Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

On the other side, Chu Luye came downstairs.

Although coming down to eat was just an excuse he used to avoid embarrassment, but he had a heart-to-heart talk with Mr. Zhongli as soon as he woke up, and Chu Luye was indeed a little hungry.

He dug out the toast he brought back from the last purchase from the refrigerator.

...Shouldn't it expired?

Chu Luye turned the toast packaging bag to the back and observed the production date on it.

Well, there really isn't.

He nodded in satisfaction.

So the bread machine added fried eggs, added bacon, and a simple and easy early (?) meal was ready again.

Chu Luye bit the bread and carried the plate, sat down at the dining table, and gradually calmed down.

As we all know, people tend to think about things when they are quiet.

So Chu Luye, with the bread in his mouth, couldn't help but think of the conversation he had with Mr. Zhongli before.

...What is hidden in my own memory?

To be honest, Chu Luye was curious, very curious, and couldn't be more curious.

After all, no matter who it is, after knowing that their present is the accumulation of countless modified pasts, it is difficult not to be curious about what their pasts look like.

What's more, judging from the current known information, his own countless pasts also contain countless efforts of everyone.

If it weren't for these friends, maybe my future would have been irretrievably plunged into the bottomless abyss.

Thinking of this, Chu Luye gradually slowed down his chewing movements.

He looked around furtively.

The dining room was empty, and no one could be seen in the corner of the living room exposed behind the stairs.

Except for the gusts of cold wind blowing from the open window, there was no trace of living creatures on the entire floor.

Chu Luye shivered from the cold wind.

While complaining in his heart who didn't close the window properly, he reached out and touched his forehead.

...According to Mr. Zhongli, the memories there should be related to those pasts with a high probability, and they are so important that they need to be preserved in this authority.

Chu Luye thought about the way to unlock the authority, feeling a little urgent and hard to calm down.

Since the memory he got back cannot be opened now, it should be safe to find out the real situation of the past from the authority shared with him by Mr. Zhongli.

Chu Luye touched his forehead again, but he still couldn't find any traces of such illusory things as authority.

Many messy clues swirled in his mind, and suddenly, he felt blessed, remembering the situation when he used power unconsciously in the past.

——The name is "Creation". When used by him, it can endow the inanimate clay figures with the characteristics of being possessed by life.

In this way, if he wants to get in touch with this authority, as long as he makes a "creation" like a hand-made figure, wouldn't it be fine?

Chu Luye found a feasible solution, and immediately forgot to eat, stuffed the still warm fried egg into his mouth, threw the dishes and chopsticks into the sink, and went straight into the basement.

With all the clay and tools available, Chuluye sat down in front of the workbench and thought about what he should do.

Since it is to activate that authority and see the memory of Mr. Zhongli, then...

Thinking of this, Chu Luye felt a flash of inspiration across his mind, so he unwrapped the clay at hand, and began to concentrate on moving his hands.

Use brown as the main body, silver-gray trim, black as the lens, let it dry, and then apply varnish.

——Picture machine!

Chu Luye held up the clay version of the photo camera with one hand, and posed in the pose that Doraemon would definitely appear every time he took out a new prop.

...is there no one?

Chu Luye looked around guiltily, and quietly let go of his concerns.

If you are seen, you will definitely die. In the future, you must restrain yourself and not do this kind of behavior in front of them, maintain your image, maintain your image.

Chu Luye warned himself in this way, and after a while, he happily picked up the photo camera and brought the lens to his eyes.

It's one thing to warn yourself, but before that, it's better to look at the most important memory here.

Thinking this way, Chu Luye focused his attention on the photo camera in his hand whose texture had changed to metal.

——The authority of “creation” came into force.

However, the picture of memory has not been displayed on the camera as Chu Luye imagined.

He looked at it over and over strangely, and finally aimed at the scene on the workbench, and pressed the shutter casually.

"Crack, hiss—"

A photo spit out from the camera.

What is printed on it is not a workbench full of materials and tools under the desk lamp, but a picture of Liyue Harbor bustling with people.

Chu Luye's eyes lit up, he immediately used his hand speed, and pressed the shutter several times.

The photo machine immediately started to "click" and spit out several pictures in a row.

Chu Luye arranged them in order and looked at them one by one.

Like cartoons—or comic strips—these sequential drawings show fragments of Zhongli's memories.

The viewer's perspective keeps moving, among which Mandrill appears first, then Yan Fei, Grandma Ping, Gan Yu and others.

It seems that after some conversation, the viewer's perspective moved up and down, probably nodding his head, and then the scene he saw became more and more remote, approaching the gradually desolate place.

It wasn't until a familiar building appeared in the picture that Chu Luye suddenly realized.

It's the week... no, the Golden House!

He clicked the shutter a few times, and the camera began to spit out pictures again.

As the perspective continues to move forward, the outline of the Golden House becomes clearer and larger. After a picture of the door is opened, the subsequent picture becomes the interior of the Golden House.

Chu Luye is very familiar with the place, before the game disappeared, he would come here once a week.

But this time, there was an extra creature in the golden room that he was not familiar with at first—a black cat with green eyes.

is the system.

The black cat blinked at the viewing angle, showing a completely different humble attitude from that in front of Chu Luye.

This is undoubtedly because of the master of perspective, that is, Zhongli.

Chu Luye slandered the double standards of the system while watching the system's mouth opening and closing in the screen.

But Chu Luye had no way of seeing what the system was talking about on the picture without sound or words.

He could only keep pressing the shutter button, hoping that after the meeting was over, he could get some written information from the written contract or other places.

I would have made a phonograph if I had known.

Chu Luye secretly hated in his heart.

As more and more pictures piled up on the desktop, the system black cat became visibly agitated.

The screen captures the black cat flicking its tail anxiously, the plane's ears and pupils shrinking more than once, but the main perspective is as stable as ever, and there are very few nods shaking up and down.

Finally, after a picture of a black cat drooping its head, Chu Luye saw something that could be called words.

It was a contract book with a golden light shining on its surface, and some square and elegant words flowed on it—somewhat similar to the words that Chuluye often sees on Liyue's signboards, but there are many differences.

This contract was undoubtedly written by Zhongli, and the content above was unsurprisingly stipulating the rights and obligations of both parties.

Generally speaking, Chu Luye should not be able to understand the words on this contract.

However, it seems that the shared authority makes the memory expressed in the form of pictures easier to understand. Chu Luye found that he could vaguely understand the words on it.

Great……

Chu Luye, who just remembered that he couldn't understand Liyue's characters, let out a long sigh of relief.

He finally won't be ashamed to ask what these words mean after he got Mr. Zhongli's memory.

Chu Luye picked up the picture card with the contract printed on it, and began to identify the contents with guesswork.

Well...promise to do no harm.

It should not hurt both parties, maybe add yourself?

Timed delivery...form...entrainment.

It means that the time and form of sending people over must be fixed, and something must be systematically carried.What did the system bring to him? It couldn't be this authority, could it?

Requires... memory preservation... limit.

This seems to be a restriction made by the system here, requiring restrictions on the preservation of memory.This should be why, only Mr. Zhongli will retain so many memories of the past.

Chu Luye read all the content he could understand on this picture.

Then he felt that he might still have to find time to ask what was specifically written in the contract.

Chulu sighed tiredly.

If I had known him earlier, I would have learned Chinese, maybe I could read and understand him a little better.

Chu Luye gathered a pile of pictures on the table and was about to put away the camera, but his fingers accidentally touched the shutter of the camera.

With a "click", the camera spit out another picture.

Unexpectedly, there are still memories that have not been read, Chu Luye glanced at this picture.

The background printed on it suddenly changed from the golden house in the previous picture to a psychedelic color.

It is a scene in the tide.

Chuluye realized this.

But for a while, he couldn't tell which wave it was, because according to Mr. Zhongli's words, he had already experienced many waves.

But one thing is certain, that is, since this memory is in the authority, it must not be the wave he saw with his own eyes before.

Chu Luye pressed the shutter, and the camera clicked a few times, and then began to spit out pictures again.

As if viewed from the bottom up, the psychedelic colors of the waves are like a layer of water rippling in the picture, getting closer and closer as the waves gradually recede.

Until Chuluye saw Zhongli's soft-eyed face on the water.

Zhong Li smiled lightly at the surface of the water.

As if he knew that Chu Luye would be watching this scene from outside the screen, Chi Jin's pupils met Chu Luye's eyes through the picture.

Chu Luye subconsciously tilted his head back.

Maybe it's because the water surface looks sparkling under the sunlight, or maybe it's because the color of the waves is too bright, Chuluye thinks that he can see a little tenderness from those eyes.

He began to realize that the development of things may have exceeded his expectations, and he wanted to escape here quickly.

However, the shutter was pressed in advance so that the camera was still running "click".

For the first time, Chu Luye hated himself for being so quick.

Another picture was spit out by the camera.

Chu Luye closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and understood that this time he could no longer escape.

——Even if he refuses, it must be after he sees this picture.

Chu Luye groped for a picture with his eyes closed, held it up in front of his eyes, then mustered up his courage, and opened one eye.

To his surprise, Zhongli in the picture only showed helpless eyes, just like what Chu Luye saw every time, there was no slight difference.

It's just that the piece of moonlight he saw in Zhongli's eyes that night could not have appeared more clearly in those eyes.

But this time, the background in the picture is dusk, and there is no moon for Chu Luye to deceive himself.

"Kakaka."

The camera spit out another picture.

Chu Luye, who was still in a daze, looked down subconsciously. There was a series of words printed on the picture card, which seemed to be handwritten, and the handwriting was elegant and elegant.

The shared authority seemed to play a role again at this moment, and Chu Luye understood the meaning of this string of words.

[You can do as you wish. 】