Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2 - Chapter 117

“How did you know this?” Qi Leren asked.

What he couldn’t figure out most was here. How did an NPC start thinking about this problem “a long time ago”? How could she hear the sound of the system?

Tequila smiled again, still the kind of stiff to horrible smile.

“When lying on the operating table, they pierced my brain with a spike, just like stirring coffee, stirring in their brain, the thorn was so cold that it could be so cold The heat **** away. It takes away a lot of things and makes me not like a person. It also gives me something, sound. “

“‘The copy world is being created … the plot is loaded … the city is being created … the characters are being created … the total number of players is being determined: 8 … the player’s possession object is being screened …’ It said, ‘The copy world has been created, please name it.’ There was a man, a man, and he said, ‘Randomly.’ So my world got a name, called ‘The Gangster Empire.’

The shock made Qi Leren stare straight at the woman in front of her. After her face that could not produce expressions, the soul was constantly wailing.

——Is this world real?

–fake.

She woke up from the operation with an unverifiable crazy conjecture, struggled to climb down the operating table, killed the doctor who destroyed a part of her brain, killed her enemies, and fled away.

She couldn’t tell whether these sounds were hallucinations in her collapsed spiritual world or the truth of the world.

Until that one …

[Box Q is out. 】

She knew that the group of talented people had come to this world and their story began.

“What does your world look like?” Agave asked.

“The original world was peaceful, like a hundred years from your world. Then one day, I was drawn into another world, it was a world of nightmares, but it also had beautiful places … I’ve been to many worlds, such as here. “Qi Leren didn’t know why he said this, but just looking at the agave, he suddenly wanted to tell her.

“Which world is real?” Asked Tequila, persistently.

“I do not know.”

“Aren’t you afraid of this uncertainty?” Tequila asked.

Qi Leren thought about it and said, “It doesn’t matter. Now I just want to be with my lover, no matter what kind of world it is.”

Live in the moment, that’s all.

“Love …” Agave muttered the word and stroked his forehead. “I can’t feel it, the memories are still there, but I can no longer get strength from the memories, they are cold like corpses. “

“Then why did you ask Gavin to send me a letter? Keep me and Willow away? You know that I’m not whiskey, but you finally confirmed it to me.” Qi Leren asked, “Why are you coming back?” Is it just for you to get the truth? If it is only for the truth, why would you take Willow away? Why keep in touch with her for so many years? “

Agave did not answer.

“Love is not just in your head, it’s in your soul.”

It’s like the devil who has forgotten everything in the source of destruction, crossed the gap between the two realms, and saw his beloved one at a glance in the vast crowd. Is it memory of him? Is it a hormone? Or the soul that once bathed in love?

“Soul … will anyone like me have a soul?” Tequila asked.

She is just an NPC.

“Alan, Jessica! What are you doing ?!”

Willow’s voice froze both.

“Alan, don’t shoot!” Willow rushed in, blocking his face with agave, his eyes full of alertness and vigilance.

The agave grabbed Willow and pulled her behind, but his gaze passed through Qi Leren’s shoulders and fell behind him.

That premonition appeared again, Qi Leren squatted down suddenly, listening only to a “bang”, the bullet flew over his head, he turned his gun to hit back, but slowed down when he saw someone outside the door One shot.

“Bang!” Another gunshot, this time the bullet shot into the heart of Qi Leren from the back.

[Spades Q are out. 】

[Plum Blossom Q wins. Data sync countdown …]

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, the agave put the gun back into the pocket of the trench coat. Willow covered his face and snorted air-conditionedly, unable to accept his lover for a while and killed his friends from childhood to age.

“You did a good job,” said Tequila to the people outside the door. “This time, as well as the previous surveillance and delivery, you did a good job.”

“… my reward.” Gavin, the whiskey messenger looked at his shoes uneasily, and proposed what he cared most.

“There is a box in the first locker in the cabin, all of which is cash,” said Tequila.

“Thank you.” Gavin pressed the brim of the newsboy hat, glanced at the whisky’s body intricately, and left without looking back.

There were only three bodies left in the cabin, as well as living agave and Willow.

“Go out.” Tequila took Willo, who was crying, to the deck.

The moonlight at midnight is bright, and from the old port overlooking the distant New Fick City, this bright world is beautiful.

Agave stood on the deck, looking away, watching, watching, she was waiting for an ending.

“Willow, do you say that the moment the writer finishes writing his story, the world is coming to an end?” Agave asked.

Willow was still sobbing, she shook her head: “I don’t know.”

“Actually, I don’t know. But maybe it’s really over,” Agave said.

“I don’t understand why you want to kill Allen.” Willow, crying in sorrow, didn’t understand the loneliness and despair of her lover at the moment.

“That’s not your Ellen.” Agave turned back.

Willow looked at her confused.

She doesn’t understand anything.

“Willow, look, how beautiful Fick is. Where we grow up, where we love each other, is where it all ends.” Agave took Willow’s waist and took her to see Fick far away. New City.

She didn’t know how to share this last moment with her lover–at this moment when Fick’s new light was gradually turning off.

Yes, the lights are going out.

The star-like light is gradually disappearing.

When she witnessed this moment with her own eyes, the pain of falling into the abyss caused her soul to utter a mournful wailing.

“Willow, do you remember my name?” Agave asked.

Willow looked at her in confusion: “Jessica, what’s wrong with you?”

Watching the darkness getting closer, Tequila asked again, “Remember where we first met?”

Willow barely squeezed a smile: “Remember, my father’s flower shop. At that time, you were only seven years old. Like a boy, you asked me about the white rose flower. I tell you, that means …”

The distant light had been swallowed up, and darkness was pouring here, like a black tide, drowning her and making her silent.

“Do you remember your name?” Agave asked.

Willow looked at her quietly, and her beautiful eyes were no longer glowing.

She was like a puppet, standing quietly in the moonlight, but even this bright moonlight was gradually eaten by darkness.

The last time Agave looked at Fick New City in the distance, he stroked the gun in his pocket with his right hand.

There is no more light, the lights of all tens of thousands of homes have gone out, and they have gone out with countless interesting, boring, happy, and unfortunate souls.

“Vilo?” Agave called her lover.

But her lover would not answer her anymore. She was as beautiful as a doll, and as rigid as a doll. Her smart, cunning, passionate and decisive soul was no longer in her body.

This pain should have been tortured by her. But she couldn’t feel it.

“What kind of monster am I?” Tequila murmured to himself, calm as ever.

But this terrible calm could not stop the tears from flowing down her eyes, like a prisoner who escaped from the strictest prison.

She opened the pistol’s safety lock and pressed her finger on the trigger.

“It’s time to go. When our soul gets rid of this false body, we will definitely meet again in another world. I believe so.” Agave said.

If they really have a soul.

Two successive gunshots sounded in the dark.

The bustling Fick New City is like a grand ball scene. After the guests have dispersed, the lights gradually go out.

The fireworks instantly dissipated, and the world went into eternal darkness and silence.