling said with certainty: "Yes."

Ning Su was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that it could be cured. If it could be cured, wouldn't it be possible for the player's amnesia to be cured in this dungeon? This might be another way out.

Zhong Huiling said: "Amnesia is not a terminal illness, it can be cured. Some students have cured it before, but the treatment time is relatively long, it takes two months."

She sighed and said, "It's a pity that they don't have time to take the college entrance examination. I heard that amnesia is related to stress. The first few years in the grade are all seedlings for top universities. We can't understand the pressure."

Players are too late.

The time was well chosen.

The test begins two months before the college entrance examination, and it is a waste for the top students to teach them the last two months. They only pick the ripest fruits and have the opportunity to try whether the fruits are good or not.

Since Zhong Huiling said with certainty that it can be cured, and there are previous examples to prove it, it means that two months later, after the college entrance examination, they will return the memories of individual top students to them, creating the illusion that it is really amnesia .

But it was too late, the college entrance examination was over.

However, being able to return the memory may be a breakthrough point for them.

After the morning self-study is over, it is time for the whole school to have breakfast.

Ning Su took Ling Xiao to have breakfast.

When they came out of the teaching building, they saw the human pupa master following behind Gu Po to help him pick up ants.

She picked up the ants on the ground and a seven-star ladybug that came from nowhere, and happily held them to the Gu Po, "Look, Gu Po, there is this bug!"

Players can't use skill weapons, and those Gu worms of the Gu Po can't be brought out, but he was a Gu Po before entering the dungeon, and the skills of raising Gu have always been there.

After Shi Tianshu lost her memory, there was no organization leader or person in charge of the overall situation in this large dungeon.

It's not as good as these few high-level players who dare not come out to lead.

As for these high-ranking players, Ning Changfeng is a lone ranger, Ning Su follows his father a little more, the Gu mother-in-law devotes herself to raising Gu at school, and the human pupae master has amnesia.

Amnesiac Chrysalis is a little different from before.

She followed behind Gu Po like an innocent little girl, after picking up bugs for Gu Po, she happily hugged Gu Po's arm.

Gu Po pulled out her arms, gave her a cold look, and walked forward quickly.

She still happily chased after Gu Po, "Gu Po, what shall we have for breakfast?"

She held up Gu Po's long white hair, looked up at the sunlight shining through the white hair, "Gu Po, it's so pretty."

After amnesia, she wore no makeup, a school uniform, a white shirt and a pleated skirt, with a plain face and a clean face.

The base player was frightened by the news, the bloodthirsty female devil, at this moment, was like a simple little girl.

Ning Su remembered the human chrysalis master that night in the copy of "Pretending to be a Ghost".

Lu Yue said that for players who have completely lost their memory and are completely unfamiliar with this world, the person who first helped them and brought them to know the world is of great significance.

As for the human chrysalis master, she has no father since she was a child. In such a family, she and her sister smeared the world.

Gu Po, a powerful player who takes her to know the world and protects her, may have even more meaning.

Ning Su immediately thought that although Shi Tianshu had a father, but his father was a scumbag she hated, and now Ning Changfeng was helping her.

"..."

Ning Su looked at Ling Xiao again, and saw Ling Xiao was looking at him.

Ning Su grabbed Ling Xiao's wrist, "You can only follow me, not others, you understand?"

"I'm a very important person to you," he added.

Ling Xiao looked at him for a long time, and Ning Su felt a little guilty after watching, before he said: "I know, if I lose my follower, there is nothing..."

He pointed to Xia Ningsu's heart, and the flower god who had completely lost his memory didn't even know what a heart was, "This is it."

Ning Su: "...Yes."

When they arrived at the restaurant, Ning Changfeng and the others had already prepared meals and taken their seats.

Ning Su told them about Ling Xiao's amnesia.

"Ling Xiao lost his memory?" Ning Changfeng was as shocked as when he heard that the sky had fallen. In his heart, it was impossible for Ling Xiao to have an accident.

He paused for a while and said: "Yes, there is a possibility. Ling Xiao has been to the small dark room twice, once for the first test, and once for violating school rules. The probability of amnesia is very high twice. "

Ning Su nodded, but didn't tell him that Ling Xiao started losing his memory the night he first entered the dungeon. This is too complicated to say, and it involves Ling Xiao's background identity.

Ning Changfeng said: "We have to quickly find a way to transfer memory, or other solutions."

As Ling Xiao lost his memory, this matter became more urgent.

The ranking is announced in the afternoon, and another sixty or seventy players will enter the small black room. This time, most of them will enter the small black room for the second or third time. There will be more people with amnesia, and there will not be many players by then.

"We live in dormitories, classrooms, and restaurants every day. It may be difficult to find a way to transfer memory, or other methods." Ning Su said.

Ning Changfeng: "What do you mean?"

"If you don't enter the tiger's lair, you won't get a tiger's cub. I want to visit the little black room." Ning Su said.

He wanted to meet that monster and look for memories.

Ning Changfeng: "No! I will go too."

Ning Su: "Even Ling Xiao and the president didn't notice the abnormality, can you notice it?"

"Besides, the chance of amnesia is very low, and even if I am amnesiac, can't you still take care of me? I don't know this world at all. I am like a child. If you teach me a little bit, I will treat it as a child without a care. Little son's regret?"

Ning Changfeng: "..."

Ning Su talked about the fact that memory can be returned to top students.

Ning Changfeng said: "I have also heard that this amnesia can be cured, but it is not 100% curable, and some top students are not cured in the end, and can only start from scratch like children."

"Of course, since they have obtained other people's precious learning results for more than ten years, how can they be willing to let go." Akira Yoshizawa sneered, "And they use the intellectual memory of top students to get into a good university. Those people still need these intellectual memories as a basis to continue to take credits."

That's right, but Ning Su still has a bold guess.

"Since it is not difficult for them to transfer memory, no matter whether it is transferred from the original owner to someone else, or from someone else back to the original owner, if they encounter a very good one, will they save it and keep it?"

The players at the table were all stunned.

In this dungeon world, intellectual memory is a precious resource that can be plundered, and the resource is transactional, and the main body of the transaction is a profit-driven, inhuman business, and profiteers love to hoard it.

They are really likely to store the best intellectual memory for the children of more powerful and wealthy families in the world in the future.

Also, they may also store some memory in case of the unexpected.

Ning Changfeng suddenly asked, "Are you going into the little black room?"

Ning Su said: "If they can store memories, it is most likely that there is a small black room related to memories."

This is the "tiger son" he wants to take.

Akira Yoshizawa's eyes lit up, "What they can store must be the intellectual memory of the top students. If we can get it, why worry about 600 points in the test!"

Lu Yue: "So, this is the most correct way of life?"

"Joining Xiaohei requires a long-term plan, and we can't be impulsive." Ning Changfeng said: "Even if everything is as we guessed, even if we can get the memory smoothly, we don't know how to transfer the memory."

"To get the memory first is to scare the snake, and it is even more difficult to know how to transfer the memory. Therefore, we have to know how to transfer it first, and then get the memory, or do these two things at the same time."

Ning Su: "The instructor's black tree whip can take away the whip. The black tree whip is the same as the tree-shaped object on the small black room. It may be related to that thing to transfer the memory. We still have to enter the small black room."

Ning Changfeng: "Anyway, you have to think carefully about entering the small black room!"

Ning Su: "..."

They just had this plan, and they haven't decided how to get into the small black room yet. They didn't expect the opportunity to pass away soon.

This time the results were posted on the bulletin board earlier than last time, and they were posted during the afternoon meal time. After eating, they came here to see the results of the whole grade.

"Jiang Ming actually got 611 points!"

"What's going on? Didn't he only get 420 points in the test last time?"

"Improved nearly 200 points in a week? Impossible!"

The players around looking at the results suddenly fell silent, as if they had guessed something.

A few people followed their discussion and found that the score of the player named Jiang Ming was indeed 611 points.

Most of the players who enter the dungeon are in the bottom 100 of the grade, and most of the scores outside the bottom 100 are not good. After many years of college entrance examination, among the hundred players who have been to different horror dungeon worlds, very few can score 600 points Not much.

This test was not as difficult as the previous two. There were still only eight players, all of whom were familiar players with relatively good grades. This Jiang Ming appeared very abruptly.

Ning Su said: "He scored 420 in the last test, 132 in Chinese, 58 in mathematics, 69 in English, and 161 in comprehensive literature."

"..."

You don't remember all the players' scores, do you?

What kind of heaven-defying memory is this?

Ji Zeming paused and said: "So, his mathematics and English are weak, but this time he did very well in mathematics and English!"

It is impossible for these two subjects to improve so much in a week.

Lu Yue was shocked: "Whose memory did he transfer to?!"

Ning Su looked at Ning Changfeng, "Do you still remember the student who was dragged out of the second examination room?"

When Ning Changfeng saw Jiang Ming's grades, he immediately thought of that student.

Generally, the students who are selected to be dragged away in the examination room are the top ten students in the grade. There was an exception in the exam yesterday. A student who was ranked outside the 120th place in the second examination room was dragged away.

They discussed it at the time, but nothing came of it.

Know it now.

For players, it is not easy to get a score of 600 in the test, but it is not difficult for students who have studied in a school like Qingyi for three years. Not only the first test room, but also the second test room has students with this ability.

What's more, it doesn't have to be a student who needs to score 600 points in the exam. Jiang Ming himself is very good at Chinese, and only needs a student who is good at mathematics and English.

Ning Changfeng said coldly, "He has cooperated with the school leaders."

Jiang Ming couldn't do it alone, and the student was dragged away by the instructor in the examination room, so the school leader could only help him.

Akira Yoshizawa: "Why did the school leaders help him? He must have done something to the school leaders!"

Lu Yue: "We'll find out if we ask, maybe he knows how to transfer memory, then we have to come here without any effort."

They were just desperate to know how to transfer memory.

Ning Changfeng frowned: "This is not necessarily a good thing."

"Jingle Bell!--"

The bell for evening self-study preparations rang.

They made an appointment to ask Jiang Ming after their evening self-study, and each went to the classroom.

Same as the previous two times, during the evening self-study time, the bottom 100 students in the grade went to the small black room to reflect and write self-criticism.

Five of the bottom 100 players resisted and died when they went to the small black room last time. Two days ago, another six players jumped off the building and died, leaving eleven positions in the bottom 100, so the players who went to the small black room this time are no more Last time it was rare, several players fell into the bottom 100, a total of 70 players.

Seeing these 70 players enter the small black room, other players are also very heavy.

There are not many players who have never been to the small black house.

In the beginning, more than 80 players protected eight players with amnesia, and later it may become more than a dozen to protect [-]. Can they protect it?

The oppression in the dungeon world is getting heavier, and they are more eager to find a way to transfer memories.

During the evening self-study, many players went to Jiang Ming.

They all rushed to nothing.

When they were studying at night, Jiang Ming transferred to the dormitory.

Jiang Ming's roommate asked the dormitory supervisor, and only then did he know that he had been transferred to a single dormitory.

Qingyi Middle School has a single dormitory. There are two ways to live in a single dormitory, one is to pay a high accommodation fee, and the other is free for the top ten in the grade.

Jiang Ming's check-in was a problem at first glance.

They turned to look for him in the single dormitory on the top floor.

They knocked on several doors and questioned several students before blocking him in his dormitory.

"Jiang Ming, how did you get a score of 611?"

"Tell me, did you transfer to someone's memory?"

"You can't do this, what's wrong with sharing?"

Faced with a living example of successfully scoring 600 points in the test, the players are more anxious.

On the contrary, Ning Su and Ning Changfeng who stood at the front remained silent.

Only then did they discover that this Jiang Ming was the male player who bullied his female classmates in the Black Forest and was crushed by Shi Tianshu.

He was the first player they saw bullying the amnesiac player. He didn't dare to continue despite their warnings, so he ridiculously escaped the school inspection and didn't enter the small black room that time.

Seeing him, the two were keenly aware that something was wrong.

Sure enough, when the players were eagerly questioning Jiang Ming, and couldn't help but pull him in their urgency, the dormitory manager and the director of the Political and Education Department, who was walking on high heels, ran up.

"What are you doing! Gathering people to make trouble in the middle of the night, right?"

"Ning Su is you again! Are you finished? Are you taking the lead in bullying your classmates?"

"Student Jiang Ming said you bullied him before, this time I can't let you go! You go to the little black room to reflect!"

Ning Su: "..."

Ning Su, who was more wronged than Dou E, glanced at Ning Changfeng, who had an ugly face, "Okay, teacher."