Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

Jiang Jian stared at Zhong Xun's eyes with ecstasy, and there was a drop of clear tear at the corner of the blushing eyes, which he forcibly held back, a faint envy rose in her heart, envy for his talking eyes, envy for everything he could perceive mood.

But envy does not hinder his judgment——

Seeing Zhong Xun this time, he really became very strange.

"Are you okay?" He asked carefully, "Did you feel wronged during the punishment?"

Recently, his understanding of feelings has gone a long way compared to before, and finally met Zhong Xun's emotional outbursts, so he put all his energy into caring for him.

Zhong Xun closed his eyes forcefully, and the moisture in the corners of his eyes suddenly disappeared.

Open your eyes again, looking clear.

Jiang Jian couldn't understand what his red eyes meant.

It's not grievance, it's not sadness, it's the bitterness and jealousy that he suppressed for many days, the desire to stir up, an extremely primitive possessive instinct and desire that he strongly suppressed.

"It's okay, I'm just too tired." He stretched his legs while suppressing his voice, "I haven't had a good rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Jian put down his wine glass and walked in front of him.

Jiang Jian felt that Zhong Xun's complexion was unnatural, he bent down suspiciously, and raised his hand: "You don't have a fever, do you?"

The cold palm fell on his scorching forehead, Zhong Xun trembled all over, and subconsciously poked his neck forward, as if he wanted to stick it up, so as to be close to those hands.

However, Jiang Jian didn't notice Zhong Xun's intimate behavior.

His eyes flicked across his hands, and some fragmentary memories that he hadn't lost since he became a guest seemed to be held together one by one by these hands.

The part of his "colleague" in his memory still has no face, but now his subconscious mind can consciously substitute Cheng Zhongxun.

When they were still working together, Zhong Xun was not a person who sat comfortably in the office, and all the literary affairs fell on Jiang Jian's head, and he was either on the field, or for the sake of the field.

They are probably all people with missions, but they can't think of anything now.

Fortunately, the scenes in Lao Huang's memory of the aromatherapy can be counted as circumstantial evidence.

Thinking about it now, it seems that Zhong Xun has not changed.

Always on the front line, always full of energy, even if you only sleep for two hours, you can still show up in the office with a bunch of snacks as passionately as if you had beaten ten tons of chicken blood.

In the past, he thought that he and Zhong Xun were just nodding acquaintances, he was reticent and silent, and he didn't know much about Zhong Xun's life.

Never before can he see his exhaustion at a glance like now.

His body temperature is normal, but the corners of his eyes are extremely red, which does not rule out the possibility that he is overworked.

"Go back and rest." Jiang Jian put down her hands and said softly.

Zhong Xun looked up at him motionless.

With an almost stubborn resistance in his eyes, he rejected his proposal.

Go back and rest?Don't think about it.

He managed to crawl out of hell to see him. If he returned to his one-acre three-point apartment, he might not know when he would see him next time.

"No, I'll just rest here for a while." Zhong Xun shook his head, took a deep breath, and grabbed Jiang Jian's wrist hanging by his side, "If you have nothing to do later, can you stay with me for a while?"

He didn't realize that there was a hint of imperceptible longing in the end of his voice.

However, the air was silent for a moment.

Then Jiang Jian pulled away from his palm, turned and left.

He seemed to have said something, but the jazz music in the bar overshadowed his voice, leaving only a buzzing sound in Zhong Xun's ears.

Zhong Xun was taken aback for a moment, and the air pressure in his body instantly sank.

He didn't dare to look at Jiang Jian's back, took up the wine glass that he had just drank in a gulp with both hands, lowered his head trembling slightly, and carefully placed his fingers on the edge of the glass.It seems like that can touch him.

In order to maintain the consistency of the character design, most of the guests will still use the character design in the studio center.But in fact, guests who are not on the show are not bound by their own personalities.

But without Jiang Jian's personality, what reason would he have to approach him so that he wouldn't look abrupt?

"You should drink more hot water in this state, the wine is for you to taste, don't spoil yourself anymore."

The familiar voice came back again, Zhong Xun looked back in surprise.

Jiang Jian walked over leisurely, holding a steaming glass in her right hand and putting it on the table, with a blanket under her left arm.

Approaching, he pushed Zhong Xun's leg with his knee: "I didn't expect that the old man could borrow a blanket here, cover it up and have a good sleep. You go in, it will be noisy if you sit outside."

Zhong Xun moved in and saw him sitting down next to him, and gently threw the blanket on him as he said, "Go to sleep, I'll accompany you."

Zhong Xun's eyes trembled, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He unfolded the blanket and covered himself, breathed a sigh of relief, and closed his eyes contentedly.

The innermost booth in the entire small bar was occupied by the two of them, and no one dared to step forward easily.Just after Jiang Jian went to the bar to give instructions, the background music was also replaced with a gentle and soft ballad.

Zhong Xun slightly bent his legs, lay on his side on the booth, and fell asleep.

The silver hair slightly touched Jiang Jian's leg.

Jiang Jian raised her hand, picking at Zhong Xun's curled hair, her eyes erratic.

Not far away, the old man wiped the cups one by one, smiled at him, put down the rolled up cuffs, loosened the neckline, turned and left with a tray.

Then a young bartender took his place and started welcoming new guests.

Looking at the bartender after the shift, Jiang Jian couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

In this sky-high broadcasting center building, apart from the guests who have to follow the people's schedule to participate in the show from time to time, how do these service personnel get in?

"Squeak-"

Pushing away the room that no one has stepped in for a long time, the jerky sound of the door opening makes people's ears hurt.

He walked in with the tray steadily, walked around the huge and bottomless cage-shaped glass cover, and walked towards the bright eyes on the bed deep in the room.

He put the tray on the round table two steps away from the living room and bowed slightly.

"You're awake. Would you like some lemonade?"

The person on the bed yawned long, the gray gown was slightly open, revealing the slender neck and the dense tattoos on the collarbone.He lifted the quilt casually, walked to the round table barefoot, picked up the lemonade, and took a sip.

"It's not sour enough." The man drank it without changing his face, then turned his head and asked, "Is it stable during this time?"

"Someone in the hall questioned that the ranking algorithm has been dealt with, does that count?" He picked up a knife from the tray, cut another slice of lemon, and squeezed it into the man's cup, "You're skinny again."

It's been a long time since I saw this man who secretly stands at the top of the pyramid in the studio center is almost out of shape.

The cheekbones are high and straight, and the eye sockets are deeply sunken.

"I'm used to it." The man snorted lightly, "Have you had any fun recently?"

He tilted his head and thought for a while, and he didn't know what he thought of, and the old voice let out a faint laugh: "Zhong Xun cried, does it matter?"

There is a magnifying mirror on the wall of the innermost booth, so that he can observe the dynamics of various positions in the bar.

The picture of Zhong Xun with red eyes is really rare to see.

"Oh? Can he still cry now?"

The man clicked in the air, and a dark blue light screen appeared in front of him. He clicked a few times casually, and directly exported the real-time uploaded backup file of Zhong Xun's exclusive scene record.While waiting to load, he teased, "I thought apart from Jiang Jian, there was nothing he could have..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The shots from different angles are arranged in six horizontal and vertical directions, and 36 dynamic video frames are displayed in front of the man.

In almost every shot, there is another person standing beside Zhong Xun.

The bartender saw the man's eyes light up with his own eyes.

He stared intently at Jiang Jian on the screen, as if a falcon was bound to stare at its prey, with great interest.

"It looks like it's the real thing. It seems that the ones prepared for Zhong Xun before are not enough to confuse the real ones, tsk." The man said to himself.

After a while, he looked at the bartender again: "Hey, tell me, if I want to know why he is crying, do I have to watch all the videotapes of these shows... Well, thinking about it will make me so troublesome."

The bartender lowered his eyes and said: "I heard that there are always problems with the memory shielding system on the coordinator's side. Zhong Xun was also stimulated by the coordinator for a three-day dormancy period. They are afraid of Zhong Xun's state fluctuations." It will affect the stability of other guests, and I want to upgrade the memory shielding system, but there is no progress."

"Oh, what kind of AI waste." The man said contemptuously, "Go and ask Qin Yun and Qin Han, who is free to take over?"

The bartender choked: "Qin Han was imprisoned for leaving his experimental research in the world he supervised, and he hasn't come out yet. Qin Yun...is dead."

The man was slightly stunned: "Did you die inside?"

"Yes." He pointed at the 36 light screens, "These two did it."

Suddenly a deep breaking sound sounded, and the bartender followed the sound to look at the glass covering in the center of the room.

It covers a huge tree. In the man's room, only the dense canopy can be seen, and the trunk and branches are covered with vines.After the cracking sound, a leaf sank slowly from the top of the treetop, sinking into the bottomless ground.

"Leaves are falling again... no wonder. Did you see it?" The man took a sip of lemonade, gritted his teeth, and was satisfied with the acidity, "Zhong Xun's main consciousness is resisting the fusion with the tree. What is the use?"

"But he's unstable...do you still want him to be an energy source?"

"That one is by his side, can the blocked memory be stabilized? To be honest, I didn't expect him to be half awake all the time."

The man touched his chin, squinted his eyes and looked into the screen. Jiang Jian was holding the girl's hand tightly on the cliff on the verge of death.

The image of him dying made his blood race.

The heart under the bony body was also beating more and more vigorously.

"Don't block Zhong Xun's memory anymore." He raised his lips and smiled brightly, "Another way of thinking, if we keep Jiang Jian, can't we keep him?"

He cast his gaze on the giant tree.

This tree is quite suitable for making Jiang Jian's coffin.

"General."

Jiang Jian has no regrets about falling, and the picture is poor, "handsome" and "general" stand far away from each other.

Looking at the chess game, Zhong Xun suddenly realized that no matter what his next move was, he would be eaten by Jiang Jian.

He sighed softly and ended the round neatly.

The two walked out of the room and glanced at the points in unison.

"If it wasn't because you were going to buy a replay of the guest show, I wouldn't have come to these places." Zhong Xun snorted softly.

"But I've said thank you many times." Jiang Jian blinked, "I don't know how Wen Sidai saved so much money to watch the replay."

It's rare that he didn't immediately enter the next show, Jiang Jian wanted to try to find out some commonalities in world construction from previous shows.But it was a waste of money to buy replays. He spent a long time watching it safely, and it was only enough to buy three episodes.

So far, Wensidei, an intelligence madman, has been equated with the invisible rich woman in Jiang Jian's heart.

"She also buys and sells information, you forgot." Zhong Xun shrugged, "I haven't seen those two for a long time."

"The hidden reward from Wensidei can help Xiao Song, so I probably pestered her to help." Jiang Jian suddenly thought that Zhong Xun was also a person who had experienced the hidden mission, "What is your reward?"

Zhong Xun shook his head and said angrily, "It's nothing interesting, just return Song Zhifan's points to me."

With that said, Zhong Xun stopped in front of a door.

Jiang Jian looked over, and the name of the game was written on the door: Extreme Speed ​​and Wild Racing.

Zhong Xun tilted his head: "I've been with you for so long, why don't you go around with Brother Lang?"

"..." Jiang Jian took a step back, "I refuse."

Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows and bullied him. Just as he was about to grab Jiang Jian to prevent him from escaping, suddenly the wristbands of both of them lit up.

[Congratulations on being selected as a guest on the next program, which will be sent in 10 minutes.Guests who are not in the public lounge are invited to stand by. ]

Jiang Jian took a look at Zhong Xun, fearing that he would take her 10 minutes to drive around at extreme speed, so she turned around and ran towards the elevator.

Zhong Xun shook his head helplessly, and stepped up to keep up.

10 minute later.

Everything in the public rest hall disappeared, replaced by a vast snowfield.

The sun shone golden on the snow.

Jiang Jian felt dazzled and looked away slightly.

The system notification pops up in due course——

[Welcome to the town of Tarina to participate in the <Gold Mediator> program.In this program, you need to draw up your own identity according to the era and environment. All guests need to solve problems for all residents in Taria Town, maintain a warm family, harmonious neighbors, and build a happy town together.

Points can be obtained for each problem or dispute resolved. When the accumulated points of all guests reach 1 points, the recording of the program will end. Players who survived the recording can return to the studio to settle the score.Guest points are accumulative, I wish you a happy recording and cooperation!

PS Pay attention not to violate your own absolute personality when creating your own identity.

The PS program group does not guarantee the personal safety of the guests. ]

"I understand the truth, where is the town?" Jiang Jian frowned, and sneezed in the cold wind, "The town I can see with the naked eye is... 10 kilometers away from us. It's still in the valley."

They are currently located in the snowy highlands, looking down, only a densely packed building in the middle of the valley can be called a "town".

And farther away, the scene is still a little blurry.

I don't know if I can only see it when I get to the town.

"Come on, get in the car."

Jiang Jian was still observing the terrain, but when he looked back, Zhong Xun was sitting in the sled behind him, with a group of Alaskan sticking out their tongues at him tied to the reins.

Jiang Jian: "...?"

So he must follow Zhong Xun in the racing car today? !

The author has something to say:

Zhong Xun: Sooner or later you have to get up my car (smile)

Jiang Jian: ...

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The third dungeon is officially opened!

Just to be clear, it is Brother Xun who is really "recovering memory". Jiang Jian got Zhong Xun's identity completely by deduction, and he himself has not recalled more things.