Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 267

    Jiang Fang left bright red and dirty fingerprints on the clean diary.

    Mr. Duke is not good at long speeches.

    The so-called diary is just one note a day, two or three sentences, to express some inner understanding.

    “God said there should be light, and on the first day, there was light.”

    “On the seventh day, God was tired and stopped working, ready to give the world a holiday.”

    “I can also see you in his name with my head held high and my heart high.”

    “You laughed today because I tripped on the door frame. Just a note.”

    “After the seventh letter was sent, you finally came, but you came too suddenly. Most of the berries I prepared for you were spoiled, and you didn’t care.”

    “You’re just that bad, I can’t guess what you care about.”

    “The museum in the town is very interesting, but you don’t allow me to hold hands. If you say it’s not solemn, I will lose 2/3 of my happiness.”

    “I was not convinced later, and I secretly took your clothes, you don’t know.”

    “…perhaps you know.”

    “When I look at you from behind, I feel like I’m free, that’s enough.”

    “My head hurts and the medicine is bitter. I lost my temper to Mr. Deacon and apologized obediently afterwards. But I feel like I am not me after all. I will become a lunatic, a corpse , Then, will I really lose you forever?”

    “The tumor in my head made it difficult for me to see the light. But I always sit on the balcony for a while every day to see if there are any lights in your attic.”

    “Maybe you’ll allow me that crazy idea, maybe never.”

    “You told me when you were seventeen that we were friends who couldn’t fall in love.”

    “Then I will love you before the birth of your faith, before the birth of Jesus.”

    Jiang Fang’s premonition is getting stronger and stronger.

    The gentleman, who is romantic, tough, and snarling in his diary, tells about his shady love for the priest, perhaps a hundred times more crazy than he imagined.

    And the conspiracy outside the copy itself finally revealed all its hideous minions.

    The most valuable clues are all placed on the West Bank, with relatively mediocre players seeking stability.

    You and Nanzhou were trapped in the east bank where most of the information and emotions were either destroyed or hidden. Bridge, nowhere to cast.

    Their intelligence network was cut off by a bridge.

    Jiang Fang did not believe it was a coincidence.

    He is suspicious of everything.

    Therefore, he didn’t ignore the look from above his head at all.

    He was only speculating, when exactly that person planned to do it.

    However, before his plan to use himself as a bait was formed, accompanied by a scream, his blood rushed down.

    The man who was hiding above the stairs and planned to sneak attack leaned out of the guardrail and fell from the upstairs. The sharp blade in his hand slammed against the handrail in front of Jiang Fang. A sour muffled sound.

    Jiang Fang looked up, but saw a familiar person leaning forward with a limp body, leaning against the carved iron building railing.

    The unexpected attack just now had exhausted his only strength.

    …Bowen Kan. his players.

    From the first instance, Song Haining and Song Haining followed him.

    Jiang Fang came to him at the fastest speed, and also confirmed the reason for his weakness at the fastest speed.

    His thick natural curly hair was completely shaved.

    On the snow-white scalp, an equilateral triangle with a side length of 3cm was cut. The wound was red, swollen and pus, and water flowed down the back of his neck.

    His fate is entirely predictable.

    A tested guinea pig, no one would bother to suture the wound on his head.

    Jiang Fang did not hesitate to use his own body to catch his body that was about to fall off balance from the iron fence.

    In the moment of hugging him tightly, Jiang Fang assured that he could clearly hear a subtle “guji” sound from his body.

    …maybe the sound of a brain tumbling.

    He opened his eyes that had lost most of his emotions and looked at Jiang Fang, the only person who looked normal after he woke up, and asked in a low voice, “Who are you?”

    Not “who am I”, but “who are you”.

    Jiang Fang was keenly aware that he did not have amnesia.

    In other words, what he did was not the legendary leukotomy.

    After reading the Duke’s true intentions from the diary, Jiang Fang would not naively think that the Duke performed the craniotomy just to take a risk to cure his brain cancer, or to remove it White matter, like the prevailing universal values ​​of this era, “cures” its own “homosexuality”.

    The Duke wanted something more romantic, more imaginative, and more terrifying.

    In order to verify this, Jiang Fang softened his eyes and expressed his goodwill to Kan Bowen.

    Jiang Fang put one hand on his chest and faced his dying friend in the gentlest tone: “Don’t be afraid, my name is Jiang Fang.”

    Kan Bowen put his forehead on Jiang Fang’s shoulder and muttered: “My surname is Kan…Kan is the door frame, there is a brave dare…Do you recognize this word? Many people don’t. “

    As he spoke, his body was about to slide down.

    The diary in Jiang Fang’s hand fell on the stairs.

    Jiang Fang did not pick up this important prop, but pressed his knee against one of his knees, sniffing the smell of corruption coming from the back of his head, and kept silent.

    …This self-introduction happened when they first met.

    Almost identical, no change.

    Bowen Kan is always trying to explain his complicated and rare surname to others.

    Kan Bowen asked Jiang Fang softly: “Why am I here?”

    Jiang Fang gently patted his back: “Where do you think you should be?”

    Kan Bowen looked at the empty world behind Jiang Fang: “I should… should be in a trial class, it’s my first time to go to a university for a trial class, and I’m very nervous. Countdown and Scoreboard…”

    Bowen Kan is a teaching assistant at the university.

    The “trial class” may be a part of his twenty-six-year life.

    And now, his brain has been opened, quietly decaying in this summer.

    After he finished this sentence, he felt that he was incoherent, so he smiled shyly: “I, am I dreaming?”

    Jiang Fang sighed, leaned forward, and the dagger slipped out of the shark skin scabbard silently.

    He replied, “Yes, it’s just a dream.”

    The tip was also hugging and sank into Jiang Fang’s right chest.

    The flesh and blood of the two are intermingled.

    Death came so quickly.

    Before Kan Bowen died, there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth that could not dissipate in the future.

    Jiang Fang hugged him by the shoulders and helped him to sit firmly on the stairs, out of corners of his eyes also landed on the diary.

    However, the love words originally written in ink on the title page have undergone a wonderful change.

    The phrase “I would love to be with you for any period of time” was replaced by another new phrase.

    “Time is an endless warp of past, present, future, eternity and never”.

    …that sounds familiar.

    Jiang Fang turned his face and stared at the smile on the corner of Kan Bowen’s mouth.

    Immediately, he stroked his eyelids with his fingers stained with his fresh blood.

    “…Thank you.”

    No one would have imagined that in such a state, Kan Bowen could actually wake up.

    Thank you Kan Bowen for creating a small miracle and verifying the biggest confusion for Jiang Fang with a solid fact.

    The proverb about time was said by Borges.

    —Born in the 19th century, so in the 20th century Borges.

    “Time is an endless warp of past, present, future, eternity and never”.

    Shelley’s conception is full of God-offending and daring fantasies.

    He knows that even if he recovers, he will still face Pastor Keith, who cannot face his faith.

    There is always a God between them.

    So, he thought, since the problem of faith cannot be solved, then the problem of faith itself should be solved.

    —What Shelley wants to destroy through surgery is the content on the “meridian” of time.

    He’s going to damage his suprachiasmatic nucleus and the time cells in his hippocampus.

    One is the hour hand of the brain and the other is the minute hand of the brain.

    Then, he will be liberated from the world created by God, completely lose the shackles and restrictions of the body on time, and let time travel freely in the body.

    He risked death, trying to make his consciousness into a time-traveling machine, allowing him to return to a point in time at will.

    When they were both young.

    When the two were grey-haired.

    Before **** was born.

    In the Cretaceous.

    His spirit will completely break free from the shackles of time and fall in love with his lover freely.

    This kind of defiance of time is the real cause of God’s curse.

    In reality, Duke Shelley’s absurd behavior will inevitably lead to failure for various reasons.

    For example, if the technique is insufficient, the doctor cannot complete it, such as various unexpected situations during the operation, such as unforeseen complications after the operation.

    However, this is after all a created copy, a hypothetical story.

    The ultimate purpose of the copy is to “serve” the player.

    Therefore, the plan of the two crazy NPCs who fell in love in the dungeon must be feasible, and it will pose a real threat to these players.

    It is the mechanism of the copy, which ensures that Shelley’s love concept full of absurdity and blood will come true.

    Duke Shelley has probably completed one or even several time travels.

    He brought back the motto of Borges from the 20th century, and at some point in the past, he rewrote the title page of this diary.

    This has proven the success of Duke Shelley.

    No wonder, the dungeon used such a strange expression to limit their game time.

    —[The game time is when the seventh day arrives. 】

    The day when Duke Shelley’s plan is fully formed, the time and space on both sides of the Taiwan Strait will fall into complete turbulence, and their seventh day will never come.

    Since the curse on both sides of the Taiwan Strait has begun to merge, can everything be solved by killing the duke?

    Thinking of this, Jiang Fang’s complexion suddenly changed, he pushed the documents in his hand, turned and ran out of the preparation room.

    He is going to find teammates who may still be alive and can cross the bridge in the castle!

    The east coast where Nanzhou is located is in danger!