Chapter 213： Finale (Part 2)

Lu Jinbei has always had nightmares lately. Sometimes after waking up, he couldn't remember the content clearly. He suddenly sat up from the bed, his back was full of soaked cold sweat, and his chest was depressed. He glanced at the time.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The bed is empty.

Ling Huan is not here.

Not at home.

Ling Huan was gone.

The previous broken nightmares overlapped like shaking phantoms, and Lu Jinbei's mind was blank, full of panic and even hard to think.

He jerked his head down and looked at his hand, panting and pressing the intact skin on his arm, as if he wanted to find some clue from above.

It was an illusion, too many nightmares made him have an illusion.

I don't know why, he can always feel the pain from time to time, accompanied by damp and cold blood.

Like he used to persevere in making a hole in it with a knife.

Leave a name.

But he can't remember when it happened, nor can he remember exactly what was in the nightmare.

"Ling Huan..." Lu Jinbei stood uneasy in the living room, turned on the light brain, and the overwhelming work news was pushed aside by him, marking the position of Ling Huan's Optoelectronics has been quietly staying at home.

Ling Huan couldn't take off the bracelet.

The location failure could only be caused by Ling Huan entering a place that would shield the signal.

He clenched his fist, and suddenly felt the shaking like an earthquake. The next second, the photoelectric that was still sluggish and flickering changed its position in an instant.

The relocation is the address in the wilderness of Ole Star.

Looking at this position, Lu Jinbei's uneasiness in his heart became more intense, and he violently pulled the jacket on the chair and walked out.

"You are born again." Ling Huan looked at Luo Sheng's eyes with chills, and he grabbed Luo Sheng's slender neck, "You weren't the protagonist of this book?"

"Have you used props to change it once in your life?"

Luo Sheng watched Ling Huan stand up completely uncontrollably, and even his strength was as terrible as he had imagined. The whole person was covered with overwhelming fear. He screamed in disbelief, but his voice was covered by tremendous force. It’s stuck in the throat and can’t get out, mixed with unpleasant coughing and drooling,

"Why... what? I obviously... Keming used props! Obviously used props! Why can you move?"

Ling Huan was indifferent to his noisy nonsense, tightened his strength, and asked coldly,

"Did you find that pen in your last life? What was the original plot in your last life? Why can you change it?"

As it became more and more difficult to breathe, Luo Sheng blushed, struggling with a grin, but was picked up by Ling Huan like a chicken, kicking on his toes but couldn't touch the ground.

The blood on Luo Sheng's face faded, and his heartbeat was deafening.

Ling Huan is going to kill him!

Ling Huan really wanted to kill him!

The strong desire to survive made him feel unreasonably vigorous, holding Lai Ling Huan's wrist with difficulty, "I'm telling you! I'm telling you all!"

The restrained force was suddenly loosened, and Luo Sheng fell to the ground like boneless, and took a big breath to relieve himself, "I was born again, my last life..."

He raised his eyes to look at Ling Huan's eyes with vague hatred and unwillingness, "The protagonist of the previous life was not me, it was you."

"Actually, I changed the name of my previous life with the props, but I don't know what went wrong and the world collapsed, so according to the script I wrote with the props, everything came back and I was born again." Luo Sheng coughed hard. , My fingertips were deeply stuck in the palm of my hand, and I didn’t feel any pain even after pinching bleeding.

"But this life is different, I modified it with props in this life."

He wanted to break his head but still didn’t understand. He turned to Ling Huan with a splitting eye, "In this life, I have clearly followed the plot from the beginning...from the very beginning, and I have left every plot point! Why is it still showing up? Question! And you, I obviously killed you and replaced you, why are you still here?"

"The plot has started to mess up, it's all messed up, the emperor died earlier than I saw the plot point, everything is ahead of schedule..." Luo Sheng muttered as comforting himself, "Fortunately, I have props."

Ling Huan frowned, "Where did your props come from?"

Luo Sheng said loudly as if he was emboldening himself, "As the protagonist, you should have gold fingers! In your previous life, you have more powerful props than me. No matter what happens, you can't be troubled. You will always be smooth sailing, career or love. , You can get whatever you want, even the most difficult-to-control public opinion can favor you one-sidedly!"

Thinking of the positive and negative reviews that I received after live broadcast in this life, there are only a few fans, and Ling Huan is just a cannon fodder in this life, and he can still compare him repeatedly when he is completely at a disadvantage. There was unspeakable irritation at the thought of this.

"The book says that you have a system, that you have a system that is biased towards you everywhere, but what about me?" Luo Sheng spread his hands out angrily, "Obviously I replaced you, but after rebirth, there was nothing! I committed suicide once. It was only after being warned by the world consciousness that I finally talked to the world consciousness. It compensated me with a conditional prop, that is, these pieces of paper that can control people."

Ling Huan lowered his eyes and looked at Luo Sheng, who was sitting on the ground madly, "Is there no price?"

He didn't believe that Luo Sheng had done so many disgusting things, and that he would harm people for two lifetimes, and he didn't even punish him at all.

"Of course there is a price. The world collapsed in my last life. I have endured so much pain caused by the collapse. I finally reborn..." Luo Sheng raised both hands and trembled. "I finally qualified to be reborn and live a long life. What does it matter to live short? I just want to live better."

"This book only tells the story for three years." Luo Sheng smiled without regret. "I can only live for three years after being reborn. Once the story ends, the world begins to function normally on its own, and the protagonist's halo brought by world consciousness Weaken, and I will die suddenly."

Ling Huan looked at Luo Sheng’s opening and closing mouth in shock, and found that Luo Sheng’s tone of voice was unprecedentedly relaxed when he said these words. When he turned to look at him, it was full of pain. Luo Sheng’s lips were pale, and he stretched towards Ling Huan. With three fingers out, there are still crimson blood stains in the teeth when he smiles.

"I just want to live a good life once."

"Three years."

"I'm satisfied to live like this for three years and be favored."

"I thought it was my chance for the props to arrive in my hands by mistake! It's mine!" Luo Sheng was excited when he said the past, his eyes were obsessed, "I didn't know the props could be so powerful, even Human lives can be changed."

"I was a steward in the palace at first."

"I don't know why the props were in the hands of the royal family in the previous life, but they seem to be hiding from someone, trying to take things out of the palace."

"They thought I couldn't see it, so they could keep the secret well. The props were finally taken out of the palace by me and held by me."

Luo Sheng pointed his eyes and laughed, "I didn't know that I would be blinded when I entered the palace. I thought I could finally live a better life, so I deliberately borrowed money to find someone to falsify my own information. , I’m not a low-level beta with a double value of d. My mental strength actually has a. Even across the wall, I can hear what they’re talking about."

"I went into the palace with a blind eye, and I was just a small steward. The general manager was a mute, he couldn't speak, but he had great desire to follow the emperor. Later I found out that ordinary people who entered the palace were not Maybe you have a good life, not being squeezed to death..." Luo Sheng pressed his lower abdomen nauseously, "I just found a way to climb up."

Beta is difficult to get pregnant. Because of his good looks, he was taken into the manager's room and put on the bed. At first, he was nauseous and panic. Later, the manager gave him benefits and asked him to go to some princes' beds. He was promoted faster than everyone else, and he heard more things than others, but every day he was alive became more and more disgusting.

"Until that day..."

"They said it was a good thing."

"When I held the pen in my hand, my eyes suddenly saw it, not only the pen, but also a book."

"I rummaged through the entire book and found that everyone is a supporting role, and it is you who wrote the whole story." Luo Sheng's eyes were scarlet, and his straight fingers could not wait to poke Ling Huan's face. "Between you and Lu Jinbei Things, you are the protagonist and the winner in life."

"And I live so painfully, there is only one line in the book, not even my name is written! I was holding that prop, and a voice said to me to change it."

"Change whatever you want."

"The pen is in my hand. What ending do I want to change? I start from the beginning. From the very beginning, these good things can fall on me." Luo Sheng laughed, "I changed everything and paid a little What does the price matter? I didn't care how long I could live."

"As a result, Lu Jinbei committed suicide in the last life, and the world collapsed. I took your place for three comfortable days..." Luo Sheng clung to the cold pipe in despair, and shouted hoarsely, "You are still **** here in this life. ..."

"I'm fed up with it, it's completely different from what I thought!" Luo Sheng seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength, he pulled his hair and started to laugh, he began to speculate wildly, "Did you get the props? ? But you haven't changed the plot yet."

Luo Sheng touched his chest. He remembered that he had spent so much effort today to get the props in one step by the early royal family but was still being picked up first. He felt that he was very ridiculous. He ridiculed himself and outlined the corners of his mouth, "I'm still alive," Not replaced by you."

He kicked the light-emitting circuit tube on the edge of his foot fiercely.

"It's all **** lying to me! I don't need props, they are all ruined! Now I am still the protagonist, and the world will collapse after I commit suicide. If you don't live a good life, you can't live it, I Don't care anymore." Luo Sheng took out the gun on his waist, converted it into the most violent quantum mode, and aimed it at his temple.

Ling Huan's pupils shrank violently, and before he could react, the line tube that had been calmly placed on the ground suddenly jumped up.

[You are not qualified to take it. 】Electronic sound is decisive, 【You don’t deserve it. 】

[This item can only be used by Ling Huan. 】

The line tube slammed the quantum gun in Luosheng's hand, pressing the person to the ground.

[Just where you saw the core yesterday, the props are in the core. The voice of the main brain sounded in Ling Huan's consciousness, as if he had made some determination to guide Ling Huan forward.

[The world cannot collapse, the props are with me, you come and get them, and I will help you control him. 】

[Ling Huan, you use props now. 】

Ling Huan crossed the line tube and walked to the side of the host. He found that the core light had dimmed a lot, and his name was still flashing after he opened it again. A compartment rose in the middle, and the small door snapped open.

There was a plain pen lying quietly inside.

He stretched out his hand to take it, and it seemed as if Luo Sheng had heard words in his ears, and these words were all directed at him.

——Go to change.

——Pay a small price and get what you want.

The voice was still bewitching, but it stopped suddenly, and the tip of the pen seemed to be injected with unblocked energy, plundering the light from the core of the main brain.

Ling Huan saw the book on the ground running towards him like long legs, lying on the ground and turning over himself, "The props were used successfully."

The mastermind said, [There is a price to pay for using props. 】

Ling Huan didn't have any discomfort, he just felt that the tears of the hot pen in his hand were about to fall, "What is the price?"

【Nothing to do with you. 】These four words are very easy for the main brain to say. Turning his screen to face Ling Huan, there is still a small smiling face on the faint light, 【Because the price does not need to be paid by you, I have paid for it for you Up. 】

[I have read this book several times. In the ending, the awakened imperial human uprising is said to have killed the mastermind and gained freedom. 】

[Ling Huan, my end should have been destroyed, but I let him advance. 】The main brain thinks, 【I seem to have ten seconds left. This is the longest time I have been awake recently. Fortunately, I had enough rest time before, and I wasted no sleep when I was with you last night. Drop. 】

[By the way, I still have a small gift. I don’t know if it will be erased after the item takes effect. 】

[Not everything will develop in a regular manner according to my program. This book and props are too weird. I am also worried that in the end, Ling Huan will be sent to the abandoned planet to fend for itself. 】

[I...] The electronic sound began to become sluggish.

[It took me a few days to cover a planet with the information network... You said it is very similar to the planet in your home. 】

[The worst thing is that if you are actually exiled in the end, you will be on that planet... You will not starve to death. Fruit trees are planted on it, but I... I searched for the seeds of these trees on the star network, but did not find a tree When it blooms...it can have two colors...]

The huge body cannot withstand the last overloaded operation, and the core is constantly exuding the cold that is completely exhausted, like a black hole that can **** people in.

The big ball of light in the palm of his hand suddenly went out, and it was covered with ugly cracks.

Originally there was a crack in the ball of light, and the second heavy blow made the crack completely deep and completely collapsed.

The deep lines spread to the innermost layer. After shaking for a few times, the huge room shook. The broken hard iron block smashed down like an avalanche, and when it was about to hit Ling Huan, it broke into light and light powder, rubbing it together. In the wind, he gently touched Ling Huan's face.

More and more light shrouded him, showing the last memory of the main brain before it disappeared.

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The white light in front of him dissipated, and Ling Huan saw a person in the empty mecha operation cabin.

When he turned around, that face stunned him.

It's himself.

He seems to be in a memory segment of the main brain, but he did not expect that the person the main brain recalled was him.

And this mecha cabin is the sky.

He saw what he had done in the memory of the main brain:

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The mech hovered in space, half of which was twisted into the edge of the dark wormhole.

Holding a book tightly in his hand, Ling Huan felt that the thing weighed a thousand pounds, and a light screen popped up in front of him.

There is a huge countdown on the light screen, and the number decreases by one every time it jumps, and the cold arc seems to mock his self-defeating ability.

The lights in the mecha also became unstable, flickering and flickering.

The sky is reporting the situation of the mecha.

[The heating energy is insufficient, the rotation speed of the frame vortex is reduced, and the tail has been drawn into the wormhole. If you do not take measures within two hours, you will die. 】The voice of the sky rarely brings a trace of anxiety, 【The route cannot be changed, the route is locked and cannot be changed. 】

"Tianxiang, it's too cold, right? Doesn't the heating work anymore?" The rack is lacking in energy, and now it's extremely difficult for the controller to turn over. Ling Huan smiled self-deprecatingly, struggling with buoyancy. Press on the narrow side window.

The outside was no longer what he liked before, but was filled with the vast and dark universe. He could not see Ole Star, nor could he see the No. 4 ship that set off with him in the morning, and he could not find that he would be with him at noon. The confluence of the No. 1 ship.

He retracted his gaze, turned on Guangnao and looked at the contact quietly.

When you swipe up and down, the total number of contacts in the upper left corner drops linearly, and rows of numbers disappear out of thin air.

The numbers on the weird light screen in front of him also plummeted, from the first four digits to three digits. At the beginning, the numbers fell extremely fast, and the more slowly, the more difficult it became when it became double digits, and it only dropped once in a minute or two.

Not only the number disappeared, but also the memories of these people.

The one who forgets at the same time is the fastest, and the one who has chatted with him is a good friend, and the one who forgets is slower.

Perhaps the slowest thing to forget is...

Ling Huan lowered his eyes, his eyes deep.

The person who forgets the slowest is probably Lu Jinbei.

I don't know if forgetting will hurt.

It is the night of December 20th.

There is one hour left, which is a new day.

If the book he got was true, he would disappear completely in an hour.

Ling Huan sighed. Now that he wants to talk, he can only speak to the smart system of the mecha. During the days when he got the mecha, he often talked to the mecha system. The response of the system was not single or boring, but rather interesting. , Like a person.

Ling Huan’s slender fingertips slid the screen, “I worked so hard to save up such a long address book, and now I can’t call any of them.”

Tian Xiang didn’t understand why he frowned, [Mr. Ling, who do you want to call? 】

"Can't fight anymore." Ling Huan laughed. His smile was not too warm. He clicked on it casually, and the interface was locked in gray, so that he could not make any commands. "Look, it's so magical."

[It won't be impossible to make a call. Is your optical brain malfunctioning? Wait for a while. 】

Tian Xiang tried it and found that Ling Huan’s Light Brain had really disappeared out of thin air. He tried several more times without reconciliation. The result was all the same. He traveled back to the main ventricle at the speed of light and was shocked to find Ling Huan. The data also disappeared, and when he came back, he changed the course of the mecha while persuading Ling Huan to take the initiative to go to the personnel hall of the empire to handle the data tomorrow to resolve the matter.

Ling Huan speaks very skillfully, only a few words, he accidentally exposed his identity as the mastermind

"How can the hall master's brain be willing to use an ordinary mecha as an intelligent system?" Ling Huan was a little relieved, he leaned against the wall and smiled, "You should have a name before the sky?"

[Mastermind. ] The electronic sound hesitated, [No one talked to me, but they said I was the mastermind, this should be the name. 】

Ling Huan smiled and shook his head, "This is not a name."

[What counts...] The electronic sound was confused for the first time, [Are you talking about the number? I am the latest batch of S-level master brains developed by me. The only one that survived the experiment was mine. At that time, my serial number was 9.]

Ling Huan raised his eyebrows and became interested, "In the place where I used to live, 9 is the largest number and the most powerful."

The sky was flattered, and he checked his own number again, and confirmed that it was 9 right. He repeated what Ling Huan said joyfully, [Is it the most powerful? 】

"In the place I used to live..." His fingers touched the cold wall, and the heat brought out a small white mist.

He did not pass.

After an hour, he has no future either.

The arm was broken, Ling Huan seemed to think of something, took out a box from his arms, and his eyes suddenly became red.

A small square box of black velvet.

The main brain asked him, [What is this? 】

"Ring." Fingertips cherished the outer shell of the ring box. He held the ring to his heart, "I want to give him the ring."

[You are getting married. 】I have seen the news posted by many residents on Starnet. The main brain knows that weddings are the most happy and joyful thing. Tianxiang tries to raise his voice, which sounds full of joy, 【Congratulations. 】

Ling Huan also smiled, "Yes, I originally planned to get married when I went back."

He pressed his hand on the glass, "I can't go back now."

[Sorry, Mr. Ling, why I don’t understand what you’re talking about. When I change the route, I should be able to make the sky pop out of the safety cabin, and then we will be able to return to Ole Star. The main brain didn't feel any crisis. He methodically told Ling Huan what he was doing. [I also sent an important message to the military department. They received your mecha coordinates and will be able to find you soon. 】

[There is still plenty of time, you will not die, Mr. Ling. 】

"That's not death. You are just a machine. You don't understand. Death and disappearance are not the same."

"Do you know my name?" Ling Huan turned his head and looked at the console that flashed from time to time because of insufficient battery power. "It's too polite to call Mr. Ling. My name is Ling Huan. You can call my name."

[Ling Huan. The main brain called his name once, but he still couldn't understand, [I haven't died so I don't understand... You look sad. 】

The numbers on the strange light screen are still steadily declining, and have dropped to double digits.

Looking directly at it was too shocking, Ling Huan simply spoke to the main brain with his back to the light screen.

"I've heard of the mastermind, responsible for maintaining the order of the empire, processing so much information every day, and remembering so many things, isn't it tiring?"

[Not tired, unimportant things, I will not remember, there will be a filter in the memory chip. 】

He felt that Ling Huan was in a very bad state, he had to go to sleep at any time, and his face was also extremely pale, so he tried to take the initiative to find a topic.

[Ling Huan, what have you been holding? Is there anything written in that book? 】

"You said this?" Ling Huan seemed to have a little energy. He picked up the book on his lap and shook it towards the console, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "A cannibalistic book."

He just lifted it up.

The book in his hand closed with a snap, as if it was stuck with glue, and the contents inside suddenly couldn't be seen.

The numbers on the screen in front of them have been reduced to the end.

Only 1.

The time also jumped from 11:59 to 0:00, and the huge 1 flickered as if it was disordered, and it never jumped to 0.

Ling Huan's book hardly wanted to turn to the first page and start a beautiful and happy story.

But he couldn't move anyway, and even started to shake when he was restrained.

The hand holding the book loosened, and it hung weakly, but the book was suspended in the air strangely, still struggling to open the first page.

[Ling Huan, are you sleepy? There is a blanket in the co-pilot compartment. Do you want me to transport it for you? 】

The main brain did not get Ling Huan's reply, but he was afraid that Ling Huan would catch a cold, so he took the co-pilot's blanket and covered it with a long wire tube.

Now the heating has been completely cut off and the temperature is very low. The human body should not be able to bear it. Mr. Ling usually doesn't have a fever when catching a cold, he always coughs, and he sounds very uncomfortable when he coughs.

The very eye-catching 1 on the light screen was still on. After a while, the number 1 flickered and began to change, jumping to 2 again.

From 2 to 1 and back to 2, the back and forth fluctuations are like violent and painful struggles.

There was an angry scream from the book, "What's the matter?!"

"Why can't you forget? Why can't you forget?" The quiet atmosphere was broken by this sharp voice, "Lu Jinbei can't forget, so he can't help but resist me? Can't you just go through the story again? All crazy!"

The page trembled violently and still couldn't turn the first page. He thumped to the front of the console, smiled maliciously, and smashed himself on the screen fiercely, "You are a machine, I will erase your data." That's it! As for Lu Jinbei, he won't be able to resist for long..."

The main brain felt a force invaded his line, found the content related to Ling Huan precisely like a broomstick, and cleaned it up, [What are you doing? 】

He calmly repaired the data and doubled it out, and the book speeded up the cleaning process with irritation.

"I want Ling Huan to disappear! He is not in my record, he shouldn't be here! I want to let him disappear!"

It was the word "disappearance" again, and it was very unpleasant that the main brain didn't understand it. He used his own line tube to hold down the book that was like a flea.

【What's wrong with you? 】

He felt that this book was indeed a bit real, and it could erase the data he recorded, and the speed of the erasure was only a little slower than the speed of his reproduction.

Enough of Ling Huan's information had disappeared, and the main brain opened his core anxiously, and carved the name Ling Huangang told him on the inner wall of the core.

The core runs much faster than the outside, and its regeneration ability is also stronger.

Before he thought Ling Huan was just a very interesting person, but now he thinks Ling Huan... should be regarded as his friend.

It is only natural to remember the name of a friend.

"You're sick! Ah... oh, the world just started, why is it... why is it going to collapse again?" The pages of the book yelled like a choked chicken and said it hurts, suddenly on the hard shell cover There were ugly cracks, and they uttered Lu Jin Bei’s name as nervously, "No! This can’t be done!"

The strange force in the line suddenly withdrew, and the main brain smashed his console like crazy watching the book, "You don't want Ling Huan to disappear, do you?"

[Ling Huan didn't disappear, he just sat there, can't you see if you are blind? 】

How can people disappear? He clearly remembered Ling Huan, he had engraved Ling Huan’s name in his core.

It was the first time that he had such a pleasant communication with people.

Why did Ling Huan suddenly close his eyes and couldn't talk anymore?

The book asked him hoarsely, "Do you want him to exist?"

"I have a prop here called'Substitute'."

"You can replace someone else, or someone else can replace you, or two people who don’t know each other can replace each other, but if the person being replaced has a strong sense of struggle and resistance, it may replace the failure. The gains obtained after the replacement The importance of identity depends on the identity of the replaced party."

"For extremely unstable factors like Ling Huan, as long as the sense of resistance of the substituted party is stronger, the definition of the characters in the book after his substitution will be very trivial." The book thought about it, "I want to be a passerby. , Can only live."

"Replacement requires a price. I think your core is pretty good. Give it to me."

"After the item starts to take effect, you must kill the replaced party to make the replacement succeed. You can start to consider who to kill in exchange for Ling Huan."

"After the replacement, you can still change the content in the book. You can change what you want. You have always been a machine, controlled by humans. Do you want to control humans in turn..."

I turned a deaf ear to the fascination of the book, and the main brain was very worried. [If you resist, not only will the effect be bad, but it may also replace the failure? 】

After getting an affirmative answer, the main brain's screen turned to Ling Huan who was lying on the ground. He saw that Ling Huan's right hand had begun to become transparent.

[Am I important enough? 】

"You are the mastermind. Of course you are important, but you are not a human being. The process of replacing the effect will be time-consuming and labor-intensive." The book thought about it carefully. "It can only be passed on to him little by little, and in the process of conversion. To keep the world running step by step, the world cannot collapse!"

[Then do it for me. 】

[Let him replace me, I am willing. 】Even a pity, a rush and a redemption.

He heard the book clamoring that he took advantage of the loopholes. As a machine, as long as the core retains energy forever, he can survive with a piece of debris left.

Let him replace Ling Huan, he will not die, but will only be seriously injured.

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"This pen needs to be written in blood, and it can only be written with the blood of the person being replaced. You are not even a human being, how do you write?"

Far away in Ole Star’s main brain ventricle, the rays of light burst forth, the inner core gradually shattered, and a fuel-like liquid flowed out of it. The warmth that had been running was dispersed along the cracks in all directions of the core.

[This is my blood. 】

The tip of the pen was on the liquid, and the line tube without hands could not hold the pen firmly. He could only roll up the pen with a hard metal bucket, dipped it tremblingly, stopped on the impatient book, and began to write stroke by stroke. .

He had to arrange a reasonable identity for Ling Huan to go back, so that Lu Jinbei had a deep memory of Ling Huan.

Before Lu Jinbei and Luo Sheng met.

The sooner the better.

The roar of parts and components turned his head and felt tired for the first time. He found that he could actually start to recall. There was a malfunctioning light pattern on the screen. He remembered that Ling Huan had been holding the small black box tightly on his chest.

Hold the pen tighter in a daze, and write down a little bit.

Yes, there is Ling Huan's wish.

The rewritten book finally opened the first page lightly.

The core in the main ventricle healed the hole, but left indelible scars.

But when it lights up, the crack is blocked.

Most of his energy was hollowed out, and his weakness reached the apex, and his self-awareness could only be awakened for ten minutes in a day, and the rest was responsible for processing huge calculations, which was his body instinct.

The wall of the interrogation room is ten meters high, and the top is made into a church-like spire. When the evening sun shines in, the transparent glass reflects a dazzling halo.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, the atmosphere was depressed and heavy, the scarred traitor was kneeling on the table, and the cold electronic sound burrowed into every dark corner.

You are the only disorder I have ever seen.

[Mastermind suggestion:]

May your future be as bright as the stars.

[Get married right away. 】

Ling Huan, happy wedding.

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The light in the main ventricle disappeared.

Luo Sheng's neck was slid out by the scattered hard steel sheets with countless shocking red marks. He saw Ling Huan stand up against the light and walk towards him step by step.

Ling Huan held the pen in his hand.

The price has been paid, and the tip of the pen is shining brightly.

As the replaced party, although Luo Sheng is the protagonist, death will not trigger the collapse of the world.

"What do you mean?" Luo Sheng stepped back nervously, his legs were weak and he couldn't even stand up. He groped for the gun on the ground but only touched the dust in his hand. He screamed, "You want to replace Me? Ling Huan! Think about how you can do this? Are you still alive? Haven't you both been married to Lu Jinbei?"

He lifted his chin, his chest undulated violently, and looked at Ling Huan's gun in horror. The black hole of the muzzle was lit up with a numbing white light, and he saw Ling Huan's fingers move.

"I really don't need to replace you, I'm doing well now."

There was a bang.

Luo Sheng fell heavily to the ground, dark, sticky blood filled with blood under him.

The book that had been spread out like a dead thing on the ground suddenly stood up, and walked towards him with two hard corners.

"Who is going to replace whom?"

Ling Huan took away the gun, "Mastermind, replace Luo Sheng."

The author has something to say

[Mastermind: I can't go to your wedding, but I can help you fulfill a small wish. Don't worry about frowning at the wedding. 】

[Ling Ling: You are coming to my wedding. 】

The middle part is the memory of the mastermind, which is what happened on December 21st when Ling Ling "thinks" that he wore the book.

[If you think of the progress bar of a world from 0 to 100, what is recorded in the book is the content from 30-60. Lingling's life is a disorderly gibberish, and it appeared in the progress of 20-30 at the beginning. . 】

[The world reaches 30, which is equivalent to the first page of this book. World consciousness will undergo an automatic repair and completion, so all the content in 20-30 related to Lingling will be erased. 】

[As for why Luo Sheng replaced Ling Ling's name in the previous life, Ling Ling still wears it in this book in this life, and there will be writing about it in the Fanwaili of the previous life, which has something to do with Beibei. 】