Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

Who is that?

Zhong Xun wanted to go forward, but he didn't dare to approach.

The man was taller than him, with a muscular figure. When he leaned over a little, Jiang Jian seemed to be surrounded by him, covering him tightly, and he couldn't see clearly what the two people behind the wide back were doing. something.

He clearly knew that this was an "illusion" unique to the punishment room, but his heart still shook violently.

How long has he been away from Jiang Jian's world?

Even he himself didn't know how long he had been away from Jiang Jian's world.

So he is not sure at all whether someone will take his place and get along with Jiang Jian day and night, whether someone will persevere in showing his presence in front of him like him, and he is not sure whether the cold Jiang Jian will treat another People burst into smiles.

By the way, laugh...Jiang Jian will laugh.

To be honest, he didn't know about Jiang Jian's flaws in emotional perception and expression, and thought that he just hated himself from the bottom of his heart, and always looked indifferent and indifferent.

Who taught him to smile?It's not him after all.

So, it's not necessarily an impossible scenario for him.

In the days of Jiang Jian's life when he was absent, these are likely to be true.

He didn't forget Jiang Jian's words, Zhong Xun was his "second" friend at best, and the colleague who wanted to take him to watch the fireworks was Jiang Jian's first friend in life.

Zhong Xun clenched his fists and approached the two people who were being intimate, his face was gloomy, he was going crazy with jealousy.

"elder brother."

It was the first time he heard Jiang Jian's cold voice become waxy and soft, his heart skipped a beat, and his back was like frost.

"It's work, don't go too far, brother."

Stop calling, stop calling, stop calling!

Zhong Xun begged in pain, and stretched out his hand to step forward.

A strange voice suddenly sounded in the quiet space, like a long and passionate kiss.

Zhong Xun's fingertips twitched, and he could no longer control his heart.

give him back to me...

don't touch him...

let him go!

He rushed forward to separate the two people, but the moment he touched the man's shoulder, the scene in front of him dissipated into the air like a puff of smoke.

Zhong Xun stood there in a daze, spreading his palms.

The blue smoke wrapped around his fingers several times, gradually flickering into a mosaic, and disappeared piece by piece at the fingertips.

Backstage.

The coordinator and No. 006 quietly observed the punishment room, and soon the monitoring data on the screen began to change drastically.

"The contraction force of the heart increases, the heart rate increases, the secretion of thyroid hormone increases instantaneously, and the alveoli are also expanding." No. 006 simultaneously recorded several other data, "Is he... angry?"

"He can still be angry? It's really rare. I thought he was always a fool, and he was a high-flying person who had nothing to do with him." The coordinator curled his lips.

It's a pity that they can only see Zhong Xun alone in the surveillance, seeing him shouting into the air, waving his arms, and moving his body, but they can't see the scene that Zhong Xun himself saw.

"What is he going through?" No. 006 couldn't help asking, "Why can't we see the contents of the punishment room? Do you want to protect the privacy of the guests?"

The coordinator snorted slightly, laughed at his naive thoughts, and said, "That's not true, because the scene in the punishment room was directly imaged on his retina through a special stimulus, captured by the nervous system and transmitted to the brain to make people 'see', we It is a picture that cannot be captured, and only the punished himself can perceive the scene as if he was there, and at the same time interfere with and affect the sense of hearing, touch and even pain."

"You didn't know this until you became the coordinator?"

"Yes, anyway, you can only listen to it from me, don't even think about telling others, these contents are restricted, and you can't even say a single string."

No. 006 thought that he was awesome as No. 001 and followed Zhong Xun sideways in all the shows, but recently he had more contact with the coordinator and found out that he was just a wage earner under the jurisdiction, and he was only responsible for those who were assigned to him. He is well aware of the work and authority, and has little knowledge of other situations in the entire studio center and program group.

His voice was muffled: "But what are they based on to create the most realistic scene to torture the guests?"

"Of course it is memory. Although the punishment room exists independently of the recording system, the data on both sides is connected. After being blocked by us, each guest's existing memory data set is captured by the punishment room in batches. As for how they analyze it , How to achieve it is just hearsay, the core design of the punishment room construction, AI with any authority in the record system has no way of knowing."

After finishing speaking, the coordinator thought for a while: "Oh, it seems that only my predecessor knows."

"Where did the last one go?"

"I'm not sure about this. I guess it's a promotion?" The coordinator's voice was a little nervous, "I said brother, can you concentrate? I feel that your guest is going to blow up. His mood is too unstable. He Instability is a very dangerous thing..."

"I know!" No. 006 wanted to cry, but he called out the duration of the punishment: "But I have to stay in it for a full 48 hours!!!"

Penalties vary in length depending on the seriousness of the violation of the program's rules.

Usually, the punishment time for a guest who breaks the character design is mostly concentrated between 2-6 hours. The punishment time for passive or unconscious violation of the character design will be slightly lighter, and the punishment time for subjective violation of the character design will be doubled.

Last time, because he didn't know about Jiang Jian's character, he was only punished for 55 minutes.

And this time, it's the first time I've seen No. 006!

"What? Is there a grudge against us in the punishment room? Zhong Xun's personal stability should be the highest priority. What's going on with their algorithm?!"

The coordinator didn't seem to expect this to happen, and said seriously, "Liu Liu, get ready."

The penalty room also has restrictions on their field notes.

When the guests entered the punishment room, the field manager could not communicate with the guests and provide help through the wristband device.

Only when the guest is in a state of near-death mentality, or when the vital signs indicate extreme danger, is the external force of the scene recorder allowed to intervene.Therefore, No. 006 can only monitor Zhong Xun's vital signs with a high degree of concentration, and is ready to protect him with external force at any time.

punishment room.

Zhong Xun watched Jiang Jian and the other man disappear, and slowly squatted on the spot alone, with loss and pain in his eyes.He lowered his head, like a large dog lost with its owner, quietly waiting in place for someone to come back and find him.

Jiangfeng blew his neckline.

Zhong Xun raised his eyes and found that the scene around him had changed again.

Through the last punishment, he already knew that everything in front of him was an illusory scene created to destroy people's will, and he couldn't leave before the time was up, and he couldn't hide those scenes by himself.

The only way is to remain firm in your heart.

He comforted himself, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and made full mental preparations to face everything he was about to face.

But he broke his defense the moment he opened his eyes.

The street lights were dim, and snowflakes fell from the night, falling on Jiang Jian's eyebrows.

Jiang Jian stood on tiptoe, hung the scarf around the man's neck, and wrapped it tightly with a smile on her eyes.The man's only exposed eyes were also covered by the broken hair on his forehead. He helped Jiang Jian to turn around, and wrapped him in his arms from behind.

They stood by the river, and the sightseeing ship on the river passed slowly.

The two chewed their ears and whispered, but both looked at the river.

Zhong Xun turned his head suspiciously.

Looking back at the moment, colorful fireworks exploded in the sky.

Grand and gorgeous.

Zhong Xun suddenly thought of the rooftop of Shuguang No. [-] Middle School, the sun stretched their shadows long.

"What did you wish for?"

"My friend promised to take me to the riverside to watch the fireworks. I hope it will come true. If possible, let's go together."

What a "we are together".

The river wind blows people's minds, and the fireworks confuse people's faces.

He watched them kiss under the fireworks, and saw Jiang Jian's flushed cheeks and misty eyes.

Zhong Xun hugged his knees and buried his head in them.

If he didn't look at it, the picture appeared desperately, even if he closed his eyes, he could still see it.

The man answered the phone, with an apologetic expression on his face, rubbed Jiang Jian's head, and left in a hurry, while Jiang Jian stood there, looking at the direction the man left, standing upright until he disappeared at the end of the road. Turn around and walk in the opposite direction.

While walking, Jiang Jian suddenly stopped in place.

The snow was falling heavily, and it fell on his shoulders and head one after another, as if burying himself into a snowman.

He actually started to unbutton and take off his coat.

What is he doing?

Zhong Xun raised his head in confusion, only to find that he was standing right in front of him.

The heart beats heavily in the cramped ventricle and frantically dances.

He was a little afraid that Jiang Jian in front of him would suddenly pull out a knife and stick it in his heart to complete the most heroic chapter of this punishment.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jian knelt down slowly and put her coat on him.

Zhong Xun opened his mouth and held back for a long time before saying, "What are you doing?"

I saw Jiang Jian pointing to the thin shirt on his body, and said softly: "It's winter, keep warm. I didn't bring anything with me when I went out today, so I can't give you money or buy something hot to eat, just let it go .”

"..."

Zhong Xun grabbed Jiang Jian's hand that was about to be withdrawn in a panic, and saw that he frowned almost invisibly. He was too familiar with that expression. It was like this when he rejected physical contact with people.

Zhong Xun felt a sharp pain in his heart, and carefully withdrew his hand.

Looking at the back of Jiang Jian leaving, there was a trace of ulterior nostalgia and delusion when he looked at the palm from the corner of the eye.

He didn't close his eyes again until the scene disappeared.

Holding his neck with both hands, he breathed heavily.

It turned out that the most painful thing was not that he went to others or hurt himself.

Love and hatred are not as good as strangers.

After Jiang Jian left from the bartender, he couldn't find Zhong Xun all night.He was worried for no reason, and couldn't sleep well at night.

No. 099 specially picked some lullabies for him.

Zhong Xun's people were never seen, but the next day Jiang Jian bumped into Wen Sidai taking Song Zhihui for breakfast in the dining area.

Winsted sat opposite him with milk and toast: "Morning."

Jiang Jian put down the spoon: "Good morning."

She changed into a long black dress, which was exactly the same as when Jiang Jian saw her in the studio for the first time, solemn and mature.Her eyes fell on Song Zhihui who was picking fried chicken nuggets from the buffet rack not far away.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Wensidei ask: "I said, are you and Zhong Xun, the young couple, planning to let me raise this child?"

The author has something to say:

Old Zhong: So my wife treats me like a beggar

Dai Dai: Don't cry, you fucking come out and take care of the baby! ! !

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There needs to be some foreshadowing for all the hardships... Lao Zhong couldn't hold back his tears