[Doomsday] The protagonist does not want to save the world

Day 12, 10:[-]pm

I lost all memory.There is a man named i71 who claims to be my boyfriend, and he looks like me.I suspect he is my clone.

Also, he is illiterate.

I go to sleep at 12:20pm.

Day 12, 10:[-]pm

I lost my memory of the day before and there was a guy called i71 who claimed to be my boyfriend.He knew that I lost the memory of the previous day, but chose to hide it from me.

I found two balls of graffiti in his pocket. According to the ink marks, it can be judged that the graffiti was drawn the day before and an hour before.

The first depicts a person and a (redacted) mollusc, superimposed on each other.

The second draws many people and the same mollusc, superimposed on top of each other.

Tonight I'll pretend to be asleep and explore further outside the house after he's gone.The time is now 12:20.

Day 12, 10:[-]pm

There was no record after 12:20 of the previous day. Obviously, I fell into a deep sleep until I woke up again at night.

It can be judged that my amnesia time is around 12 o'clock in the evening, and i71 knows this, and he will wake me up at this time to ensure that he is my boyfriend in my memory.

It might be so dangerous out there that he's worried that I'll wake up at other times and forget he's there.

Today's graffiti shows many molluscs on different people.

He really cared about me and could have taken special measures to get more information.

Duanze sorted out his thoughts, this time he held i71's hand the moment he left.

Facing his searching eyes, Duanze said, "Aren't we a couple?" He found that it was not as difficult to say as he imagined, probably because i71's ignorant eyes gave him confidence.

Duanze inserted his fingers between his fingers, clasped them tightly, and pressed them against his lips, implying, "Shouldn't you do something?"

"What are you doing?" i71's face suddenly turned red, and he glanced left and right to make sure that no god was looking here.Then he held Duanze in his arms and kissed him sweetly, "Is that okay?"

Duan Ze sighed, clasped his neck and pressed down on the bed.It's really weird to do this kind of thing to your own face.Thinking so, he leaned down and kissed i71's lips.

"not enough."

Then, what should I do? i71 was dizzy for a moment.In the past few days, after Duanze fell asleep, he was so engrossed in Duanze that even he had no memory of the day.

It can only be retrieved when God descends again.

He vaguely remembered that he still had important things to do, but the next moment his face turned red, "I, I..."

Duanze's voice was a little hoarse, and he said against his lips, "What's the matter? This is what we should do."

The i71's sanity is at stake, "No, I still have, I still have things to do."

"I want to buy medicine for you, yes, buy medicine."

From the corner of Duanze's eyes, he drifted towards the clock, and the time was approaching 12:30, but he remained awake.Sure enough, it was the ghost of i71.Duan Ze stopped.

i71 was panting, looking at him with misty eyes, as if asking him why he didn't proceed to the next step.

"Do you want to continue?" Duan Ze pressed him under the quilt. They were so close that even their breath was hot and wet.Duan Ze's meaning is obvious, i71 can only proceed to the next step if he obeys his instructions. "Tell me what's going on outside?"

i71's Adam's apple slid, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind. Within a second, the balance suddenly fell to the side that made people feel uneasy and full of unknown happiness.

"A game." i71 said, something wet and soft wrapped around Duanze's waist, "a game that will end soon."

He revealed what he could reveal in exchange for more candies.But it's a pity that his prey doesn't like this, "killing game?"

Reflecting light outside the glass window, you can see the snow dyed red outside the window.Occasionally, a corpse was dragged across the ice, but the object that dragged it could not be seen clearly.

i71 sighed regretfully, opened the curtains, and knocked on the edge of the window.The blurry shadow paused, and slammed into the corpse it was dragging.Immediately afterwards, the corpse swelled and stood up, walking towards the room like a living person.

The door was opened, and a woman stood in front of the door. She stroked the hair on her forehead, which still had a little blood on it.But this does not hinder her unique temperament, she smiled gently, "Hello, I am gentle."

Then more people rushed in. "I, I'm Zhang Yifan." The boy with a childish face said nervously.

"I pay for it."

They are all very familiar with Duanze, obviously the memory has not been lost.Only Duanze lost his memory.

i71 secretly held Duanze's hand, inserting his five fingers into his, which was a newly learned posture.He answered Duanze's doubts, "You lost your memory because I need to borrow your body."

"This is a world where memory is constantly being emptied. When I am possessed, I can get your memory. But when I leave, I will lose my memory."

"If a person is in his original body, he also cannot recall his past."

Duan Ze said, "Then why can't I enter your body." He naturally accepted this setting and asked in reverse.

i71 said softly, "Because I am a god, I don't have a body." He said, "There are many gods in this world, but now they possess different people, and we can't tell who is our companion."

"I can only possess you and rely on your memory to distinguish."

Duanze's lost memories and those few graffiti were all brought back by this explanation.He suddenly said, "But this is not the best way."

"You and I alternately take over the body to make the most of the memory, and you do other things."

He squeezed i71's chin, making him a little closer to himself. "Why, don't you want to say? Don't you want to let what happened just now continue? "

Duanze heard the sound of i71 swallowing, and there were also swallowing sounds one after another around him.Wen Rou, Zhang Yifan, Fu Xingzhi, etc. stopped their movements at some point, staring straight at Duanze.

"Your paintings are easy to understand." The god i71 is as white as a piece of paper in front of Duanze. "You are not only possessing me, but also them."

"Everyone in this room is you, right?" Duanze asked.

i71 still didn't speak, his Adam's apple slipped, but unexpectedly insisted on this matter.

Duanze let go of the hand holding his chin, and undid the first button on the collar.

!

He ignored i71's staring eyes and continued with his movements. "I can understand that even if you are possessed, the memory of what they saw with their own eyes will still remain in their body, so you plan to let them remember—"

Duan Ze didn't need to say much, the crowd rushed out of the house like a tide, and the last person even closed the door tightly.

i71 said in a small voice, "I'm afraid you will be afraid of me." He was like a monster.

Duanze buttoned up the button, and he leaned back on the chair, the expression on his face was obscured by the firelight.

i71 panicked, he knew that he shouldn't keep Duanze awake for a long time in pursuit of happiness.However, that kind of thing was so comfortable that he couldn't control himself at all.

Lord Poseidon moved towards the tribute bit by bit, put his head into his embrace, at the same time evading, and at the same time showing his goodwill with his belly exposed.He bit a button of Duanze's shirt and polished it unconsciously.

"I'm really angry." Duan Ze said, watching the creature in his arms shrink even smaller. "You treat me as your property, which is wrong."

Under i71's ignorant and aggrieved eyes, he continued, "You are my property."

Duanze leaned back and looked at i71 with raised eyebrows, "Don't you want to continue? Unbutton the buttons, this is your job."

Since the special operations team set off to the North Pole, the base headquarters has not received any news from the ship.And the video recorded for them by that strange person also stayed at the moment when Duanze was rescued after falling into the sea.

At the same time, there have been several Level 9 advanced T-virus infections around the world, and they were jointly strangled under international "cooperation". Higher T virus infections above level 10 have not been detected so far.

Lieutenant General Yan Su heard several staff members passing by chatting.

"What's that hanging around your neck?"

"Oh, this one - I bought it at the night market before, just to make sure of my peace of mind. Now that the situation is so tense, let God bless you and seek some comfort in your heart."

There is a theory widely circulated among researchers that qualitative change is terrifying. The research on T virus has been stuck at the application level, and its principle is still in the conjecture stage.

On the one hand, it is because the growth rate of the T-virus infected body is too fast, so that the base has to devote all its energy to catch up. On the other hand, the theoretical breakthrough of a new field often lies in the inspiration of a genius at a certain moment.Just as the wave-particle duality and the theory of relativity put forward.

Qualitative terror refers to the fact that during the process of quantitative change to qualitative change caused by a new theory, if human beings cannot disassemble its principle, then when the qualitative change occurs, human beings will lose all initiative and be blocked by technology.

There is no movement after level 9, which is both a blessing and a fear. If there is a qualitative change after this, then there is no future for human beings.Under such unknown fear, small superstitions are justifiable.

Yan Su's eyes inadvertently fell on the miniature god statue on the researcher's chest. The carving technique is rough, but it has a charm.

The god was smiling, with a kind face, exactly the same as Yue Lao in the video in his office.

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