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Drops of water mixed with wisteria petals landed on the female scientist's cheeks, and she stretched out her fingertips to gently brush them off.

"Did you hear that? The lost city is collapsing." Cesina Gesell gracefully turned her face to the side, and said to the young man opposite the stone table, "This place will soon disappear."

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In the space emitting soft white light, a flower stand stands alone, and the sea water flows from the purple flower clusters and leaves, pattering like a light rain.Cesina and Dashawn sat facing each other, their calves were submerged under the turbulent water surface, and the water spray wetted their clothes and kept rising.

Dashawn leaned slightly and held Cesina's hands on the stone table. The two black rings were very close together: "What's the matter? This is the creation of your fantasy. From the moment the fantasy is born, it isEverlasting."

"It's hard for you to accompany me for so many years." Cesina shook his hand and said with nostalgia, "Now, it's time to say goodbye."

"I'm just a piece of data stored in the Lost City, which is a simulation of Dashawn's personality, and so are you." Dashawn showed his signature, soft smile like a cloud, "Don't say 'farewell' so sadThe vocabulary, I will still accompany you, in the endless ocean of the fantasy sea system."

"In that sea of data filled with 1s and 0s, can you still find me?"

"Yes. Didn't we agree on a code word?" Dashawn blinked, "I won't miss you, my sweetheart."

The black rings they wore on their fingers suddenly fell apart, returning to the original appearance of data, shooting straight into the distance in the shape of sea water, and disappearing at the end of the world.Cecina looked down at her bare fingers and sighed almost inaudibly:

"I don't know what the main city will look like...Is it right or wrong to hand over the lock of the brain to those two young people?"

The water came over her neck, then her lips and eyes.Cecina and Dashawn were completely submerged in the water, and the melting happened from the bottom up, obliterating their fixed posture, a series of tiny bubbles rose in the water, and there was no one around the stone table.

The last thing to melt was the stone table and the wisteria flower stand above their heads, and the purple mist filled the bottom of the water, very similar to the color of the evening primrose that Dashawn carried in his business card when the two met for the first time, but it was more colorful than that small flower.A bit of solemn color.

——Starting from the evening primrose that cannot see the light, and ending with the wisteria flower that is entangled with persistence.

The blinds were tightly closed, and the room was enveloped in darkness, except for a small lamp on the bedside.From nowhere came the sound of a fan running monotonously, making me drowsy.

Rosie is indeed sleeping, one after another bizarre dreams come and go, he wanders in the grotesque dreams, but his heart is very peaceful, as if he understands that he is held in the arms of Deng Huailing outside the dreams, no matter which embraceNo matter how turbulent it is, no matter in the sky or under the sea, the breath of the other party can soothe his mind.

But after a while, the man walked into the room and threw him on the bed.He dazedly grabbed Deng Huailing's sleeves in protest, and picked him up with a smile on his face, let him sit on his lap, took off his coat, and took off his trousers gently.

It wasn't until Deng Huailing's slender fingers unbuttoned his shirt, and his hot fingertips touched his chest, that Rosie suddenly shivered.The dream was instantly dispelled, and he opened his eyes suddenly:

"You... what are you doing?"

His voice still has the dullness of just waking up. It was a warning word, but the ending was soft, as if deliberately looking back at the prey with clear eyes, which is the kind of temptation that hunters are most fascinated by.

"Check your injuries." Deng Huailing's face was against the light, and his brown eyes were hidden in the shadow of his forehead, making it difficult to fathom his emotions.He explained with a hoarse voice, "The coat is full of blood, I can't tell."

Rosie looked down, not only his coat, but his shirt had been dyed red, and the hideous blood stains were shocking.He hastily pulled off Deng Huailing's unfinished buttons, took off his shirt, and showed the other party his smooth and undamaged skin: "It's nothing serious, I told you before, my spirit will repair itself, sleep on itThat's it."

He lied. He had experienced the intensive attack of the bionic army twice in a row, and his mental damage had reached the limit. Just now he really thought that he would die on the battlefield, so he said those words to Deng Huailing.But Rosie thinks this is a harmless lie, no matter what the terrible price, he is still alive and well.

Deng Huailing didn't answer, his eyes stayed on his almost naked body.Rosie has long been used to living in a dormitory with a group of same-sex people, but now she feels uncomfortable, and her cheeks are getting hot: "Do you have other, other clothes..."

"In the cabinet." Deng Huailing said.

Rosie rose from the other's arms, stepping on the floor with her bare feet.This is Deng Huailing's fantasy sea system, which is very similar to the other party's apartment in the main city. After being wanted by the government, Deng Huailing can never go back there again, but there is no doubt that the narrow apartment has a special meaning for him.It is of great significance, so it is reproduced in the fantasy sea system.

Rosie is already familiar with the furnishings in the closet.He rummaged through the grid where the jacket was placed, intentionally avoiding the dark green teddy bear sweater, and casually grabbed a pure black shirt that Deng Huailing often wore, and sat down beside the other while buttoning it.

Deng Huailing still stared at him and asked, "Like this one?"

"...Hmm." Rosie nodded involuntarily as she recalled how Deng Huailing wore this dress.Deng Huailing, who was dressed in black, was always cold and efficient. Because he had to perform tasks that saw blood, he could only wear dark-colored clothes that were easy to wash, but he looked even more neat.

"I like it too." Deng Huailing smiled and helped him push the long hair on the side of his face behind his ears.

The distance between the two almost disappeared, Luo hoped that Deng Huailing was a little at a loss, he didn't expect that their relationship could be made up to this point.Every sentence "I love you" to Deng Huailing is of course sincere, but his original plan was to die here, and Rosie would accompany her. He never thought about the possibility of sitting next to Deng Huailingbe yourself.

"Mr. Deng," Rosie racked her brains to explain this relationship to Deng Huailing, but what she blurted out was, "The brain lock... have you found it?"

Deng Huailing was not surprised that he would bring up this question, and took his right hand wearing the black ring: "Here. After you fainted, the lost city collapsed, the sea water became the black ring, and the lock of the brainData should be stored in it."

Rosie stared at the ring's dull, reflective surface, and stroked it.What he was thinking in his heart was not this treasure that everyone coveted, but Deng Huailing beside him. The person's body temperature, focused gaze, and slightly hoarse voice when speaking, faithfully expressed through the Huanhai system, disturbed him.sanity.