Lin Qiye remembered that Gilgamesh told him that fighting could keep him awake.
Now it seems that what can keep him awake may not only be fighting... but more importantly, it is pain.
When the memory has been tampered with and it is impossible to distinguish between falsehood and reality, pain is the "anchor" that fixes Gilgamesh's consciousness and can pull him out of the illusory memory and return to reality.
"Gilgamesh." Lin Qiye said in a deep voice, "What just happened?"
Gilgamesh slowly climbed up from the deep pit in the ground. His gray robe was covered with dust. He looked down at his hands, pain flashing in his eyes:
"My king...I have seen the people of Uruk again."
"The people of Uruk?" Lin Qiye was startled, "What are they doing?"
"...slaughtered."
Gilgamesh took a deep breath, "Sumerian gods and monsters rushed into the city from all directions, killing the people of Uruk crazily. I was fighting one of the gods, but I couldn't win.
Get over him..."
Lin Qiye turned to look at Sun Wukong.
In Gilgamesh's confused memory, he was fighting against gods from the Sumerian pantheon, but in reality, it was Sun Wukong who was fighting against him.
So, does his false memory correspond to his actions in the real world?
Sun Wukong stared at Gilgamesh with complicated eyes for a long time, and said lightly:
"If you want to fight in the future, you can call me anytime."
After he finished speaking, he gave Lin Qiye a look, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.
Lin Qiye understood what he meant and followed him.
Brachi held the harp, pondered for a moment, turned to look at Gilgamesh, and said seriously:
"If you want to fight, don't come to me. After all, ten of me can't beat you...but if you want to find someone to chat with, I'm here for you."
Gilgamesh looked at him silently, and the two leaving figures, with complicated expressions in his eyes.
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Lin Qiye and Sun Wukong walked to the second floor of the hospital building. The latter glanced at Brachi and Gilgamesh below, and took the initiative to say:
"His situation is not good. There may not be much time left for you."
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye froze on the spot.
"What's the meaning?"
"In the past few days, every time I played against him, I could feel that his condition was getting worse and worse. This time he was completely out of control. Maybe it was a sign that the existence of outside manipulation of his memory had broken some boundaries and began to
Gradually it affects his behavior."
"After the first time, he will only lose control more and more times, and the frequency will gradually increase.
If this continues, he will either fall into complete memory confusion and go crazy, or he will start to self-mutilate or even commit suicide because he wants to maintain his sanity..."
Hearing these words, Lin Qiye's face turned ugly to the naked eye.
He had also thought about what Sun Wukong said, but in his speculation, the worst case scenario was that the treatment progress returned to 0% and returned to the state of just walking out of the ward.
But this time, the situation is a little different.
If someone is really using means to manipulate Gilgamesh's memory from the outside, the lower limit of the deterioration may be far beyond his imagination, and may even be worse than when he left the ward. It is not impossible that the treatment progress will drop to 0% and become a negative number.
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"I understand." Lin Qiye nodded solemnly, "I will find out the source of Gilgamesh's disease as soon as possible and eliminate it."
Sun Wukong nodded slightly, "Being able to control the memory of a god is definitely not an easy matter...be careful."
"Um."
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Lin Qiye's consciousness returned from the hospital and he immediately sat up from the bed.
He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, put on his clothes, quickly walked out of the house, went straight to the door of the memory room, and knocked on the door.
Tuk-tuk-tuk-!
"Tsk, who is it? It's so late at night."
A sound came from behind the door, followed by the sound of slippers scraping against the ground.
squeak.
The door opened, and Jiu Jiu was standing behind the door wearing a pair of brown plush pajamas with a look of displeasure on his face.
After leaving Daxia, Jiu Jiu returned her hair to silvery white, with messy hair hanging down to her waist. She wore a pair of round black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, giving her a bit more bookish air. She was completely different from the one who played around with motorcycle modifications during the day.
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"Is it you?" Jiu Ji glanced at Lin Qiye and said angrily: "Do you know what time it is now?"
"I know." Lin Qiye nodded and said seriously, "But I have something important to ask you."
"important things?"
Memorial looked at his eyes suspiciously, and after confirming that he was not joking, he silently wrapped himself in his plush pajamas, turned around and walked into the room.
"Change your shoes, come in... Don't close the door tightly, leave a crack, otherwise who knows if there is a man and a woman alone in the same room in the middle of the night, who can tell..."
Lin Qiye put on his slippers with a wry smile and walked into the memorial room.
The warm light cast a halo, illuminating a corner of the room. The desk in the center was covered with various thick books. There were also a few pieces of draft paper with wet ink scattered on the table, filled with complicated formulas that Lin Qiye couldn't understand.
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"Introduction to Plasma Physics", "Principles of Nuclear Fusion", "In-depth Study of Atomic Trajectories in Critical States"...
"It's so late and you're still studying?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.
Xiu Jiu walked behind the desk and sat on a chair. Her long silver-white hair looked like a golden waterfall under the warm light. She took off the round-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose and rubbed the corners of her eyes tiredly:
"How can you become stronger if you don't study?"
"You are already the ceiling of humanity, how much stronger do you want to be?"
"...It's not enough." Memorial shook his head slightly, a hint of loneliness flashed in his eyes, "I'm still far away."
Lin Qiye asked in confusion, "Isn't this enough? Do you want to break through and become a god? Even so, there is no need to be so anxious... What do you want to do?"
Jiu Jiu did not answer, she just rubbed the back of her hand gently, and after a long time, she slowly spoke:
"I want... to go home."
"Go home? Where is your home?"
"Where your hospital comes from, that's where my home is."
Lin Qiye's pupils shrank, and he said in shock: "Are you from the same place as the Gods' Mental Hospital?"
"Otherwise, why do you think I appeared in that hospital and walked through the fog with it?" Memorial leaned back on the chair and sighed, "Originally, I fell into this world with it.
of……"
Lin Qiye stared into Memorial's eyes, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, "I see... No wonder your Forbidden Ruins are so special and you have so many strange talents."
Memorial smiled, raised the back of his hand, and stared at the complex patterns made of intertwined pixels.
"This is not the Forbidden Ruins... In my world, this thing is called [枼文], but in terms of the presentation of its abilities, it is very similar to your Forbidden Ruins."
She raised her head, looked at Lin Qiye, and said solemnly:
"Your hospital is far more magical than you imagine. It can carry me into this world, and perhaps, it can also take me away from here...
Lin Qiye, you are the key to my return home."
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