He raised his head and looked towards the tall building.

The portrait of Asa Acto was still lit, the only source of light in the night.

The young doctor smiled gently, as if he could spread his knowledge and wisdom into this gloomy world.

The images of Su Mingan and Akto stared at each other for a long time, like two faraway travelers looking at each other.

In the world chat channel, players are still chatting:

[Haggart (unaffiliated):!! I can really hear his voice. I feel the "source" in my body. There is a voice teaching me how to use the "source"! 】

[Mi Lili (United Group): Don’t listen! The gods of this world are Tawei, they are not good things! Don’t be fooled by the temporary increase in combat power! 】

[Sun Xun (Yangtze River System): Even though I don’t want to hear it, these voices are still ringing in my ears. They are tempting me and making me recognize them...]

[Li Yi (unaffiliated): Well, will we players also suffer from the "deficiency" disease? If we recognize other dimensions, will we gradually lose our memory and become a different person from before? The deficiency disease is contagious.

If we get sick and return to the world of the Lord God...]

[Logicchi (unaffiliated): It should...not be so. "Deletion" disease is a disease, should it be a physical problem? Part of the brain? I think we will be cured when we return. 】

…

Su Mingan looked away.

It's New Year's Eve in a few days.

A year ago, he would never have imagined that he would face such a dilemma a few days before New Year's Eve this year.

He took out an ID card and walked towards a small two-story building.

With a beep, the door lock opened, and he pushed the door open and entered.

This residence is very clean, the coffee table in the living room is spotless, and some art books are stacked on the table.

The living room and bedroom are connected together. A small and neat bed is placed in the corner, next to several boxes of unopened paints.

He went up the stairs, and the wooden stairs creaked. When he stepped onto the somewhat short two-story attic, he opened the door and saw an open view.

The low windows slanted down the dim light, and in the angled room, dozens of drawing papers were hung on wooden shelves, arranged in a row, like reflective half-length mirrors.

The owner of the house should be good at gouache painting, and most of his paintings are landscapes.

The green mountains and rivers are almost invisible in this era. They are like dreamlike scenes left on the drawing paper, making people yearn for them.

There are two blood-red seals on the door downstairs.

[House owner number IJ-1982, Qiu Li, confirmed dead.]

【The house will be processed.】

…

With a "crash", Su Mingan opened a book on the ground titled "Records of Scenery Before the Catastrophic Disaster of the Century" - the pictures in the book were of faint distant mountains, with peaks and ridges, clear water like a mirror, and hills carrying a few traces of mist.

, the scenery is quite beautiful.

It can be seen that Qiu Li yearns for the era before the catastrophe of the century.

When she was walking with him, what would she think about when she occasionally lost her mind?

I wonder...if she didn't have [the missing], would she be able to live long enough to witness these beauties with her own eyes?

Su Mingan closed the book in his hand.

He put the ID card between the pages of the book and pasted the small name "Qiu Li" together with the distant mountains she longed for.

Suddenly, he turned his head and saw a figure wearing a black robe and holding a flute, floating outside the low window.

The man in black robe is playing the flute, and the sound of the flute is quiet and sweet at night.

Su Mingan's vigilance was instantly heightened.

...This man was really like a ghost, suddenly appearing outside his window.

"Lovis, come take a walk with me." Lin Guang said. He put down his flute and showed a stiff smile.

"You really want to be friends with me?" Su Mingan took a step back.

"Lovis, come with me for a walk." Lin Guang didn't answer, just repeated.

Su Mingan was silent for a moment.

"Okay." He said.

He should sacrifice some sleep tonight. The opponent is the camp boss after all.

Lin Guang smiled, and he seemed very happy with this result.

When leaving the house, Su Mingan looked back.

There is a large landscape painting hanging on the wall of the room.

The deserted crescent moon hangs on the branches, and the deep sky is inlaid with stars and bright moon. A girl wearing a demon fox mask stands under the blooming peach blossoms, her bright red knot raising a crimson arc.

This is a very beautiful painting.

Qiu Li is indeed very talented in painting. Each of her paintings can give people a glimpse of the beautiful era before the catastrophe of the century.

It's a pity that this kind of painting talent is the most worthless thing in this era.

"Do you care about the owner of this house?" Lin Guang's voice came from next to him.

"No." Su Mingan said.

"She is dead." Lin Guang said: "People will not be resurrected. If she is dead, she is dead."

He insisted on emphasizing this point.

"I know, I was just passing by." Su Mingan said.

"It's meaningless. It's a waste of time. She's already dead." Lin Guang said.

Su Mingan was silent - doesn't it count as a waste of time to go shopping with you in the dark?

...He can't talk logic with mental illness.

"That person named Qiu Li, her room is full of paintings from before the catastrophe of the century." Lin Guang said: "Although there are only some inconsequential records like landscape paintings left, people are still trying to restore the restoration thirty years ago.

The world. Even though their memories have been erased, they still yearn for it..."

Speaking of this, Lin Guang's eyes gradually became gloomy:

"They... don't like my era."

Lin Guang was talking about "my era", and he regarded himself as the ruler of the current era.

As the most powerful agent of the gods, Lin Guang can kill anyone he likes and dominate any believer in the city of gods. He does have the qualifications to say so.

But in Su Ming'an's view, Lin Guang was just a dog who took refuge in him and betrayed the world.

A dog that was lucky enough to come into contact with him first, received the most favor from him, and therefore became the most powerful dog.

A dog is a dog after all.

Lin Guang only took advantage of Asa's disappearance within thirty years to occupy such a dominant position.

They walked in the dim night, there was only the sound of crushing frost, there was no scenery around them, and the temperature was even freezing to death, but Lin Guang seemed to enjoy this "walk".

It seemed that Lin Guang felt very happy just by walking like this.

As they walked, Lin Guang took out the flute again and started playing.

Lin Guang stopped when he passed the Fenghuo Shelter.

"What's wrong?"

"You're home." Linguang said, "Good night."

He had no intention of occupying Su Ming'an's sleep time.

This walk, which is called a walk, is actually more like a kind of protection at night.

Su Mingan walked towards the shelter, Lin Guang still stood there and looked at him.

Seeing Su Ming'an turn around, Lin Guang reluctantly smiled again, the expression on his stiff facial features looking quite distorted.

"——Tomorrow is my last day of patrolling District 11, and then I will return to the City of Gods." Linguang said, "Luvis, are you willing to come with me?"

Su Mingan looked at Lin Guang.

The next moment, he activated the power-holder skill.

…

[The skill of the person in power failed to activate.]

…

……Um?

Su Ming'an was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the skill of the person in power had failed again.

There are only three possibilities - the other party does not have a favorability bar, or the other party is not a human being, or the other party is already full of favorability.

Lin Guang stood there, waiting for his answer.

"No." Su Mingan said: "I have already joined the freedom camp and will not switch to the god camp."

Lin Guang's expression did not change when he heard Su Ming'an reject him.
To be continued...