He raised his head and looked at the tall building.

The portrait of Asa Aktor is still lit, the only source of light at night.

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

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

In the World Chat Channel, players are still chatting:

[Hagette (no membership):!! I can really hear the voice of the Dawei, I feel the "source" in my body, and a voice is teaching me how to use the "source"!]

[Mi Lili (United Group): Don't listen! The gods in this world are hiss, they are not good things! Don't be confused by the temporary increase in combat power!]

[Sun Xun (Yangtze River System): I obviously don’t want to hear it, but this sound always sounds in my ears. It is tempting me and making me recognize them...]

[Li Yi (no member): That, will we players also suffer from "missing" disease? If we recognize the Dawei, will we gradually lose our memory and become a different person from before? Missing disease will be contagious. If we get sick, we return to the world of the main god...]

[Logizi (no membership): It should...not be. "Deletion" is a disease, it should be a physical problem? The brain part? I think we will be cured when we return.]

...

Su Mingan withdrew his gaze.

New Year's Eve will be in a few days.

A year ago, he would never have thought 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 "drip", the door lock opened and he pushed the door into it.

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 the bedroom are connected together, and a narrow and neat bed is placed in the corner, next to it are several boxes of unopened pigments.

He went upstairs along the stairs, and the wooden stairs made a "creaking" sound. He stepped onto the somewhat short second-story loft. He pushed open the door and saw an open view.

The low windows slanted with dim light. In the obliquely angular room, dozens of painted papers were hung on wooden racks, arranged in rows, like reflective half-body mirrors.

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

The green landscapes are almost invisible in this era. They are like dreamy scenes, left on the drawing paper, making people yearn for it.

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

[House owner number IJ-1982, Qiuli, confirmed death.]

【The house will be processed.】

...

With a "slam" sound, Su Ming'an opened a book on the ground called "Scenery Records Before the Catastrophe of the Century" - the picture in the book is a faint distant mountain with peaks and mountains, clear water like a mirror, and the hills are carrying a few traces of fog, and the scenery is quite beautiful.

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

What do she think when she is walking with him and occasionally distracted?

I would wonder...If she hadn't [missed], could she work hard to live until she witnessed these beautiful scenery with her own eyes?

Su Mingan closed the book in his hand.

He clipped the ID card into the pages of the book and pasted the little name "Qiuli" with the distant mountains she longed for.

Suddenly, he turned his head and saw a figure in a black robe 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 pleasant at night.

Su Mingan's vigilance was instantly lifted to the highest point.

...This person is really like a ghost, suddenly appeared outside his window.

"Luves, go for a walk with me." Lin Guang said. He put down the flute and smiled stiffly.

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

"Luves, go for a walk with me." Lin Guang didn't answer, but just repeated it.

Su Mingan was silent for a moment.

"Okay." He said.

He will sacrifice his sleep time tonight, after all, the other party is the boss of the camp.

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

When he was out, Su Mingan looked back.

A large landscape painting hangs on the wall of the room.

The deserted crescent moon hangs on the branches, the deep sky is inlaid with stars and bright moons, and the girl wearing a fox mask stands under the blooming peach blossoms, and her bright red knots raise a crimson curve.

This is a very beautiful painting.

Qiuli is indeed very talented in painting. Every painting of her can give people a glimpse of the beautiful era before the catastrophe of the century.

Unfortunately, this kind of painting talent is the least valuable thing in this era.

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

"No." Su Mingan said.

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

He insisted on emphasizing this.

"I know, I'm just passing by." Su Mingan said.

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

Su Mingan is silent - isn't it a waste of time to go shopping here with you in a dark and fury manner?

...He can't talk to mentally ill.

"The person named Qiuli, in her room, was full of paintings from the past century." Lin Guang said: "Although there are only some irrelevant records such as landscape paintings, people are still trying to restore the world thirty years ago. Even though the memories have been eliminated, they still yearn for it so much..."

Speaking of this, a haze gradually emerged in Lin Guang's eyes:

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

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

As the most powerful perpetrator of the gods, Lin Guang was able to kill anyone and dominate any believer in the city of God by his preference. He really had the qualifications to say this.

But in Su Ming'an's view, Lin Guang was just a dog who defected to his wife and betrayed the world.

A lucky person to get the most contact with Tawei and get the most popular dog.

Dogs are dogs after all.

Linguang only took advantage of Asa's disappearance in thirty years before he occupied such a dominant position.

They walked in the dim night, with only the sound of shattering the frost, there was no scenery around them, and even the temperature would freeze to death, but Lin Guang seemed to enjoy this "walking".

It seems that as long as Lin Guang walks so simply, he feels very happy.

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

When passing by the beacon shelter, Lin Guang stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"You're home." Lin Guang said, "Good night."

He did not mean to force Su Mingan to sleep.

Along the way, it is actually more like a kind of night protection.

Su Mingan walked towards the shelter, and Lin Guang was still standing there looking at him.

Seeing Su Mingan turn around, Lin Guang barely smiled again, and his expression seemed quite distorted on his stiff facial features.

"——Tomorrow is the last day for me to patrol the 11th District, and I will return to the City of God after that." Lin Guang said: "Luves, are you willing to go with me?"

Su Mingan stared at Lin Guang.

The next moment, he activated the skills of the person in power.

...

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

...

……Um?

Su Mingan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the skills of the power would fail again.

There are only three possibilities: the other party does not have a favorable bar, or the other party is not a human, or the other party is already full of favorable feelings.

Lin Guang stood there, waiting for his answer.

"No." Su Mingan said: "I have joined the free camp and will not transfer to the god camp."

When Lin Guang's expression was not changed when he heard Su Mingan reject him.
To be continued...