you turned on the love game

There are only vague images in the memory of the brain.

But when you see this vertical drawing, you can't control the tears.

why?

Your vision was blurred by the water, and you turned your head to calm the turbulent emotions in your heart, then wiped away the tears, and then turned your gaze to the standing drawing on the screen again.

The boy's cheeks were fair and clean.

It seems to be able to see the clear moonlight reflected on it.

Why is there nothing on the face?

This thought flashed through your mind, but the next second you became puzzled and lowered your head to think in puzzlement.

His face... Could there be something?

You put aside this doubt, click on the detailed character information, and slowly fix your gaze on the column of the name.

[Name: Hisoka Moro]

With a slight tremor in your heart, you put your hands on your chin, cover your lips with your fingers, then move your lips slightly, silently saying the name.

- "Sisso"

An inexplicable sense of familiarity wells up in your heart, but you just can't remember it.It's like a thick wall between the memory and the subconscious.You stand here, and the memory is left there.

You guess, your memory probably has a problem.

And not only that.

From waking up after this treatment to returning to the room, until now, you obviously feel that you are being watched the whole time, and there are uncomfortable sights penetrating you from every corner at any time.

So you just blocked your own lips.

Avoid someone discovering your unusualness through surveillance.

You find that the fuzzy part of your memory is limited to this game, and part of the game process. Before that, your life in the research institute was clear, but you didn't feel that you were being watched at that time.

Subconsciously, you want to tap your fingers on the table to think, but you endure it when you realize that there is surveillance in the room.

Have these surveillances only appeared since this treatment?

Or did it exist before, but you didn’t notice it at all at the time, but after the treatment this time, your senses became more sensitive?

You click on the identity selection page and look at three different identities.

"Big Rotten Fruit"【】

"Unsaved Rotten Fruit"【】

"Little green fruit"【】

The first identity "Linna", you still have a little impression, but the second "Lucia" and the third "Martha" let you go back to the foggy mind when you saw the name "Sisuo" felt it.

Once again, you are sure that something is wrong with your memory.

Especially the second identity "Lucia Moro", this must be a very important identity.Not only because the surname is exactly the same as "Siso" and "Linna", but also because...

Every time you say the name silently in your mind.

There will suddenly be a familiar trembling feeling in the depths of the soul.

— as if it should belong to you by nature.

But why don't you remember the identity of "Martha", is there any similarity between it and "Lucia"?

You repeatedly check the introductions of the two identities, one is the eldest lady of the Black Dao family, and the other is a circus girl who grew up in a slum, there is no similarity between them.

Since it is not a matter of identity.

That should be the reason for you as a player...

If you admit that you are "Lucia" when using the identity of "Martha", wouldn't the two have something in common?

You lowered your eyelids, hiding the dark emotions in your pupils.

Although these are just guesses, what is certain is that this game must have caused you to have some changes from before, which will make the research institute tamper with your memory.

And the most important point.

Is this place really an institute for treating diseases?

Are you... really sick?

"what is she doing?"

In the monitoring room, Pauline crossed her arms and looked at the girl in the picture. The girl was sitting at the desk with her head bowed and motionless, as if she was thinking about something.

"Andrew, are you sure the Amnestics were successful? "

The man rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, and said tiredly: "I'm sure..."

"But her reaction is not right..."

"That's more likely a hangover from the second cleaning."

Andrew's tone was flat: "As I said, her mental state is not suitable for a second cleaning, and I don't know what will happen."

The woman warned in a deep voice: "Andrew, pay attention to your attitude."

He sighed for a long time, fell loosely on the back of the swivel chair, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "Well, you are the boss and you have the final say. I really don't know what will happen."

Pauline frowned and looked at him for a while, knowing what he said was true, and turned her gaze back to the girl in the surveillance camera.

The head that was drooping just now has been lifted up, with the familiar "Sara" smile on the face, and the right hand is still holding the mouse - although in the eyes of the two, the girl is just holding a ball of air.

"Look, isn't this back to normal?"

Andrew waved his hand casually, and said, "You're just too nervous. The key word of "Amnesiac" is "Lucia Moro" the same as the first time, and she will forget the memories related to this name. "

"She's 'Sara' now, unmistakable. "

Pauline ignored Andrew's speech, and still stared straight at the girl in the picture. She didn't look away until she couldn't see anything unusual: "I have other things to deal with, so you take care of her."

"OK, great Lady Pauline."

The woman walked towards the exit, turned back halfway and said, "Andrew..."

After the man looked over, she said coldly: "After you choose to join the Estoraneo family, it is impossible to turn back. Let go of your meaningless soft-heartedness, it will kill you sooner or later."

"..." The sound of high heels trampling on the ground gradually faded away. Andrew glanced at the surveillance screen on the big screen again, shrugged, smiled indifferently, took out his phone and started looking at other things.

"Well... let's watch the football game first."

You didn't ponder for too long, you kept the smile that "Sara" should have on your face, and you moved the mouse to select other strategy character lines.

——"Sweet-toothed kid who is good at digging out the heart"

[The character line can only be changed after reaching the normal ending]

[All characters can get the final reward after reaching the normal ending...]

【Are you sure? 】

"OK" [Yes]

You have a hunch.

Maybe you can find what you want in this game.

It's a pity that the character line that has already been cleared cannot be selected again, otherwise you will definitely be able to retrieve the lost memory if you play the fruit farm line again.

Click to continue the game.

Two different identities pop up on the interface.

【Practice Butler】

【Private Maid】

You chose "Housekeeper" without hesitation, and a few warm reminders popped up on the screen as usual, and then you waited for a short time.

【Games start】

【Your name is Sophia】

【You are the child brought back from Meteor Street by the Beating Enemy Family of the Kukulu Mountain in the Republic of Batokia, and you are competing with 100 other children for the position of the butler trainee...】

【Today is your final assessment day】

You open your eyes and find yourself lying on a hard bed, and the memory of this body gradually emerges in your mind.

This body is currently six years old.

At the age of four, she was selected by the Dadi Hakka family.

The children selected by the Beat Enemy on Meteor Street all have two things in common, good fighting aptitude, and voluntary loyalty to the Beat Enemy, and the corresponding Beat Enemy family can also provide learning opportunities.

If you can't become a butler intern, you can also choose to become a servant of the enemy, and you are also allowed to live in Kukulu Mountain.

"you're awake?"

The black girl sitting cross-legged at the end of your bed turned her head and looked over.

You put your eyes on her: "Thank you, Kanalia."

The black girl was the friendliest kid of the time.

You were severely injured in the penultimate round of the assessment yesterday, and you were unwilling to report your injuries and lose the opportunity to assess. If you wanted to get through, Kanalia silently guarded the end of your bed to prevent sneak attacks during the same period.

"You stopped your heartbeat several times in the middle of the night, and you lost your breathing for a long time just now. I thought you were dead."

Kanalia looked at you calmly, "Congratulations, you are still alive."

You lowered your eyes and touched the serious injury on your abdomen. You have recovered rapidly since you came to this body, and you can no longer see the injury at all.

You are indeed alive.

But "Sophia" probably died before you came.

Before you could respond, Kanalia jumped out of the bed and walked towards the door, then turned her head and said the last sentence to you: "Mr. Wutong said that today he is fighting a ferocious criminal, and he might die."

After speaking, she opened the door and left.

You got out of bed and tried the aptitude of this body, it's not bad.

"It's only slightly worse than "Martha"..."

Your unfinished voice stopped abruptly, and your actions also stopped in place.

You said this sentence completely subconsciously, but now you recall it carefully and it has turned into a blank state where you can't remember anything.

"Forget it, take your time."

Your final test is to defeat thirty criminals.

They all poured out from the gate of the prison, holding knives of different lengths in their hands, and they rushed towards you like hyenas with fierce eyes.

"Let's go together, as long as we kill this little girl, we can leave this ghostly place of beating the enemy!"

There are no training scenes in your current memory, but when faced with a large number of attacks, you don't panic at all, and you can flexibly shuttle between their attacks.

In the lost memory, you must have received combat training.

The size of a child provides great convenience. You quickly remove the arms of most of the people present, and they lie on the ground crying, leaving only the last big man standing not far away with sweat on his forehead.

Before you could get close, he suddenly knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"Please—let me go!"

Your steps froze suddenly.

Different memory fragments suddenly flashed in my mind.

In a closed room, with a huge photo frame where you can’t see the patterns clearly, a man you hate kneels down and weeps in front of you:

"Miss, please, I can't help—"

The screen quickly jumps, and inside the research institute near the exit, the researchers in white coats knelt down in fear:

"Sarah! No, no, Lucia, I never hurt you, I was only responsible for recording data! I couldn't bear it, so I didn't accept the task——I swear I won't tell the truth, or I'll be burned alive!"

"Lucia, please! I have a six-year-old at home!"

"Thank you! Thank you for letting me go!"

……

"Come on! Come on!"

"Grab SGP-001! She wants to escape!"

……

You stood there in a daze, and the big man who begged for mercy realized that something was wrong with you, and quickly got up from the ground.Holding a sharp dagger in his hand, he rushed towards you with a ferocious expression: "Go to hell!"

You didn't move, until the dagger was about to stab your chest, you suddenly grabbed the big man's wrist, twisted it hard, and the sharp dagger pierced his heart in reverse.

Before he could show a surprised expression, he fell to the ground.

You looked down at his corpse, thinking of the memory fragments that appeared in your mind, a chuckle suddenly escaped from your throat: "It's disgusting."

You lower your eyes, leave here over his corpse, and see the butler waiting at the exit.

"You have improved a lot since yesterday."

"..." He didn't need your answer. After cleaning his glasses, he said to you, "You are qualified. From today onwards, you will be in charge of the road from the gate of the underworld to the courtyard, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. "

"Continue to receive butler training at a fixed time."

"Okay, Mr. Indus."

There is an endless road from the Gate of the Underworld to the Garden of Beating the Enemy. There is an open stone gate in the middle of the road. You are responsible for guarding this stone gate to prevent outsiders from entering.

However, there are usually no outsiders breaking in here. The last time someone broke in was decades ago.

You just stand in this place every day in a daze.

The memories that appeared during the final assessment did not disappear, but became more and more profound as time went by, mocking your naivety at any time.

You will only fight back against those who have hurt you, but you never thought that those who have not hurt you are not "don't want" or "unwilling" they keep saying, but "no chance".

That was your stupidest tenderness ever.

The sun was setting, and the orange-red sunset covered the entire sky. Even the light cast by the setting sun was red. The surface of the dark green lawn was covered with a thin layer of red, which looked like dried blood.

You stared down at the thin red patch of grass, and murmured softly, "Do you want to be burned alive?"

"No problem, I will definitely satisfy you."

Suddenly, a small stone was thrown from the big tree behind, and at the same time, a young boy's voice sounded: "Are you new here?"

You looked back, startled for a moment, and your indifferent expression slowly melted away.

The silver-haired boy sat cross-legged on the tree trunk, with a skateboard erected beside him, staring straight at you with big cat-like eyes, full of curiosity.

The rays of the sun fell on the ends of his hair, like deliberately dyed red.

Coupled with his curious expression, you feel inexplicably familiar, as if you have seen a similar scene before, and you can't take your eyes away for a while.

He didn't get a reply for a long time, the little boy held the apple in his hand, patted the tree trunk beside him with the other hand, and asked you again in a good temper: "I said, you are new here, right, what's your name? "

"..." Just when he wondered if you couldn't speak, you looked at him and gently bent your eyes: "It's Master Qi Ya."

As if bewitched by inexplicable emotions, you slowly lifted your feet and walked under the tree, looked up at this immature little boy, and asked gently: "Master Qi Ya, are you interested in dyeing your hair red?"

"what?"

It was probably the first time he encountered such a request. He raised the apple to his mouth in shock, took a bite, and then reacted suddenly: "Ah! It was originally intended for you!"

You opened your eyes slightly in surprise, then smiled.

"Sorry, it was my fault."