Lin Sanjiu felt that if bee sting venom had a choice, she would definitely choose to grow two tentacles on her head: no matter what situation she encountered, she would first stretch out the tentacles to explore.
For example, she could almost feel that the tour guide's two invisible tentacles were carefully testing her proposal.
"Memory...can I still manipulate it?" Bee Sting Poison said as she hesitantly wiped the wet towel from her arm. When she wasn't paying attention, a small piece of semi-dried fleshy skin fell into it.
In the bucket. "That... no, it can't be your black smoke, right? I saw the one covering the head."
Lin Sanjiu smiled bitterly. Even if the tour guide returned to normal, the two of them would not have a close relationship, not to mention that she was still under the influence of the fallen species. It would naturally not be easy to convince her to hand over her mind to others.
"Of course not," she explained patiently, "I actually don't have black smoke that can corrode the neurons in my brain."
In order to demonstrate, she turned on the [Power of Description] again and performed the same operation - if there were enough raw materials, she could temporarily create and change a certain form of substance through description; the bee sting venom first saw her
His whole head disappeared into the black smoke, and he immediately panicked: "You don't need to take your own head either..."
"It's okay," Lin Sanjiu waved his hand and said, "What you see is actually the black smoke that I used to transform part of the ordinary air into black smoke using objects. It is actually harmless."
Bee Sting Poison moved closer to his head, his golden eyes looking through the hazy black smoke, like fireflies in a foggy night. "Are you really okay?"
"I didn't have anything that could deal with people being sticky at the time, so I had to use two unrelated objects to act out a scene together," Lin Sanjiu removed the black smoke and said, "Actually, I just wanted to leave an impression on people, that is,
Among the two human bodies at the scene, the one with black smoke was his own body, and the one without black smoke could be absorbed. It happened to be very dark in the exhibition hall, so it couldn't see clearly, and it didn't know that I could replace the black smoke at any time. Look at the result,
Isn’t it quite successful?”
"I really can't tell that you still have such quick wit." The tour guide admired and asked: "Then what are you going to use on me? Why do you have so many special items? Could it be that... are you rich?
?”
With the bee sting poison as a comparison, Lin Sanjiu felt for the first time that she might indeed be considered a rich person. She coughed and felt that it was hard to compare herself to others in person, and said: "Well...it doesn't really count."
.Have you finished wiping? You put your clothes on first, and then I will call him out and let him explain to you."
The tour guide looked confused, but nodded.
Evolutionaries born after the apocalypse, regardless of gender, don't seem to value privacy such as exposing their bodies - isn't it just a piece of flesh that everyone has? How many people died on the roadside without their shirts covering their bodies?
, they are all people who have today and no tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter - she took the clothes from the box with her bare back and looked unhurried, completely unaware that Lin Sanjiu was sitting on pins and needles beside her.
It wasn't until the two of them had tidied up and poured out the dirty water that Lin Sanjiu realized that she couldn't release Ah Quan's copy without an attack target - even if she targeted herself.
She had no choice but to show the card that A Quan had made into a copy to the tour guide, and added as many explanations as possible based on the description of the card. Under cautious doubts, the tour guide discovered that there were quite a few questions, and the two of them talked back and forth.
It lasted nearly ten minutes - according to her, "I'm late to meet the tour group members anyway, so why should I be in a hurry? I might as well clarify this issue first."
When she finally nodded, Lin Sanjiu was so nervous that her palms were sweating a little.
Speaking of which, it wasn't really a big deal to blur her memory with Bee Sting Poison, but she didn't know why, but she was a little afraid to see Ah Quan.
Although Ah Quan didn't say it explicitly, after modifying her memory, had he been waiting for her to enter the dungeon again and restore her memory? She had been delaying and unwilling to restore it... Will Ah Quan also be disappointed in her?
If you think about it carefully, he was indeed very restrained in his changes. Lin Sanjiu even vaguely knew which of her memories had been deleted - for example, she remembered that she had experienced something after entering the Ah Quan dungeon last time.
A series of other people's memories; but who exactly she experienced and what happened in her memory, she didn't even have the slightest impression.
In the same way, Lin Sanjiu hopes to only let Bee Sting Poison retain the experience of "accidentally entering the mind of a fallen species", but remove the details and content that can shake and distort people's hearts.
"I'm ready," the tour guide said very nervously, holding her pants tightly with both hands, sitting on the bed and saying, "Isn't it scary? That NPC Ah Quan... does he look like a human being?"
That's a person.
Lin Sanjiu muttered secretly, stood in the corner of the room, facing the tour guide sitting on the bed, raised his hand and threw the condensed copy of the cube out - the air, light and shadow swayed slightly imperceptibly, like the wind blowing softly.
He caught the sunlight for a while, and in the blink of an eye, Ah Quan had turned his back to her and appeared in the center of the room.
The tour guide took a breath, glanced at him uneasily, and gradually relaxed her shoulders.
Ah Quan seemed unable to turn his head to see who had cast the copy; from his back, Lin Sanjiu felt that he was slightly startled when he first saw the bee sting poison. He probably did not expect that the target this time was a stranger.
——But she couldn't say whether it was her imagination or not.
"Please blur the details of the memory that affected her after she entered the mind of the fallen species, so that she will no longer be affected by the negative effects of the fallen species..." Lin Sanjiu let Ah Quan know who it was through the next sentence.
She was standing behind him: "Just like when you transformed me, there is no need to let her forget that she has been transformed."
Looking from the back, Ah Quan exhaled slightly.
The look on the tour guide's face soon became like a heavy fog. In confusion, she stood up gently and walked to Ah Quan. Everything was like a pantomime. When Ah Quan stretched out his hands, she
My whole body started to tremble, and I nodded and shed tears. I handed my hand to him tremblingly, but full of hope.
...As Lin Sanjiu expected, this task was not a big deal for Ah Quan, and he quickly completed the transformation of the tour guide's memory.
When she put away the dungeon, the last worry in her heart had dissipated: If there was even the slightest possibility that the body of the tour guide was really the consciousness of a fallen species, then after she entered the Ah Quan dungeon, the consciousness of the fallen species would
All the memories will be spread out in front of Ah Quan's eyes, leaving nothing to hide. Now Ah Quan has not shown any strangeness or surprise from beginning to end, which has proved that the memories he saw only belong to the tour guide herself.
"Bee sting poison? How do you feel?" Lin Sanjiu asked softly.
The tour guide wiped her eyes, wiped away the remaining tears, and broke into a smile. "Don't always call me by my full name," she seemed to feel relaxed all over, and her voice sounded like she was jumping up and down.
, "Just call me Bee Sting, that's what my friends all call me."
She took a long breath. "Have I ever been seriously troubled by degenerate thoughts? I really can't remember it at all...except for being a little curious, I feel no different from before."
That's good - Lin Sanjiu was also relieved. While watching Fengzhen accept Ah Quan's memory transformation, she seemed to be stirred up by some kind of faint emotion, and several thoughts rushed up at the same time; just as she
When I was sorting my thoughts, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
There were many residents in the Dazhenji, and the place was small. People were walking around in the crowded corridors from time to time. Lin Sanjiu had long been accustomed to the sound of footsteps. It was not until the knock on the door that the two of them were suddenly startled and looked at each other.
One glance made everyone feel a little wary and worried.
Could it be that Giza didn't hold on? That's not right. How could the Fallen Species Exhibition find the tour guide's home so quickly?
"Who...who?" Fengzhi asked carefully, holding her throat.
"Is it Miss Feng? Is it you who sent the message earlier that you were looking for a craftsman to remove the artifacts?" answered a strange male voice outside the door.
Before Lin Sanjiu could ask what a "decomposition craftsman" was, Feng Zhi's shoulders suddenly relaxed and the color returned to her face.
"I almost didn't remember," she explained a little embarrassedly, "I sent a message on the communication channel before, saying that I wanted to find a craftsman to help you untie the iron rope on your body... It turns out that I even left the address.
Forgot. At that time, I thought we would get home soon, but I didn’t expect to be delayed for so long by the fallen species. This man is also slow, and he only came now, so I sent him away."
"Hey, no need," Lin Sanjiu sat cross-legged on the ground, stopped her and asked, "I just need to find such a person. Can he also unlock the effects of special items?"
"I'll ask him," Bee Sting opened the door.
The decomposer's income was obviously higher than that of the tour guide, because the young man at the door was obviously a little out of place with the Grand Formation. When the door opened, he seemed to be slightly surprised by the small cell that was as narrow as a prison cell.
"Ah, yes," the young man was polite and attentive. After hearing the question about the bee needle, he hurriedly replied: "Of course it depends on the special item, but my success rate is relatively high, more than 70%."
It seems that this ratio is indeed high. The tour guide nodded in appreciation. "Do you belong to any organization? How do you call me?"
"My surname is Wu, and I am from the Hai Crab Group," the young man said while handing her a small thing, which seemed to be some kind of letter. After checking it, the tour guide asked the price again, and Lin Sanjiu had no objection.
, so we quickly discussed it: Feng Zhen needs to go back to see the tour group members to clean up the mess. It just so happens that Lin Sanjiu can take Xiao Wu back to unlock the effects of special items. Let's stay away for now - the two of them hand it over.
We have broken up our friendship, and once this storm has passed, we can meet again in the future.
But before the tour guide left, Lin Sanjiu had one last request for her help.
After asking Xiao Wu to wait for her in the corridor, she closed the door, looked at the tour guide who was confused, and calmed down - it was difficult to make this decision, even when Lin Sanjiu handed over the small copy cube.
When she did, the resistance, reluctance, suspicion and shrinkage in her heart almost made her unwilling to let go.
Just as Bee Needle took a risk to trust her once, she is also taking a risk to trust Bee Needle at this moment.
"What?" Feng Zhi was a little surprised, "Why do you give me this?"
"I hope... you can use it to attack me." Lin Sanjiu's every word was very slow and difficult. "My memory has been changed a lot by Ah Quan's cover. Only when I am attacked by the copy again can I
Opportunity to recover. The me you see now is not the real me...or should be said, just a small part of me. I think it's time."
Ah Quan, who was called out for the second time on the same day, suddenly smiled when he saw that the target was her.
It was like an old friend who had agreed to meet at a certain time and she came late, but she finally came.
The feeling of regaining memories was not as impactful as she thought. To use an analogy, it was as if she had been wandering around in a dark and narrow place, thinking that this was a safe corner; when her past memories disappeared,
As soon as it was lit up and the false memories gradually receded toward the horizon, she suddenly realized that there was a vast grassland outside, and the way home was right at her feet.
"Fortunately," Ah Quan sighed softly when everything was over: "You didn't become one of the permanent members of the memoirs."
I'm afraid he also had fear and regret, right? After all, considering the results of his transformation, it is a bit contradictory to expect her to take the initiative to step into the dungeon again.
Bee Sting naturally stuffed the cube formed by the copy into Lin Sanjiu's hand. Because he couldn't delay any longer, he told her softly while she was still in a trance.
Farewell. After Feng Zhen left, Lin Sanjiu still stood alone in her narrow and shabby little room, in the gradually sinking skylight outside the window, in the memory of the waves hitting the beach repeatedly, quietly.
The ground was stunned for a while.
What have I done, she thought with a wry smile.
After Lin Sanjiu came back to her senses, she first searched carefully in the card library. Her supplies such as food and water had suffered a lot in the play dungeon, so except for a small amount of water and some
In addition to the cans, she also left a bag full of red crystals on the tour guide's box, a "four-generation refrigerator", a small lighting tool, and four or five books that she had read for the gift bag, and she also
I found it a very interesting book.
By the time she felt that everything was sorted, she knew that including the time for the copy to take effect, she had spent at least half an hour in the house.
But she also knew that half an hour was nothing.
When Lin Sanjiu opened the door, the decomposer was still waiting for her in the corridor outside the room.
"Let's go," she said softly, looking at the house.
