"Congratulations on clearing this white night challenge!"

"Due to the temporary departure of the monitoring system, the next point will be settled by the Baiye master system for you."

The familiar eyes darkened again.

Consciousness briefly blurred, Bai Shuangxing calmed down and listened quietly to the system broadcast by his ear.

"Name: Baishuangxing"

"Completion of main task: 100%"

"Complete the task beyond the limit, remove all hidden dangers in the strange town, and ensure the absolute safety of Chen Sheng, get 20 points"

Hearing this, Bai Shuangxing was a little surprised.

The main task of this White Night is to protect Chen Sheng and lead the boy to escape from the dark river.

What they did was far from the mission requirements, and Baishuangxing thought that the system would deduct their rewards.

Unexpectedly, the result turned out to be "overfulfilling the task".

"Completion of side missions: 100%"

"Complete experience of hide-and-seek, one, two, three wooden figures, bedtime stories, and weddings in small town life, and get 20 points"

"Successfully kill the Mind Eater in the 'Wedding', reward 5 points"

"The challenger has been rated as the highest contributor for many times and received 10 points"

"Total points earned: 55"

"Thank you for the wonderful journey with you, and look forward to seeing you next time!"

After the system settlement was completed, Baishuangxing opened his eyes again and returned to the game store on Bliss Island.

A day in a white night is equivalent to an hour in the real world.

They entered the white night at noon, and it didn't take long at this moment. When Bai Shuangxing stood in front of the shelf and looked up, he was dazzled by the sunlight outside the door.

Compared with before, there are some changes in the store.

Some people were pulled into the white night without warning, and the customers did not dare to stay any longer, and either left on their own or were evacuated one by one by the shop assistants.

There were no guests around, replaced by a few solemn young people in suits and uniforms.

It's the Bureau of Investigation.

At the end of the white night, seeing Bai Shuangxing and others returned to the store unscathed, the detectives cast their eyes one after another.

Among them, the young man in the corner was crying, and his voice was drawn out, and he shouted: "Sister Xue——!"

Xue Zizhen: ...

Glancing at the intern Xiang Zhao with red eyes, Xue Zizhen had no choice but to support his forehead.

After being by her side for so long, she is still out of shape.

"When we checked the surveillance in the store, we were all shocked when we saw you."

The young man in the lead was tall and burly, with tough features and a deep bronze skin.

Facing Xue Zizhen's eyes, he smiled with some emotion: "I remember, today is your holiday."

Xue Zizhen is a well-known model worker in the Investigation Bureau, who never takes extra vacations throughout the year.

Today, he finally got an opportunity, but he never expected that he would have something to do with Bai Ye.

This time, he was even directly involved in the survival challenge of a narrow escape.

"It doesn't matter."

Xue Zizhen shrugged: "Large real-life live-action game, the experience is not bad."

She paused, remembering what the Goddess of Light had said, her eyes darkened slightly: "I have learned some new clues about Bai Ye."

Xue Zizhen emphasized his tone: "It's very important."

If the words of the God of Light are true, then an evil god is quietly approaching in a place that humans have not noticed.

The power of the evil god is absolutely beyond the reach of human beings. Before He descends, they must find a way to repair the barrier.

Otherwise, the world will inevitably fall into a mess.

This is a huge crisis that is closely related to all human beings.

"The White Night in Paradise Island has been successfully resolved by us, and it will not appear again in the future."

Xue Zizhen nodded to the pale-faced clerks, and finally, he looked at Bai Shuangxing: "This matter is very important, can I trouble you to go to the Investigation Bureau for a while?"

Baishuangxing never believes in individual heroism.

The coming of the evil god is no small matter, and with her own strength, it is absolutely impossible to stop it.

So after leaving the Bliss Island store, they followed Xue Zizhen to the Investigation Bureau and described what happened during the white night.

Of course, the focus of the conversation was the content of the Goddess of Light about the "evil god" and the "two worlds".

Shura has a withdrawn personality, hates communicating with strangers, and has been staying in the house of ghosts and unwilling to come out;

As a god, compared with him, the Goddess of Light is much more approachable.

After being summoned by Bai Shuangxing, the blond woman sat at the table and explained in detail everything she knew so far.

After listening to her narration, everyone in the Investigation Bureau fell into silence.

"another world……"

The bronze-skinned young man frowned: "Is there any way to repair the barrier?"

This is Xue Zizhen's colleague named Zhong Han.

"I'm trying to find."

The Goddess of Light said: "The barrier covers the entire two worlds, and it contains endless power. It will take a long time to destroy it with all its strength; and the difficulty of repairing it is undoubtedly greater than destroying it."

And she and Shura had suffered heavy injuries, only a ten-millionth of their strength in their heyday, so it was obviously impossible to restore the barrier.

"If," Xiang Zhao swallowed, and asked cautiously, "if the evil god really descends, what will this world look like?"

The God of Light was silent for a moment.

"He symbolizes Chaos and feeds on the fear and flesh of mankind."

"At that point, you're either contaminated or eaten," she said.

Several people present turned pale.

Shen Chan was puzzled: "Pollution?"

"Become his crazy believer, regard him as a lifelong faith, and be able to dedicate everything to him."

The God of Light smiled: "You don't want to become like that."

Because of her words, the atmosphere was extremely depressed.

The God of Light lowered his eyes slightly, thoughtfully: "But... there is still time."

She said: "The barrier has existed for hundreds of millions of years, and it is by no means something He can easily destroy. Conservative calculations, there should be three years before the arrival of the evil god."

three years.

The detectives looked different.

In the eyes of human beings, this is a gap that can barely get a breather, but in the eyes of the evil god with endless lifespan, three years is just a moment in a hurry.

Fortunately, they still have a chance.

"This matter must be reported to the superior immediately."

Zhong Han pressed the center of his eyebrows hard: "Three years..."

As early as when the first white night came, the saying about "the end of the world" was quietly spread.

Although he had a certain degree of psychological preparation, when he heard this fact with his own ears, he still felt strongly bored and depressed.

"My soul fragments are now scattered all over the world."

Guangming said: "I will gather them as soon as possible to give you help - besides me, there are other scattered gods in the world, and when they wake up one by one, they will also help you resist the invasion."

After she finished speaking, Zhong Han sighed: "Thank you."

"correct."

When he was about to get up and leave, the God of Light raised his lips and smiled, his tone was still gentle: "I don't like to disturb, if there is nothing important, please don't come to visit me, and don't reveal my existence and whereabouts, okay?"

When she spoke, she glanced at Bai Shuangxing from the corner of her eye.

Their eyes briefly met in mid-air, and Bai Shuangxing instantly understood the other party's intentions——

The reason why said this was to prevent her and Shen Chan from being constantly disturbed by the Investigation Bureau and the media, disrupting their daily lives.

Zhong Han responded without hesitation:

"Of course. Please don't make a big fuss and disclose this matter to others."

Once this news is known to the public, it will inevitably cause overwhelming panic.

After tossing and tossing from beginning to end, after signing the confidentiality agreement, it was already evening when Bai Shuangxing left the investigation bureau.

As a staff member of the Investigation Bureau, Xue Zizhen stayed in the meeting room to discuss the next countermeasures against evil gods.

In the end, still can't escape working overtime.

Stepping out of the investigative bureau's gate, Shen Chan was powerless and let out a long sigh: "Ah—so tired!"

First, she struggled to survive in the white night, and then experienced the serious interrogation by the detectives. She only felt that she was tortured physically and mentally, and she was exhausted.

Wen Chuchu also sighed.

The purpose of their trip this time was originally to choose a birthday gift for Jiang Mian, but they didn't expect to choose and choose, and almost cost their lives in it.

Fortunately, the Investigation Bureau was not too ruthless and provided them with a meal.

Otherwise, she would have to starve to death inside.

Thinking of this, Wen Chuchu touched her deflated belly.

That meal was at noon, and after so long, she was a little hungry again.

"Today was tough."

Ji Fenglin nodded slightly, with a hint of apology in his tone: "I'm sorry for making this happen to you."

The gift was bought for Jiang Mian, and as Jiang Mian's older brother, he didn't shirk it and took the responsibility directly.

"It's none of your business."

Bai Shuangxing smiled: "What's more, I was the first to discover that store."

"Bai Ye is very interesting this time, and I also met the Goddess of Light, so I won't lose any money."

Shen Chan was in a good mood: "But... what about Mianmian's gift?"

"I think "Ghost Story Town" is pretty good."

Bai Shuangxing said: "Looking at the final style, it looks like a fairy tale."

In that white night, when she saw the power of the God of Light enveloped the wilderness, and the townspeople turned into different gods and monsters, for a moment, she had an extremely strong desire to play "Ghost Talk"Town" impulse.

"I feel so too!"

Wen Chuchu raised his right hand: "Then let's go back to the store first? There are other games in Bliss Island, maybe we can pack them up and take them away—"

While talking, Wen Chuchu suddenly stopped.

They were standing at the gate of the Investigation Bureau, with a busy road in front of them.

On the side of the road, parked a valuable car.

At this moment, seeing them leaving the investigation bureau, the car door was slowly opened.

In the dim sunset, Wen Chuchu saw an old man with white hair.

Looking at each other, the old man gave her a shallow smile, revealing the deep wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

That is

Ji Fenglin was startled: "...Chen Sheng?"

Chen Sheng invited them into a high-end restaurant.

The private room was quiet and quiet, with no outsiders disturbing. The old man sat on the side and coughed a few times: "If you like anything, just order it."

Sitting at the banquet, Shen Chan always felt a little awkward.

In the white night, she and that little "Chen Sheng" lived and died together, and they were barely acquaintances with each other, but...

The person next to her now is completely different from what she remembered.

Decades have passed, and the child at that time has grown into a gray-haired old man. Counting the time, Chen Sheng is almost ninety years old.

The innocence and childishness of the past faded away without a trace. Although his eyes were friendly and kind, the vicissitudes and calmness of thousands of sails were precipitated in his eyes. No matter what, it was difficult to connect with the little boy in the white night.

Looks too.

There are already wrinkles on his face, reminiscent of a dry tree.

"Excuse me," Bai Shuang behaved neither humble nor overbearing, with just the right amount of respect in his tone, "Why do you know that we are in the Investigation Bureau?"

"During my nap, I had a dream."

Chen Sheng said: "After waking up, I was notified by my secretary that there was a white night in a store, and several young people disappeared in front of the shelves of "Ghost Talk Town."

He paused for a second, then smiled: "Four women and one man."

It exactly corresponds to the content of the dream.

Chen Sheng is a smart person who can make the industry so big.

The content of the dream was too clear, he called to get the surveillance video of the store, after comparing it, he found that it was not a coincidence.

The five young men involved in the white night all appeared in his dream——

Or rather, he dreamed of that white night.

"In my dream, I became less than ten years old. Under your protection, I survived many dead ends and finally survived."

The old man's eyes were soft: "It's the same in the white night you experienced."

Bai Shuangxing nodded: "Yes."

She thought for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Do you... remember the whole thing from the beginning to the end?"

"At first, I met you in the misty forest, and finally the ghosts dispersed, and Wuming Town returned to its original state and regained its light."

Chen Sheng looked at her calmly: "Is that so?"

Bai Shuangxing: "Yes."

Bai Ye contained the consciousness of everyone back then, and when Bai Ye collapsed, the part that belonged to Chen Sheng would return to the master's mind.

In his view, the form of expression is "dream".

"thank you all."

Chen Sheng raised his lips, as if thinking of some distant memories, with a vague expression: "I haven't seen them...for a long time."

For him, it was a memory from too long ago.

The people and things in the past are gone, and there are no photos left. Occasionally, when dream back at midnight, can only see blurred faces.

In this extremely real dream, he met them again.

"Over the years—"

Suddenly, someone said during the dinner: "Do you still have that "Fantasy Collection"?"

Bai Shuangxing was taken aback for a moment, followed the voice and found that it was the Goddess of Light.

Chen Sheng glanced at her, smiled with stretched eyebrows, and nodded honestly.

In "Strange Talk Town", the Goddess of Light has never revealed her true identity.

From Chen Sheng's point of view, she was just an ordinary White Night challenger who happened to have the ability to purify.

"I kept it all the time. I guessed that you might want to see it, so I brought it here."

The old man did not show the slightest condescending attitude, and his tone was always gentle.

During the conversation, he turned slightly sideways and gestured to the secretary by the door.

The handsome young man wearing glasses understood immediately, opened the briefcase, and took out an old picture album from it.

Bai Shuangxing recognized at a glance that it was "Fantasy Collection".

Completely different from the booklet in the white night, the real "Fantasy Collection" has no blood stains, no complicated spells, and no lingering resentment.

It was just a very ordinary book, the title page was yellowed, the handwriting was elegant, and the paper was slightly curled due to being flipped many times.

Chen Sheng took it from the secretary and thanked him.

Ji Fenglin asked: "Is the game "Ghost Story Town" based on it?"

The old man put the album on the table and opened a page from the middle.

"Yes."

He smiled lightly: "I thought at the time... I have already grown so old, who will remember them after I die."

Those men, women and children who died decades ago, they scattered like ashes, leaving no trace in the world.

But Chen Sheng felt that he, who was escorted out of the town and was still alive, was the only trace of them.

In the last period of his life, he wanted to keep the town and them.

"After realizing that white nights and dreams are shared, I checked "Fantasy" specifically."

Chen Sheng said with a smile: "Look, something very interesting happened."

He turned the picture album to the last page, and without making a sound, pushed "Fantasy Collection" to the center of the round table.

Bai Shuangxing looked curiously, and his heart skipped a beat.

It has been a long time, and some yellow spots ooze from the edge of the white paper, but it can be seen that it has been carefully maintained, without the slightest breakage or incompleteness.

In her impression, the last story is about the coming of the God of Light.

However, looking at it now, the plot on the drawing paper seems to have undergone subtle changes.

"Fantasy Collection" adopts the method of combining text and painting. Next to the first paragraph of text, there is a brief illustration.

The picture shows a dark boundless jungle, a boy sitting tremblingly under a tree, and in front of him are several straight and tall figures.

They were protecting him, fighting the hideous ghost.

Faintly understanding something, Bai Shuangxing continued to look down.

Sure enough, in the second picture, the boy and several people were running in the long alleyway. Behind them was a gloomy and depressing ghost.

Shen Chan couldn't hide the surprise in her tone: "We...have been drawn into "Fantasy Collection"?"

Looking down, not only them, but other people in the town are also in the picture.

The Peach Blossom Demon binds the evil spirits with branches and leaves, the Earth Immortal stops many enemy soldiers, and the Angel heals their wounds, and the palms faint with golden light.

The last story is no longer "hearing people's prayers, the God of Light finally came to the world".

Rather, "the boy and his companions took risks all the way, and with the help of many townspeople, they finally saved the gods and dispelled the boundless evil spirits."

From the story of "gods", it has become the story of everyone.

The old man was silent and lowered his eyelashes.

He is very familiar with the brushstrokes on the painting, which came from his mother's hand.

Under its outline, those people with very different appearances, whose appearances were almost forgotten by him, resurfaced on the paper.

Chen Sheng missed them very much.

"I was very ignorant when I was young. I must have caused you a lot of trouble during the white night."

He looked at those paintings and words, and smiled softly: "Thank you, too, for giving them the best home at the end of the white night. I—"

Speaking of which, strangely, a breeze passed by the table.

The doors and windows in the box are closed, so there should be no wind.

The old man's movements were slightly stagnant, and with the idea of finding out, he subconsciously raised his eyes.

Chen Sheng was stunned.

The wind blew up again, and the private room seemed to be divided into two worlds.

He was sitting in the corner on the left, with high-end wooden chairs and tables beside him, and the lights were on.

On the right side, there is a path paved with stone slabs, a dense peach blossom forest, and houses of different styles standing at the end of the path.

There is also the person standing at the entrance of the town, who is looking at him from afar.

Tears burst out of his eyes in an instant, flowing over the fine wrinkles in his eyes.

The old man opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Bai Shuangxing raised his eyelashes and glanced at the God of Light sitting beside him.

Now there is a gap between the two worlds. The Goddess of Light once said that she has the ability to maintain the souls of the townspeople and send them to another world.

This is a gentle god who never skimps on gifts for those with good intentions.

No one spoke again, and the room was very quiet.

Chen Sheng stood up and took a few steps forward.

Over the past few decades, he has become an eighty-year-old man with gray hair who can't even walk quickly, but the people in the town are still the same as in his memory.

His parents stood at the front of the crowd, and when they met his eyes, they showed a warm smile.

"Hush."

Mom said, "Long time no see."

Dad looked at him, and still used the same tone as before, gentle and conniving: "How old is this year? Why are there so many white hairs? Isn't it very hard?"

The woman in the cheongsam wanted to reach out and stroke the white hair on his temples, but the two worlds were separated by an invisible barrier.

Her right hand rests on the edge of the barrier.

"Looking at you, decades have passed."

The woman smiled: "Do you still have "Fantasy Collection"?"

Tears could not stop falling, Chen Sheng nodded.

Like a child offering his precious treasure, he turned around and picked up the picture album on the table and showed it to them.

As parting, his parents told him.

He never forgot the ups and downs, honors and disgraces, bloody struggles, or the stories told in that small bedroom in his childhood.

The old man hunched over and told them in an aged and hoarse voice: "I remember all of them...I remember all of them."

The woman stared into his eyes for a moment, then smiled softly.

There were also tears in her eyes.

"Brother Chen Sheng."

The girl who often played with him on the side of the road poked her head out, her eyes full of curiosity: "What will it look like in a few decades? Have we won?"

In her memory, the world is always full of gunpowder and war.

And they are the one being bullied, facing the enemy's insults and tramples, they are helpless from beginning to end.

"we won."

Chen Sheng met her gaze: "Just a few years later, we drove out all the invaders."

"Now there is no war, we are no longer being bullied by others ... we are victorious," he said.

The girl blinked and looked up at him.

Her eyes were black and white, and under the light, they were blurred with soft light.

In an instant, the girl smiled brightly: "That would be great."

There was a lump in her throat, and Chen Sheng answered her with a smile: "Yes. That's great."

He calmed down a little, and said in a gentle voice: "That's right. The people who escaped with me back then had a good life."

He said: "Zhang Yao later went to university, and Lu Cheng became a teacher..."

Chen Sheng spoke eloquently, and the people in the town listened carefully, occasionally exclaiming:

"That demon king in Lucheng, as a teacher, won't he teach bad children?"

"Zhao Zihan went into business? I remember she couldn't even do multiplication and division."

Chen Sheng raised the corner of his mouth when he heard the words: "We have all grown up."

In the past, they may be stubborn, they may be lazy, like all children, there are countless shortcomings all over them.

Until that day, when the boat slowly sailed out of the dark river, no one on board spoke for a long time.

When they left the cave and saw the first ray of sunlight, Chen Sheng understood that from that moment on, they were no longer pure children.

Later, Chen Sheng talked with them a lot.

He talked about his peaceful life now, about the grand occasion of the day when the invaders surrendered, and about his game called "Ghost Story Town".

People listened quietly. don't know how long it has passed. When the scene in the forest gradually became blurred, the short-lived connection between the two worlds also came to an end.

The Goddess of Light has limited power and cannot last longer.

"We're leaving."

The mother noticed this, and gently stroked his face through the invisible barrier.

"Where are you going?"

Chen Sheng was taken aback, and hurriedly asked her, "Can I, can I find you again?"

There was silence in the air for a few seconds, and the woman in the old-style cheongsam raised her eyebrows: "It must be possible."

"It's not the end yet... Keep your voice down and live well."

"One day, we will meet again," she said.

That short sentence made Chen Sheng's eyes sore unconsciously.

In the field of vision, the scenery on the other side of the barrier is slowly dissipating.

"Remember to listen to your mother obediently and live for another ten or twenty years."

The somewhat bookish father grinned: "Come to us again when you are 150 years old."

"One hundred and fifty years old?"

Master Jiang at the side glanced at him: "This...is a half-immortal, it's a bit difficult."

"Chen Sheng, come on."

Xu Wanzhi, who was always smiling gently, put her hands behind her back, her skirt was lifted by the breeze, her eyebrows and eyes curved: "Try hard to be the first person in the town to live to be a hundred years old."

And finally the mother.

The woman with a delicate face looked up at him with a soft smile.

"It's been hard work alone for so many years."

"Whisper, we're so proud of you," she said.

Everything in front of him was gradually fading away. Chen Sheng looked at the people who had been with him day and night, and also looked at the small town that only appeared in his dreams.

Xu Wanzhi, who was unwilling to succumb to the bullying of the enemy, had her limbs broken and a long knife stabbed into her chest;

Tell everyone about the massacre plan of the invaders, revealing his undercover identity and sacrificed himself in the chaotic war;

And all the people who rose up to resist, at this moment, they stood in front of Chen Sheng, just like back then.

The old man, who has reached the end of his life, raised his eyes and looked past familiar faces one by one, as if he wanted to imprint them in his heart and never forget them.

After a moment of silence, after many years, Chen Sheng finally had the opportunity to tell them: "I will always, always be proud of you."