Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 293

    “Nanzhou” rarely concentrates, without thinking about anything, just take a look at {Jiang Fang}, then use the moon as a lamp to fill in a stroke of light and shadow on the paper.

    He was trying hard to imagine walking under the sun with him and [Nanzhou].

    {Jiang Fang} quietly looked at the “Nanzhou”.

    A painting can be completed with just a few strokes.

    “Nanzhou” saw that there were still about ten minutes left, so he was no longer in such a hurry, and asked him, “Who do you want to visit again?”

    He was referring to {Nanzhou}.

    [Nanzhou] would meet his [Jiang Fang], he thought {Jiang Fang} would do the same.

    {Jiang Fang} did not intend to leave.

    “Nanzhou” was a little surprised and looked up at him.

    “You were right before.” He calmly explained his state of mind, “I’m afraid he is also a monster. So I never see him at night.”

    “He rescued me and took me in when I was a child, and I have honestly lived all these years. If he is a monster, he is one of the monsters that killed my parents, we two Cleared; if he is not, I have protected him for so many years… We are still cleared.”

    “Nanzhou” did not expect {Jiang Fang} to say this, and said in surprise: “I thought you…”

    {Jiang Fang}Interface: “…like him?”

    “Nanzhou” nodded confusedly.

    Every Jiangfang should have a Nanzhou, and he has always believed in this.

    What’s more, {Jiang Fang} clearly cares about {Nanzhou}.

    When he thought he was him, {Jiang Fang} almost went crazy and thought of dying with him.

     Later, he did not allow himself to moan in the voice of {Nanzhou}…

    {Jiang Fang} had already guessed all the thoughts in his mind.

    “I care about him because I only have him. If there is only one cat or a doll left in this world, you will care about it too.”

    {Jiang Fang} looked at him and said, “…Who would like a dummy?”

    “Nanzhou” palpitated in his heart, and felt a little pity.

    “Nanzhou” spent 23 years alone in the small town, how much loneliness and distress during this period, needless to say.

    However, because he voluntarily became a “light charm”, at least he doesn’t have to wait for slaughter.

    But {Jiang Fang} because his parents died of monsters, he would never allow himself to be in the company of monsters, and “come in with the charm”, so these years, he has struggled to survive in the cracks, and he is more than himself , It is much harder than [Nanzhou].

    {Jiang Fang} saw Nanzhou in a daze, and swallowed an unspoken sentence.

    …It was the same face, but he knew that it was very different.

    “Nanzhou” finished the finishing work and showed him the finished painting.

    {Jiang Fang} did not show much interest, so I took it over and planned to browse it.

    But when he found that the person in the painting was similar to himself, his heart beat a few times.

    “Nanzhou” tore off the sketch and put it in the warehouse.

    He only hoped that someone in the world would not forget them.

    Someone can remember that they have lived for the best.

    Since he shares the warehouse with the real Nanzhou, perhaps he can also use the warehouse to send this painting to the world he will never reach.

    He placed the painting and took out the dagger.

    In his memory, the dagger was snatched from the cannon fodder Qin Yadong when he reunited with the real Jiang Fang.

    Now, it is the key to end this infinite pain and send Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang to meet again.

    “Nanzhou” is not afraid of death, just that Jiang Fang can’t find his Nanzhou.

    “Nanzhou” used the tip of the dagger to find a position on his neck and pressed it a few times, finding the most deadly place.

    Seeing that {Jiang Fang} did not speak, he still felt a little guilty.

    “Beyond the world, there must be a new world.” “Nanzhou” comforted him, “We will go to another place, where we will meet [Nanzhou], there may be many more There’s a game character who made the same choices as us. You’ll have new companions and you won’t be so alone.”

    “Sounds like a garbage dump.” {Jiang Fang} sneered, “Also, where can there be such an infatuated fool as you.”

    Because he knew he was not stupid, “Nanzhou” was not conscious of being ridiculed, and only said to him in the first half of the sentence: “It may also be a new home.”

    {Jiang Fang}: “Then hold your hand. Don’t… get lost.”

    He stretched out his hands and held Nanzhou’s hands respectively.

    The temperature passed from his palm was unusually warm, with a reassuring power.

    There are only three minutes left before this small copy is forced to end.

    “Nanzhou” wanted to raise his hands, but realized that the pulse gates of his hands were locked tightly by {Jiang Fang}’s seemingly warm action, and could not be released.

    He struggled twice, but he couldn’t get out of the shackles of his hands.

    Under the full moon, I can’t compare to {Jiang Fang}.

    “Nanzhou” sighed, but was not surprised or anxious.

    “Nanzhou” knew that it was not so easy for him to persuade {Jiang Fang}.

    He just wanted to know what {Jiang Fang} was reluctant to let go of.

    “…Brother Fang.”

    Facing this face, he naturally called out this title.

    “You still won’t let me go?”

    “I don’t believe that there is any other place in the world where we can hide. I don’t believe anyone’s guarantee.” {Jiang Fang}’s voice was firm and firm, and his hands were strengthened like iron. Squeezing “Nanzhou”‘s wrist to the bone, “…I don’t believe that you can get any good results by self-mutilation – if you wipe your neck, even in that world, I will only get a corpse.”

    There are only two and a half minutes left.

    150 seconds.

    “Nanzhou” knew he was right: “Then you…”

    His next words were not spoken, and could not be spoken.

      Choke his neck.

    {Jiang Fang} crushed him on the roof, pinched his neck with a rumble, and said in a warm tone: “If I want to kill you, I have to come in person.”

    “Nanzhou” couldn’t breathe, so he got out of the control of his other hand and reached out to grab his wrist, only to find that his pulse was beating very fast, which was completely inconsistent with the calmness on his face match.

    At this juncture of life and death, he immediately guessed what {Jiang Fang} wanted to do.

    In the case of oxygen being cut off as much as possible, he wanted to speak, but was powerless.

      Light bulb.

    It’s not all hallucination.

    …The game world reads that the health of the core character “Nanzhou” is rapidly draining and becomes unstable.

    {Jiang Fang} refused to waste time looking for {Nanzhou}, just wanted to stay by the side of “Nanzhou” and find such a rare method of reconciliation for him.

    Those high-dimensional people only need to die as long as “Nanzhou”, but not necessarily to die.

    “Nanzhou” cuts its throat and will definitely die, but if it is only through suffocation, it will cause temporary shock and cardiac arrest, then maybe… there is still a chance to turn around.

    With the spasms of “Nanzhou”‘s body, {Jiang Fang} leaned down, pressed his hand to his ear, and said softly: “Hey, if the world doesn’t collapse, that If Nan Zhou gets the ticket, I will save you; if the world collapses and we are all gone, you have to remember that I killed you, and you have to remember him as firmly as you remember him.”

    “Nanzhou” could not reply.

    He just gently stroked the fingers holding {Jiang Fang}’s wrist twice, Quan replied.

    {Jiang Fang}’s skin puckered up when he touched him, and his cheeks flushed slightly: “Little liar. Who trusts you. You must be scolding me in your heart.”

    “Nanzhou” answered him in his heart:

    I didn’t lie to you.

    The past is over, let’s go together.

    You still owe me…several questions.

    For example…

    When the world of “Nanzhou” was getting dark, a drop of warmth unexpectedly fell on “Nanzhou”‘s face.

    “Nanzhou” was a little surprised, stretched out his palm in the endless suffocation, when he wanted to touch the source of the water trace, his hand was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand.

    Before the world was completely dark, his hand was held lightly, and someone said to him: “Let’s go. Let’s go together.”

    The story of these three tiny worlds in a box, because of the death of the core character, with a bang, like the end of the game or TV series, disappeared in a corner of the universe.

    …

    What awakened Nanzhou from the myth was a long and mournful train whistle.

    The rolling snow-white steam rose into the sky, forming a straight hot line in the air, straight into the sky, as if the sky was surrounded by clouds at the moment, all of which were melted by steam.

    Nanzhou is in an old-fashioned station, sitting on a bench beside the platform.

    The contract book that Nan Zhou was holding in his palm was blown by the unprovoked wind.

    Party: Train Manager

    Party B: Nanzhou

    Content: Party A puts Party B’s replica into a game.

    After the game starts, Party B will completely forget to sign the contract.

    Party A is responsible for ensuring that the difficulty of the game is controlled within the scope of Party B’s ability.

    Party B must end the game by willingly dying in the game center.

    After the game ends, Party B will receive a reward ticket, valid for 6 hours.

    The validity period starts after the ticket enters the warehouse.

    Before your ticket expires, board this one-of-a-kind one-way train and pick up the fruits of your victory.

    Using this paper contract, Nan Zhou finally recalled that after he and Jiang Fang accepted the copy transmission, they entered a small closed room and sat around a table.

    These five contracts were placed on the table, and there was no one around to explain them.

    They discussed for nearly an hour before the oxygen in the closed room ran out, and came to the conclusion that the difficulty of the game lies in the word “willingness”.

    No one wants to die willingly without losing the relevant memory.

    But if you get back your memory and know that you are a replica, how can you willingly die for the main body?

    To sum up, this is obviously a contract of overlord, but in order to complete the last copy, they must sign it.

    After understanding where he was, Nan Zhou opened the warehouse for the first time.

    The first place in the warehouse is a simple and old-fashioned light green ticket with the number of flights branded on it, which is exactly the same as the bronze medal inlaid on the side of the train in front of me.

    The ticket did not specify the destination, but the name of Nanzhou was clearly written.

    In this way, the ticket is only used by one person and cannot be lent to others.

    Nanzhou skipped the ticket, which was crucial to winning, and searched the warehouse one by one.

    He has a very good memory and remembers everything in the warehouse clearly.

    But he searched the front and back three times before confirming—

    …no more.

    The picture with “Nanzhou”, [Nanzhou] and {Jiangfang} is gone.

    …some things can be brought into the game through settings.

    But the game world, and the station world he is in, are in a different dimension after all.

    It doesn’t come out at all.

    Nan Zhou lowered his head and looked at the railroad tracks. After a long period of daze, a tall shadow pressed down from above.

    A flight attendant with a gray face and stiff muscles, like a puppet, asked in a deep voice, “Hello. Do you want to get on the bus?”

    Nanzhou: “Does the bus leave in six hours?”

    Mechanical timekeeping: “Five hours and fifty-seven minutes later.”

    Nan Zhou: “Where are my teammates?”

    The flight attendant with a wooden face repeated: “Are you going to get on the bus? Please show your ticket.”

    Nan Zhou turned his face to one side and stopped looking at the repeater: “I’m waiting for someone.”