As a cat who likes science fiction novels, Marceau had already thought of at least ten ins and outs of Miss Doroth at this time. As for the dementia... well, this is really a big number that is difficult to calculate.

Not to mention wearing it or not wearing it, Cambrian really does not have any black ports to copy players’ memories? Or simply backup a memory when players go offline?

"I said, Cambrian wouldn't be so crazy, right?" Marceau looked at Youjiu and asked carefully tugging her sleeve.

Originally, as the granddaughter of the big boss behind the Cambrian, he should have been terrifyingly scolding the cat, but the reality made the girl think for a long time, and finally she could only say one sentence...probably.

I guess so?

Marceau said that this world is really dangerous. Cambrian is so awesome. Is it the mastermind behind the scenes that the Federation Gov? At this time, the agents have already set out to go straight to Xicui Village. Will this cat be silenced?

While his thoughts were emitting, Marceau noticed Dorothy frowned: "Senior Sister Mo, have you ever seen Otto?"

Ah, senior sister, by the way...how did she see that Mo Qingyu is so mature?

He patted his head hard, feeling that his thoughts were a little too much, forced himself to look at Mo Qingyu, and found that this person seemed to be unable to speak.

Well... it's right. Facing the younger generation of friends who had long been dead, Sister Mo really didn't know how to explain everything she had experienced to this living soul.

Morrison seemed to have noticed something, and he squatted down and put Dorothy on the floor: "I...I'll go prepare some lunch?"

"Please let us join anyway." Akimi and Minen gave Marceau a begging for mercy, and then ran into the kitchen quickly.

"I'll help too." As a cat girl, Asami seemed to notice the embarrassment in the air. She was uneasy and chose to join the army of Aomi and Aoen.

Yan thought about it, his expression struggled, but finally stood beside Marceau: "I always feel that there will be big trouble. Could it be that your great-grandfather will also be involved... No, if he really has a share, we will be fine."

"I'm afraid he doesn't have this right now." The cat tilted his head and watched the development of the scene.

"...Senior Sister Mo, what's wrong with you? Why don't you answer me? Why did I just sleep for a night? It's like passing through a time tunnel. This dream has been decades..." Dorothy walked to Mo Qingyu, and the girl's mouth was pursed, with big tears at the corner of her eyes: "What's wrong with me? Everyone, Maril, Aqiang... Where are you all going?"

"It's 2503 AD...Dear, you have been sleeping in this dream for more than twenty years."

Finally, Mo Qingyu stretched out his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of Dorothy's eyes: "I don't know where Otto is, nor where Marel and the others are, but they are still together, although someone has already..." Mo Qingyu said this and turned his head to look at Marceau. As a caring person, Marceau could see the hesitation and confusion on Mo Qingyu's face. After thinking about it, Marceau finally walked to her side: "Hello, Dorothy."

"Hello...I don't know you, who are you?"

Yes, how could you know me? You and I are not from the same era.

Marceau sighed and took over his sister's voice: "Do you still remember that summer outing?"

"Ah...ah! Yes, I remember! I remember, before I went to bed, I was thinking that I would go to play with my classmates tomorrow... But, when I woke up in this dream... I found that I could not log out of the game... Everyone was gone, and their names were not in the friend column..." Speaking of this, Dorothy reached out and grabbed Mo Qingyu's hand: "Senior sister, do you know."

"Your senior sister told me everything about you." Marceau stopped Mo Qingyu's speech, thinking that such a thing should be told by him: "The fact is that you have already stepped down, and you are also traveling with your classmates, but... you died because of an accident."

Without the blackening as expected, the screaming of the head held in the expectation, and the tears flowed into a river, the girl was silent for a moment, and then shook her head: "If you say I'm dead... who am I now?"

Yan stood beside Marceau, her eyes full of alertness towards Dorothy.

"This kind of question is too philosophical, why not ask about gm?" After Marceau said that, he took the bell that Youjiu threw over and shook it.

A portal opened quickly next to Marceau, and then a guy in a white robe came out: "Little princess... wait a moment, who are you?"

He looked at the bells in Marceau and Marceau's hands with expressionless faces.

"Wesley, can't you turn around?" Youjiu looked embarrassed: "Are you programmers' necks poured from cement?"

"Uh... please don't say that anyway. My neck is good, but then again, is there anything you have to do with me? Now it's working hours, even if Senior Sister Mo is here..." This neck... isn't right, the programmer who doesn't move his eyes at all finally saw Mo Qingyu and Dorothy beside her. The guy was silent for a while, then licked his lips, looked around, as if he was confirming where he was.

"Wesley!" Dorothy called out the programmer's name: "Long time no see, you're taller again!"

"My God, I must be dreaming..." Wesley walked to Dorothy, and he knelt on his knees, staring blankly at the little girl in front of him: "Dorthyy? No, you..."

"I..." The smile on Dorothy's face disappeared. She looked at Wesley and then at Marceau. Finally, her face was filled with bitterness: "So, you didn't lie to me."

Marceau pursed his lips, hugged the little sister of the Mo family with her left hand, who could no longer stop her tears, and hugged the flames that covered her mouth with her right hand, and handed her tail to the hand that needed some warmth.

"Wait a minute, there must be something wrong with this. Dorothy, you have my memory and the senior sister's memory. Do you still remember Otto, Marill?"

"He remembers it all." Marceau answered on behalf of Dorothy.

"That is to say, Dorothy has all the memories before the accident. This is impossible. As far as I know, the system cannot backup the players' memories. This is not a black technology. If such a thing is exposed, it will be wrong..." The programmer was already a little incoherent. He grabbed his head, which was not much hair: "Why do you have memories, Dorothy, do you still remember what happened before you went offline that day?"

"Remember, I was off the line that day... No, it should be before I went to bed. I was still thinking about what snacks to bring to play with everyone tomorrow. I want to prepare some... You have prepared Maril's favorite almond cakes, Otto's favorite dried fruits, and my favorite chocolate beans."

The programmer and Dorothy looked at each other for a while, and finally, Dorothy laughed: "Well, it seems you're having a good time."

"Well, I'm very happy, because it's the first time you've made me some snacks." Wesley said, stretching out his hand and opening his arms: "Dear, long time no see."

"Long time no see. Although I know that my own death is particularly strange,... it's great to see you."

Looking at her embracing him, Marceau licked the corner of her mouth, then hugged her girl tightly, and at the same time felt the wailing from her tail.

This silly girl, this is my tail, not your handkerchief.

"So, I'll go to the backstage to search." After kissing Dorothy's forehead, Wesley looked up at Marceau and the girls present: "Why did Dorothy wake up in the fifth opening era? I'm still a mystery now. I want to untie it... Then, I will apply to peel off Dorothy's memory. This is a miracle. Do you know, my dear, if you know you're alive this way, I don't know how happy it would be." The programmer said, standing up and holding up Dorothy's hands: "It's great, our youngest sister is still there, it's really like a dream."

"Ah, someone knocks on the door, I'll go and see." Marceau let go, and then looked at the long-term pinching his tail. Until the girl let go of her hand a little embarrassedly, the cat walked towards the hotel gate, opened the latch, and at the same time put on the sunglasses and bastards. The sound of the grenade being pulled open was clearly heard by me. This kind of ring-pull only has flash bullets. Although I don't know what god is, you meet today... What does this smell like? My nose is so itchy!

While Marceau was crying and squirting, he heard the invader screaming: "Miss Youjiu!?" Wait, the voice of the dwarf sounded a little familiar?

"How could it be you?" Wait a minute, why is the voice of this half-ling so familiar?

"Fortunately, no offensive grenade was thrown!" Wait a minute, why is the human voice so familiar?!

"Otto!" This is Dorothy's voice.

"Doros!" This is... the cat wiped his nose. Isn't this his old enemy?
Chapter completed!